#you’re so supple so pliable

[sems-diarie]

Getting tag teamed by Shigaraki and Dabi, Dabi holding your legs open for Shigaraki to eat you out, desperate and messy moaning almost louder than you. You taste so good, he’s never leaving and Dabi’s holding you tight to make sure you can’t escape, rasping filthy words in your ear, and when you’re finally too weak to run anymore he reaches a hand down to give your wrecked pussy some smacks whenever Shiggy comes up for air, laughing at the way your body jolts each time, ugh they’re the worst.

they r sick n twisted in having their way w you. dabi holding you still, pinching your nipples between his scarred fingers because his dick leaks when you cry his name. so unsuspecting—what, you didn’t think they’d take advantage of you?

“we’re com-comrades,” you squeak, eyes wet and throat raw. “don’t you wanna help me? dabi? sh-shigaraki? tomura, please.”

ahh but don’t you know that just makes ‘em harder? asking them to ease up—they can’t help but sink their teeth into you all over. maybe then you’ll get the message.

it’s so embarrassing because they have no sense of boundaries. your pussy is on their time. and eventually your body just adjusts, and your pussy leaks anytime they get that sharp pinch in their brow.

[chericos]

BLOOD SUCKING FREAKS!

your faves as vampires— multifandom headcanons

fandom list— vnc (the case study of Vanitas), bsd, jjk, mha, one piece, aot, kny, csm, genshin impact (brings back memories…), haikyuu, soul eater, hxh + more!

cws: nsfw?, blood, biting, possessive/yandere themes, dark themes, bites can be used as a sort of aphrodisiac, overstim themes, mentions of bruising, chasing, “hunting”, mentions of being tied/chained up, some are darker than others due to the characters being more inherently “evil”, unedited, you can tell who my favs are, sorry if some are short... tell me if I missed anything!

MDNI

He’s so sweet and kind with you, always ensuring you’re fully prepared to take him. His big rough hands toying and prodding in such a gentle manner that you can’t help but cry out for more. Tears prick the corner of your eyes at his slow pace, you’re not sure how much longer you could keep going like this. His hands trail up and down leaving goosebumps across your skin. His eyes sharpen as he peers down at the junction of your neck. He tilts his head down, inhaling deeply as he drags his tongue up your collarbone. He hovers over your pulse point, sharp fangs grazing the sensitive spot and you shiver at the feeling.

“May I?”

His voice is thick and laced with lust. you feebly nod your head, letting out a small whimper. He hesitates slightly before biting down. It is weak, and only just pierces the skin enough for it to bleed. But what did you expect your hunk of a vampire is just soft.

Maybe a little too soft.

— Izuku, Tamaki, All might, Nighteye, Nanami, Higuruma, Ino, Rengoku, Gyomei, Kunikida, Fukuzawa, Jouno, Atsushi, Roland, Zack Fair, Armin, Shiro, Kunigami, Reo, Kurapika, Cyno, Aether, Gepard, Hinata, Sugawara, Yamaguchi + your fav

Your skin is already littered with bruises and teeth marks. Small beads of blood trickle down your chest and he carefully laps at them. He's been at it for hours, marking you up, making sure whoever dares to look at you knows you belong to him. But who could blame him

Your flesh is so soft and tender between his teeth he can’t help but want to take a bite. It's like you've put him in a trance. His gorgeous girlfriend, who's so eager and pliable to his touch. You were practically made for him. And the sweet sounds you make when he pushes deeper inside of you, it's not his fault your moans are so hypnotizing.

He doesn't normally get so worked up, but you've been riling him up all day. Teasing him with your touches, whispering dirty words into his ear, it's only natural he would break at some point.

He didn’t mean to get rough, but you just tasted so good he couldn’t resist. You won’t blame him… right?

— Xiao, Ayato, Zhongli, Diluc, Alhaitham, Aizawa, Shoto, Shinso, Bakugo, Gojo, Noritoshi, Vanitas, Uzui, Giyuu, Zoro, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Aki, Rin, Isagi, Shidou, Sae, Tobio, Suna, Oikawa, Reno, Leon, Eren, Jean, Levi, Dan Heng, Jing Yuan + your fav

He's so messy.

Spending hours in between your thighs, kissing the supple skin, and also leaving his claim in their place. he's basically eating you alive, bite marks indented in the flesh, and he hasn't even touched you yet. You're whining for him to stop teasing, pleading for him to give you what you want. And who is he to deny?

Arms hooked under your thighs, keeping you in place from thrashing around. He buries his face into you, his nose nudging up against your clit, and the sensation has you jolting. He gives a tentative lick, eyes shooting up to look at your reaction. Your hands nestle into his hair, tugging at the roots as a moan slips out from your lips. And after that, he's ruthless, eating you out like you're a 5-star meal (you are). He's kissing and licking and sucking, and god, whatever the hell he's doing it's making your mind blank.

You don't have it in you to care about how loud you're being, and he doesn't seem to care either. In fact, they seem to encourage him to rip those pretty pretty sounds from you.

“So sweet f’me baby,”

Slick is practically covering the lower half of his face, but he doesn't seem to care. His eyes are blown wide, giving you a dazed out stare as he continues to lap at your core.

This was going to be a long night.

— Noè, Choso, Connie, Luffy, Tighnari, Kazuha, Itto, Kaeya, Leorio, Ranpo, Techou, Tachihara, Cloud, Bachira, Chigiri, Nagi, Kaiser, Aiku, Kuroo, Tanaka, Miya twins, Hizashi, Mirio, Jin, Hawks, Tamaki, Sero, Denki, Kirishima, Sampo, Jiaoqui + your fav

You're such a brat.

You're lucky he still puts up with you after everything you've pulled. He glares down at you, the eye contact making you uneasy. Your mewling and whimpering did nothing to sway him. Your hands are still tied behind your back as his thighs continue to spread your legs open. His hands as roaming your body, squealing and pinching in places that make you jump, before he leaves them to play with your nipples.

His touch is light and teasing, driving you insane. Your nipples harden under his touch, embarrassing sounds escaping your throat as he continues to toy with them. You shove your face into the pillows next to you to muffle them. One of his hands leaves your chest to grip your chin, tilting your head back to stare directly at him. He wants to see every expression you make.

The tension between your legs becomes too much to ignore and you begin to discreetly hump his thigh, desperate for any kind of friction to relieve you. At least you thought you were discreet. You don't far before his hands are off you and he's shoving you away. With teary eyes you stare at him confused, why did he stop you?

You're needy and sensitive and you want him to touch you again. You beg for him to continue, but all he does is let out a low chuckle. He doesn't plan on letting you off the hook so easily. He wants to make sure this stays ingrained in your head so that you'll never make the same mistake again.

Because you're his, and he'll spend every second reminding you of that fact.

— August Ruthven, Sanemi, Iguro, Akaza, Geto, Dazai, Mori, Fukuchi, Shigiraki, Overhaul, Blade, Reiner, (s4) Eren, Feitan, Chrollo + your fav

He doesn't know why you keep trying, why you continue to run away. He doesn't understand whatever false sense of freedom you feel when he lets you out. Did you really think you could outrun him? Oh, how idiotic. If he had it in him he would pity you, so dumb and naive. It seems like you still haven't learned your lesson.

Your wrists and ankles are bound together, chained up to the wall. Tears prick your eyes but you know he won't care. He's leaning over you, peering down at your small form as you keep yanking at the restraints in hopes of being set free. You and he both know it's futile, so why keep fighting?

He grips your arms, sharp claws pinching the skin. Without warning he hastily leans down to sink his teeth into your neck. You scream out and thrash at the pain but he holds you still, makes you take it.

It doesn't take long for the venom to enter your systems, an intoxicating feeling clouding your mind and a strange but familiar heat coursing through your body. Your body tensed, heart-beat picking up as you tried to deny what was happening.

He licked the wound closed before stepping back. his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you squirm as the aphrodisiac set in. You scream at him, curses getting mixed in with small yelps as your body becomes sensitive to your clothes. But he isn't too worried about that. He'll break you one way or another.

And then you'll see that there is no way of escaping him.

— Sukuna, Kenjaku, Muzan, Douma, Fyodor, Dabi + your fav

HAPPY HALLOWEEN FREAKS!

Anyway just another disclaimer: I don't romanticize the actions performed in the last one, idk it just doesn't do anything for me, I also (personally) think it's unhealthy but wtv floats your boat ig!! (I say this like it isn't the longest section) IDK, it was just kinda fun to write, I've been meaning to get into darker themes(I have a Douma fic I've been meaning to write) so I wanted to go all out and see how it felt.

I love writing heacanons, ahhhhhhhh, I probably won't edit these so hopefully they aren't too bad!

@ CHERICOS 2024 all rights reserved do not repost, edit, copy, translate or plagiarise my works

[moonstruckme]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could write (any length you’d like) Remus smut where reader is just so so desperate for him and he’s such a soft Dom🫶🏻 if not please just disregard this🫶🏻

Hi, thank you for requesting! Honestly unsure if this qualifies as full smut, but I hope you like it

cw: smut mdni, dom/sub dynamic

modern au

Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 688 words

You’re hovering by the door. You think you’re being quiet, but Remus can hear the floorboards creaking as you shift from foot to foot. 

Reluctantly, he tears his attention from his story. “Something the matter, dove?” 

Your eyes widen. As if you’d never in a million years have expected to attract his notice. Remus might roll his eyes if it weren’t so cute. 

“No,” you say quickly. “Everything’s fine, just miss you.” 

He gives you a small smile. “Sorry, I won’t be much longer. You know how it is, though, I can’t just stop in the middle of a chapter or I’ll have trouble getting back in the flow next time.” 

“Right, I know.” You rub your lips together. “I’m not trying to rush you.” 

“Just a few more minutes, honey.” 

“Okay.” 

There’s a moment of silence, but Remus lets it sit, sensing you have more to say. 

He’s right. “Can I sit by you while you work?” your voice is tentative. “I’ll be quiet.” 

He chuckles. “Yeah, course you can.” 

You go eagerly to his feet, resting your cheek against his leg. “Thanks,” you mumble. 

Remus manages to type with one hand so he can stroke your head while he works. He’s nearly done with his chapter when he feels movement against his thigh. He looks down. You’re nuzzling your cheek against the rough material of his pants with glazed-over eyes, teeth working into your bottom lip. He thinks he sees your thighs shifting against each other under your skirt.

“Baby.”

The word sounds dipped in honey, and yet you look up like you’re in trouble. 

“Sorry,” you say, lifting your face from his leg. 

“It’s alright,” he says gently. “I didn’t realize you were feeling so needy, honey. Wanna sit on my lap and keep yourself busy while I finish up?” 

A smile splits your face, and Remus chuckles when you scramble up. He sets a hand on your waist as you straddle his leg, your skirt fanned out around you.

“Just take it easy, alright? I’m almost done, I’ll take care of you in a minute.” 

You nod happily. “Thanks, Rem.” 

“Course.” 

Remus tries to focus on the story as he types, but it’s not easy. You work yourself up in record time, fingers digging into his shoulders and lips turning red and raw as your hips move under his hand. He can feel the heat of you through his pantleg. 

The words are far from perfect, but it’s a relief when he finishes. You look up when his laptop shuts with a click. Your eyes brighten. 

“You having fun, dove?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Yeah?” Remus lets his voice stretch out low and sultry, reaching up to run his thumb over your bottom lip. It’s wet and swollen, pliable to his touch. Your eyelids droop and you grind your hips harder into his thigh. “You’ve been such a good girl for me.” 

You flush a pretty pink but can’t repress your smile at the praise. Remus kisses you slowly, paying special attention to that tormented bottom lip. He soothes his tongue over the bite marks you’ve made, stroking your hip from bum to waist with his hand. 

“Why’re you embarrassed?” 

“I’m not embarrassed.” 

“No?” He kisses the supple skin underneath your jaw, pressing his lips to your racing pulse. “You’re blushing like mad, dove.” 

You fluster, setting your hands on his face and ducking away from him. “Remus,” you whine. “You’re being mean.” 

He grins, almost sheepish but not quite. “You’re right, honey, I’m sorry. You’re just too cute like this.” 

“You said you’d take care of me,” you remind him. “I was good for you.” 

“You were,” he agrees, bestowing a far kinder kiss to the corner of your lips. “You’re always my good girl, hm?” 

You gasp as his hand slips under your skirt, fingers flattening over your panties. They’re soaked. He hooks a finger in the fabric to pull it aside, keeping his eyes on yours while he prods experimentally at your warmth. 

You make a quiet whimpering sound. Remus kisses you placatingly. 

“You always get what you want in the end, don’t you?”

[bimbosandbubbles]

Grip

Synopsis- JJK men who unknowingly have a deep attraction to your pudge. Men who just love your fat tummy!

Gojo

The man always finds himself zeroing in on your pouch of flesh—practically staring holes at it. It can come off as judgy or scrutinizing but it’s the opposite—admiration. He just loves when you wear form fitting clothing like a skintight dress or leggings—anything that shows your supple shape.

He loves when he can see the outline of its shape—the beautiful almost “U” like shape enchanting him. It’s so beautiful to him and so attractive to him. He just indulges in the fact that it’s so effortlessly plump—so kissable and touchable. So incredibly easy to press into and mold whatever shape he longs for.

“You’re so pretty,baby? Yeah you like how deep I am inside?”

Gojo has your legs pushed into your chest,chest heaving and faces constantly grazing each other as he pulls in and out of you. Even though he can see your pretty face,that he loves,his eyes immediately gaze down to stare at your tummy.

The rolls of your stomach are pushed together and layered on top of each other—and fuck it just looks so good to him. He purposefully pushes your legs back just see your flesh layer onto itself some more. He ignores your whines as he bends and plays with you for his unknown pleasure.

And pleasure he gets because by the time he’s done with you in that position,he’s came on your tummy three times now and he’s planning to make it a fourth.

Nanami

The man is naturally a provider, a person who feels a responsibility to take care of others. So with that huge part of his nature he’s naturally drawn to your softer features especially your stomach. Every time he returns home from his draining and tiring job—there you are in the kitchen making a meal full of love for the both of you and every instance,no matter how tired he is,no matter how much work he has to catch up on—Nanami’s hands always find themselves gripping the pudgy stomach.

He’ll stand behind you,hands kneading it and rubbing it ever so gently. He’ll listen you talk about your mundane activities that you don’t think really matter but he always listens. He hums and rubs you,each stroke and pinch of his fingers like a warm comfort. A comfort that always turned perverted and pleasurable.

“Did I say stop talking? I want to hear about your day.”

It’s hard to talk when his large hand is rubbing cool circles on your harden nipples through your thin shirt. Not only that but you couldn’t just talk normally when his hand is playing with your throbbing clit—caressing ever so soft circles onto the fleshy bud.

“Nanami—!”

“That’s right talk for me,be a good wife and just tell me about your day,m’kay?” You couldn’t get any words other than praising and chanting the man’s name. That’s when he removes his hand from your breast and goes back to gripping your pliable tummy.

All you can think about is the blissful sensation of his hand rubbing your clit and the loving touch of his extremities onto the excess above your pelvis. Oh yeah,Nanami just loves this everyday practice of his.

Yuji

The man always finds himself laying on your tummy—recapping his day and ranting about anything with you. He melts in the pillow like texture,snuggling into you—hands placed onto your stomach and tuffs of pink hair being the only think you can see while he just relaxes on you.

You could feel him occasionally kissing you through your shirt before he lifts it up and just starts sucking on the smooth skin. His rambles slowly turn into him forming hickeys on the fatty skin—the innocent conversations turned into pure concentration on the shapes he’s making with his mouth.

“Can I go down there..?” All Yuji needed was to see you breathlessly nod yes. He needs no more time before he pulls your panties to the side and latches his mouth onto your clit.

He’ll suck and suck—veiny hands making sure to rest on your belly,pretty brown eyes constantly watching you—eating up your wanton moans. You can’t help but grips the pinks tuffs of hair that barely pokes out from behind your plump belly.

Yuji won’t stop—not til his jaw locks,not til his whole mouth hurts. He’ll service you happily all while his large hands tease and grope your tummy. The extremities cupping the skin in batches—leaving a reminding sting of how hard he’s really gripping you.

His fingers will trace into your geography—pads of his pointer and his index mulling over your stretch marks and cellulite. He practically remolds your stomach—using it to still himself while he uses his grip to rut against the bed.

Yuji just loves melting into you and talking to you-always dissolving in the plush flesh that he so enjoys.

Geto

This man uses your tummy as a comfort—a place of safety and a feeling of home. He’ll normally be going over scrolls or whatever busy work always having you beside him—big hand reaching over to pull you closer to him,leaning down to grip the abundant flesh that sits above your mound.

But sometimes Geto doesn’t want to work. He wants focus on you and only you. He’ll start off by asking you to sit on his lap,saying he wants to be closer you—which isn’t a lie only a half truth. And you do,always. You press down onto him gently but of course your comforting weight is still felt—felt enough for Geto to fight back a groan. He doesn’t utter a word,only placing his hand on your tummy and continuing busying himself. He won’t talk to until he feels the squirming begin—that’s when he can have fun.

“If you keep moving like that my love you’ll have to deal with the consequences.” He warns. His warning makes you stiffen up—entertaining him with your automatic obedience. For awhile you stay still but can’t help but to rock back and forth. And that’s how you end up,still sitting on his lap the only difference being his warm cock sheathed inside you.

“You can’t distract me from my work baby,so no moving okay? Be a good girl for me and stay still.”Geto asks you to stay still—tells you to be good for him yet he’s the one who won’t stop touching you. His nimble fingers finding comfort in the doughy fat—he relishes in the push back your skin offers the more he digs in you. But what he loves even more is when he touches your fat mound,enjoying your sweet whimpers of momentary pleasure. He knows you want him to fuck—want him in your guts.

However he loves how your pussy clenches against his still cock—desperate for some attention. He cups your tummy and breathes in your scent—loving the self induced torture. Your warm pudge offering a anchor—some comfort for you.

REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!!

[inkykeiji]

Sukuna def calls you princess if he decides you belong to him. <3

oh absolutely, and it’s a term he uses both condescendingly and lovingly. he is the king of curses, after all. it’s only natural you’re his princess.

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, daddy kink, master kink, rough sex, marking, toxic relationship, mention of spanking, fem!reader words: 738

you’re his stupid little princess when you do or say something so adorably dumb, gazing up at him with absolute idiocy smeared across your face, contorting your features—mouth open and downturned, brow scrunched and heavy—as you whimper out but Daddy, why?, head quirked cutely to the side and confusion reflected in your eyes. because i said so, he usually responds with a condescending little pat to your head. oh, you don’t have to worry your pretty little brain about any of that, princess, he promises you. Daddy will take care of it all, Daddy will do all of that pesky thinking and contemplating and deciding; you don’t have to think about a goddamn thing. 

you’re his pathetic little princess when you’re sobbing after being split open by his cock and spanked raw by his hand, face buried in folded arms as salt stains your cheeks and claws pierce your hips, holding you high, holding you still. is your Master’s cock too big for you, princess?  he’s murmuring in your ear, the words hot and breathy as they curl around the shell, his question infused with a smirk. does Daddy’s cock hurt you, princess? he’s cooing out, sick and sadistic and sardonic, against the back of your neck, forehead pressed flush to the base of your skull as his hips pound, cockhead ramming against your sensitive cervix. can you take it for me, princess? he’s laughing as he nuzzles his nose against the hinge of your jaw, placing a chaste kiss to the bone. he wants you to show him how well you can take it for him; he wants to watch the way your sweet lil cunt struggles and stretches and swallows his girth. 

you’re his pouty little princess when you don’t get what you want, when he doesn’t give you what you want, eyes glittering with a thick coat of tears and lip jutted out in a trembling scowl, so deep it crinkles your forehead and puckers your chin. aw, is the poor little princess going to cry? he coos out through his own over-exaggerated pout, brow warped with false worry. is she going to stomp her feet and throw a fit because she isn’t getting her way? he kind of hopes you do, you can tell, can see it glimmering bright and sharp in his eyes, a sort of exhilarated anticipation that begs you to take on his challenge; go on, give him a reason to punish, make his fucking day, baby.

you’re his precious little princess when you stare up at him with adoring eyes, awestruck and shimmering with stars, and murmur out about how much you love him, delicate little fingers tracing his markings in clumsy caresses. the words are melty with affection, gooey and thick with spit as they dribble from your lips after he’s fucked you past the point of lucidity, mind turned to pleasant pink mush under immense pleasure and immaculate pain, body gone pliable and painted in strokes of him—ragged lines of red, blooming blotches of blue, purplish indents carved so deeply into your flesh that they’ll never fully heal, the tiny craters overflowing with sticky crimson. i love you too, princess, he tells you, the words quivering with quiet sincerity even as a sour sickness twists behind his sternum, true and real even as they are unfamiliar and unnatural.

you’re his pretty little princess when you giggle and twirl and strut for him after every single shopping trip, putting on a little fashion show and modelling all of the luxurious lingerie he bought you, lace clinging daintily to supple flesh, silk straps curling lovingly around all of your curves and edges, pieces encrusted with jewels and sparkles that catch on the light as you twist and turn for him. unblinking eyes watch you with a sort of conscientiousness, pupils blown huge and gaping, pitch black and ready to swallow you whole in a single glance. a smirk smears across his face, lopsided, leaning to the left and steadily spreading, as he relaxes back into his favourite armchair, thighs spread wide and a crystal glass of sweating amber dangling from his fingertips. c’mere, pretty princess, he demands gently when he can hardly take it anymore, when you’ve tried on several sets, when his smirk has grown into a grin and his cock is starting to ache, a large palm patting thick muscles. come give me a kiss.

[mrsoharaa]

You lay ever so comfortably amongst the vast, warm space of his steady bare chest. Soft finger tips gently trace over every intricate outline of his profound muscles exposed to your wandering gaze. Dark tresses pool over the slope of your bare shoulders, the straps to your spaghetti strapped tank top graciously spilling down the slopes of your arms.

Lidded irises of tender scarlet rakes over the radiant, natural beauty that blossoms across your adoring face. Lifts his left hand to gingerly stroke away the pesky stray strands of your hair from your enticing allure. The subtle touch of the back of his fingers softly grazes over the supple skin of your pliable cheeks as he does so, and pulls away. Drinks in every enthralling detail that flourishes you.

You’d catch his longing study, lifting such a witty yet, brimming smile. Tilting your head onto your folded arm, now carefully laid out across his chest, resting your face amongst your settling limb.

“You’re starring, ‘Rou” you simmer out a soft giggle, watching the intent study of his crimson eyes rake over you, swiftly glancing up to meet your own stare.

“And? I can’t admire my gorgeous wife now?” He huffs softly, grinning immediately to the sudden change of your relaxed, coy expression to an immensed flustered one.

Burst into a deep cackle as he watches you smack against his firm chest and bury your heated face into the torrid warmth of his bare flesh. Wrapping his muscular arms around you, lulling you into his radiating warmth. Gives the top of your head a tender kiss as he mocks you playfully with a guise of endearment and flirtation. A lilt of mockery to your adorable fluster mixing in to the blunder.

[frudoo]

Goddess — Johnny “Soap” MacTavish

Retired Johnny focuses on his art. His favorite muse? You, of course.

Warnings: Slightly smutty, very suggestive. Plus size reader (female). Body image issues mentioned. Shitty Scottish (PLEASE give me feedback, I wanna get better!!)

I’m not gonna lie y’all—I’m not too proud of this one. The idea was perfect in my head but my fingers did not want to write it </3

MDNI

A shudder escapes your pouty lips with every drag of his vaseline-coated fingers across your soft body. Johnny’s excuse was to tell you that your skin needs to be prepped before he could do anything, but that was ten minutes ago and he’s been massaging your breasts for five, now. Finally, he pulls his hands away after giving your nipples one more flick for good measure. He chuckles at the breathy whine you let out.

     “So eager, bon’. Cannae even handle a bit o’ prep?” The cocky bastard teases, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose before turning around and grabbing the plaster bandages off of his desk. 

     This all started when you made the mistake of telling your beloved husband that you were feeling down. The demons had gotten louder the longer you stared in the mirror, and Johnny had walked in right as the first tear fell down your round cheek. He let you cry in his arms, kissing your forehead and murmuring into your ear about all of his favorite parts of you. Turned your tears of self-loathing into glistening proof of ecstasy with his face buried between your thighs, leaving no room for doubt about just how much he adores you. He told you his idea while you were curled into his side, slick with sweat and pleasantly fucked-out. 

     That’s how you ended up here: sitting on a stool in his workspace, naked and compliant (just how he likes you, he joked). The body cast, of course, was his idea of making you feel better about yourself—at least, that’s what he told you. The truth was that he’s utterly obsessed with you. The ring on your finger and the home you shared wasn’t enough for him. He wanted—needed—to be surrounded by you in any way, shape or form. No matter how many paintings or sketches or statues of you that littered the house, he wasn’t satisfied, always convincing you to sit all pretty for him so he could recreate the most beautiful work of art he could think of. 

     Johnny starts on your breasts, coming as no surprise to you. The plaster strips are cold and tacky against your supple skin, and it makes you grimace. He takes his time molding the pliable medium to fit you perfectly, nimble fingers working restlessly to exact the curve of your perky nipples. He hums while he works, biting his tongue between his teeth in pure concentration, dismissing the whines and annoyed sighs you let out. 

     “Haud yer wheesht, bon’! Willnae take long. Lass loves the attention,” he scolds, but the shit-eating grin on his face makes you huff louder. 

     “I still don’t understand why you’re doing this,” you purse your lips, fighting the urge to cross your arms over your torso—his new favorite canvas.

     “Ah jus’ want tae show ye tha’ yer body shuid be in a museum. Ah ken ye’re bonnie, but ye dinnae, so ah’m gunna prove t’ye wha’ a goddess ye’re.” Johnny explains softly, those sparkling blue, oceanic eyes darting up to meet your impatient gaze. 

     Can’t really argue with that, can you? With a final sigh, you reluctantly relax your body, allowing the artist to more accurately place the plaster strips onto your lubricated skin. He rewards your cooperation with a tender kiss to your lips and a warm smile. His calloused hands smooth out the bandages over the soft rolls on your waist and tummy, making sure every single detail of your perfect form is immortalized. If you yourself can’t live forever, he’s determined to make sure people are able to admire you for centuries to come. 

     Once Johnny’s satisfied with the sticky mess he made on your plush body (for once, it’s actually a PG-rated mess), he steps back to admire his handiwork with a pleased hum. His eyes scan over your body in appreciation before he turns and washes his hands, drying them off with a rag. Over the course of the next thirty minutes, he tells you corny jokes to keep you distracted from the discomfort of drying plaster on your skin. Once it’s dry, he tells you to take a deep breath so he can pry off the cast—you’re secretly thankful that he spent so much time putting vaseline all over you because pulling it off was already a task. 

     With a gross pull of your skin and then a soft squelching noise, the artwork is off of your body. Johnny smiles giddily, happy with how perfect and detailed it turned out. He sets it carefully on his desk to let it dry more on the inside. Much to your relief, he allows you off of the stool and guides you into the washroom where he runs you a nice bath. He insists on cleaning your body, gushing about how beautiful and perfect you are for him—and then he fingers you silly as a reward, making sure the bathwater is deliciously murky before draining it. He dries you off with tender hands, pressing doting kisses all over your face just because he can. And once he’s got you in bed, all sleepy and warm, he climbs in beside you and whispers into your ear:

“Gunna make a cast o’ yer gorgeous cunt next, aye?”

[psychedelic-ink]

𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖

pairing: joel miller x plus size!f!reader

genre: smut, romance, fluff, minors dni

word count: 0.7k

summary: a typical morning in jackson.

warnings: established relationship, soft!joel miller, somnophilia (it's not stated specifically in the fic but it is consensual), dry humping, no y/n, fingering, honestly this is just something soft, sweet, and simple not much else to say

The early orning light trickles through the loose curtains. Dark shadows become lighter. Joel feels the warmth touching his cheek, slowly, he opens his eyes. The sun is barely up, the sky a muted blue. He’s never been a morning person. Mornings used to mean the rush of work, after that it meant waking up to a nightmare. 

Now, he’s not sure what they mean.

Joel turns, pressing his body up against yours. Your heat envelopes him beneath the sheets. You’re always so warm, so pliant when it comes to him. A soft snore parts your lips as you shuffle back unaware that the two of you are already close as close can be. Joel places a hand on your bare thighs and lazily traces his fingers up your body, cheating his way under your shirt— It’s the only thing you’re wearing. Too weak to put on anything else after he buried himself deep inside you, again and again, until you were making a delightful mess. 

He lets out a sigh and his lips touch the back of your neck. His fingers gently dig into your stomach, move over the supple curves.  

So soft. 

Then he cups your breast, swirling a calloused thum around the nipple until it peaks. The pliable flesh fills his palm, spills through his knuckles. He lays a tender kiss on your skin. You’re so fucking soft. He’s obssesed with it. Obssesed in feeling your heat, your body. . . especially when you’re deep in sweet slumber, unaware how gorgeous you look. 

His dick twitches under his boxers. Joel grinds against the swell of your ass, a dark patch already growing. He drags his nose down your neck and slips his hand down between your legs. You’re still wet from last night. He feels your clit throbbing, already responding to his touch. He knows you’re sore. And no matter how badly he wants to feel your wetness around his throbbing cock, he’s not going to hurt you. 

Languidly he moves his fingers up and down your folds, shuddering as his fingers become wet and sticky with slick. You exhale sslowly, your hips moving on their own accord as you attempt to meet the slow grind of his fingers. The silky brush of your ass shortens his breath. The roll of his hips becomes more deliberate, faster. His need for your grows substantially. He traces your entrance with the tips of his fingers and slips one inside. You jolt in your sleep but otherwise seem comfortable. He adds another one, thrusts them in and out slowly, the sun outside grows brighter. 

You squeeze him tight, your body tensing against him. His fingers only still for a moment, knuckle deep, as he becomes overwhelmed with his own release. His lower abdomen tightens, muscles clenching, his breathing comes to a halt. His hips stutter forward with a sense of separation, spilling into his boxers. 

He comes and comes and comes— it seeps through the fabric, sticks to your skin with his every clothed thrust. He can’t help it. You feel too good. 

Joel resumes the thrusts of his fingers while the tremors of his orgasm continues to through him. 

You wake with a moan, your voice hoarse, “Joel?” 

“I’m here sweetheart,” he mutters, drawing wet starts over your clit. Your breath hitches and your entire body shudders. He groans at the way you gush around him, lips now fully attached to your skin, licking the salt. “That’s it. . . atta girl. Love the way you make a mess, honey.” 

Joel works you through it, his strokes slow and gentle. He whispers praise into your ear, nipping the earlobe. You whimper and grind back against him. A more violent shiver engufs you, the wet fabric scraping your bare skin. “Y-You came already?” 

He breathes out a laugh, hands making their way up your body, squeezing every inch of you. “I might’ve,” he mutters, kissing your cheek. “How did you sleep?” 

“Good, I guess. Nothing out of the ordinary,” you turn enough so you can press your lips together. He smiles against your mouth, tongue moving over your bottom lip. “Is it bad that I want you to wake me up like this every morning?” you ask with a giggle. 

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he mumbles. You cup his soft cock through the wet boxers, he jerks into your palm. “Not at all.” 

[quietwingsinthesky]

hmmm. lucifer collaring fic for the night.

Sam puts a hand on Lucifer’s bare back, the space between his shoulderblades that’s alwqys a coinflip to whether Lucifer will relax into his touch or flinch. Tonight, he tenses, but he doesn’t retreat or lash out. That’s all Sam needs to allow that hand to slide up, making sure Lucifer can feel every inch it travels. He doesn’t want to surprise him.

Lucifer lets out a breath he’s been holding for far too long for human lungs as Sam curls his hand around his shoulder. He grips it gently, raising Lucifer back up from his hands and knees. Lucifer’s hands clench into fists, but his muscles tell a different story, no longer locked up tight but pliable beneath Sam’s hands. He pulls Lucifer to kneel back on his heels and soothes him once he’s settled, rubbing his hand up and down Lucifer’s arm until the angel breathes again. It’s only one cycle of air, an inhale and an exhale, but Sam slides his hand down to Lucifer’s ribs to feel it.

“Thank you,” Sam says. There’s a flood of praise he’s barely managing to hold back, but right now, he needs to pick his words carefully and sparingly. “You’re being so obedient for me right now. Thank you.” Lucifer huffs. Sam can’t help smiling.

He takes his time following the path back up Lucifer’s side, over his shoulder, to the crook of his neck. Lucifer inhales again sharply when Sam touches his throat, spine rigid as Sam leans forward. “Relax,” he presses the order into Lucifer’s skin between kisses to calm him down. Lucifer lets the breath back out in a hiss, trembling minutely as Sam’s hand rounds his throat. “I want you to do this.” He can feel Lucifer’s throat bob beneath his palm, and he thinks he could savor this for hours—the devil’s slow submission beneath his hand. “For me, Lucifer,” he emphasizes.

Lucifer swallows again. Sam kisses his shoulder. He presses closer, in case that’s what Lucifer needs, more skin against his.

Lucifer’s tension melts. He can’t hold onto it beneath the weight of Sam’s orders, the warmth of his body, the steady hand still holding his throat. Something has to give first, and between them, that something will always be Lucifer before it will ever be Sam.

“So obedient,” Sam repeats. Lucifer shivers under the words, and his lips part like he has an argument for that. Sam never hears it. He’s too busy gripping Lucifer’s jaw in his hand and tipping his head back. Not far, but enough to leave his throat exposed.

Finally, Sam can bring what he’s been holding in his other hand into play.

The collar he’s holding onto is heavy, supple leather. He presses it against Lucifer’s throat, holding his chin to keep Lucifer from moving away from it. He waits long enough to be sure Lucifer won’t, then releases him to fasten the collar with both hands. He spreads the band over Lucifer’s throat, wrapping the ends back as he waits, still and awaiting Sam’s instructions. Sam strokes the back of his neck with his thumb as he fastens the buckles around the back.

Closing the last buckle is like casting a spell over Lucifer. Whatever tension was left in him vanishes.

“Good boy,” Sam says, and now, Lucifer can accept it, purring under his praise as Sam holds onto the back of his collar. “My good boy. How’s that feel? Too tight?”

Predictably, Lucifer doesn’t answer, only leans back into Sam and shuts his eyes. Sam’s never sure what exactly it is that’s filling up Lucifer’s head when the collar clicks shut: safety and security, or trust in Sam’s orders and praise, or just sheer pleasure at his own ability to hold still long enough to be collared?

“I’m going to stand now,” Sam says. Lucifer whines in the back of his throat, but he’s quieted by Sam pressing the collar into his skin. “You stay down here. It’s where you belong right now, isn’t it?”

He lets go of Lucifer and watches the angel sway without Sam to steady him. It’s intoxicating to have this much power over him. Nothing else in the world makes Lucifer half as docile as allowing Sam to collar him, and Sam can’t help reaching out to pet his hair. Lucifer’s eyes tip up to meet his, soft and blank with bliss. “You’re perfect,” Sam says, scratching gently down Lucifer’s scalp as Lucifer sighs. “Beautiful pet angel… You’d do anything for me right now, wouldn’t you?”

He says that as if Lucifer wouldn’t do anything for him no matter what.

Lucifer nods. His upturned gaze is pure, simple adoration.

Sam knows Lucifer; all that love is true, is there every second of every day, but he’s also drowned in rage and hurt and exhaustion. Maybe that’s why he always lets Sam get the collar around his throat. He wants to be something that only needs to feel love again.

Lucifer shuffles forward on his knees. Sam doesn’t even have to guide him to rest his forehead on Sam’s hip. If he ever spoke when collared, Sam thinks Lucifer might have begun to pray to him.

“Get used to being on your knees,” Sam tells him. “I’m not taking that collar off for a long time.” Lucifer nuzzles into his hip, smiling easily.

[luxesiren]

thinking about semi-public sex with ryuzaki…

cw :: smut, public sex, corruption kink (kind of??), ditzy reader, stalking

that man had you in the palm of hands, almost too pliable and close to naive but he promised that he would take care of you and give you whatever you wanted so there was no harm in being that way.

ryuzaki followed you and you knew, did you care? not particularly, because he was protecting you from the big scary men you were always afraid of. leading him throughout the dark park where not that many people resided at the moment but it was perfect.

of course, ryu knew your game — he always did and it never stopped him from outsmarting you. so he took a shortcut, he knew away to get to you faster. he knew because of his obsessive tendencies, he was obsessed with you and that wasn’t going to change for a while.

you were confused, the steps behind you weren’t there anymore, you wondered where they could’ve gone but nonetheless; he always found you. a hand pulls you from the side, your back colliding with the tunnel wall softly. there he stood, ryuzaki looking you in your eyes, not a thought behind them — he never thought about anything but if he did then it was about you every single time.

“ryu~” your meek voice called out, his lips on yours before you could finish. hands on your waist, roaming your body in ways that you’d never forget. your hands landed on his shoulders, gripping them tightly and pulling him closer. no matter how much he followed you or how much he was obsessed with you — you liked it.

lips leaving yours, cold tingles remain there and he finally utters a word, “i like the way you say my name. doesn’t leave room for you to say anyone else’s name.” it may’ve seem presumptuous but not to him, not when he knew just how much you enjoyed being watched by him.

you want him, of course you do. how could you not? he was the least scary guy you’ve come across and he cared about you. he really did, he cared enough to take care of you right now.

lips on your neck, sucking and biting trying so desperately to leave his mark on you. your breathy moans and soft whimpers like music to his ears. he craved you, wanted you more than you would ever know.

so was that why his hands toyed with the waistband of your jeans? why he let your sounds of pleasure lead his slender fingers to unbutton your jeans? taking you by surprise but you weren’t going to deter him.

not when you were soaking, dripping something so supple that it makes him dizzy. “ryu, there could be people around..” only words to leave you before a whine shoves its way out your mouth.

he pulls back again, “there isn’t anyone around.” you looked pensive, nervous, worried someone may hear you or find you, “didn’t i say that i would take care of you?”

biting your lip, you were convinced. he did say that and he’s been living up to it, so you pulled him back into you. his fingers teasing the lining of your panties, snapping them against your skin causing a gasp to come out of you. his tongue clouding your judgement with the way it curled around yours.

he pulled back again and there was no hiding the needy whine that came from you, he wanted to see how good he can make you feel. your lips part when his fingers toy with your folds, a small smirk appears on his face. slender and calculated fingers teased you making your knees buckle together but he would keep you upright.

“i haven’t even got to feel your pussy in all its entirety but you’re willing to give it to me? almost begging me…” his words echoing throughout your brain, teeth biting your earlobe and harsh breaths falling from his lips. he’s been affected in the same way as you, of course he has.

he gets to have his favorite girl handed to him on a silver platter. why wouldn’t he be going insane.

a/n :: this one is actually one of my fave things that i’ve written.

© 𝐥𝐮𝐱𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 | all rights reserved to me, please do not steal, copy, or repost to other websites.

[vampi-amora]

Al haitham x chubby fem reader

(Noncon/ weak-pathetic reader/blood-and virginity loss) Kay! these are the only warnings⚠️ . That and Al here is a bit ooc so I apologize!

So lovely…

He breathed in deeply staring down at your soft lips and doughy cheeks.

You looked so tender, so juicy.. he couldn’t help but want to take a bite out of you.

Plump and delicious features, round belly and soft, subtle legs… he leaned forward taking your lovely face in his rough hands. your sent, your eyes-you’re practically to die for as u stared in fear at the pushy man.

You couldn’t move your lips to speak, you couldn’t blink or even swallow the lump in your throat. You’re astonished and perplexed at this disgusting turn of events.

Your laying beneath this man as he caress and adore your figure, as if you were a lamb left for slaughter. you Trimble and try pushing against his toned chest, but to no avail, watching him undress your distressed form.“P..please, leave me be…” you spoke in earnestly, with sadness carrying in your deep, hollow-like voice. “Let me go…I want no part in this..”, continuing with your woes and writhing against him, he only scoffed in annoyance. Taking irritation in your weak and pathetic attempt to plead for freedom.

Honestly…you’re so childish, he thought kissing up your soft neck and squeezing at your pliable and supple legs, pushing them up to your chest-Forcing them as far as your belly would allow.

His gray hair shining in the dim night, and your fresh hot tears glistening in the moon light. “Just keep quiet. You…you were so eager-now your afraid? How come, hmm?”

He asked pausing for a second to hear your excuses. “Al haitham…I’m..im not ready okay? I’m s-scared…just-“

You couldn’t even finish your train of thought once you felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh.

Wet pre cum leaking and the heat form your pussy was intoxicating…

“Ridiculous…you expect me to believe that when your practically inviting me in?”, He asked leaning in close to kiss at your chin, then your lips.

No time to think while your muffled thoughts were being swallowed whole by this man soft lips. it just made u even more uncomfortable And being frank, your not even completely sure how you to this point. But at this moment, you couldn’t do much to avoid the inevitable…you tense up and groan when you feel his dick penetrate your pussy-you could feel the blood slowly leak from out, while your lips were still caught between his.

Tongues tangled together while sweat dripped down your forehead and chest. Your tummy, breast and hips bouncing against his as he jack hammed in your virgin hole.

Your flinching and jumping at each thrust, he didn’t even give you time to adjust or adhere to this… newfound feeling. It hurt and stung-but the sudden rush of pleasure would come and go each time. You didn’t know wether to feel disgusted because of your slight pleasure build up, or cry because should it hurt this bad??

While Your thoughts ate you alive , he leans back from the kiss and take view of the sight below him.

Your like a shy litte kitten, your hands covering your face in shame as your mewls and voice shook from the vibrations of each powerful thrust.

“Just look at you.” He grunted “your enjoying this aren’t you?”. The bastard smirked looking away then, somehow picking up the already impossible pace.

You couldn’t think anymore.

His dick kept hitting that one spot where is hurt and become sore, but slowly it started to warm you up…in a good way? You’re scared and ready for this hell to end, so you latch on to his arms that we’re holding your legs to your chest still.

“Hmm?” He glanced at your for a second, seeing how your trying to accommodate to him and he was just relishing in the fact that he making you acting so shy. He’s complacent and slightly proud when he feels his seed leak in and out your sore, used pussy as he finished inside.

“……”

After all is said and done, he pulls out. You grunt when he drops your legs while feeling the cum inside you leak out. Disgusted and unsettled, your gut wrenching when you watch him get up and put his clothes back on, as if he hadn’t just violated your very being. Tossing you aside after obtaining what he sought after…He could feel you staring, your darkened eyes looking up at him for affection? Or was that him mistaken your pitiful gaze for love… he scoffed and decided to just Adresse the elephant in the room. “I know how you feel, but trust me when I say..”, he zipped his pants back up, walking over to your tired, limp body. He pats your head gently and continued ,” I’ll be back. I already obtained what’s mine, so I can’t just let you go, or leave you be. So behave while I’m away.” Was all he said before leaving you all alone in this damned room.

[shopnzsneaketrs]

Pain-Free Tips to Break In Your New Men's Shoes

So, you’ve just unboxed your new pair of quality mens dress shoes nz —they’re sleek, polished, and make you feel like a million bucks. But as soon as you slip them on, reality hits. They’re stiff and snug, and wearing them all day sounds more like a chore than a style upgrade. Breaking into new shoes can be a nightmare, but it doesn’t have to be. With a few clever tricks, you can transform your stiff new kicks into your favorite go-to shoes without the pain. Let’s dive into how you can make your new shoesfeel tailor-made for your feet.

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Socks aren’t just there to keep your feet warm; they’re your first defence against blisters and rubbing. Wear thick socks around the house to break in your mens dress shoes nz more quickly. This stretches the leather slightly and cushions your feet, protecting them from discomfort. If you’re dealing with extra-tight areas, you can even try the old trick of wearing damp socks (not soaked, just slightly damp) to help the leather stretch out more effectively.

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Leather is a natural material; like all natural materials, it responds well to a bit of heat. A gentle heat application can help your shoes soften and conform to your foot shape faster. Here’s how you do it: put on thick socks, slip into your shoes, and apply gentle heat to the tight areas with a hair dryer. As you do this, flex your feet and wiggle your toes to encourage the leather to stretch. Don’t overdo it with the heat—just enough to make the leather more pliable.

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Conclusion 

Your new mens dress shoes in NZ have the potential to become the most comfortable shoes in your wardrobe—all they need is a little love and care. Taking the time to break them in properly avoids unnecessary pain and ensures that your shoes fit you like a glove. Remember, it’s all about the journey. So, start slow, be patient, and give your shoes the time they need to adjust. Soon enough, you’ll be striding with confidence and comfort, knowing your shoes are as ready for the day as you are.

Source: Pain-Free Tips to Break In Your New Men's Shoes

[inkykeiji]

omg i’m still thinking about vampire niichannnn ughh

him keeping reader captive on his lap while he sucks blood from different parts of his body. and he keeps getting more and more drunk off of her meanwhile her body becomes so limp she can barely maintain a position without him holding her still and once he notices how languid her body is, he then decides to fuck her……ahhh i feel like i’m in high school watching vampire diaries again ;) (god the acting in that was horrendous lmao)

i am hOLLERING FROM THE ROOFTOPS ANONNNN this is such a fucking concept!!! 

tw: stepcest, blood, vampire big bro, noncon words: 830

when he feels you go lax, soft and droopy in his lap as your bones turn pliable beneath his lips, he knows he should stop. 

when he feels your pulse turn faint in your veins, barely a fluttering against his tongue, he really knows he should stop. 

so he does, reluctantly pulls his crimson slicked mouth from your flesh, sealing his newest wound with a thick salve of saliva, tinged a watery pink. you slump forward the moment his teeth aren’t holding you in place, and his head quirks curiously.

looks like he’s got himself a little dolly. 

something devious smears across his face, something sinister unfurling dark and sticky in his stomach. 

oh, let’s play, dolly. 

he knows he should probably bandage your wounds before he does anything else—you’re still bleeding profusely, ribbons of scarlet cascading down supple skin, oozing slow but steady from the deep little indents scattered across your form. 

but he just can’t help it, rearranging your slack body on your pale pink sheets—thighs spread, arms above your head, crossed loosely at the wrists—and swiping two fingers through a stream of thick blood, collecting it on the pads before smearing it along his cock, a crude form of lube. 

time’s pretty tight, all things considered—you could technically die on him in any minute with how much blood-loss you’ve sustained, but that’s a risk his lust-dazed brain is willing to take—and he doesn’t have a moment to prep you properly. 

not that he would, either way. 

another messy slather of scarlet along his shaft and then he’s ramming his cock into you in one sharp, quick, hard thrust, the vicious motion jostling your limp body up the mattress. 

it isn’t as fun when you’re not crying and squirming beneath him, nails sinking into his shoulders and tearing (a futile effort, but it’s cute that you try), limbs writhing in opposition as you try to shove at his shoulders or kick at his hips (so precious that you think you’d ever be strong enough to achieve such a feat). 

it isn’t as fun when your sobs of protest don’t turn into squeals of pleasure, when your struggling doesn’t turn into clinging, suddenly desperate as your legs knot around his waist and your pelvis rolls up to meet his own, begging him with sugary sweet gasps of nii-chan, nii-chan, nii-chan!—but he’ll take what he can get. 

because even in the absence of all of his favourite things, he still cums quite quick, the scent of your blood and the feeling of it on his skin—silk and slime—an intoxicating mixture, strokes of carmine smeared across toned muscle and pale linen.

it’s almost artful in a way, how he paints your body in your combined fluids, red and white, pearl and crimson, swirling together to create an iridescent pink. 

your favourite colour, isn’t it? he thinks it might be on the verge of becoming his favourite colour, too. 

a wheeze scrapes at your throat, a thick pool of saliva gurgling on the back of your tongue and he’s drawn back to the present moment, your wounds still gently weeping. 

christ, he nearly whines to himself, fingers twitching, itching to touch. you look so goddamn pretty covered in your own blood, engraved with molds of your big brother’s mouth—replicas of all thirty-two teeth stamped thoughtfully into shoulders and wrists and thighs, stained a deep, grotesque purple—and glazed with your big brother’s cream, splattered in masterful streaks across soft skin. 

pretty and perfect and all for him, made by him, just for him.

when you finally wake, half-delirious and head stuffed with fog, you wake to your big brother studiously tending to your wounds, deft fingers conscientious as they work—yet there is a certain carelessness to it, too; an ease, an expertise, the type that develops with extensive experience.

he’s done this before. 

patches of white litter your skin, taped tightly over the sketches of his mouth. a hiss slips from between clenched teeth as you push yourself onto your elbows, blood blooming through cotton. 

“be careful,” your older brother chides, not looking up from his task, nostrils twitching slightly. “you’ll tear open your wounds again; they were just beginning to clot.” 

whining a little, your brow crumples in sleep-tinged confusion, lifting your heavy limbs experimentally, coating of dried cum cracking with the motion. some bites are deeper than others, some so painful it hurts to move the muscle they’ve been carved into at all, soft fingers prodding delicately around the puffy gauze, procuring a sharp gasp from your mouth, face puckering with pain.

“it’s good you’re awake,” he says, nonchalant as he presses another bandage over a wound on your ankle—fresh, still exuding dribbles of crimson. glancing up through a curtain of hair, his stare finds yours, crystal and bright. “i thought you might never wake up.” 

the words are chuckled, dyed with lighthearted amusement, but the gleam in his eyes holds a shard of truth to it.

[shakethatshakarian]

The Curse of an Aching Heart

Another tantalizing snippet. This time, with more smut!

Chapter 3 - Ain't Misbehavin'

Eden hums thoughtfully and nudges herself closer to me. I tighten my grip on her hand. The ride from the club is relatively short, and when we arrive at my building, I get out of the skycar first and offer her my hand. Once she’s on two feet and we’re alone, I finally allow the rational side of my brain to turn off as I look her over. She’s too tantalizing, too difficult to resist. If there are other people around, I don’t notice, and frankly I don’t care. I give in to the part of me what wants her desperately and sweep her into my arms, firmly pressing our bodies together, both of us breathing heavily with need. She reaches out to cup one side of my face, and I lean into her touch. I’m not nervous when she gets up on her toes, pulling me down to meet her lips, touching them delicately against my mouth in a soft kiss that feels entirely too natural. Somehow, my mouth against hers in a very human kiss—it feels like home.

My mouthplates are harder than human lips, but the hide there is soft and somewhat pliable. They're nothing like Eden's lips, which are pillowy and perfect. No wonder people spend so much time kissing humans, it's objectively delightful—and deeply intimate. She parts her incredibly soft lips and licks my mouthplates, first the top, then the bottom. I moan softly as I open up for her and our tongues meet in a dance I could swear we’ve done before. Eden’s kisses becomes more urgent, more passionate, her sweet flavour exploding on my tongue as she explores every inch of my mouth that she can reach with her short, supple tongue. I slide one of my hands into her hair and it feels even better than I imagined, the silky strands offering excellent leverage when I grab a fistful of her curls. She sighs into our kiss at my touch. I don’t resist the urge to slide my other hand down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, her hips rolling against me in response. Just when I thought this couldn’t possibly feel any better, she’s sucking on my tongue, and that’s all it takes for my cock to leap out from behind my plates. Okay, I’m about to start touching her very inappropriately in a very public place. I need to get her inside, and get inside her, as quickly as possible.

I let her go and kiss her once more, grasping her hand to lead her through the lobby. In the elevator, we stand on opposite sides but still facing each other, breathing hard.

“You’re an excellent kisser,” she says between pants.

“Speak for yourself,” I manage to say, catching my breath. I don’t care if I don’t sound smooth right now; I don’t want to hide the way she makes me breathless.

“I thought Turians didn’t kiss like humans do."

“We don’t, but with you…”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” she finishes. A little concern creeps into her brow. “Feels like déjà vu.”

“Sorry, I think my translator glitched. I didn’t catch that last bit.”

“Déjà vu, it’s a human term for when you feel like you’re reliving something you’ve already experienced before, and you can’t remember what that something is,” she explains, shaking her head. “I don’t know how that’s possible with you though, since you’re the first Turian I’ve ever…”

“And you’re my first human,” I mutter, also a little confused.

The elevator doors open and I lead her down the hall to my apartment. Weird phenomenon or not, my cock is still throbbing for this woman, and I know she wants me just as badly. I unlock the door with my Omni-Tool and guide her in.

“Wow, your place is lovely,” she says, slipping off her shoes.

It’s not the nicest apartment in the Citadel but it gets the job done. It’s a one bedroom with a small kitchen, a big bedroom and a great en suite bathroom, which is perfect for me considering how little time I actually spend here.

“Make yourself at home,” I tell her from the kitchen. There’s a bottle of Asari wine in here we can both drink, and since she really enjoyed that cocktail I ordered for her, I’m pretty sure she’ll like this too.

“Thank you,” she replies. Her voice sounds muffled, and when I turn from the fridge to look for her, I hear some rustling coming from the bedroom. Wow, I guess she’s even more impatient than I am. I grab two glasses and head over to find her sitting on my bed.

“Wine?” I ask.

She saunters over, taking the bottle and the glasses from my hands, and sets them down on my dresser. When she turns back to me, she’s already started slipping off her dress. My mouth goes dry at the sight. I watch her push the gown down her arms, following with my eyes as it slides over her waist, past her hips, and off her incredible body. Spirits, she’s completely naked underneath. She's perfect.

“Your turn,” she purrs, placing her hands on her hips.

I oblige, holding her gaze as I strip slowly for her. There’s something deeply satisfying about the way her eyes trail down my body, and when I finally free my cock, they go wide.

“Holy fucking shit,” she stutters.

“Just wait until I’m inside you,” I counter.

[cigvrettedvet]

rue & carys.

Pliable fingers tapped against the blanket and then trailed to the grass below as she plucked a few strands, letting them wash away by a gust of wind; a supple smile cracking the canvas of her face. The backs of her hands felt how warm her cheeks had become, in part in an attempt to hide them from the other and just how affected she was by them. One day, she would like to meet said brother that Rue talked of so often, hoping he knew what a great older sibling he had, even if he could not find it in his callow mind now. “And that day I’ll be there with a Xanax and a warm blanket,” Carys taunted, leaning in to press a kiss to Rue’s cheek, her nose nestling in the crook of the other’s neck, a brief, but calm beat where the world seemed to cease in its actions. 

When the younger one called her jealously sexy, Carys had to almost scoff at the statement, at least someone found such an ugly shade of green on her attractive. Pulling sable locks into a messy ponytail, her ribcage diluted as she exhaled a buried breath, “always sighing,” her mother and later teachers would always scold. “I wish I could tell you I know what I’m doing, but I don’t, I’ve never known with you.” Words had never been her forte, even back in the stages of school, Carys could not put ink to paper, or communicate her feelings in a way that did not comprise her fists ─ even going so far as to be suspended by the boarding school run by her town’s local nuns for what she saw as a defence of her younger sibling at the time. The flask filled with Rue’s favourite brandy was found by the hairdresser as she took a toy sip, the flavour settling on the tip of her tongue, along with the words she should say. “I just mean… if not evident by my actions, I like you Rue, I like you a lot. I just, don’t know what I’m doing, ever, it just feels as if I’m living life, day by day. So, I’m a mess, if also not evident by my actions,” a trivial chuckle at herself, “I just don’t want you to wake up one day and regret whatever this is.”

                rue lightly chuckles, shaking their head at carys’ words. they feel ten times better when the older woman kisses their cheek and stays close. it’s not for long but it feels like forever. rue certainly wishes they could stay like that forever. unable to help themselves, rue watches as carys pulls her hair up into a ponytail. hugging their knees to their chest, they continue to watch as carys spoke. they couldn’t be too offended by carys’ words, knowing they felt the same. rue had no clue what they were doing with most things but with their relationship, they were just hoping to figure it out as they went along. they feel almost happy that carys felt the same way. it meant rue wasn’t alone. “you’re joking, right? i’ve been waiting for this moment ever since i first met you. there’s never going to be a time where i regret this. whatever it is. it feels really good,” rue confessed, “we don’t have to figure out what this is now or even ever. just as long as you’re happy, i am too. if we just stay like this, i wouldn’t mind that too. i like you so much, carys.” the way rue trailed after them like a lost puppy should’ve been more than enough evidence for carys in case she had any second doubts. “you may be a mess but i’m an even bigger mess and it’s worked out so far, right?” rue really couldn’t see themselves being with anyone else that wasn’t carys at this point.

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Heyoooo!!! It’s been a second hasn’t it? Lololol my bad uwu;; I’ve been doing a lot drawing lately, so I’ve been focusing a lot on that instead of writing— mainly since it requires less brain power for me SKKSSKSK anywho, in celebration of crowning Zhongli in game, I’ve decided to sin—- after talking with Admin T for a bit LOLOL thus, another Femdom fic is born SKSKSK 

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TW: BDSM ; Chains ; Flogging ; Overstimulation ; Blindfolds ; Shackles ; Collars / Leashes ; Muzzles ; Bondage / Restraints ; Riding ; Face Sitting ; Marking ; Vibratiors ; Breath Play

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Decades. It had been decades since her arrival to Teyvat. Thinking back to it, (y/n) hadn’t even realized the bonds she’s made after awakening in the depths of Dragonspine. Though it was best for her to not dwell on the past. After all, she learned early on with her revival that sticking to the past only brought unwanted trouble. 

The sound of chains clattering against marble awoke her out of her thoughts as she peered back to the bundle of chains on all fours. A long scaly tail whipping back and forth impatiently as heated glowing amber orbs bore deeply into her own (e/c) ones. 

“Morax…”

A soft sigh escaped her as she made her way over to the former archon. The loose hanfu that danced along her smooth skin had the dragon keen in want. The metal cage strapped to his mouth prevented his fangs from sinking into her supple flesh. The desire to mark and claim what was rightfully his was strung up high in his head as he strained against the enchanted chains that bound his wrists together. The hefty weight of the gold collar around his throat only further added  to his inability to surge forward as the chain attached to the device around his throat only allowed him so much distance. 

“You were being so good earlier. What’s gotten you riled up?”

Though soothing in tone, (y/n)’s expression was anything but as she marveled at the way the Geo Archon was presented before her. The night before his heat had gotten a hold of him, he had given her permission to be just as rough with him to ensure her safety—- and well, she wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity presented to her. 

In a flurry of motions she had skillfully wrapped the archon’s body in beautiful golden ropes. Each one accentuating the toned muscle from eons of war and battles. The delicious flush of red that painted his skin as she continued to further restrain the male only set her belly a flame. 

After all, the initial restraints were only mild. It wasn’t until the late evening did she realize how intensive she had to truly restrain her lover. Enchanted chains shackled him down. A leather muzzle had initially been placed to keep him from biting her, but was quickly forgone as he had ruined that within the span 15 minutes. Thus resulting in the current metal cage that adorned his haughty features. 

The collar and leash combo? That had only occurred when she had attempted to leave for the bathroom— only to be slammed into the floor with a lustful dragon dry humping against her as he snarled and growled at the fact he wasn’t able to sink his teeth into her flesh. 

The end resulted in the intensive flogging that only further fueled both party’s lust. 

“Little one~….”

A pang of warmth hit her as she broke out of her memories from last night to meet his impatient amber orbs.

“I should’ve attached the one with the bar in between just so you wouldn’t distract me.”  

Shaking her head, she made her way over to the male, and once she was within reach his tail immediately latched onto her leg. Easily trailing up to press against her cunt as he fervently surged forward to press himself against her. Yet of course, due to the damn muzzle in his way he could only be tantalizingly a breath away from his goal. 

The pressure his cock held did little to alleviate the pain as the desire to breed into her deeply sprang forth.

A hefty growl came from him as he pushed her even more until she tumbled onto her back. The morning sun only added to the ethereal effect as he pressed himself as close to her as he could. 

“Let me fuck you, Little one…wanna breed you until you’re full of my seed…bearing my children…”

A blush dusted across her features as he continued on before he was suddenly yanked back. A choked gasp came from him as he struggled against the Dendro vines that appeared as the vineyard appendages held him still. Each intimately wrapping around him to keep him seated in a frog tie. The leash having been jerked enough to keep him still as he let out a garbled growl.

“So feisty…this is getting interesting little one…”

“I think it’s time for you to stop talking Morax. I’d rather hear the sounds you truly want to make.”  

“Oh ho? How do you plan on doing that?” 

Taunting and ever so prideful, the mighty dragon refused to back down as he strained to get as close to her as he could. Her nearing form did little to deter the desire to fuck her thoroughly. Though before he could even do much the vines came forth to hold his head still. Smaller ones easily kept his lips open as he struggled to chomp and tear the greenery away. Yet with this, he failed to notice her swiftly remove the muzzle before replacing it with a strong and sturdy ring gag. His mouth now forcibly open as drool began escaping down his chin. 

“Haaah?”

“Not so tough now huh? Like the chains, my lovely Archon, this was also enchanted~. I had the chance to put some of my former power into this device. So I’m confident that it won’t break~.”

Grinning, she watched as the funeral consultant tested the new device before grunting as a flare of his nostrils showed his displeasure in the newly placed device.

“Now that that has been settled, I do believe you should be put to use.” 

A guttural sound of confusion came from Zhongli before darkness overcame him. Leafs? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was that his sense of touch was beginning to heighten and his sense of smell was driving him over the wall as he could practically taste how wet her cunt was. 

Almost as if a learned reaction, the dragon’s tongue fervently searched for her as he reached out. His once ‘normal’ tongue now long and thick as his fangs extended ever so slightly over the metal ring of the gag. Freedom from the device was so close, yet as this occurred…

“Guh?! Haah..nnn ”

The metal shifted to accommodate the change Zhongli brought on; and as if to spite him, the device seemed to meld to form a stricter grasp around his face as a metal band formed over his nose bridge, further enforcing the fact that the device was not coming off.

“Ahhh, is, ish nah wha ah wha—ed” 

“Oh? You’ll have to use your words more clearly, love~”

Her tone only further fanned the flames of lust in his belly as he continued to obscenely drool all over the marble floors. Though his attempts at reprimanding her were stilled as he let out a muffled grunt before an animal like moan and growl tore through his throat as he finally got a taste of her juices. 

Oh how he wished to sink his claws into her supple flesh. Mark the terrain with his love bites and scent. Yet with all the restraints scattered about his body, all he could do was eagerly lap at her pussy with his tongue to the best of his abilities. 

And by the sounds she was making, he was doing quite the job. Easily, with his long tongue he teased and taunted her slick walls. All of her weak points, the secret little motions that he knew brought her immense pleasure. 

Though (y/n) couldn’t see it, she knew that her lover’s eyes had rolled up into his head. Especially when she could feel his tongue stutter as she not only buried his face into her wet cunt, but as the heel of her foot began to grind on his weeping cock. 

Muffled moans and grunts came from the man eating her pussy as he strained against the various layers of restraints she bestowed upon him. Just the very sight of him dressed in her materials had her groaning before cumming against the male’s face. 

As she stepped back, she couldn’t help but admire the state she left her lover in. Panting, drooling with a dash of her cum splattered in and an angry red cock. 

A sadistic cord snapped within her as she cupped his cheek. 

“Mmmm…you’re my good boy, aren’t you Morax?”

“..h-haaah?”

“If you can handle my game well, you can fuck me and fill me with your seed~.”

The mere mention of being able to sheath himself into her had the dragon’s tail whipping back and forth quickly as he leaned into her touch even more.

“Let’s see how well you can hold your breath. If you do well, then you win~.” 

Immediately a twitch of his cock was enough to spur her forth as she searched for the last couple of items she needed. With a grin, she easily worked a plug into the ring. Easily, the object filled the dragon’s mouth as his loud pants became muffled grunts and moans. 

Though before she decided to attach the smooth leather muzzle over his mouth and nose, she went to work with laying him on his side. The action causing a confused muffled grunt to come from the dragon before a gasp and moan came from him as he squirmed and struggled at the sudden intrusion of the vibrator up into his ass. 

“I didn’t say that it would be easy, Morax.”

A teasing lit came from her as she watched how the dragon’s hole greedily ate up the vibrator before she turned the toy on low. The reaction was immediate as  the dragon flinched from the sudden motions as mewls and lewd moans continued to leak out from his lips. 

“Ah~ You’re so cute…so weak and pliable just for me~.” 

Cooing, (y/n) gently ran her fingers along the beautiful horns adorning her lover’s head. Now that they were in full bloom and not stumps like yesterday, she had the ability to properly gaze at them. Though as she got to the base of his horns a muffled cry came from the dragon as spurts of cum splattered against her and his abdomen. 

“Ho? I didn’t realize your horns were an erogenous stimulant Morax.”

More muffled whines and growls came from the trembling dragon as he impatiently flicked his tail against the marble. In response, the Demi god pressed a kiss to his forehead before humming.

“Let’s begin our game then~.”

With a grunt and some of her former strength, she sat Zhongli up before she grabbed the leather muzzle. The smooth homeless mask glistened back at her before she placed the item over the dragon’s plugged mouth and nose. The straps behind now buckled securely as silence— save for the vibrations— filled the room. 

Smirking, she tested the waters by lightly rubbing her fingers along the tip of his cock. The motion resulting in a highly muffled moan as the dragon trembled. The flourish of his scales along his arms only further served to show how much control he had lost. 

“My, my…so sensitive. Then…let’s do this~.”

Immediately, she positioned herself over his weeping cock and in an instant sheathed his cock. The motion causing the bound dragon to writhe and buck his hips immediately up into her as his cheeks reddened with the lack of oxygen going to his brain. 

If only she could see his expression. His eyes rolled so far up his head as nothing but pleasure and pain hit him as he felt the burn of his lungs for oxygen and his voice sound so meek amidst it all. Of course that high went away as she tugged lightly at the tip of the mask. Fresh air immediately streamed in as he coughed and sputtered with pleads and moans for more as his cock twitched inside of her. 

“S-Shit…easy there baby…”

The pet name only further fueled his whines as he leaned forward into her as he pressed his face the best he could into her neck as she struggled to keep the mask away from his nose to ensure he got enough oxygen to his brain. 

“Let’s see if I make you cum first or if you make me, how about it Morax~?”

Before he could even try to answer the mask was pressed tightly over his nose again and the slow tell tale sign of their game began as he could feel her hips work their magic. Her heavy panting and groans only seemed to egg him on as he began to partake in the game. His hips meeting hers evenly as the foggy feel from the lack of oxygen began to pull at his lungs again. 

The feeling of helplessness and being an all powerful god tamed by a Demi god had his mind reeling from the pleasure of humiliation as he came hard into her. As he did so, he could feel her walls tighten around him only further over stimulating the male after his high as he struggled to keep up. 

Soon he was met with the lovely breath of air once again as the mask slipped away and he could finally smell her intoxicating scent. Sweat mixed with his musk never failed to fan at his belly as he fervently dug his face into her neck. Quickly chasing after the high, yet a gasp and muffled broken moan came from the male as he felt her move her hips once again. 

“Oh, you thought I was done baby? Not yet~. Didn’t you mention that your heats lasted a week?”

As she mentioned this he couldn’t help but feel his cock swell inside of her again, yet he couldn’t help the keen that came out of his throat at the overstimulation he was about to receive. 

“I’ll take good care of you, love. Even if it means me drilling into your dragon mind that I’m the one who is in control~.” 

Again, the slapping of skin filled the room as muffled whines came from the dragon. His claws straining against the binds as he wanted nothing more than to sink his claws into her hips to cum into her again. 

Yet no, he was at his lover’s mercy; and honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

It wasn’t until she turned the vibrator on high that he came again. A large load coming from him again as he filled her full. His seed seeping deep into her as he  rubbed his cheek against her neck even more refusing to allow her to leave as he wished to keep her plugged up. Just as she did to him.

“I suppose I’ll stay like this….but only for a moment. Then we try to feed you…alright?”

Softly murmuring against his hair she couldn’t help lovingly caress his hair as she basked in the moment of calm that a momentarily tired out dragon could bring. After all, she still had to deal with this for the next 6 days.