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blondieeu · 2 days
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sleepy. satoru g.
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satoru who you live with and bicker back and forth like the old married couple you plan to be.
you guys could argue about anything really. how he acted to the nice man on the phone trying to fix the house wifi, him forgetting to take his shoes off at the door, or even how you accidentally hurt his feelings one day and didn't apologize because you didn't know.
but one thing satoru never did was turn his back to you while the two of you were sleeping. didn't matter how mad he was, how serious or petty the argument had been, anything.
"satoru?"
"mm?"
"why don't you ever turn your back to me when youre mad?"
you lay there together, under the roof you've known to call home and his pretty blue eyes on your own, in silence.
he doesn't say anything at first, you'd think he was already asleep if he wasn't staring right at you. blinking slowly he responded, sleep embedded into his voice.
"i just cant go to sleep mad at that pretty face."
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thef1diary · 3 days
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Podium Princess | LN + CS + CL
Summary: Lando lost a bet, which would have just temporarily damaged his ego, but the problem was that you were the prize that Charles and Carlos desired for one night.
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Warnings: 18+, mmmf, unprotected sex, three men for three holes 🤭, fingering, oral, anal, dp?, filthy as fuck, derogatory terms (kinda), praise, overstimulation, riding.
pairing: lando x fem!reader x carlos x charles
wc: 3.1k
Request: You should totally write a smut about lando sharing his girlfriend with Carlos and Charles after placing in the #australiangp
"You did what?" You asked your boyfriend, wondering if you misheard his words. "I made a bet," Lando responded, but this time with more assurance.
You sat down on the bed in your shared hotel room and asked, "what is it?" Patting the spot next to you, silently indicating Lando to sit down and begin explaining the bet. You've known from the years you've been dating that whenever he places a wager, he eventually loses, but you chose against mentioning it.
He hesitated for a moment but then decided to explain how he ended up in that situation.
The evening began when Lando noticed Carlos and Charles speaking after the qualifying session. He observed they had been spending a lot of time together recently, so Lando obviously had to approach them and disrupt their latest gossip session.
Putting the trio together, one would discover that they never run out of topics to discuss, which is how they found themselves sitting in a car in the parking lot outside their hotel. Carlos suggested that since they were all staying at the same hotel for the weekend, they might as well leave the track together.
However, during the car ride, there was a discussion that quickly brought out the competitive nature that each driver had developed at a young age. "What, you guys don't think I'll win?" Lando asked the Ferrari drivers, slightly offended. This particular topic of conversation started once they discussed the possible winners for the race tomorrow.
Based on the three practice sessions and qualifying, it could be argued that while they all had a fairly nice weekend so far, some were still more fortunate than others. As a result, the Spaniard shook his head, disagreeing with his friend, "mate, I'm starting second tomorrow, which clearly means I have a better chance of winning."
"I was first in fp1," Lando retaliated although they all knew that qualifying in a higher position meant more than topping a single practice session.
"You might have a good chance, but Max is on pole, let's not forget that," Charles reminded his fellow colleagues. Lando perked up at his words, "exactly, so all Carlos needs to do is somehow crash him out of the race so I can win."
Charles laughed at the outrageous plan, but Carlos scoffed, "I won't ruin my chances at a podium for a race you won't win." Noticing Lando's defeated expression, it caused Charles to laugh harder. "Not that I think either of you would win, but let's make a bet," the Monégasque suggested.
"Who do you think will win?" Carlos asked. Charles' dimple deepened as he smiled, "me of course."
This time Lando scoffed, "yeah, sure mate," then he looked at Carlos, "what do I get when I win the bet?"
"This," Carlos stated while holding up his middle finger towards him. Rolling his eyes, he decided, "fine, I'll ask for something when I win, and then you two won't be able to deny it."
"And what do we get if you don't win?" Carlos asked, looking at Charles who was waiting for an answer from Lando.
While Lando was focused on what he would ask for if he won the bet, he failed to consider that Carlos or Charles were more likely to win than him. He would have a one-in-three chance of winning the wager, but Lando hadn't realized the extent of the situation just yet.
"Not that it'll happen but what do you guys want?" He asked only as a formality to actually set the bet.
Carlos was quiet for a moment as he thought of something that would be worthwhile, looking at Charles to see if he had any ideas. Then he thought of it—of you. "Your girlfriend," he simply stated.
It took two seconds for Lando to start laughing, not that it was ever a challenge to do so, but he initially assumed that Carlos was joking. His laughter quickly died down once he didn't hear either driver laugh along with him.
Looking in the backseat at Charles briefly, who nodded in agreement, Lando snapped his head towards Carlos, "what do you mean my girlfriend?"
"It's simple. If Charles or I win, then you have to share your girlfriend for a night, if not, then you don't," he explained nonchalantly.
Lando looked at Charles, "and you agree with him?" He shrugged, then nodded, "she's hot, I wouldn't say no."
He slumped back in his seat, "I suppose you'll be disappointed when I win." While Lando was secure in his abilities, both drivers around him thought he was growing overconfident. "So you agree, that if you don't win, we can have her?"
Nodding it off and waving his hand around, Lando agreed, "yeah, you can."
You were stunned into silence once he finished explaining. Noticing your lack of words, Lando was unsure of your thoughts. "You don't think I'll win?"
You shrugged, "all I'm gonna say is that you have twenty-one other chances to win this season if you don't win this race." You didn't exactly answer his question, but he realized that you weren't opposed or disgusted by the idea either. Pulling you into his lap, he tilted your chin upwards with his fingers and leaned closer for a kiss.
He tightened his grasp on your chin to stop you before you could press your lips against his. "Oh I see, you don't want me to win just so you can be passed around like a slut between my friends?"
"You wouldn't have put me as the prize if you didn't like the idea," you retaliated, smirking as you moved his hand away to finally place your lips on his.
You stood among the crowd, cheering for Lando, who took his place on the third step of the podium. As the podium celebrations began, a part of you was also looking forward to the celebrations that would follow later tonight. Lando may have lost a bet, but it was the first bet you were glad he lost.
That is how you ended up in your hotel room with your lover, waiting in anticipation for the other two drivers to arrive. With his trophy set aside, you and Lando were occupied with each other; your eyes closed and head tilted back as he trailed kisses down your throat.
Then came a knock on the door, one that made your heart race in all the best ways. Lando stood up and opened the door, revealing Charles and Carlos standing on the other side, still dressed in their Ferrari polos from earlier that evening.
"What did he say? I suppose you'll be disappointed when I win," Charles greeted by mocking Lando's words from the day before. "Alright, alright I get it but I still placed third," he retaliated which earned a nod from Carlos. "Congrats, cabrón."
You could hear them laughing among themselves, but it quickly died down once Carlos and Charles spotted you. Lando had suggested that you should wear red, considering both of the drivers that placed first and second adored red.
There you sat on the mattress, leaning back on your forearms with an ankle crossed over the other, clad in only a tight short red dress which you were glad you ended up packing.
"Well, fuck me," Charles muttered under his breath earning a chuckle from you once you heard his comment. Standing up and slowly stepping towards them, you replied, "fuck me indeed."
Your gaze was fixated on Carlos, the race winner, whose eyes revealed a glimpse of all the dirty thoughts racing through his mind. "Congratulations, you both deserve a good celebration," you said, smiling as you felt Carlos' arm snaking around your waist and Charles' breath fanning your face.
"Is that what you're going to give us? A good celebration?" Charles asked, his lips grazing your cheek. "I'll give you anything you want."
You looked at your boyfriend for a second, making sure he was still comfortable with the situation before proceeding any further. But you just saw desire in his eyes and while the corner of his lip curled up in a lazy smirk, a nod from him allowed you to carry on. He may have nodded at you, but his eyes darted over your head to his fellow drivers, "Go on then, Carlos, Charles, claim your prize."
Your lips parted slightly, marvelling at the fact that Lando hadn't even addressed you, instead treating you like an object to be claimed. The worst part was realizing that you liked it since his remarks had made you clench your thighs together.
Carlos grinned at your obedient behaviour as he was easily able to tip your head back to face him. Now that they truly had the freedom to do anything they wanted to you, with your permission, neither felt bad for having sinful thoughts about you—their best friend's girlfriend—while Carlos and Charles were alone in their bedrooms.
Kissing you with a sense of urgency, Carlos stole your breath away in a matter of seconds. Your thoughts had quickly dissipated into thin air as you felt Charles trailing his fingers up your body while pressing up behind you.
You heard Lando shuffle around before leaving the three of you alone in the bedroom for a moment which only intensified your feelings. Sandwiched between the two men who are good friends of yours, were now looking at you as if you are merely an outlet for their sexual desires.
Sliding down the straps that held your dress up, Charles continued kissing every inch of your bare skin revealed to him. His hands rounded to your front, pulling down the flimsy piece of fabric to display your tits to the duo. Your nipples instantly pebbled as Charles' fingers brushed against them, making you tilt your head back and resting it against his shoulder.
Letting you regain your breath, Carlos moved down to your neck, replacing each kiss Lando had placed earlier with small nips and grazes of his teeth, just painful enough to still be pleasurable.
While both their mouths were occupied, the Spaniard's hands pushed down the rest of your dress to the floor, parting away for a moment to let you to step out of it and toss it to the side with your feet.
Lando returned to the room, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth to prevent a moan from leaving his mouth. You were now completely bare, with two fully clothed drivers—his friends—pressed against you while their hands roamed all over your body.
Discarding his shirt on the floor, he occupied your mouth with another kiss, muffling your moans. "Fuck, enjoying yourself, baby?" Lando muttered once you parted away for a moment. Nodding, you opened your mouth to respond but a sharp gasp left your mouth as you felt Charles' fingers teasing your clit while Carlos palmed your ass.
"Merde, she's so perfect," the Monégasque commented, spreading your pussy with two fingers while a third finger swiped through your folds to catch the wetness that gathered between. "Charles," you breathlessly whispered, a plead for more.
"So ready to be ruined," Carlos added, his own fingers prodding your ass, earning a string of curses along with pleas to keep going from you. Gathering your slick from your cunt, Carlos coated his fingers to ease just the tip of one finger into your ass.
Soon enough, you were laid down on the bed, and one by one the three men stripped their clothes away, adding to the ever growing pile that started from your dress. You could barely keep your eyes open due to the feeling of three pairs of hands roaming everywhere, not leaving any inch of your skin untouched.
You had already orgasmed twice, but you couldn't remember whose fingers brought you over the edge the first, or even the second time, as all of the sensations mushed together in what felt like one never ending wet dream.
Staying true to your words of giving them anything they desired, you moaned around Carlos' cock as Charles slid his dick in your pussy without any forewarning. Your grasp on his thighs tightened as Charles began to thrust, slowly at first but then showed no mercy once his grasp on your hips tightened.
Carlos pulled your mouth off his cock, but quickly replaced the emptiness you immediately felt with two of his fingers resting heavily on your tongue. His actions didn't allow you to close your jaw, causing you to drool down your chin, and only then he was satisfied.
"Such a good fucking girl," he commented, which only made your head spin further while you smiled at the compliment. "Oh she likes that," Charles added as he felt your pussy clench around him at Carlos' praise.
His fingers that were now coated with your saliva trailed down your body to where you and Charles were connected. He nodded mockingly at his teammate's comment, "yeah, you like being praised?"
Easily finding your swollen clit, he slightly pinched it before creating small circles, edging you closer. You nodded, "please, please, please." You were sobbing for relief, your voice strained from the constant cries that left your lips with each new wave of ecstasy.
Connecting their gaze, Charles and Carlos smirked as they silently agreed to let you cum once again. Charles's fingers slid closer to your back hole, this time able to slide two fingers down to the last knuckle. At the same time, Carlos' fingers left your clit only to join the thrusts of Charles' cock, scissoring two of his fingers in your pussy to stretch you out even further. Pleasure surged through your body, and you closed your eyes tightly at the sudden sensation of being so full.
Charles slowed down his thrusts, prolonging your post orgasmic sensation. You slumped forwards when he pulled out, still holding back his own release for now.
Despite still being eager, they were ever patient with you especially after bringing you over the edge multiple times now, knowing your limbs were close to tiring out.
Still on your hands and knees, you shuffled up to straddle Carlos, sinking down on down cock this time, mouth dropping open as he stretched you out slightly differently compared to Charles.
"C'mon, cariño, ride me," he instructed, resting his hands on your hips, urging your movements while also allowing you to depend on him for help. "You feel so good, Carlos," you panted.
You heard some shuffling around you again but you couldn't move your gaze away from watching your pussy engulf Carlos' cock over and over again.
However, you were startled once you felt a cool sensation prodding your ass; Charles' fingers coated in lube. "Need you to relax, baby," you could hear Lando's words and he was quick to come into your view, stroking his dick to the sight of you filled by his former teammate.
He grabbed your hand off of Carlos' shoulder, guiding it towards his cock. Already slick with his precum, you could easily move your hand up and down, watching his reaction with hooded eyes.
Charles' free hand wrapped around your throat from behind while he whispered in your ear, "we're gonna fill up all of your holes, darling."
Groaning, you nodded, "please," a word that you had repeatedly spoken to the point where it sounded like a broken record. "You want that?" One of them asked, but you couldn't focus on whose voice it was. "Fill me up, please," your words turning into a moan as Carlos shifted underneath you, reaching deeper inside.
Releasing the grasp on your throat, Charles focused on opening you up with his fingers, for you to be able to take his cock in your ass while Carlos continued pounding your pussy.
Lando replaced Charles' hand, grabbing the back of your neck, threading his fingers in your hair to bring you close for a filthy kiss. Tongues and teeth clashing, he slightly bit down on your bottom lip, sucking and pulling on it for a moment before letting go.
Without any words exchanged, your boyfriend guided your mouth towards his cock, filling up two out of three of your holes. It took you a moment before you actually started moving your head up and down, moaning and drooling on his cock because of Carlos' upward thrusts.
Charles removed his fingers, having deemed to have stretched you out enough then coating his dick with a good amount of lube. With one hand palming and spreading your ass, he used the other to guide his cock into you. Your eyes welled up with tears, not entirely painful but almost overwhelmed with being filled everywhere at once.
Your body was quickly calmed down by Lando, Charles, and Carlos as they moved their hands all over you in soothing motions. Charles began thrusting when you nodded because you were unable to speak while Lando's dick was in your mouth.
Your muffled groans sounded distant to you, mind foggy, but you had never felt so full and aware before.
With a warning, Lando filled your mouth with cum, which you swallowed greedily without hesitation. Now, with your mouth unoccupied, you couldn't hold back on your moans. "Gonna cum," you warned, knowing you won't last long, still sensitive from your previous orgasms.
Charles' fingers reached your chest, teasing and pinching your nipples while Carlos rested his palms on your cheeks, wiping away your tears with his thumb.
Your pace stuttered as you came around his cock, and Carlos took the reins and thrusted upwards, allowing you to ride out your orgasm. "Fuck, where do you want us?" Charles asked, tethering on the edge and based on Carlos' stuttering pace, you knew he was too.
Your next words pushed both over the edge, "inside." Slumping forwards, you felt both Ferrari drivers filling you up with their cum. "Fucking hell, that was hot," Lando commented, leaning closer to brush away the strands of hair stuck on your forehead due to sweat.
Charles and Carlos carefully eased you off their cocks, with Lando helping you lie down on the bed which you immediately melted into.
It was unbearable for you to be completely empty after being entirely filled. Mustering up all your strength, you held your arms out for your boyfriend, who immediately joined you on the bed, whispering praises in your ear.
Meanwhile, Carlos and Charles decided to clean you up by wiping the cum that had leaked out of your holes with a damp towel. They saw the bruises from their grasps on you in the heat of the moment and couldn't help but smile, knowing they were the cause of it.
You hoped, as you drifted off to sleep, that the three of them would share the podium more frequently, and therefore, share you as well.
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eternityofend · 3 days
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SAVE THE COW
MILK THE MILKMAN.
Pairing: F!Reader x Francis Mosses. (18+)
[ TW ] MINORS DNI 18+
NSFW, Overstimulation, Whimpering, Slight praise kink, Unprotected sex, Riding, Submissive Francis, Dominant Reader, Porn with no Plot, Blowjob, Biting, Kissing/Making out, Aftercare.
A/N: This is my first time writing smut, I apologize if it isn't that good.
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"Mmm..."
You coo, caressing Francis's face as you kissed him on the nose. How adorable he was for a man who didn't care much for others, merely focusing on his work instead of interacting with others.
You felt special, considering you were the only one he opened up to, the only one he'd talk to without shying away.
But it was only right.
You let out a ghost of a smile as you continue caressing Francis's cheeks with your hands, kissing his neck lightly as you felt him tremble by your touch. Every touch of your lips on his skin sent him vocally expressing just how truly sensitive he was, gripping onto the fabric of your clothes as Francis threw his head back, face redder than scarlet milk.
Francis breathes out heavily, his hand going behind your head to grip onto your hair as you continue to litter kisses on his neck without end.
"[Name]-"
Poor Francis, barely even able to speak out more than one word before suddenly releasing a high pitched moan, gripping tighter on your hair as he was caught by surprise by the bite you left on his neck.
Francis's entire body trembles, but he doesn't tell you to stop.
You lick your lips, leaning your head up as you took Francis's chin in your hand and made him face towards you.
He looks like a puppy because of his teary expression and red cheeks. You sigh, how adorable can this man get?
You take his lips into yours, slipping your arm behind his waist as you hum in content, kissing him with vigorous passion that you knew would make him struggle to get air after.
Francis whines, trying to kiss you back with the same passion you were giving him but the best he could do was open his mouth and let you take control, leaning back on the bed he was on.
"Francis.." You mutter his name, breaking the kiss as he panted, his lungs fighting to get air after making out with you for a minute straight.
Your fingers cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, staring at you in the eyes while panting quietly. You smile, pushing him on the chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed as you crawl on top of him.
"I'll take good care of you." You whisper into his ear, your hand already unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants.
"[Name].. please-" Francis mutters something with a rasp tone in his voice, gazing at you with such doe eyes that activates a bottomless pit of hunger, of lust, in you.
You pull down the last barrier that covered his dick, your eyes swirling in lust as it leaked pre-cum, the tip flushing a light flustered pink, sensitive to your touch.
"Relax, I'll make you feel good tonight, okay?" You whisper in a gentle tone, already rubbing his dick up and down with your hand, eager to make him orgasm within 5 minutes.
You wanted to break him, hear him scream out your name when he cums.
He was simply just so adorable.
Your pace increases, and you feel the slightest twitch of Francis's dick in your hand as he suddenly whimpers, moaning out words for you to slow down.
"Wait- Wait- Mmmm.. [Name] please- go slow!-" Francis chokes on his words as you did the complete opposite of what he wanted, throwing his head back, his hips thrusted up to match your pace. His eyes rolling back, as the only thing that came out of his mouth were broken moans.
"Haa.. Ha-" Francis grips onto the sheets, letting out a chorus of "Ah, Ah, Haa~" completely letting you know he felt good.
You exhaled, trying to control yourself as you felt yourself get even more aroused just by listening to how lewd his sounds were.
"Shit, fuck.. you drive me crazy." You groan, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his skin; pumping even faster.
Faster.
More.
You needed to hear more of him.
"Fuck- Cum for me, Francis." You utter, feeling his dick twitch and convulse at your words. Just a second after, you immediately felt warm and sticky cum dropping on your hand as Francis let out a loud moan of your name.
Your eyes blurred with arousal, wanting to break him more.
"[Name].." Francis whispers out, but you shush him before he could say anything else.
You smile, getting on top of him as you pull down your pants. Rubbing your pussy on the tip of his dick as you used his cum to lubricate your insides.
Francis just stares at you, panting. His hand on your back, but he was mostly curious on what you were doing.
"I can help you.. if you wan-" Francis's eyes widen, letting out a sudden moan that cut off his sentence as he felt his dick enter your warm and wet pussy. He gripped hard on your hips, whining in pleasure as he felt your walls tighten even more around his cock.
Francis wasn't even fully in yet but he already felt like cumming again.
"[Name]. [Name]. [Name]. Fuck- fuck.. you feel so good, sugar.." Francis whines, thrusting his whole length inside of you. Moaning in the process of doing so, almost cumming when he felt your pussy clench so hard on his dick.
You pant, wrapping your hands around Francis's neck. Letting yourself rest for a while before raising your hips and dropping down on his dick.
"I'm gonna milk you dry.. Mr. Milkman."
Francis groans at the name, his dick twitching as he imagined you taking every single drop of his seed, he imagined filling you up to the brim.
You ride on Francis's dick at a fast pace, wet slapping echoing throughout the room as skin met skin.
Francis moans, changing his hold to grip onto your ass, his head burying into your neck while you bounced on his cock.
"Sugar.. you're taking me so well." Francis mutters softly, completely in bliss by how good your pussy felt.
You moan, your pussy clenching at his words. Despite him being the bottom this time, he still had a way of making you feel like you were the one being submissive.
A frustrating feeling grows in your stomach, wanting to show Francis that you were supposed to be the dominant one.
You clenched tighter on his dick, increasing your pace as you made sure he completely felt every inch of his dick get swallowed by your pussy.
Francis mutters something under his breath, completely lost in pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy, cumming in you for the second time.
You pant, continuing to ride Francis even if he already orgasmed, you wanted to show him that you were more than capable enough of giving both you and him pleasure.
"Sugar, wait- agh- haa~ slow down.." Francis tapped on your hip, grunting and moaning as he felt your tightness.
You moaned, leaning backwards as you rode Francis as if he was a mechanical bull for you to conquer.
Just a few seconds after, you feel Francis cum another time, whining and whimpering, begging you to stop.
"A little more.." You say, panting. Ignoring the feeling building up in your stomach as you tried to at least make Francis reach another orgasm before you finish.
"Sugar- God, if you don't stop- Ngh~" Francis's voice crumbles, his tone deep but filled with cracks as it was raspy and tired.
"More.."
You feel yourself almost cumming, and you moan. Throwing your head into Francis's neck as you slammed yourself down on him and bit down on his neck.
Francis pulls on your hair, gasping in surprise as he felt your body shake above him, his cock does the same, twitching and pulsing because of how intense you were clenching down on him.
"You're going to kill me one day, Sugar." Francis mumbles, running his hands through your hair as he grabbed a strand and kissed it.
You whine, still not getting off his cock, your body too tired to even move.
"I just missed you.. you've been gone for so long because of work, and you look like you haven't even gotten enough sleep." You complain, caressing his face as you leaned on his shoulder.
The tips of Francis's lips turn upwards, a soft yet baffled chuckle escaping from his mouth.
"Mmmm.. I didn't realize you missed me that much, you should've told me, Sugar.. I would've come home immediately." Francis places a kiss on your forehead, lifting you off his cock as cum dripped from your pussy to his thighs.
Francis puts two fingers inside your pussy, scooping a load of your cum before putting it in his mouth.
A satisfied expression appears on his face as he swallows, pecking you on the lips before saying something that makes you mumble in embarrassment.
"Much better than milk." Francis laughs out, kissing you on the lips with complete gentleness.
"Now let's get you cleaned up.."
You hum, gripping onto him tightly as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.
Let's just say, you both did much more than just clean yourselves up in the bathroom.
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yanderenightmare · 3 days
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TW: nsfw, noncon, toxic boyfriend
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Thinking abut the type of boyfriend who just shows up uninvited. At your doorstep, ringing your doorbell with dumb flowers in his hands and a dumb smile on his face. And yeah, it was charming the first couple of times… but you broke up with him over a month ago, and he still won’t leave you alone.
He’s never been one to listen, which is one of the reasons you had to break up with him in the first place. Another reason is his tendency to blatantly disregard how terrified he makes you feel.
The bouquet is left on the floor, flower petals trambled into sad, broken pieces. 
The worst part is that he knows it’s wrong—so very wrong—and still, he has the audacity to coo and hush you when he pins you to your bed. “Please don’t cry, please—I’m not gonna hurt you,” 
He’s on the verge of tears himself. In fact, he looks even worse off than you, tortured while listening to beg him to stop—crying, “Puh-please—please don’t do this, please—get off me!” 
But it’s just so unfair—he wants you back so badly. He never agreed to let you go in the first place. It’s so unfair of you. You loved him once—you can’t just change your mind. You belong to him—you told him as much when you were together. You’re not allowed to take it back. Vows are binding.
“Please don’t cry—I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you—I would never—I love you, I love you so much, I can’t stop.” He keeps vowing, licking your face and sucking your cheeks free of salt, lapping it up as you weep.
Beyond desperate and heaving for breath, you still use all your strength trying to tug your wrists loose from the strong fist keeping them pinned—but to no avail. Only left choking on your cries while feeling his other hand wander about between your trembling thighs.
“You said you were mine…”
“No, please—please don’t, please!”
But he doesn’t listen. 
He’s stuck between hating you for not loving him back and hating himself for not being able to let you go. He’s always been so selfish, but he just can’t seem to help himself. 
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BNHA – Deku, Shoto, Denki, Kirishima, Hawks, Mirio
JJK – Gojo, Yuji
HQ – Kuro, Bokuto, Miya twins
DS – Zenitsu
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opalici0us · 3 days
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Satoru Gojo is the type to...
take his blindfold off and put it on you during sex/foreplay, making you 10x more sensitive to his touch.
He was dragging a vibrator up and down your inner thigh, grazing it against your folds, almost letting it touch your clit just to go back to your thighs. Repeating the action over. You could feel the vibrations inching closer and closer to your neglected bundle of nerves. Your little hole clenched around nothing. 
Gojo wished you could see it—the lewd faces you were making when he was so close to giving you the pleasure you so desperately wanted, how your body shivered and tensed up when he ran the bullet up your inner thighs, your arousal dripping down to soak the sheets. 
"P-please, Satoru, can't take anymore." Tears stained the blindfold as your hips chased the vibrations. 
"Haha, too much for you, sweets?" He turned it off suddenly, making you whimper. "You're so adorable, wish you could see how soaked you are :(." Suddenly you jolted, feeling the bullet press right against your clit at full power.
It felt so much more intense than usual. You held your breath as high-pitched squeals left your mouth. Your legs snapped shut around his hand. Your moans layered over his chuckles. You could already imagine the smirk he probably has on his face.
“Oh fuck fuc—m’cumming~” 
Gojo would immediately add his mouth to the mix. The constant buzz of the vibrator on your clit while his tongue probed your insides, feeling the way your walls fluttered on his tongue as your orgasm crashed over you. Your cum coating his tongue as he slurped up every last drop of your nectar.
Gojo was thankful for the blindfold, or else you would have seen the cum stain on his boxers <3
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celestie0 · 2 days
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what is the flow rate of gojo’s sperm? 🤔
😈 😈 😈 ALRIGHT LET’S FIND OUT
shoutout to m00tie @quinnyundertow since u said there's nothing that turns you on more than hearing how mobile a man's flagella are. this one's for you bb.
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alright, first off, because his cum is confirmed to be both incompressible fluid as well as move with laminar flow, these attributes satisfy the conditions of pouiseulle’s law:
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i had to do a little bit of research to determine if it was laminar or turbulent flow, and apparently sperm travels with both stokes & laminar flow, which is pretty interesting, and also moves in a sinusoidal propagating wave, likely due to the movements/shape of the flagella
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note: microscopic sperm travel & ejaculate fluid travel are two very different things, but i can’t solve for anything microscopic here so we’re just gonna go for the ejaculate fluid only
anyways, to use pouiseulle’s law, let’s first determine our variables, and make sure we get the units right as well! always draw a diagram w all the variables:
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now, let’s identify the variables:
1. radius (r) of tube -> this refers to the pipe/tube, therefore in this case, the vaginal canal. now since gojo has decided to creampie, we can assume that the radius of the vaginal canal will be equivalent to the radius of his girth as he is stretching you out. gege told me the diameter of his big fat schlong is approximately 3 inch girth, therefore the radius = 3/2 = 1.5 inches
2. ΔP refers to change in pressure gradient, in this case i’ve decided to have P1 as pressure at vaginal canal opening, and P2 as pressure at the end where the cervix is. therefore, ΔP = (P1 - P2) for the equation. i know you’ve got that gorilla grip coochie, esp when the world’s strongest sorcerer is fuckin you SENSELESS, but all things considered this is a very difficult parameter to measure, therefore i found this article to help out with this:
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we’re going to assume “contraction pressure” (at the vaginal canal opening) is P1, due to gojo’s intrusion. and we’re going to assume “pressure at rest” is P2 at the end near the cervix (he’s pulled out a lil bit ok this makes things easier for me)
kPa are the units that we want for ΔP in this case, therefore it’s a simple calculation:
ΔP = P1 - P2 = 41.8 kPa - 26.8 kPa = 15 kPa
3. the last variable we need to account for here is L, which is the length of the PIPE HE’S LAYIN INSIDE OF YOU (jk it’s just length of ur coochie). now, i imagine this man is a generous lover, and he’s alr made you cum a few before he stuck it inside, so with arousal, the vaginal canal length has likely increased to about 5 inches (moreso 4.75in based on avg values in research but he stretched you in even more during the sexing!!) therefore L = 5 in
4. the other two values are just constants:
π = pi 3.1415 (imma just use pi function in calc)
η = this is viscosity of a fluid. based on this research article, the viscosity of human semen is approximately 9.35 cps. we want these units in kPa•s (remember that your units need to match the units of the other variables), so we need to use density of sperm (1.043 g/ml) to convert the factor (i just used chatgpt lol) but the conversion factor is pretty similar therefore we will just plug in something close to 9.35 kPa•s (true value is a little smaller)
ALRIGHT WONDERFUL! WE HAVE DETERMINED ALL OF OUR VARIABLES :) NOW WE JUST NEED TO PLUG IT INTO OUR EQUATION/DIAGRAM:
*note: mind the units! (shown in blue) there are lots of variations on how flow rate can be shown w the units, so u wanna be careful that they match
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YAAAAY!! so the flow rate (Q) of gojo’s cum is approximately 0.63787 in^3/sec ☺️💕
use a quick converter online, and we can make it into liters per minute -> 0.02214 l/min. convert this to milliliters -> 22.14 mls
which means that, in one of gojo’s average cumshots, he cums 22.14 mls of ejaculate !!! :0 sheesh that’s a lot!!
but how does this value compare to other men? research varies, but on average, men ejaculate between 1-10mls per orgasm, therefore the world’s strongest sorcerer cums more than TWICE the worldwide average!!
and one final calculation shows us that when he finishes, it’s at about 0.369 mls per second :) that's fuckin fast!!!
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thank you for cumming to my ted talk!! byee
alr ellie out ✌🏼😖 (i have sm brainrot)
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cold-kitty · 2 days
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Due to very, very high demand for part two of my Yan!Mermaid (looks at my notifications and cries), here it is.
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Contains: NSFW, dub-con, same warnings as the last one other than that
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Yan!Mermaid who starts clinging to your leg as you sigh, so happy that you're giving him another chance.
Yan!Mermaid who watches your hand signals and listens to your foreign words, not understanding a thing but tries to listen for your sake.
Yan!Mermaid who forces himself not to straddle you when he sits next to you, his tail swaying slowly behind him.
Yan!Mermaid who watches you fish all day, just enjoying your presence.
Yan!Mermaid who pouts and whines and clings to you when you try to leave. no no no no no! don't leave! i don't wanna be alone! stay with me, i promise to keep you warm!
Yan!Mermaid who tries to climb into the trunk of your car, and somehow manages.
Yan!Mermaid who happily slides out of your truck when you arrive home, smiling wide.
Yan!Mermaid who's surprised when you don't seem happy too. you look mad, but you suck it up and groan.
Yan!Mermaid who doesn't like how you put him in a tank with the fish you caught, he wants to sleep in your bed!
Yan!Mermaid who climbs out of the tank when you're asleep and crawls across the floor to your room, curling up in bed with you.
Yan!Mermaid who lets his mind wander to when he was grinding against you, how good it felt. y-your skin is so w-warm and soft... a-ah...
Yan!Mermaid who is immediately worked up again, pressing himself against you tight.
Yan!Mermaid who lets his hands greedily trail over you, gently squeezing your thighs and watching the flesh bounce back into place.
Yan!Mermaid who hesitantly pulls down your pants. he promises himself that he's just looking, but he can't resist the temptation. s-so pretty...
Yan!Mermaid who starts by squishing the flesh of your ass, watching it jiggle. he continues to do that for a while, almost mesmerized. he loves watching you squirm in your sleep too.
Yan!Mermaid who sticks his fingers in his mouth, sucking on them and getting them wet.
Yan!Mermaid who starts by pushing one finger into you, slowly so he doesn't hurt you. he watches how your unconscious body squirms and reacts to the intrusion.
Yan!Mermaid who slowly pushes another finger into you, but that wakes you up. you look behind you almost immediately, a horrified look on your face.
Yan!Mermaid who expects you to hurt him, staring at you with wide and fearful eyes. he starts moving his fingers nonetheless, hoping that it might calm you down, twisting and curling them with slight hesitation. oh please don't hate me! you're just so irresistible!
Yan!Mermaid who watches as your body starts to quiver softly, your head falling back into the pillow. you were giving up to the pleasure, even if reluctantly.
Yan!Mermaid who feels encouraged, his fingers thrusting fasted, twisting and curling them to his hearts content. he makes sure to get real close to you so he can hear all of your soft whimpers and moans. a-ah... keep making those sounds... so cute...
Yan!Mermaid who keeps this up until you cum, and oh my God is he so happy. he watches as you convulse softly, pulling his fingers out and licking them. he doesn't mind if it's nasty if it's you.
Yan!Mermaid who lowers himself down and starts licking up the cum that fell onto the bed.
Yan!Mermaid who pats your back reassuringly as he positions himself behind you, helping you out though the whole thing. stroking your hair, praising you in his language, kissing every inch of your body, going as slow as he can.
Yan!Mermaid who cuddles you the whole night after that, kissing you softly. he's so happy, so fucking happy. he finally got to mate with you like a real lover, even if it was only one short round.
(BONUS NSFW: Yan!Mermaid definitely does analingus, %100. Yan!Mermaid puts your needs and wants before his, if he wants to go fast and you want to go slow he goes slow. he hates seeing you in crying, so he refuses to overstimulate you, nothing rough or degrading, and he doesn't dare leave marks on you. Yan!Mermaid AFTERCARE, SO MUCH OF IT.)
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Does anyone know how mermaid dick works? Like honestly, how. Is it in the tail? Just hanging out there? HOW!?
~🐈‍⬛
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usedpidemo · 2 days
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Stargazing (Twice Mina)
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With the way things are going, Mina’s begging for trouble. And not the usual slap of the wrist kind that celebrities get away with—the kind that’s scandalous, career damning.
She’s so close to falling apart.
And as you watch her come undone—the very image that defines her gradually disappears—you can’t help but think: she deserves this.
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If there’s any clear-cut takeaway, it’s this: Mina is designed to be gorgeous, and she plays the part to near perfection. 
That’s the whole point. Here’s a sea of media outlets and paparazzi, accompanied by flashing cameras and screaming fans on one side. On the other, stars and figures from different fields, all dressed to the nines and emanate a distinguishable aura. The ‘I’m better than you’ kind. No amount of modest smiles and perfectly curated PR-fluff can disguise the noxious air of celebrity on the red carpet. 
Then you look at Mina, wearing the hell out of that backless dress, designed by none other than yours truly (you). You couldn’t have asked for a better muse. She carries herself and your brand around with a confident smile—with pride—seemingly indifferent to the raucous screams telling her to look this way, that way. Wherever her profile turns, cameras illuminate the crowd in near-perfect unison. 
It’s a slow motion fashion moment. 
As if she couldn't look any prettier, she brushes her hair with a quick, delicate swipe of her hand with queenly grace. The cameras live for moments like these. It’s what goes viral online; it’s what gets social media buzzing. She’s a K-pop idol, the media will say and it’s true, but she doesn’t look out of place with the so-called elite. If anything, she blends in seamlessly, rich, quiet, and enigmatic personality and all. 
Cameras continue to follow her as she walks through the carpet. She greets a few other celebrities in the vicinity; mostly Hollywood actresses and artists before she disappears behind the steps of the building. Throughout the entire ordeal, you were never on her mind, not even during interviews, nor when she was in clear view, even though you made her what she is now. All she can think about is herself and her character. That’s how fame works.
You don’t even get a text. Your only reference is a note that reads 23:00. 
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The next time you see Mina is hours later, at the promised time. One slender leg enters the backseat of the vehicle. She remains mostly untouched, leaving the gala looking the same as when she entered. She’s considerate enough to wave and give a flying kiss to the crowd, who unsurprisingly, go crazy for her. It’s a convincing act. You would, too, if you weren’t always by her side for ninety percent of the day.
She breathes out this deeply relieved sigh once the door slams shut. She’s tired—of being someone else, and just exhausted in general; she’s been in front of a mirror since five in the morning and it’s almost midnight by the time the event ends. You can tell she’d rather be in her hotel suite than anywhere else.
So you drive. No words. Just hit the road and get out of there. 
Even late into the night, Paris is still bustling and lively. You don’t make it past three streets before being met by traffic ahead. It’s an agonizing crawl. The satnav says you’ll arrive at your hotel by 2:00 in the morning. Mina probably won’t make it by midnight, at this point because she’s on the verge of falling unconscious, resting her head on the door. Her heels are set on the opposite end, with her lower half resting along the edges of the backseat into a couch position.
Even when she’s asleep, she’s still gorgeous. 
“Miss?” you gently call to her, snapping her from her tired daze. She gives you a mild stare through the rear-view mirror, unable to speak.
“We’re gonna be held up by traffic. You want something to eat?” you ask, knowing she likely won’t take anything more than a handful of fries or half a burger. 
“Sure. Whatever.” Mina sounds cold, a little annoyed somewhat. The past day has been unkind to her health; she arrived at the airport yesterday after a different schedule and barely had less than five hours of rest before dedicating the entire day for a gala she had contractual obligations to attend. She couldn’t say no even if she wanted; she’s got her whole schedule curated and planned out for months. 
You have more time to get her dresses planned out and prepared out than she has to breathe.
And time is unkind to both of you right now. Traffic trogs along at a snail’s pace. The arrival time on the satnav moves further and further away. Sunrise will meet you above a red light at this rate. How anyone gets around in this city considering the number of events that are happening all at once is beyond you. You only drive through Paris a handful of times a year, all for the same reason, and you abhor the idea—let alone the experience—every single time.
It’s difficult enough to wait, especially in this late of hours, when money and careers are on the line. Even more challenging is keeping a cool head and withholding yourself from using your instincts against the trusted systems of the algorithm. Mina will call you many things. She’ll call you insane. You don’t mind; it’ll be on the lower end of insults and comments you’ve heard from the so-called ‘elite.’ 
At the end of the day, you’re just simply following orders. 
You swerve off the main road, into narrow alleys and streets that aren’t registered on any official map. Anywhere that can give you a sense of progress and hold momentum. You drive. You make liberal use of your klaxon against anything and anyone. You go around in circles, sometimes looking at the satnav if it’s kind enough to give you a shorter, quicker path. In your haste, you completely overlook the star, the celebrity you’re meant to protect and coddle like fine art, and cracks begin to form.
“Shit!” Mina fastens the seatbelt, in distress and wide awake from your uncharacteristically aggressive driving. She lifts her head. Pierces your gaze through the rearview mirror with a mixture of panic, concern, and frustration. All that hours spent in the makeup room to look perfect, down to the smallest of details, coming undone within a few minutes. 
She seemed rather proud of her appearance, too.
Of course, her demands bounce off your ears—or ring through like white noise. You only know your task. Get her safe. 
Even though it’s your very idea, you forget about the thought of eating, too. You’ve passed by a couple of McDonalds along the way, but are blinded by tunnel vision to recognize a single one. It’s not a big loss; she’s as tired of eating fast food as much as you are. It isn’t good for her image right now, either. 
Eventually, you do make it back to her hotel. A little over midnight, but still not as early as you wanted to be. You look at the status of your passenger princess. She’s about as coddled as a five year old playing with her doll. A mess.
When you open up the door for her to step out, it’s a dramatic moment that gathers everyone’s attention and fixes every eye. It’s loud. 
It also so happens to be empty in the area.
The way she slaps you in the cheek echoes throughout the valet like the sharp crack of a whip, or the pop of a firework. Fucking hell, she hits hard. For a dainty woman like Mina, she’s surprisingly strong. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she snaps, cold and bitter. 
You find no mistake in what you did. In fact, you believe you’re doing her a service. Tomorrow, she’ll be at the airport and out of the country faster than when she came in. She doesn’t have to think about you for the foreseeable future. You only see a moody, ill-tempered celebrity frustrated that circumstances haven’t gone her way. Chalk it up to fatigue, but you can’t be arsed to explain yourself or react accordingly at this point.
She’s also pretty when she’s angry, you can’t help but think. Not the pouty, cute, wholesome kind—the ‘I’m gonna rip your throat’ out kind of ire. Sometimes you forget your job and admire just how gorgeous Mina is. You’re no different than the paparazzi or the average fan.
It makes her heated. You’re mentally smirking.
It would be a waste to fight over something as petty as reckless driving this late. No one got hurt; not a single traffic light or speed limit was violated. But her heart jumped a little bit when she expected the least. In her eyes, it’s a reasonable enough incident to show some attitude and assert her status over you.
But not tonight.
Instead, you take her by the wrist and lead her to the alley beside the hotel, away from potential cameras and prying eyes. She yelps, but you slip a hand around her mouth so she remains quiet. Mina is too tired to show some resistance. 
“Listen here, Miss Myoui,” you tell her, pointing your finger directly at her. “I did everything right to make sure you have a fine, comfortable experience in Paris. Did your dress, drove you around, everything. What I did was save you a few hours of sleeping in the car.  I never asked for anything from you, so don’t come acting like an ungrateful brat.”
“Fuck you.” Mina raises her palm, readying another thunderous, face cracking slap as a threat. “I could have done all that instead if I wanted to.”
“Need I remind you who made the dress that you’re wearing?”
She freezes, unable to find some form of retaliation or rebuttal.
“Thought so.”
“Well what am I supposed to do, then? Get on my knees and worship you as my lord and savior?” she asks. 
Suddenly, something clicks inside your head. An idea.
“That—” you pause, mentally noting the entire sequence in a flash, “Actually, that’s not a bad idea.”
“I’m not doing it.” Mina rolls her eyes, turning her gaze away and crossing her arms. Somehow, she’s managed to recognize your intent so quickly. What isn’t surprising is her natural cleverness and intelligence. “Not tonight. Not after what you did.”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“That’s what you believe, asshole.” She shakes her head. “Just—let me go.”
“Would be such a shame if a rumor spread around then that you were spotted in the bathrooms with one of the billionaires,” you say, blunt in your threat. “Wouldn’t you hate that? I hear there was a tabloid photo of you spotted with one of the presidential candidates too—”
“You lie.” Mina’s eyes glare at you. You don’t flinch.
She’s not wrong. You’re only telling a half-truth. It’s true that there were billionaires who attended. It would be a strange event if there weren’t any present, in Paris of all places. The report of a presidential candidate showing up is legitimate as well, but that’s as much as you know as the general public. What goes on inside, you have no knowledge of.
“And what happened there was nothing at all,” she adds. “So quit trying to blackmail me and just let me fucking rest.”
“Then explain this to me.” You point at the dress she’s wearing—your dress—and find different sized patches where they shouldn’t belong. They’re not by design; they’re clearly the result of some kind of external tampering or meddling. Around where her legs should be. Near her tummy. The gala is an indoor event, yet it looks as if she had been soaked in some capacity. 
Something’s quite off.
“So?” Mina defends herself, unwilling to concede. “Got spilled by drinks, and you don’t really care if it gets ruined.”
While it’s true you usually don’t mind your dresses getting ruined, it comes at a price. “I’m not mad. And yes, I don’t care if you do fuck all with that dress. Hell, that candidate is very lucky he got to clap that—”
“Shut up!” 
By instinct, Mina slaps you again.
You chuckle. The sore redness of your cheek isn’t going to silence you. 
As she tries to walk away, you grab her by the wrist again. Pull her close to your chest. She trembles, but can’t do anything to stop or shake you loose.
“So you admit? You got fucked by that candidate?”
“No!” Mina remains adamant in her tone. She twists your grip to free herself. “Just—fucking stop already!”
“Only if you blow me. Just a quickie.”
“What? Why?”
“As remittance for the ruined dress, of course. Remember? Ruined dress, ruined cunt.” You can’t help but grin as you remind her of the terms of your agreement. It’s not written in the contract, but a mutual trust shared between you and your muses. 
Mina sighs. A deal is a deal, even if it’s not signed on the dotted line. And she has the experience to show for it. Ultimately, she reluctantly agrees, sounding defeated in her response. “Fine. But after this, we’re fucking done.”
“I’m in a bit of a good mood today, so I don’t want your pussy,” you tell the disgruntled Mina, unbuckling your belt then unzipping your pants. “Not gonna lie, the thought of some future president fucking that cunt of yours makes me sick. Get on your knees.”
God, it feels wrong, but you’re enjoying every little moment of this, down to the finer details. The look of dissatisfaction on Mina’s face. The fact you can get her flustered with your teasing. The fact she’s obediently on her knees as you whip out your hard cock directly in front of her. She can tell you as many lies as she wants, but they have no firm ground to stand on. She’s not some stuck-up star unlike many others in that gala, but even she needs to be humbled once in a while.
“His dick is better than yours, anyway. I won’t miss this pathetic piece of shit,” she tells you, gripping to the hem of your dress, dodging every attempt to slip your shaft between her lips. 
All the more reason to plunge it deep in her throat.
“Is it? This piece of shit you love to ride on?” You grab your cock and pursue her evasive mouth. You have a hand planted on her scalp, holding her still, as she begrudgingly accepts your length between her lips slowly, in a losing effort to fight back. She gulps her throat, watching as her cheeks hollow, as drool begins to coat your sensitive shaft, until eventually, her seal is vacuum-tight and tension builds up in your groin. “This cock you want to use—fuck—”
Words fail you as you become reacquainted with the warmth of Mina’s mouth. She bobs her head back and forth, slipping a hand around the base of your shaft to stroke. Your cock is poking the back of her throat, your senses relaxing at the pleasure coursing through your body. You feel yourself slipping away—at the cold, at the heat of her sweltering lips, at the layer of saliva that fills every inch of your length. It’s all too much.
This is Mina’s least favorite position. She’d rather have you beneath her most of the time, relentlessly bouncing on your cock till you’re completely drained; it’s how most encounters with her go to the point you simply give up and expect yourself on the mattress as soon as you enter her room. None of that matters now, not when she needs your very shaft to fill her thirsty, dry mouth, as a palette cleanse from the boring gala and because she needs you as much as she utterly hates you.
She doesn’t like the thought of you above her. Her eyes can’t be bothered to look up. It’s a strange dynamic; she’s the celebrity, she’s supposed to have control, not you. Your hand tugs on her black hair, begging her for more, and it reinforces the idea. You love this. Mina, the quiet, cold personality that everyone wants to be like, is zealously sucking you off and you’re helpless to how incredible she is. The suction of her throat. The drag of her tongue on your head, then on the sides. The passionate hum of satisfaction. You recognize the smug grin etched on the corner her lips while she doesn’t bother to look back, knowing full well she can take you any way she wants and you’ll fucking love it. She’s so aggressive, yet perfectly paced. 
And she moves like she can read your mind—cum and saliva dripping from the corners, her tongue running laps around your balls, her mouth devouring you entirely with each entrance. Small, whiny sounds that resemble a choke—they’re nothing compared to the echoey moans you can’t help but make. You’re gasping for air as if she’s punctured a hole in your lungs—and to an extent, she has. Your body instinctively has to remind itself they’re leaning on air, because she’s making your spine contort in ways they shouldn't be twisting. 
Mina is quite used to this. The notion of having to suck a cock. Not just yours, but fans, higher-ups in suits, all kinds. She’ll tell you yours is the best one, and you’ll believe her. You can tell by personal experience. You shouldn’t let control slip, especially now, when such power is rarely vested on you, but you can’t help yourself. There’s some urgency in handling her, but it might be a little too late. Especially when—
“Mina,” you pant, and you sound so desperate. “So close, Mina. I’m so close. I’m gonna—”
She continues to create friction, and eventually fire. Her hands wring around your balls and your base, tightening the coil of pressure in your stomach and in your veins. Spiraling further and further out of control, you can feel your legs crumble in a last ditch attempt to hold on. With your remaining resolve, you cling to whatever semblance of clarity you can find. 
And she plunges her lips further into your length. Her tongue descends lower, to the underside of your balls. None of that disdain and hate from moments ago can be found, only zeal and passion. It’s not graceful in the slightest; it goes against everything her image represents, yet she’s so damn good at it, you can’t stomach the thought of her doing something this filthy, this obscene. The very idea breaks reality. Yet here she is, on her knees, a mouth filled by cock, encouraging you to cum without uttering a single word.
So you oblige her. 
You don’t give her the decency of asking. You just pour it all over her with reckless abandon. Yanking her by the scalp, swiftly pulling yourself away in the heat of climax, blasting thick warm seed all over her pristine features, using her visage as a canvas for all your repressed thoughts. Mina welcomes every drop, sticks her tongue out with an inviting stare, unfazed by all that hot load you’re shooting directly at her. Her professionalism is practically hardwired, second nature to allow herself to be used this freely. It’s more than personal satisfaction; it also pays the bills.
It’s a win-win.
“Happy?” she asks, propping herself back on her feet, using the top of the dress to clean herself. Not a waste when it’s sole purpose is to be one and done. 
The mess around your groin—residue sticking on your pants—answers her question. You can only nod in agreement as you clumsily and slowly gather your bearings. She shakes her head, amused at your predicament, but proud of her work.
Mina acts nonchalant, walks back to the hotel while you still work through your trousers, as if nothing ever happened. As if you weren’t moaning in public about how airtight her lips are around your cock. You hurriedly follow her, only to be met with a surprise waiting just past the entrance doors.
“I hope Paris has been kind to you so far, Miss Minari, because we certainly won’t be.”
Three comically mischievous men of similar stature and appearance, in nearly identical outfits (a simple shirt, coat, jeans and beret combination, how inspired) with the most cartoonishly evil looks on their faces. They could be anyone on the street. You can immediately tell they’ve been waiting for some time.
“Who are you?” you ask, stepping in front of your client. Mina looks nervous, quietly analyzing the three suspicious characters.
“Doesn’t matter who we are, even if we tell you,” replies the middle man, matter-of-factly. “We have no intention of hurting you.”
“If that’s the case, then please step aside. Miss Mina won’t be taking any requests and she’s very tired, sorry.”
“I don’t think so, buddy.”
“What?”
“We heard everything. You lucky bastard,” says the man on the left. “I don’t think Mina seems to be tired at all. In fact, I believe she wants more of it!”
All eyes turn to the person of interest, who seems to be in denial. Mina, this cold, calculated star, appears to have a harsh, sudden reaction. Offended by the comment, she angrily retorts, “No? What the hell are you saying?”
“Yeah, you heard the guy.” The third man steps forward, the other two close behind slowly approaching her. “It’s all over you. Don’t try to deny it. You enjoyed getting blasted all over that pretty face of yours!”
The three men nod in unison. You don’t have a firearm or any weapon on hand, but you’re willing to fight all three guys, even if you meet a terrible end. That’s the likeliest outcome. Lady luck seems to have disappeared on your side, but it’s part of the job, after all.
“Relax, girl. Again, we don’t wish to hurt you or your bodyguard.” The first man, the guy assuming leadership reiterates. It’s as civil and diplomatic as it sounds, but the looming threat remains prevalent. And it doesn’t do them any favors when they creep up towards both of you like wolves. “We just want what he has.”
“And what is it?” Mina frowns, hiding herself behind you, peeking over the shoulder, trembling.
“Oh, you know what we want, Miss Minari. Give it to us and then we’ll leave you alone.”
Where’s the security in this hotel, you wonder? The ground floor is dead empty of guests, which is to be expected, there’s hardly anyone at the front desk, and there are zero guards at the valet that normally wait for the next car to pull up. It’s midnight, what did you expect? 
“Can’t I give you guys some money instead?” she pleads, desperate. She’s no longer hiding herself, but standing side by side with you. Shaking. Nervous. “Name your price and I’ll pay it.”
“I don’t think that will work, miss.” The three men remain adamant. They have you trapped against the corner of the entrance door. Neither of you can hardly move, let alone run. “We’re in Paris. We can easily rob anyone for our keep.” 
Judging by the rather expensive watches and sneakers they all sport, they seem to have a point. 
“But please, we just want one. One round with the finest Japanese idol in the business. That’s it,” the first man adds, his cohorts nodding in agreement.
Mina turns to you, calling your attention. “Hey.” You’re on high alert, waiting for the moment for hell to break loose. She merely stares. Nothing comes out of her mouth, just an expressive, seemingly strange gaze that doesn’t register anything in your head, nor does it open up any sort of interpretation. And for a while, you don’t understand what’s happening or what’s her intent. The three guys seemingly wait, shrugging whenever you eye any one of them. There’s no rush; time seems to stop at that particular moment. You know their demand; you have ears. You just don’t know if Mina is actually serious about caving to the pressure.
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(And fucking hell, you’re so—so—screwed.)
You don’t know if Mina will recover after this. Specifically, her career.
Clothes scatter everywhere in the room, with no regard for cleanliness or the host’s decency. Mina is set in the middle of the mattress as its centerpiece. The star of the show. Her dress is bundled around her waist, baring her chest and legs, while every man is completely in the nude. She’s spread on her fours, with the two subordinates lined up parallel in front of her, the third right behind her. You plan to join after, when everyone’s seemingly tired, when you can have her all to yourself.
At least, that’s what you think will happen. You know she’s going to get used all night long. Mina’s bracing for impact, hoping she can walk out in one piece after this.
You’re holding your phone, ready to record every little thing that happens. It’s not by their request, but your own personal desire. You love seeing it—the notion of Mina getting her comeuppance. The two men in front of her waste no time, stroking themselves hard and slapping their cocks right into Mina’s face, spilling flecks of precum on her. You notice the giddiness in their expressions as they incline the idol’s chin up, nothing but unbridled lust on their faces. The only thing missing is hurling her around and ragdolling her.
“Such a pretty face deserves all this cum,” says the second guy. He’s on the pudgier side, evidently not meant to be in the same atmosphere, let alone the same bed as Mina. “I’ll have you know you were my bias, and you have the most numbers on my counter.”
Utterly shameless.
Meanwhile, the first guy, his colorful body filled with numerous tattoos, slaps Mina’s cheek hard. It ripples throughout her lithe figure, rattles the bed a little. She keens. He takes a moment to look at the hand that committed the sinful act. He’s shaking, in disbelief. He did that. It’s a moment in time, a monumental occasion. Anyone else in his position would be shouting in the streets, celebrating too. 
You would.
The third guy, this aged man who’s evidently in his mid-to-late forties and probably shouldn’t be consuming K-pop, continues to stroke himself to Mina’s face. Too bad her mouth can only fit one cock at a time. Her hand grabs his shaft and he grips her hair instead as she pumps him at a delicate pace. Their collective moans fill the room as each person assumes a position around Mina’s sensitive holes, filling them hastily. No technique, no patience whatsoever. 
It’s pornographic for all the wrong reasons. How it all came to be. The setup. The characters. The very scene itself. Down to the shitty camera recording. Not befitting of an idol such as Mina. It’s got its own charm, but for the most part, it's as disgusting as you imagined. You can’t believe she’d agree to this. At the same time, you can’t look away. It’s a car crash that you know is gonna happen, yet all you can do is watch helplessly—and stroke yourself hard to.
All three men have different rhythms in which they fuck Mina. Tattoos slowly pounding at her dripping cunt, accompanying each deep thrust with a loud smack of her ass. His one hand grabbing at the hem of whatever’s left of her dress, itching to rip it off. Mina’s moan is suppressed by Pudge’s cock protruding through her throat. A fistful of hair in his grip, the other on her flushed, reddened cheek. Expecting her to take his relentless rhythm, only for her gag with each pump into her airtight lips. As if he doesn’t know how giving head works. The oldest man loosens up, lets his body hang as Mina strokes his cock with her ironclad fingers, letting flecks of cum spread over her neck and her shoulders, content with letting her handle him how she wants. 
In a way, it’s admirable seeing Mina like this. Three cocks and all, her commitment to fanservice and satisfaction is any fan’s dream for their idol. You’ve seen it firsthand before, how she attends to each fan one by one, but to handle multiple without a single complaint is quite the accomplishment. She’s gonna take it, and she’s going to love it.
And in fact, she does. You’ve never seen her this dedicated and into pleasuring anyone. How she uses her other hand to seize Pudge’s cock, spitting and licking the head, setting him ablaze. Even as the man with the tattoos begins to wreck into her sopping cunt, foregoing leisure for speed—as her whines echo throughout the room—she maintains her composure the best she can. Even begging him to go harder, which he obliges. The bed’s quaking, seemingly closer to collapse, as the man screams to the ceiling, “Fucking tight—so close—cumming—aah—”
All three men are clinging to Mina in some capacity. On her waist, using her hair, or her shoulders—as they all appear close to their climaxes. Their collective groans of pleasure make this evident noise that warrants numerous calls of disturbance or concern. Imagine the commotion when the staff called in to investigate eventually finds out. The notion spurs Mina as she leans further into it—looks right into the camera as she licks up Pudge’s underside. As if demanding you to take the best shot of her while doing it. 
It’s scandalous—the way Mina uses her expressions to make herself look good even under duress. How she winks, sticks her tongue, twists her face into lewder and lewder reactions while the three men who seemingly have power over her, now fold under her control. If only you could step in and be a part of the show, but you can’t.
And she looks even better with cum all over her.
The three guys moan in unison for dramatic effect. As if it was part of the intended shot. One after the other, each man reaches their own orgasm and blasts their hot load onto some part of Mina’s body. None of them seem to find their way into what they initially wanted, which is her holes. Mostly—tattoos man is partly into a deep thrust when he meets his abrupt end, only filling part of her cunt with his seed before deciding to pull out and throbs onto her back, her legs instead. Pudge gets most of her face, which she happily accepts. But even with her mouth wide open, he can hardly land his cum onto her sweet lips. As for the old man, he was never a factor to begin with. He had spilled his cum on the side, on the shoulder, on some hair, on her fingers. He was done before the others even finished.
What an unexpected sight. 
You stand from the couch you’ve been sitting on, close in on the aftermath of their orgasms, watching as they stand lifeless around the centerpiece that is Mina, running her fingers over all the cum spilled on her body. This is child’s play to her, yet the most surprising thing is: she wasn’t expecting any of the three guys to finish this soon, let alone all three of them. She has this unsatisfied look in her eyes observing her conduits, the supposed ‘threats,’ as if they didn’t live up to her expectation.
“Did I look good?” she asks you, tilting up, resting her head on her palm.
You show her the phone, speed past the raw footage. She watches like she’s the director—which she kind of is.
“Mm—not good enough,” she adds, grabbing the phone and grabbing a tripod from the bedside drawer. “Set it up over there and do it again. They’re not leaving this until they get it right. And you’re gonna show them the way.”
Looking at their tired, exasperated faces, they’d rather be anywhere but here. 
As for Mina, she’s the most energetic you’ve seen her in a while, eager for more—and you’re gonna have to make some phone calls explaining why she isn’t at the airport by morning. 
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(A/N: woo missed another deadline/date but happy birthday Mina! By request/commission, so thank you for waiting and I hope it was to your liking. I do agree we need more subby Mina but in the end she owns all of us let's be real XD Thank you for reading!)
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worldlxvlys · 3 days
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A CHRIS X READER THAT IS POC I BEG YOU ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BUT YK HOW THEY DID THAT COLLAB WITH SAM AND COLBY, TARA, JAKE, LARRAY AND JOHNNIE
BUT DURING THE COLLAB CHRIS WAS BEING REAL TOUCHY WITH THE READER LIKE WHEN SHE BENDS OVER HED PUT HIS HANDS ON HER CROTCH BUT NB SEES IT AND THEY EVENTUALLY F*CK PLS
last time
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chris sturniolo x poc! reader
warnings: smutttt, p in v, cursing, unprotected sex, cream pie, choking, poc! reader, sexual jokes
a/n: writing for this friend group was so funnn
enjoyyy<33
“wait, ok chris! let me get up!” i exclaimed, laughing as chris squeezed his arms around me tighter.
we were currently at the triplet’s house with his brothers, jake, johnnie, tara, larray, sam, and colby.
when the entire group agreed we were hungry, i offered to make us something.
“so, what’s on the menu?” colby asked, eyebrows raised as he clapped his hands together excitedly.
“nothing, if chris doesn’t let me get up to make it” i spoke, causing him to glare up at me and squeeze me even tighter.
upon hearing the words, the entire group yelled at chris to get off of me, the hunger beginning to make them cranky.
“fine” he grumbled as he let go of me, allowing me to stand up.
i began to make my way to the kitchen when tara spoke up, “wait! i’ll help you” she smiled as she walked over to me.
once we got to the kitchen, which happened to be just out of earshot from the couch that the rest of the group resided on, she began to speak.
“so, you and chris aren’t together, right?” she asked.
i raised my eyebrows at her suspiciously at the statement, squinting at her. “why?”
she lightly chuckled at that, “i just noticed you guys are really touchy, but i don’t wanna assume anything” she said, raising her hands in defense.
i laughed at the gesture, “no, you’re ok. i don’t know what we are, honestly. i mean, we’re really close, probably closer than friends should be. but, neither of us are ready for a relationship, you know?”
it was true, chris and i had done some questionable things for just being friends.
it’s not like we had sex often, we just happened to get caught up in the moment once or twice.
…and a few times after that…. and a few more after those times.
but other than that, we had a completely normal friendship.
we were both aware of each other’s feelings, but we were content with where our relationship was at.
why risk messing everything up when we’re both happy ?
“so you guys don’t want to be in a relationship, you just want to act like you’re in one?” she pointed out, “that logic seems a bit flawed to me”
“you do have a point, but honestly? change is scary, and i’m not willing to completely dismantle mine and chris’s relationship because i got greedy” i spoke.
she tilted her head, squinting her eyes, “is that not what you’re doing right now?” she deadpanned. “you’re not worried that fucking around will ruin your relationship first?”
my eyes widened at the statement, “when did i say we were fucking around?” i defended, taken aback at how quickly she was able to figure it out.
“so y’all are? i knew it!” larray joined in, suddenly appearing next to me.
i quickly shushed him, not wanting chris to hear the conversation from his spot on the couch.
“keep your voice down, he’s right there! and where did you even come from?” i asked.
i glanced over to chris to determine whether he had heard the conversation, only to be met with his eyes already on me.
“you think he knows we’re talking about him?” tara whispered to us, catching his gaze on me.
“i don’t know, but girl he’s eye fucking the shit out of you right now” larray told me.
my jaw dropped at his words, a light giggle falling from my lips.
“oh our girl’s getting dicked down tonight” tara joined in.
“y’all have to stop” i spoke, the two collectively laughing at my flustered state.
suddenly, chris got up from his spot, beginning to walk over to the kitchen.
“oh shit, he’s coming over” i whispered to them.
“okay girl, go get your pasta and lobster” larray spoke, beginning to walk away.
“you got this!” tara whispered, walking away with him.
before i knew it, chris stood in front of me, a light smirk growing on his face.
“you guys talkin about me?” he asked, his hands finding their way to my waist.
“no” i denied, despite of us both knowing it wasn’t true.
"mmhm, you tell them how good i make you feel?” he asked as his fingers ran over the skin under my t-shirt.
“chris” i spoke, swallowing harshly.
“how you act all innocent in front of everyone else, but in bed you’re a freak?” he whispered into my ear.
“chris!” i scolded him, lightly slapping his chest. “what’s gotten into you?”
“what do you think? you’re walking around in this skirt, showing off your thighs. all i can think about is shoving my head between them” he spoke, his hands running down my body.
just before they could make their way to my thighs, a voice made us pull away, “you guys are real cute and all, but i’m hungry! chris, please just let her make our food” jake yelled from his spot.
his words caused tara to smack him upside the head, his face contorting into a wince at the feeling.
“what are you making anyway? we have, like, no food in our fridge” matt spoke up.
“oh, i know. i was just gonna make pizza rolls” i answered.
“we don’t have any pizza rolls” nick spoke, brows furrowing in confusion.
“yeah, we do” chris spoke, pulling them out of the freezer, “i bought her some”
i smiled bashfully at the statement, mouthing a “thank you” to chris.
he lightly nudged me with his shoulder in response, a smile of his own growing on his face.
“you two make me sick” colby spoke, “don’t be jealous, it’s not my fault no one buys you pizza rolls” i defended.
his eyes widened at that, taking offense to the words.
“ok, but wait, you said you were cooking something. this entire time i thought you were actually making us a meal” nick said, the group making noises of agreement.
“listen, y’all ! i’m not, nor did i ever claim to be a chef. i don’t know what you thought, but you were wrong” i spoke playfully.
“and nick, you know there’s no food, this is your house. where did you think i was getting ingredients from?” i asked as i placed the pizza rolls on a sheet.
“girl i don’t know, but pizza rolls aren’t gonna fill anyone up, those are like appetizers”
“ok then don’t eat any” i shrugged as i finished emptying the package.
“y’all can order something if you want, i’m really just craving pizza rolls” with that the group began to have a conversation about what they wanted to order.
“i’ll have some of your pizza rolls” chris spoke from beside me.
“good” i smiled up at him, before grabbing the baking sheet to place in the oven.
i bent over, pulling the oven open to place the sheet on the rack.
when my skirt rose up slightly, chris didn’t waist a second in placing his hand on my ass.
he quickly dipped his fingers into my panties, rubbing my heat.
he used his free hand to pull my front half back up, quickly covering my mouth with the palm of his hand.
“hmphhh” i lightly moaned into his hands, as his fingers explored my wetness, collecting my arousal on his fingers.
before i knew it, his fingers left my body, as he turned me around to face him.
he placed his fingers, which were now coated in my juices, into his mouth.
i watched intently as his tongue swirled around each finger, lapping at them like a starved man.
“hm, just needed a taste” he spoke, smirking at my shocked state, “you should probably close that”
“close what?” i asked him as i blinked rapidly, attempting to recover from his actions.
he nodded towards the oven with his head, “i don’t know how well they’ll cook if you leave the door open” he raised his eyebrows at me.
he was having the time of his life right now.
“uh- yeah, yeah you’re right” i spoke as i quickly closed the oven door.
“need some help with that?” chris asked as he stared down at my thighs, which were involuntarily clenching together.
i was doing my best to hold it together, but his actions turned me on far more than i’d like to admit.
“i’m fine” i spoke quickly, hoping he wouldn’t point out the fact that i was obviously lying.
but he, being chris, would never give me the luxury of sparing me from his teasing.
“really? you don’t look fine. you look like you need to be ruined” he whispered into my ear.
“chris, i’m not gonna have sex with you with all of these people in the house”
“really? don’t think that’s stopped you before” he spoke cockily.
“we said that the last time was gonna be it, remember?” i reminded him, placing my hand on his chest.
“yeah, you’re right, we have to stop. so we’re done doing this” he nodded his head at me.
“yup, that’s it. it’s done”
well, it was done. until-
“fuck, chris! yes, yes, yes ! right fucking there, holy shit” i did my best to keep quiet, as chris pounded into me from behind.
“one last time, just one last time” he whispered to himself while he drove himself in and out of me like his life depended on it.
“if this is the last time, i’m gonna make sure you remember that no one else will ever fuck you like i do” he whispered into my ear, chest pressing against my back while my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
“ you got that? can you say it back to me, princess? “
“i- no one, no one will ever fuck me like you do” i heaved out, fisting his sheets as continued to push himself deep inside of me.
“damn right” he rasped, as he gave my ass a slap, eliciting a moan from me.
“god, what did i do to deserve you? you’re so fucking good for me, holy shit” his head fell back as he moaned out.
“you feel so good in me, chris. don’t want anyone else, just you” i spoke back to him.
“yeah? am i making you feel good, baby? that’s all i ever want, just want you to feel good” he whispered, his fingers digging into my waist.
“you always do, baby. always feel so good with you” i moaned back.
my mind grew fuzzy as he went from giving sharp, quick thrusts to slow and deep ones, allowing me to feel every inch of him.
“love fucking you hard, but i gotta show you how much i care bout you” he spoke before burying his nose into my neck.
he placed a sweet kiss to the skin, before pulling it between his lips.
he sucked on the skin until it became darker, making it known that he had been there.
his arms wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his body as his cock stretched out my pussy.
“i don’t- fuck chris, it’s so good” i choked out as he continued to leave kisses against my skin.
“love seeing you like this, all fucked out under me. you’re so fucking beautiful, can’t believe you’re even real” he whispered.
“all yours, chris. you’re the only one who gets to see me like this”
i pushed my hips back into him, grinding on his dick, as he wrapped a hand around my neck to choke me.
“god, oh my-” he whined out his dick twitching inside of me.
“you gonna cum for me, chris?” i asked as i felt myself on the brink of my own orgasm.
“yes, yes, please cum with me” he whispered, head dropping to the crook of my neck as he shot his seed inside of me.
he continued to thrust into me, the coil in my stomach snapping as i coated his cock in my pleasure.
coaxing me through my orgasm, he gave a few more sloppy thrusts, before gently pulling out of me.
“did so good for me” he mumbled, pressing a light kiss to my shoulder.
“was that good ? did i hurt you?” he asked as he went to lay down next to me.
“of course it was good, chris. and i’m okay” i told him, cupping his cheek.
“good, let me clean you up and we can cuddle?” he asked, a grin taking over his features.
“yeah, sounds good“ i spoke as i heard my phone vibrate on chris’s nightstand.
when i opened it up, i was met with unopened text messages:
THE ULTIMATE CROSSOVER ❗️(10 MEMBERS)
matty b 💁🏻‍♂️ 9:01 pm
SHUT THE HELL UP ! WE CAN HEAR YOU ALL THE WAY OUT HERE
nick 👑 9:01 pm
oh great you guys pissed off mat
(i agree w him)
johnnie 🧛🏻 9:02 pm
i’m just waiting for my food
jake 🕸️ 9:10 pm
CHRIS STOP FUCKING AND TELL US WHAT U WANT SO WE CAN ORDER OUR FOOD
tara 👅 9:10 pm
YOU SHOULD’VE GOTTEN IT BEFORE THEY DISAPPEARED TOGETHER
TF WERE U EXPECTING DUMBASS
larray 💅🏽 9:15 pm
🍝+ 🦞
if it’s not snowing she ain’t going y’all
sam 👻🌝 9:34 pm
update: we ate your pizza rolls
colby 👻🌚 9:34 pm
we’re still hungry hurry up
y/n ⭐️ 9:41 pm
MY PIZZA ROLLS ???
FUCK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF U HOES
IMMA FIGHT Y’ALL 🤺🤺
chris 🦌 9:41 pm
oops
my bad guys
nick 👑 9:42 pm
chris come do the walk of shame out here so i can beat your ass 🙂
TARA 🧚🏻‍♀️ 9:20 pm
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popamolly · 2 days
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‘DANCE WITH THE DEVIL’ ALASTOR
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summary. You confess to Alastor, rapidly turning the pages of your unpredictable future with him as you two share a night of passion, unknowingly that someone lurks in the shadows watching you.
PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR | PART FIVE
warnings. human!alastor x fem!reader, dark romance, murder, mention of blood/gore, agegap (you're in your 20s while Alastor is in his early 30s), alastor preys on your innocence, smut, Alastor gets a bit possessive and primal idk, breeding kink, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, rough!dom!alastor, a love making if you squint
author’s note. i took a short break to focus on my exams but i am back and will be responding to requests and my messages as soon as possible, thank you all for being patient! I plan on having only ten chapters so we are half way there! If you want to check this story out on wattpad (where you can find the chapters a bit more easily) you can find me @ SCREAMPIED. as always, thank you for the love and support. enjoy sinners.
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You had first thought to find Alastor's warehouse by memory but it was a fruitless attempt as the woods that surrounded his home were so dense that Mr.Ray opted against it, seeing as you two would get lost without a proper guide. You wanted to venture off into the woods but with Ray supervising you, you knew you had to take your search elsewhere. You and Mr. Ray had found yourselves on to the bustling streets of New Orleans, specifically targeting the popular French Quarter. The vibrant energy of the city surrounded you, the sounds of jazz music and lively conversations filling the air as you navigated through the crowd.
Your first stop was the renowned jazz club where Alastor was known to frequent and had taken you to only a few nights ago. The sultry melodies spilled out onto the street, drawing in a diverse crowd of music enthusiasts and night owls. The inviting glow of the club's entrance welcomed you back, stirring a mix of heartache and determination within you.
As you stepped inside, the familiar ambiance washed over you—the smooth jazz tunes, the dimly lit stage, and the intimate setting that had once felt so enchanting. The club was alive with activity, patrons enjoying the music, sipping on cocktails, and engaging in lively conversations.
You approached the bartender, a seasoned individual who seemed to have a wealth of knowledge about the club's regulars. With a friendly smile, you inquired about Alastor, describing him as the charming gentleman with a penchant for jazz and a captivating presence.
The bartender's eyes lit up with recognition. "Ah, you're talking about Al," he said with a nod. "He hasn't been around for a while, but he usually shows up later in the evening, closer to midnight."
Your heart raced with anticipation as you thanked the bartender and found a seat at the bar, eagerly awaiting Alastor's arrival. The minutes ticked by slowly, each second filled with anticipation and a hint of apprehension.
As midnight approached, the jazz club seemed to come alive in a different way, the music taking on a more soulful tone, the atmosphere tinged with a sense of mystery and possibility. You glanced around, searching for any sign of Alastor's distinctive presence, hoping that this time, your search would lead to the answers you sought.
As the minutes stretched into midnight, Mr. Ray settled into the seat beside you at the jazz club. His concerned expression didn't go unnoticed as he glanced around the lively venue, the music and laughter swirling around you.
"Miss, I have to say, this whole venture feels like a bad idea," Mr. Ray began, his tone cautious yet firm. "Chasing after someone who seems intent on staying elusive, especially someone like Alastor, might not lead to the answers you're looking for."
"And what do you know about Alastor?" You turned to Mr. Ray then, arching an eyebrow, challenging his perspective.
The driver shrugged, lighting a cigarette. "Not much, except for his reputation. Street talk suggests he's someone best left alone."
In that moment, you realized there was more to Alastor than met the eye. The man you'd grown fond of had a life beyond the radio show, shrouded in mystery. It prompted questions about how well you truly knew him; the answer, upon reflection, was not much, given the short time you'd known each other.
"Is he some sort of dangerous person? A kingpin? A fugitive?" You tapped your fingers on the bar counter, probing for answers.
"Not precisely, Miss. It's more of an unsettling aura he carries. People steer clear, citing his eyes as the giveaway—he's said to lack a soul," Mr. Ray explained, flicking ash from his cigarette. "That's why he resides in the woods, away from prying eyes."
"These are just rumors," you defended, feeling protective of Alastor. "He's not what they say."
"True, but rumors often hold grains of truth," Mr. Ray countered.
You met his gaze, a mix of determination and uncertainty in your eyes. "I appreciate your concern, Mr. Ray," you replied firmly. "But I need answers. I need to find Alastor and talk to him, no matter the risks."
Mr. Ray sighed, a hint of resignation in his eyes. "I can't stop you from doing what you feel is right, Miss," he conceded. "But please, be cautious. Sometimes, chasing after the thing we want most can just lead to more heartache."
His words struck a chord, a fleeting doubt creeping into your mind. However, the determination to seek answers and clarity outweighed the uncertainty. With a nod of understanding to Mr. Ray, you turned your focus back to the club, waiting anxiously for any sign of Alastor's arrival, knowing that this encounter would shape the path ahead, for better or for worse.
Your eyes widened as you noticed that familiar sight of brown hair and charming smile. Alastor entered the club with a woman on his arm, sparking a confused twinge of jealousy to course through you, but you quickly composed yourself despite your heart racing so much you were sure it was going to pop out of your chest. Sensing the moment of truth approaching, you turned to Mr. Ray beside you.
"You can go home now, Mr. Ray," you said firmly, your gaze fixed on Alastor's figure in the distance. "And do tell my mother that I will be home late."
Mr. Ray's expression tightened with concern. "Miss, it's half past midnight. I can't leave you alone like this," he protested, his protective instincts kicking in.
However, you remained resolute. "I am a grown woman," you said, your eyes never leaving Alastor as he conversed with the woman beside him. "I can manage fine without a chaperone. Now go."
Reluctantly, Mr. Ray nodded, understanding the determination in your voice. He stood up from his seat, casting one last worried glance in your direction before making his way out of the club. The sense of independence filled you as you watched him leave.
As Alastor's eyes met yours across the crowded jazz club, a silent understanding passed between you. With a subtle nod, he excused himself from the woman on his arm, gracefully making his way through the lively crowd toward you.
His approach was deliberate, his gaze unwavering as he closed the distance between you. With a teasing smile, Alastor glided his finger across your cheek in a familiar gesture, a playful twinkle in his eyes. "Smile, my dear," he remarked in his charismatic tone, "you are never fully dressed without a smile."
Your response betrayed the jealously you felt as a shiver goes down your spine at just a mere touch from him, you let his name fall from your lips like a soft spell. "Alastor," you said, your voice a mix of love and curiosity, "I have been looking for you."
The playful banter momentarily faded, replaced by a tense anticipation as you awaited his response. The air between you crackled with unspoken questions and emotions, the time for games and pleasantries giving way to the pressing need for answers and clarity.
"Oh? Well you have found me. How ever can I be assistance?" He did a quick bowls he grabbed ahold of your hand, placing a gentle lingering kiss along your knuckles.
"Who was that woman you're with?" The question spilled form your mouth before you could think, glancing over at the short plump woman that was dancing her heart away with another gentleman on the dance floor with a twinge of distaste, "A friend?"
Alastor could only smile at your noticeable jealousy, "A friend." He confirmed, "That is the lively mimzy, she cornered me as I made my way in here and assisted that I escort her in. As you can she, she already has forgotten my presence."
You nod in understanding, breath catching in your throat as Alastor stands closer to you, his face only inches from yours as he moves his hand to your waist, the stool you sat on only making it all the more easier for him to tower over you.
"Now, anymore questions? Or can I kiss you, my dear?" Alastor made a show of teasing you in such a public place, his grin stretching from ear to ear as he leaned in for a kiss but your hand over his mouth stopped him. As much as you wanted to give in to his enticing allure you knew you shouldn’t, not when you had no idea where exactly you stood in his life. You wanted something more, more than spontaneous rendezvous.
"I have a few.." You admit, "But let's go somewhere private, away from everyone else.”
“Of course,” Alastor straightened his tie, offering you his arm with a smile, "There is a lovely park not too far from here, the fireflies there are truly a sight to see. Shall we?"
You take his arm with a small nervous smile, walking out of the club that had just began to truly get lively once again. The both of you walked down the bustling street of the French Court, unbeknownst to you of a car headlights turning on across the street to slowly follow you.
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As you both arrived at the nearby park, the scene unfolded like a romantic painting. Other couples strolled along the riverbank, their laughter and silhouettes bathed in the soft glow of fireflies. You couldn't help but gaze at the night sky in awe, feeling as though you were part of something truly enchanting. The stars brightened the night sky like diamonds and you couldn't help by smile, feeling as though this counted as your second date with Alastor. It was simply, like the first one, and you found yourself with a bit of longing for the future- one that was filled with more moments like these with the man you've come to love.
Walking quietly beside Alastor, a sudden wave of nervousness washed over you, making you feel small beside him. Finding a secluded bench, the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze creating a serene atmosphere.
Sitting together on the bench, you felt the weight of unspoken words hovering on the tip of her tongue, struggling to gather the courage to voice them. Her head battled with her heart, and the burning question finally spilled out, "Alastor, what are we?"
He chuckled lightly, turning to look at you, but you kept her eyes fixed forward, unable to meet his intense gaze. "Whatever do you mean, my dear?" he replied with amusement.
"You know exactly what I mean,"you said, wrapping your arms around yourself for comfort, your gaze drifting up to the sky once more. "You know I'm a Duvalier, with all the expectations that come with it. I'm expected to be married by the end of the season. It's an obligation, but it's also something I want. I want the whole happy ending – a husband, children eventually, that perfect life."
Your words stumbled out in a jumble as you struggled to convey her feelings to Alastor, or anyone for that matter. "I know it sounds silly, but I love you, or I know I could. What I'm trying to say is, I want to be with you and have that perfect life with you, but I need to know if you feel the same way. I don't want to be just a distraction or someone you discard when you're bored."
The weight of the silence that followed your confession settled heavily on your heart. You braced yourself for Alastor's response, half expecting the worst as your mother's warnings echoed in your mind. If only you could glimpse into Alastor's thoughts and see the turmoil brewing within him. For a fleeting moment, his smile wavered, unnoticed by you. Inside him, emotions raged like a relentless storm threatening to engulf him. You had been nothing more than a fleeting diversion, a domestic facade slowly growing on him, but love? The very concept seemed laughable to him, having forgotten its true meaning since his mother's passing.
The prospect of love was new territory for Alastor, dangerous waters he hesitated to navigate blindly. Yet, a part of him yearned for it. He gazed into your earnest eyes, seeing a hopeless romantic who he had once thought he could manipulate then kill with his charm. Now, he realized you were entirely his, and nothing he could ever do would deter your affection. He entertained the notion that perhaps you were his salvation, someone who had peered into his soul like no one else ever had.
Despite his dark secrets and looming shadows, you looked past it all and embraced him for who he was. Alastor, in his twisted mind, welcomed this newfound sensation of love but remained cautious, acknowledging his reluctance towards commitment. Yet, if you were willing to accept him with all his flaws, he was willing to try.
"Do you love me enough to die for me?" Alastor's gripped your chin tightly, forcing you to meet his intense gaze. You couldn't tear your eyes away, captivated by his aura and the shiver of pleasure his intensity sent down your spine.
"Yes," you answered breathlessly, craving his touch.
"That was too easy," Alastor dismissed your response with boredom, having seen the life fade from eyes so easily before. Living alongside him, however, would be a far greater challenge than dying for him. "Would you live for me?"
"Every day," you replied, your hands clinging to his wrist as he drew you closer, igniting a fiery desire between your legs that couldn't be quenched without him.
"Then you are mine dear, forever. In this life and the next, in heaven and in hell." Alastor's words hung in the air, a testament to the intensity of your emotions now reciprocated. Without another word, Alastor closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. It was a collision of desire and longing, a melding of two souls entwined in a tumultuous dance of love and darkness.
His kiss was both tender and possessive, a silent declaration of his complex feelings for you. You melted into his embrace, feeling the heat of his touch sear through your entire being. It was as if every doubt, every fear was erased in that moment of connection, replaced by a burning need for each other.
Time seemed to stand still as you both lost yourseleves in each other, your hearts beating as one in the midst of chaos. The world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the raw passion and undeniable bond that drew you together.
When he finally broke the kiss, your breaths mingling in the shared space between them, Alastor's eyes held a mixture of longing and uncertainty. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable, to let you see a side of him he had long kept hidden. It was a leap of faith, a gamble on love that both thrilled and terrified him.
As you looked into his eyes, feeling the echo of his kiss still lingering on your lips, you knew that in that moment, all that mattered was the fierce connection that blossomed from a single dance on a patio a few nights ago, a flame that burned brighter in the midst of darkness.
"Take me home?" Your grip on Alastor never faltered as you felt this undeniable need to be with him, to give yourself to him yet again and explore that now familiar height of pleasure you tasted before.
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The warm glow of the fireplace bathed the room in a soft, flickering light, casting dancing shadows across the walls and floor. Alastor had you on the floor, legs over his shoulders with his arms hooked under your knees to fold you into a deep mating press. You felt his cock go inside you impossibly deeper, his swollen tip bruising your cervix as he pounded into you relentlessly. The crackling of the fire added a soothing rhythm to the charged atmosphere, heightening the senses as you explored each other's bodies with fervent caresses.
Alastor let out a primal groan that had goosebumps appearing all over you skin, his rough thrusts sending electric tingles throughout your body. Those deep brown eyes that poured into yours ignited a fire within you, a need that begged to be satisfied. His lips found their way to your neck, planting soft kisses along the sensitive skin, causing you to shiver with a soft moan slipping past your lips.
You ran your fingers through his hair and down his back, fingernails dragging across his skin to leave marks, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your touch. The desire between you grew with each passing moment, fueled by the undeniable chemistry that crackled in the air.
"Say it again," Alastor demanded, sweat beading down his face as he brought his head up to look into your eyes once again, his thumb tracing the outline of your bottom lip with a blissful smile.
"I love you," You tossed your head back in pleasure, your throat nearly becoming raw from being so loud, your voice echoing throughout the walls of the warehouse, "I love you, A-Alastor..I'm so close, please."
"Good girls beg to cum, my dear." Your lover says, his voice a sweet taunt in your ear as he continues to fuck you into the floor, his balls slapping against you, "So beg."
"Alastor, please-please can I cum?" You begged, your mind going dumb with nothing but the thought of his cock inside you, filling you to the brim and stretching you impossibly wide that it stung, "It feels so good, Alastor, please-! I-!"
"No." His refusal had tears brimming the corner of your eyes, that need within the pit of your stomach only growing, aching to be released as you tried your best to deny it and not succumb to that feeling in the desperate attempt to submit to Alastor.
“Please—? Ah! Al—!”
Alastor could only laugh at your pitiful attempt to speak over the lewd sound of your tight pussy sucking him in greedily. If he couldn’t torture you to death he would surely torture you in other ways. Though the thought of your blood spilling from your pretty throat and soaking his fingers enticed him, he realized that he enjoyed inflicting the sexual torture a tad bit more. There was something about the look on your tear streaked face, mascara running and lipstick smudged, painting you as the perfect sinful masterpiece that he created. The way you were going completely dumb on his cock, getting lost in the feeling of only him as your mind turned to absolute mush from the overwhelming pleasure. You were shaking, writhing beneath him from the overstimulation and yet you still looked up at him with oh so innocent eyes— sweet pure innocence that he wanted to corrupt.
You were young and inexperienced in the matters of the heart, sex— hell, the world. It was going to take someone who was much older, much more experience to show you just how amazing adulthood could be, how pleasure can be felt from the top of your head to the top of your toes and lucky for you, you had a partner that knew the female anatomy all too well. Alastor angled his hips just right, hitting the sweet spot within you relentlessly that had you crying out, eyes rolling back, and toes curling.
“Look at me,” Alastor took ahold of your chin, forcing you to stay present and not get lost in the wonderland of complete euphoria, “That’s it darling, keep looking into my eyes and maybe I’ll reward you, hm?”
“Alastor…” Your voice was becoming a bit hoarse now, voice cracking from the tears you were shedding but a small smile graced your lips despite it all because you knew that this was something you wanted to experience for the rest of your days. To be beneath him, submitting your entire being to the man you love so you wouldn’t have to worry, or some much as think about the outside world because in this moment it was just you two.
“Fuck,” He cursed, feeling himself grow closer to his own release but he ignored it, focusing on you and how your lips were parted, begging Alastor with a soft voice to let you cum, “Let me hear that pretty voice, mon chère.”
"Please, please, please," you quietly begged, feeling another orgasm coming quicker than the last. Alastor watched you intently before he sat up to lick his thumb, bringing it down to rub circles onto your swollen clit. Your hips nearly bucked away from how sensitive you felt, "Alastor!"
"Does that feel good?" Alastor quieted you with a kiss before moving away to take your bottom lip in between his teeth, making you whimper as you felt him bite down, the irony taste of blood filling your mouth, "Be a doll and cum for me."
"Fuck!" You moaned out, feeling yourself clench around his cock just as you came undone.
Alastor quickly followed suit, burying himself inside you to the hilt before painting your walls white. You winced slightly from the feeling of being stuffed so full, your hole practically fluttering around nothing once he pulled out of you. It was strange, feeling his seed drip out of you, it was warm. You yelped just as Alastor brought your sore legs up to your chest again, his fingers making quick work of your freshly fucked out hole as he finger fucked his dripping cum back into you. The sudden primal urge to not let a single drop go to waste taking over Alastor, his eyes nearly black with lust once he takes in the sight of your swollen pussy with a grin that made you shiver.
“I’m s-sore..” Your body still shook from the intense orgasm you just had, “wait—”
“Shh,” Alastor hushed you, the wet sounds coming from your pussy seemingly louder now, “Relax, my dear.”
You whimpered, body tensing as you watched Alastor’s long slender fingers slide in and out of you with ease thanks to the natural lubricant of your arousal and his cum combined. Alastor finger fucked his cum back into you with a wide grin, only stopping when he was satisfied with the sight of your pretty pussy taking all of his cum again
Alastor traced delicate patterns along your inner thigh, his gaze locked on yours as he savored the rise and fall of your chest. "Such a beautiful sight," he murmured, his voice sending shivers down your spine. "I don't take words lightly, especially when they come from someone as captivating as you. Your mind, your body," he trailed kisses up your body, savoring each love mark along your neck, "and your soul—all are mine now."
A whispered affirmation escaped your lips, barely audible but filled with a depth of emotion that mirrored the intensity in Alastor's eyes. As your lips met in a slow, passionate kiss, the world around you faded into the background, leaving only the two of you in a realm of shared desire and longing. His mouth silenced your moans as he deepened the kiss, each touch igniting a fire that consumed you both.
Exhausted yet content, you nestled into Alastor's embrace as he spooned you, his warmth enveloping you like a protective cocoon. The soft glow of the fireplace cast shadows on the walls, creating a tranquil ambiance that matched the peace settling over your spent bodies. Goosebumps danced across your skin as his hand traced gentle paths down your arm, pulling you closer to him.
In that moment, with your head resting against his chest and his heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath your ear, you drifted into a peaceful slumber. Alastor's whispered words—"Rest, my darling. We'll leave in the morning"—were the last echoes you heard before sleep claimed you, cocooning you in a world where love and warmth were the only realities.
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As Alastor lay beside you, the flickering flames of the fireplace began to dim, casting fleeting shadows across the room. Sensing the need for more wood to keep the fire alive, Alastor gently slipped out from under the covers, careful not to disturb your peaceful slumber. Unbeknownst to him, Mr. Ray had been lurking outside the window, his curiosity and fulfilling need to protect you getting the better of him as he watched Alastor's movements.
Silently slipping out into the cold night, Alastor made his way to the woodpile, his breath forming misty clouds in the chilled air. With practiced ease, he picked up the axe, lean muscles flexing as he did so, ready to chop the logs needed to fuel the dying fire. Little did he know that Mr. Ray, hidden in the shadows, had followed him, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity. Mr.Ray had been there long enough to witness the intimate moment you and Alastor shared, drawing his own conclusions about you and what exactly you meant to Alastor. Overall, he saw nothing but a couple being scandalous, your intimacy blanketed by the secrets of the night but there was just something off about Alastor that Mr.Ray couldn't shake and he wanted to find out what.
As Alastor swung the axe, the sound of wood splitting echoed in the quiet night. But it was a small twig under Mr. Ray's foot that betrayed his presence. Alastor's senses instantly sharpened, his instincts alert to the intruder in his domain. With a swift movement, he turned, the axe held firmly in his grasp, a murderous glint flickering in his eyes as he scanned the darkness with a playful grin. The killer had a hunch, a feeling, that something felt off when he brought you back to his place. Of course he thought it was his imagination or the voices in his head playing tricks on him but now he was certain that there was someone lurking in the shadows watching him.
As the twig snapped under Mr. Ray's foot, his heart raced with the realization that he had been discovered. Panic surged through him as he tried to retreat into the darkness, hoping to hide from Alastor's piercing gaze. However, before he could take more than a few steps, he heard the sound of footsteps closing in behind him.
Alastor, quick to react, had already sensed Mr. Ray's attempt to flee. Like a fox hunting a hare, he closed the distance between them in mere moments, his presence looming over Mr. Ray like a menacing shadow. The moonlight cast eerie shadows around them, adding to the suspense of the moment.
Mr. Ray's breath caught in his throat as he felt Alastor's presence right behind him, the cold steel of the axe chillingly close to his back. A shiver ran down his spine as he realized the danger he was in, trapped between the darkness of the night and the looming threat of Alastor.
Alastor's voice sliced through the tense silence, low and threatening. "Trying to sneak away, are we?" His words dripped with a dangerous edge, sending a chill down Mr. Ray's spine.
There was two choices Alastor had to make, he could kill him now or torture him later. Though you were here so that limited him to only one option, which was to kill him now. The murderer didn't mind that because as much as he wanted to drill some information out of him on why he was here, the sudden realization that he had been watching the both of you made a bubbling anger boil within him. He had watched you, in all your naked glory no doubt, and that thought alone made the rage spill over.
In that heart-stopping moment, Alastor raised the axe, the moonlight glinting off its sharp blade as it hovered ominously in the air. Mr. Ray's instincts screamed at him to run, but fear rooted him to the ground, unable to move.
The scene was frozen in time, the only sound being the faint rustle of leaves in the night breeze. With a swift and calculated movement, Alastor brought the axe down, the air splitting with the sound of its descent. That satisfying crunch of a skull crushing made Alastor smile, blood splattering all over his face and bare chest as he brought the axe down again, and again. His eyes, usually calm and collected, now glinted with a manic light as his true, psychotic nature spilled over.
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Feyd Fantasy Part 6
Label Mature 18+
Brazen Baron
Summary
Feyd Rautha has a massive coronation. Excitement fills the air as his people look forward to a better future for the planet improving beyond his uncles reign.
Feyd begins blurring all the lines of his Harkonnen heritage for you. Everything he has been raised to value crumbles when he’s in your presence. You give him everything he never knew he desired and his infatuation for you becomes even deeper. His Lord in waiting takes notice and fears for his sanity and rational thought.
Will his undying love for you make him a great ruler or a passive counterfeit?
⚠️ Hardcore Smut ⚠️
Semi public sex •coercion• Feyd Dom• female restrained for sex•clit play• resisting arousal•FeydSub• Feyd handcuffed for sex • Feyd collared for sex• Feyd crop whipped•multiple ejaculations•Feyd Bj •Feyd violent sex•Feyd forced to orgasm•multiple orgasms•multiple cream pies
Feyd Fantasy Series
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Part 1• Part 2• Part 3• Part 4• Part 5• Part 6•Part 7
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⏳ Extreme Dune Inaccuracies ⌛️ 💝Not for my softies (mentions of violence)
Inspo: ⚔️Multiple anonymous requests combined ⚔️ -Sex against a window -Sex in the throne room -Dom Feyd -Sub Feyd -Feyd wearing a collar -Feyd being handcuffed for sex -Feyd being whipped(with a crop!) -Semi public sex -Feyd graphic BJ -Feyd willing to give up his kingdom for you -Feyd gives up his kink (what?!)
(These requests are 🥵 🔥 )
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Brazen Baron
It is the early morning of Feyd’s coronation. The military begin to fill the Fortress courtyard and allow in the people of Geidi Prime. Feyd feels the new emotion he’s come to favor, he feels elation as he opens his eyes. He can hear the chants of his name from the courtyard fortress just beneath his balcony. He trails his fingertips down your spine until he awakens you.
“Come bathe with me,” he says as you open your eyes.
You smile at him and stretch becoming more alert. You hear the chanting of his name from the courtyard below and quickly sit up “The crowd is cheering for your coronation!” You exclaim, he nods at you with a knowing smile.
You both hasten to wash your faces and cleanse your mouths before entering the decontamination chamber. He hugs you facing him as you stand together in the glowing green circle on the floor. It scans both of your bodies and a ring descends from above surrounding you both.
Starting at your feet it sprays rows of water and antimicrobial soap combined all the way to your neck stopping at Feyds shoulders. You both laugh at the height difference. He lathers the soap on his bare shoulders before taking his soapy hands and playfully pulling your face to kiss him.
His lips are so plush and soft you let him take over. He kisses you sensually as the ring sprays water around you both rinsing all of the soap from your bodies. When the chamber fills with hot air drying you off Feyd finally breaks the kiss.
He drops to his knees in worship of you. Holding your hips firm he presses his lips to your soft skin. He trails hot kisses from your navel all the way down to your pussy.
He is interrupted by a sudden sharp knock at his door. Feyd quickly stands and gets two robes placing one on you and then himself. You remain by the bed as he answers.
It is Feyds Lord in Waiting with several servants.
“Honor to you on Coronation Day Baron Feyd Rautha,” he says bowing. ”Here are the trusted servants that will help with your preparations for today,” several servants enter and begin attending to you both without hesitation.
They take Feyd to one side of the room and bring you to the basin room closing the door. You see the seamstress among the group holding a beautiful gown black gown. She presents it to you.
The dress is traditional Harkonnen black; floor length made of is a thin fabric covered in thousands of tiny black Giedi Prime crystals. It is one shouldered with a sheer cape and a slit. As you run the breathable fabric through your fingers you find the design fascinating.
“You will look marvelous in this today as you do in all of my creations.” She says pleasantly. The servants remove your robe at your shoulders stripping you bare, you cover yourself feeling immodest. The seamstress shoos them away and personally hands you your undergarments to put on for yourself.
The panties are a sheer black sheer shimmering fabric. They are so tiny when you pull them on. They expose your cheeks and you blush looking back in the mirror “Is this correct?” You ask the seamstress shyly.
“Ah yes, so the dreaded lines do not show yet you covered beneath, Baroness,” she says reassuringly.
The servants bring in a chair for you to sit. They begin tugging at your hair, slicking it back and pinning it with black Harkonnen treasury gemstones. Another servant begins preparing your face by applying pigmented colors to enhance your natural beauty. There is a knock at the door and a final servant brings you a plated meal to eat as the servants work around you.
After what seems like hours you are finally fitted into your dress. You turn and look in the mirror feeling so regal and confident. You smile, looking yourself over. The dark eye makeup and rouge lip enhancing your sultry, Harkonnen look. You nod feeling ready and they slide the doors open to the main chamber.
You see him first. Feyd is calm and collected wearing an all black royal leather coat over a high neck black top. His signet ring is on his pinky finger and the ascension stones of the Baron rest around his neck. He carry’s two weapons sheathed at his hip, a white short blade, and a black long sword. From your readings on his heritage you understand the black represents purity while the white represents poison.
They will present him with his Baron medallion on stage in-front of the populace, though he has already been instated to wear it. He finally looks over to you with a heavy blink of disbelief that makes you giggle.
You’ve actually never seen him so shocked about anything. A smile plays on his lips, knowing instantly that he has to have you in that dress. He is already calculating a way to be alone with you and have his way with your body before the ceremony even begins.
The Lord in Waiting claps his hands making the servants stop everything. “Lord Feyd Rautha shall we proceed to the Shrine room?“ he inquires.
Feyd nods to the Lord in Waiting and takes your arm exiting his chamber together. His advisors and page are waiting just outside to follow him in procession. You walk through the halls until you reach a set of grandiose stairs that lead to the top center front of the fortress. The highest tower, the Holy Shrine room.
Feyd releases your arm and eyes his page who immediately takes you to a separate area. Only men are permitted to enter the Shrine. The Page finds a bench for you to rest as you wait for Feyd to complete his ancestral duties.
Once they have ascended the stairs and enter the Holy Shrine, his twelve advisors gather around Feyd and kneel with their foreheads on the floor to him. The triangular room has two angled front walls completely made of glass which overlook the fortress courtyard far below.
The back wall is covered in shelves of relics and holy items. In the center of the room on a flat raised triangle platform is the sacred Harkonnen stone.
Centuries old, it is engraved with the first known instance of the Harkonnen crest. The name of every Baron and his reigning years are etched into its black reflective surface. The twelve advisors rise back to standing and leave his presence to allow him to speak with his ancestors.
Feyd is immediately drawn to the stone. Compelled to kneel down in front of it, his curiosity takes hold as he looks over all of the names etched into its jagged peaks. He passes over his uncle Vladimirs before finding his grandfather’s, Dmitri Harkonnen. He touches the stone tracing his finger along the letters of his name.
As if by force Feyd’s mind settles on a district memory he had locked away. It floods his mind entirely.
His brother Rabban returned to their home planet of Lankerville as a young man in command of Harkonnen troops. Rabban was under complete control of his uncle the Baron Vladimir by this time. He was there to prove his undying loyalty.
Their father was the governor of the planet and had not paid its taxes, instead defying the Baron and using the money to help the poor. When their father tried to explain the reasoning for his actions, Rabban flew into a blind rage over his disobedience to the Baron and strangled their own father, Abulard Rabban, to death.
Feyd releases his finger from the stone feeling the course of evil run through his body. He realizes his entire family is corrupt and his very blood has been poisoned with murder and greed for centuries. Including his own unspeakable atrocities.
He unsheathes his swords crossing them in an X. With his arms out stretched he bows his head and salutes them in the way of the sun and the old manner. He replaces them back into their holsters and rises up understanding what he is and what he has descended from.
Sacred
You look up when Feyds twelve advisors and his Lord in Waiting walk past you to take their places at the ceremony in the courtyard. They eye you warily. Feyd Rautha would not dare bring a female into the Holy Shrine. Though they see you have captivated him they believe he would never bring such terrible omen over his reign as Baron.
Feyd steps out of the Shrine and calls down to his Page, “Bring her to me,” he commands. The Pages eyes widen in shock, knowing what Feyd is asking, but does as he’s told. He finds you where he left you seated. “My Lord Feyd Rautha requests your presence at this time,” he says in fear.
You walk down the corridor to the stairs. Feyd steps down to collect you, helping you advance each step until you reach the top. He opens the shrine doors and you enter together as he seals it shut. His Page falls to the floor chanting forgiveness over his Barons sacrilege.
The Shrine is beautiful inside the walls and floors are completely black, reflective and slick like oil. A large jagged black stone etched in names rests on a white raised triangular shaped platform in the center of the room.
As you look more intently at the stone an uneasiness forms in your mind and you know you should not be in this place. You turn to Feyd to leave but he is standing in front of several skulls lined up in a showcase. He stares at them with a fierce intensity
He finally looks to you, gesturing you to come. As you approach him you glance over all the rows of ancient stones, knives, relics, gemstones and artifacts displayed in the shelving of the hallowed walls.
When you are beside him he points to a skull “The remnants of Leto Atreides, Duke of the greatest enemy of the Harkonnens for centuries. I thought I would feel it a great honor to see this and the skull of his son Paul missing beside it, but instead I feel nothing. The hatred is long gone once they are vanquished. I see now that only bones are what remain.”
You have no word for him as you watch how he gazes into the empty eye sockets of what once was the Atreides Duke. The growing chants of the large crowd below finally reach the shrine room drawing you both to the front glass windows. As you peer down, you realize just how high up you are.
There are rows and rows, of thousands of soldiers surrounding a square stage with the Harkonnen crest.
Feyd seeing the anxiety forming on your face removes his blade scabbard placing it on an ottoman. He wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You place your hands on his as he presses his face to yours. He calms your rising nerves caressing your hands with his thumbs as you stare into a crowd so large.
He finds something familiar to distract you and points.
“Look there are my advisors and the Lord in Waiting and look at Rabban!” He laughs seeing his brothers face full of pride at the base of the stage waiting for him.
He presses a kiss to your temple seeing a smile form across your lips. You are everything to him he would forgo all of this if you asked him to. Instead you encourage his lust for power at every instance.
“Feyd look there at the fortress gates, see how your people call for you.” He looks into the large crowd of people being held back by rows of guards. They chant and scream for him. You look over your shoulder at him. “Are you nervous?” You ask, feeling the weight second hand.
He presses a kiss to your cheek. “I was raised to do this I feel nothing but honor.” His hands trail your bodice as an idea returns to his mind. He’s going to fuck you, here, in the shrine room over looking everyone gathered for his coronation.
You start to feel his kisses lower onto your neck, gently at first until he begins licking and sucking against your throat raising love marks.
He can’t get enough of you. Even now in this, the Holiest Shrine of his ancestors. He wants to defile you in every way. He desires you more than anything his planet has to offer. You feel his lips form a wicked grin against your neck.
He quickly hoists your gown up exposing your lower half and presses your chest to the glass. His right hand moves to your core pressing his fingers onto your clothed clit.
You gasp at the feeling and try to remove his hand. The sacrilege of having sex in a shrine room above hundreds of thousands terrifies you.
Feyd grabs both of your wrists pinning them behind your back preventing you from taking away his pleasure.
He resumes rubbing deeply against the fabric covering your pussy. "Feyd, there are thousands of people below, someone will see us! This room is scared you will be committing sacrilege!" You pant, becoming weak with anxiety trying to make him rationalize.
You pull your wrists in his grip trying to break free but it is impossible. He is twice as strong and easily keeps your hands pinned to your back. Your struggling excites him and you feel his erect cock press against the back of your bare thigh. You know he is going to overtake you and have his way.
He lowly rasps in your ear "Don't worry they can't see us.....but I wouldn't mind fucking you infront of thousands just so everyone knows who you belong to as you make those pretty sounds for me.” His words make you weak.
He pulls your panties to the side that cling because you are so wet. He pushes his two fingers deeply into you, all the way to his knuckles, you gasp in pleasure.
He begins pulling them in and out against your tight walls massaging you internally. The exact sounds that he likes, that drive him feral, fall from your lips. It makes his cock twitch in anticipation.
“Just like that Baroness, keep making those pretty sounds for me,“ he rasps as he kisses up your neck with wild fervor. He fingers you faster and harder until your moans are unending. His knuckles wetly smack against your folds as you come undone from pure anxiety and arousal. You orgasm on his fingers soaking through your panties and trembling as you come down from the euphoric release.
You feel the way he still grips your wrists tightly in his strong hand. He has you trapped. He hasn’t yet desecrated you in the Holy Shrine room, there is still time to stop him.
He slips his fingers from your entrance and you twist your wrists hard to escape. He only holds a tighter grip and presses your chest back to the glass. He takes a step back and sucks your arousal from his fingers. “Feyd please,” you beg, “I have read the books on your ancient ways, what we are doing is a bad omen, please.”
The sound of your thin panties being ripped from your body renders you senseless. You are like a piece of porcelain to him. He could easily break you if he wanted, tear you into pieces while he fucks you in this shrine, but he won't. He loves you, even if he doesn't show it with words but proves it with actions.
He presses his fingers into your wet folds and you squirm as he starts to rub his fingers through them. He wants to make you impossibly wetter, preparing you for his cock. Your resolve grows weaker when he reaches between your legs and swirls his fingertips around your now swollen clit. Your mind goes empty, unable to form a thought. He takes control and you give in to him completely.
Feyd feels you stop resisting and accept his touch. He savors the fact he’s dominated you into submission. Now he wants to taunt you into an orgasm and completely break your mind to his will. “You are like a pleasure slave Baroness letting me fuck you against a window in the Holy Shrine.” He pinches your clit as punishment making you moan as you arch your back.
He smiles as he unclasps and frees his pale cock.
He slips his pink, throbbing tip up and down through your soaked folds, coating it in your arousal to ease his penetration. “You are practically dripping Baroness. Who knew you were such a concubine to please my cock” he says mockingly. You let out a small whimper of shame.
He gets aroused with how easily he can break you with just his words, your body is primed for him. He holds you steady with his free hand on your waist and thrusts into you burying deep all the way until his hips press your thighs. You moan loudly from the penetration of his cock and he begins to fuck you hard against the glass window.
He pulls your wrists back towards him and the leverage allows him to plow even deeper. You look out of the window into the dizzying crowd your moans unending as he thrusts in and out of you as your vision goes fuzzy. You are going into shock mentally and physically. Feyd is so insatiable for you he no longer has rational thought. You don’t understand why he has to have sex here of all places, he is cursing himself.
He thrusts into you feeling limitless. He has defiled you on the sacred meeting hall table, in the pools of purity, and now the Holiest Shrine. He is elated, fucking into you with wild abandon. His hips clapping into you until they stutter.
He cums powerfully, thrusting harder until the heat of his seed fills your core and you both moan. He frees your hands to take hold of your waist pulling his hips back until his heavy cock slips out of you. He is elated and gasping as he puts his cock away with a smile.
You slide your dress down your hips and collect your panties as he fastens his sword scabbard onto his trim waist. He turns you to him and pulls you close. His breathing is labored as he kisses you.
He extends his hand for the panties you hold in yours “Give them to me I want them during the ceremony” he demands. You shyly hand them to him smiling in amusement as he tucks them in his inner breast pocket.
The sound of the crowd is growing even louder. “Come” he says excitedly taking your hand he knows it is time for him to begin the ceremony
The Lord in waiting returns to collect Feyd, he is taking longer than expected and the crowd is at a fever pitch. He sees you with Feyd who is smiling. Feyd plants a kiss on your lips as you walk away together from the stairs at the base of the shrine.
“What have you done!” The Lord in Waiting yells and falls to his knees saluting in the way of the old mannor. He is shocked beyond belief knowing Feyd Rautha has already allowed you into the Holy Shrine.
The Lord in Waiting feels the rising bitterness of disappointment putting his faith in what he thought was such a promising young Baron. He rises as Feyd Rautha approaches with you holding his arm. “My Baron! Do you not realize the grave mistake you have just made? And on your coronation day! A female in the shrine room!….” His disgust and loathing apparent as he says the word ‘female.”’staring you down. He sees his Barons lust for you has completely contaminated his mind.
Feyd takes his attention back. “Get to the stage and present the Baron Medallion. My bloodline is already cursed enough it can not be made worse.” He snaps.
The Lord in waiting is stunned by his Baron’s callous insolence. One moment rallying his council with honor and tradition the next defiling their very belief system. He realizes Feyd Rautha cares for his own interests above all.
The Lord in Waiting watches as you pass him with Feyd. Your garments swish as you walk seductively, holding Feyd’s arm. Your chin is lifted in complete confidence. He understands then that Feyd Rautha never broke you, but that it is the other way around. The late Baron Vladimir was right all along you are corrupting Feyd Rautha to his very core.
He can tell no one of this matter until they replace him. Even then it will be sealed by his lips. No one can know that a female holds any sort of power over a ruling Harkonnen.
Baron Feyd Rauthas Coronation
Feyd Rautha walks the long procession to the center stage lined by rows and rows of his massive army. The crowd cheers in jubilation as he nears the platform. Feyds hands are clasped behind his back. He nods to his brother, Rabban, and ascends to the podium.
The crowd erupts into raucous adulation at seeing their new, young and strong leader. Feyd stands center stage and unsheathes his sword, raising it to the air.
They all begin to chant his name in unison. The Lord in Waiting approaches Feyd with an advisor holding a black chest. Feyd sheaths his sword as the advisor hinges it open. Inside rests the silver Baron medallion bearing the Harkonnen crest.
The Lord in Waiting, unable to meet his new Baron’s strong gaze, brings the medallion to Feyd Rautha’s chest, pinning it in place. He steps back as he and the advisors bow in reverence. All of the soldiers cross their hands over their chests in an X then raise them above their heads in a salute. They pledge their undying loyalty to their new Baron. Fireworks begin erupting across the sky all over the capital as the crowd erupts into wild cheers.
You watch him from afar in adulation. Females are not allowed anywhere near the coronation space. You view his ceremony from a court balcony using binoculars. You sit with the wives of other delegates and interplanetary leaders.
As you see all of the power he commands you cannot help but be aroused by him. Knowing your panties are tucked in his breast pocket because he wanted you on that stage makes you bite your lip trying to contain your lust. You desire him greatly.
You cannot wait to spoil him with the depravity he craves tonight. You wonder if all men of power have this strange complex. God, commanding and powerful on the outside, submissive to be tortured on the inside.
Feyd yearns to be hurt; he loves pain. Tonight you want to hear him beg for mercy. You want to hear him say the words to make the pain stop as he yells ‘red door’ in his greatest moment of agony.
Bene Gesserit
You awaken in the morning and stretch as the room fills with early light. Feyd’s celebration lasted well into the night with lively entertainment and festivities. Your clothing is strewn across the room; wrist restraints are at the foot of the bed.
You look over to Feyd and see he’s still wearing a leather collar with a leash. You smile as you watch him peacefully sleeping. He is always up before you which means you successfully exhausted him.
Wearing the collar makes him look sexually submissive. As he swallows his throat presses against the leather strap, it must be uncomfortable.
You straddle his abs and begin to release the buckle to free his neck. He grabs your wrist with his eyes closed “leave it on” he commands. You just pinch his chin and release the buckle freeing him of the restraint.
You climb off of him to begin getting dressed. “Where are you going?” he reaches his hand to pull you back into bed but you elude him. He sits up and throws back the sheet exposing his injured thighs as he rests on the edge of the bed.
It makes your stomach pull tight in regret as you kneel down and soothe his wounds. You plant a kiss next to each one. His marks are red with dried blood.
You remember exactly how he was injured:
During the coronation party you asked him back to his chambers. You had a naughty look in your eye that he couldn’t resist. He eagerly followed you, leaving his own celebration as Baron.
As soon as you entered his chamber, he tried to claim you. But you pushed him back and commanded him to strip. When he was naked you picked up a leather braided riding crop from the sex toy table. You commanded him to sit pointing the crop to a chair placed at the foot of the bed.
He rested back against the chair as he stared at you spreading his legs wide to tantalize you with his free standing cock. Your eyes were transfixed until you remembered your task. You collected the interlocking links and approached him. “Restrain yourself. I don’t trust you know how to behave, Feyd Rautha” you commanded him with a smile.
He smiled back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You quickly handed him the interlocking links, keeping your distance so he couldn’t overpower you. He obediently cuffed his hands behind his back.
You stripped bare and his eyes lidded in attraction for you. As you came to stand between his parted legs you kneeled down and began to suck his cock. He gasped as you instantly satisfied his desire and enjoyed being restrained as you pleased him.
You released his cock from your mouth before he came. You stood and leaned in to kiss him and he tasted himself on your tongue. You leaned up with your breasts directly in his face. He tried to reach and lick your nipple into his mouth, but you took a step back.
You chastised him for misbehaving and he grinned. “I will collar you now because you are so unwilling to behave, Feyd,” you said with a mocked angry tone. His eyes tried to follow your movements as you walked past him to his kink closet, You picked out the largest of four collars.
You straddled his lap trapping his cock between your navals and placed the collar on him. He groaned when you pulled the leather tight. It suited him well.
As you stepped back from him with the leash in your hand he sexily glared up at you. While wearing the collar with his hands restrained he was unable to overtake you. But his lustful thoughts of the ways he wanted destroy you radiated from his eyes. Your arousal increased and you become wetter.
The urge to ride him then almost over took your mind. But instead you calmed your lust and tortured him first, knowing what he liked. You made him try and lick your nipple in front of his face again, this time pulling the leash taunt choking him back as he tried.
Each time he failed you hurled insults at him. “How can a man so powerful be so weak,” was the one that softened the ferocity in his eyes.
Once you broke him down mentally you began the physical. You lightly snapped the riding crop against his most vulnerable spots. Between his shoulder blades, across his abs, but the thighs were his favorite. That elicited the most depraved groans from his throat.
You repeatedly snapped the riding crop to either side of his inner thighs until they were blistering red. “More!” he growled at you. He yearned to be injured. But seeing his thighs begin to bleed you refused.
You had even more torture in store but a spark of sadness and even pity welled up in you. He was so sexually depraved and you didn’t have the will to hurt him any more. He was just too beautiful to mutilate any further. You stood between his parted legs as he stared up at you with his striking blue eyes pleading for more.
You caressed his temple, probing to see if instead of calming energy you could use your own prana nervature to induce pain without harming his perfect body. You wanted to give him what he desired even if it meant excruciating agony.
As you sent the energy into his mind he winced and then his face slowly changed from discomfort to torment. His brows knitted as his jaw slacked. All the muscles began to show prominently across his body as he tried to adjust from the pain.
His cock became so hard the tip turned from pink to red. His breaths began shuddering and his body tensed as if he were having an orgasm. When you increased the pain even more he began leaking precum. He deeply groaned though his clenched teeth in pleasure.
You couldn’t help yourself as you climbed on his lap and impaled yourself down on his painfully hard cock. You kept your fingertips pressed to his temple and used him mercilessly for your own pleasure, riding his cock while delving out the worst pain imaginable into his mind. He came twice, one ejaculation right after the other. “You’re … a ….Bene Gesserit!“ he finally said through clenched teeth as he struggled.
He gasped as you intensified his pain even more. He came a third time, but had little semen left to give as you orgasmed.
He was trembling and his eyes were welling with tears. He gritted his teeth until they clicked. He was withstanding pain that was beyond human capacity to endure.
“Tell me you’ve had enough Feyd.” you whispered against his ear.
You knew it was time to withdraw, but he wouldn’t say the words. You increased the intensity of the pain to its strongest.
His mouth fell open as he strained, seemingly unable to breathe. He gasped as if he couldn’t enough get air into his lungs.
He was struggling almost unable to even say the words as he used the last of his strength to yell “Red….Door!” to make it all stop.
You released him from the pain instantly and he fell forward gasping against your chest as his warm tears leaked on your breast.
He was shuddering as he looked up to you with his wrecked out eyes and tear streaked face. He tried to say words but he couldn’t form a single one. You rendered him dumb from the intensity of so much pain. He must’ve felt like he met his death.
With his energy fading and his inability to speak, he rested his head back to your chest. His eyes were closing in exhaustion having had his deepest yearning fulfilled. When you caressed his face, he had recoiled in fear before allowing your soothing touch. You smiled at him then nothing would ever compare.
Now, he looks at you with worshipful eyes, knowing in an instant you can inflict upon him such painful agony. You stand after checking his wounds and he quickly pulls you to him as he sits on the edge of the bed.
He plants kisses between your breasts at your heart, inhaling your scent rubbing his face against you.
He is obsessed, craving anything you will give him. He trails his hands down your curves. He knows he should get dressed but he can’t break himself away from you.
There is a sudden knock at the door and it fills him with rage to be so interrupted. He has so many unanswered questions for you. Questions that are only second to the desire to bed you before he leaves.
“Feyd I will be here later, you are Baron now your people need you,” you smile at his neediness and caress your hand over his head into his neck.
He feels the honor of now ruling several planets, but you are his main desire. He closes his eyes as he plants more kisses between your breasts with every intention to fulfill his need.
His page, relays the message through the door “m’Lord, the spice harvesters are being destroyed in an orchestrated attack on Arrakis. You are needed to address these urgent matters in the strategy hall at once.”
You turn from Feyd as he growls. You quickly get dressed, sensing he will bed you if you stay close to him in this confined space any longer. The hunger in his hypnotic blue eyes is too desperate. You leave his chambers without even saying goodbye. He is psychotic and sexually vulnerable, you need him to focus and be a great leader for the future heir you carry in your womb.
War on Arrakis
After several hours Feyd’s page finally locates you in the medical wing. He comes scrambling in as you are speaking with your Doulah. “M’lady the Baron requests your presence in the throne room at once,” he says out of breath. He had been searching everywhere for you in the fortress to appease his angered Baron.
Feyd Rautha had been crazed in the strategy hall during the morning meeting. With his advisors and military strategists present he flew into a rage. He received confirmation from his brother back on Arrakis there was indeed a rebel leader named Muad’Dib, with an enormous army of Fremen hiding in the desert.
Rabban, wanting to impress his brother as the new Baron trailed the Fremen who had destroyed the spice harvesters. His ornithopter was loaded with several soldiers, as they tracked the Fremen into the nearest rock formation.
As he landed, a small sand storm had begun. He exited the craft with his men and they were ambushed in the low visibility. The Fremen attacked the Harkonnen soldiers with inherent skill for desert combat.
Rabban locked eyes with their leader and knew him to be this Mua’dib as his men followed at a pace behind him. Fear struck him seeing all his men had already been defeated.
Rabban fled back to the ornithopter and a lone Fremen jumped in after him. He was able to dispatch the Fremen, who was hurled from the ornithopter falling to his death. Rabban escaped, nearly losing his life.
Feyd immediately ordered an annihilation raid on Arrakis to bomb its inhabitants into the ground. He wanted the skull of Muad’Dib as a trophy in his shrine. He made arrangements for interspace travel with you and his militia to Arrakis the following day. He planned to rid the planet of the insurgents for good. Finally increasing the Harkonnen spice profits exponentially.
The Throne Room
You are unaware of Feyds mental state but can sense from his page that he is angry. When you arrive at the throne room, you stare in awe at the large golden doors. A mural of the history of Giedi Prime is engraved upon them.
The guards part the golden doors and you enter the cavernous room. It is bare of all decorations. Everything from the floor to the extremely high ceiling is matte black. Six enormous pillars line each side of the room showcasing the throne in the center with Feyd upon it. Several steps lead up to his platform.
He is stoic and regal in his new garments but his eyes are on fire for you. Once the doors are closed behind you he beckons you to come up to him.
You hold the hem of your gown and climb the steps stopping at the last one before you enter the sacred space of his ruling platform “Am I allowed to approach, Baron Feyd Rautha? “ You ask in a sweet tone as you bow.
“Come and kneel at my feet,” he commands. You approach slowly and kneel before him with your head lowered. His sexual energy already charges the space.
Your stomach pulls tight in anticipation of what he will do to you after the way you left his presence in the morning. His hand reaches for you and he softly touches under your chin, tilting your face up.
He is enamored when you look up to him, your face is so beautiful and kind. He summoned you to discuss your loyalty to the Bene Gesserit, but looking into your resolute eyes he fears your response.
He decides to use you for pleasure to ease his stress instead.
His hand slips behind your neck pulling you between his open thighs to his crotch. Your face flushes as heat radiates in your core from the close proximity. “Do you know how much I desired you this morning?” he asks, making you look up into his eyes, “how much I desire you even now?”
Just being in your presence he can no longer contain his urges. He takes your hands one at a time placing them on each of his thighs. “Open your mouth for your Baron” he commands and you obey his wishes.
He unclasps his pants, freeing his thick erect cock. It slaps against his covered abs before he holds the base steadying it straight. “I want you to hold my thighs and suck my cock until you can no longer breathe. Only when you squeeze my thighs will I release you to recover.” You slowly nod with your mouth open. He takes the back of your head and forces your mouth down his length.
He groans as his cock enters your mouth and fills all the way to your throat space. You can not reach his base and as you try your drool pools down his shaft.
He feels the saliva coating his cock and tilts his head back enjoying it. “You like the taste of my cock don’t you Baroness, wait until you drink my cum”, he says hand gripping your hair forcing you up and down on his erect length. Your mouth feels so good on him the room begins to fill with his breathier moans.
He releases your hair from his grasp, getting lost in the pleasure of your inherent skill. You continue to suck him, starting to move faster while the vibrations of your whimpers make his cock twitch.
"That's it don't stop" he rasps, grabbing hold of your hair again.
He forces your mouth up and down on his length as he thrusts his hips. You nearly gag and are tempted to beg for release until you hear his deep moans of pleasure that instantly soak your pussy. You keep your hands still and relax your throat to endure more for his pleasure.
You turn your gaze up to him, looking through your wet eyelashes, pleading for some kind of friction in your now aching core. You remove your hand from his thigh and begin to pleasure yourself.
His eyes open when he no longer feels the warmth there. He looks down and watches how you slowly move your hand between your legs, pleasing yourself as you moan and suck his cock. It nearly makes him ejaculate.
"I’m going to make you …-take all of my cock ….- down your throat when I cum” His raspy voice floods your ears while he makes the pace more violent.
Unable to breathe, you quickly bring your hand from your clit and start to squeeze his thighs.
The pain of you squeezing his injuries arouses him even more. He continues his pace until he feels your fists pounding against his thighs snapping him out of his pleasure.
He instantly releases you. As his cock glides out of your mouth it slaps against his covered abs. You pant, chest heaving to regain air quickly to your lungs.
You stare at his prominent wet cock, covered in your saliva. His tip has turned red, the veins throb visibly on his shaft and core pulses as your pupils expand in arousal . You must have him inside of you.
He leans back against his throne, breathing heavily and removes his shirt, tossing it aside. His body is covered in a light sheen, you watch the way the sweat trails from his neck onto his porcelain abs.
He regains control over his lungs and stands removing the remaining clothing from his lower half. He rests back on the throne completely naked with his cock standing erect. He pats his lap smiling beckoning you to come.
You remove your gown and slip out of your panties eagerly climbing on top of him. You place your knees on either side of his waist. He looks up at you enraptured finally able to reclaim you. His hands trail down to grip your waist. He pulls you forward and lowers you down on his cock. You both moan as he penetrates and settles you to the base.
He watches as you lean back and grab his sore thighs squeezing them and making him gasp as you ride him, your face is in pure bliss.
Feeling the mild pain you inflict squeezing his thighs as you ride him flashes his mind back to the previous night. His breathing increases remembering how, with just a touch, you can give him the most intense pain he will ever endure in his lifetime.
His hand is trembling in anticipation as he pulls your wrist up to press your finger tips against his temple.You sit up placing your other hand on his shoulder as you continue to ride him.
You transfer him a low level of pain, you don't want him to cum yet.
His stamina decreases as he rests back feeling the intense effects of his body adjusting to pleasure and pain simultaneously.
You moan as his cock swells even harder inside of you. He is motionless as you take over riding him. Your passion increasing as your eyes close using him to your satisfaction.
You release the pain from him overwhelmed with the way his cock pleasures your walls. You grab a hold of his shoulders and lean in to devour his mouth. He pulls you into an even deeper kiss with his hand holding the nape of your neck.
He regains the ability to work his cock and thrusts into you hitting the exact place inside of you that has you calling out his name each time.
He slows his pace to a stop and delays your orgasm. He has to know the truth “ Bene Gesserit or my Baroness” he ask’s breathlessly testing your loyalty to the order.
He has been warned of your kind by his uncle. ‘Sperm harvesting witches who infiltrate the great houses to deceive and twist fate for their own benefit.’
But as he gazes upon you with worshipful eyes he knows this can not be true. He has fallen madly for you.
You know the truth as you stare back into his hypnotic blue eyes. Though you were sent to secure his genetics and bind his mind you have already betrayed your sisterhood. You have fallen in love with him.
“I am your Baroness” you confess
Your answer satisfies him completely and he pulls you back to him in a passionate kiss
He begins to increase his pace as he holds you to him placing his hand on his throne for leverage. He works his cock with his hips and thighs to thrust in you with everything he has to give.
You ride him in rhythm until you are both moaning in tandem on the verge of orgasms. You lean forward and press your mouth on his with a kiss as you press your fingers on his temple and elicit his mind with agonizing pain. His abs tense and he lets out a sound of anguished pleasure as he instantly cums.
Arrakis
At day break you and Feyd load into a Harkonnen warship. Inside it is decorated luxuriously with every amenity possible. The long craft is like a palace in space. The interior designed with gold and black furnishings decorated throughout. The exterior is disguised to blend with the rest of the armada.
You are going to travel through space to his other planet Arrakis. Feyd has started a war there and vowed to completely annihilate his newfound enemies, the Fremen before they become too powerful.
You ascend from the capital of Giedi Prime looking out of the floor to ceiling windows as the gray planet gets smaller and smaller until the ship launches to a speed that the windows only show black. You are traveling within his armada of fifty warships.
Feyd kisses your hand and holds it with his as he rests back on the sofa. You are both relaxing in the ornate lounge room. He smiles at you he couldn’t bear to leave you on Geidi Prime. He’ll have trusted Harkonnen assassins protect you heavily at his Arrakeen palace. Your saftey with his unborn is paramount.
He can’t wait to see the destruction and chaos that his brother Rabban has already made in his wake. Feyd wants to wet his blades with blood in a battle. Slicing freemen limb from limb excites him.
He believes he has found a secret way to release his bloodlust seeing you only allow him to kill if it enhances his reign. He strokes your chin to look at him so he can gaze into your eyes. You plant as kiss on his lips and he smiles. He caresses his thumb along your jaw as he stares at your lips. He wants to fuck you in the master suite of the spacecraft.
A servant politely knocks before stepping into the lounge gently announcing breakfast will be served in the dining room. You will be traveling through trans light speed on the ship for a full day to reach Arrakis.
To be continued …
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you know those subs w a reputation??
like a teacher or smth where they're usually in a position of authority, but then they meet you. they're stumbling over their words and failing miserably to hide their blush while grasping at straws to hold onto that authority they're so used to.
THOSE MAKE ME SO DOWN BAD!! they can handle any situation and hold their ground, but the second you walk into the room, they're practically whimpering already. SMASHES MY WALL. FUCK THATS SO CUTE BRO.
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TOO WEAK 4 ME. | RAMBLES
warnings: sexual content!!
I have an INKLING of suspicion of who you are BUT I won't question it...
sub strict professor who’s well-known for a striking appearance, exuding a commanding presence and professionalism. He is a gentleman who consistently maintains a professional demeanor, having such seriousness in his work that others find it challenging to speak to him. Yet despite his aloofness, or perhaps because of it, he remains an object of desire—and maybe intensifying the longing for his affection.
sub strict professor who KNOWS many, many people find him attractive. He’s lost count of how many times people have confessed to him, the countless chocolates, teddy bears, and love letters that pile up his desk whenever an event like valentines happen. In the end, he doesn’t pay much mind to the gifts other than the letters; he usually gives the chocolate and teddy bears to charities and reads some of the love letters out of curiosity. A man so used to being squealed over gazed with the love-filled (yet lustful) eyes of his students and colleagues alike.
sub strict professor who was attending a formal party, a friendly gathering he thought was tiresome. He became increasingly irritated, his gaze fixed on an older professor shamelessly flirting with him. Swearing under his breath, he readies to excuse himself from the tedious interaction. However, his name was called out by a colleague, and rather than looking at the colleague, his eyes flickered only to land on you. And oh god, did his knees feel weak, his palms growing sweaty, and his heart raced so loudly he feared it would betray his composure.
sub strict professor who clings desperately to his dignity, exerting every ounce of effort to maintain his professional demeanor. He clutches onto the tattered remains of his authority, recalling a time when he stood firm even under pressure, basking in the admiration and longing gazes of those around him. Oh, how he missed the days when his mere presence commanded silence, causing others to either grow silent or stumble over their words. And yet, whenever it comes to you? All that professionalism and composure of his gets thrown out of the window. He becomes just like them.
sub strict professor who couldn’t stop thinking about ever since that day, whenever he finds himself in an interaction with you, it always ends with him having a flustered face. As the days pass and he continues meeting you, coincidental meetings turn into pleasant conversations. He couldn’t stop it—countless times he recalls your attractive features, countless times he finds himself flustered by you, countless times he bucked his hips into his hands to the thought of you. He felt a faint sense of guilt, yet the pleasure was undeniable.
sub strict professor who ends up in a drunken make-out session with you after you two had met in a bar by chance. He felt like nothing else made sense, only thinking about what’s happening right now. The kisses grew more fervent as seconds flew past, fueled by the deep-seated hunger that had been fuming for too long. His hands trace the contours of your face, feeling your seemingly perfect features under his fingertips. The heat intensifies with every stolen breath, every movement eliciting a pleasurable shudder from him. Letting out wanton moans, he loses himself from the feeling of your intertwined tongues exploring every inch of each other’s mouths. He felt himself gaining goosebumps from the sensation of your hands exploring his body, caressing and fondling.
sub strict professor who can't forgive himself after that day. The sinful desires that burned throughout the whole night engulfed his entire apartment; the persistent memories flooded his mind. He tries his best to forget that night… but the way your hands handled him with such gentleness then turned to roughness as the night continued. Every time he looked at his kitchen counter, he remembered you lapping at his insides—so hungrily yet so drunkenly. He shakes his head in embarrassment at the thought until his eyes land on his couch, and he can vividly remember the sensations he felt, his face being pushed down onto the plush material, the uncomfortable feeling of his legs being pushed down from your weight, the feeling of his walls being violated over and over again. Fuck, he’s thinking about you again.
sub strict professor who tries to avoid you. He always leaves the room (if able to) whenever you enter, excusing himself from conversations whenever you suddenly appear, glancing at everything but you. It was clear that he was yet nobody else noticed, noting it as his usual disinterest but you noticed. And then you confronted him by looming over him at his desk, effectively trapping him onto his seat in the empty staffroom.
sub strict professor being pulled into the janitor’s closet. His beautifully flushed face had clear tear stains, both old and new, accompanied with drool coming from the corner of his mouth. His hand tightly clamp around his mouth, trying his best to not make any sound as you eat him out. Your tongue skillfully exploring at his insides, his thighs quivering. His felt himself sweating excessively from the heat of the small closet and this scenario. Truth be told, he felt himself get harder at the thought of being caught in such a scandalous position with you. He lets out inaudible gasps and whines, almost letting out a loud moan from time to time. His head was so hazy and he couldn’t procure any thoughts, like a dumb whore. When you were done, he was EXHAUSTED yet he remembered how possessive your voice became when you boldly stated he was yours. He got a hard again, oopsie.
sub strict professor who, needless to say, starts quietly whimpering whenever you’re in the room with him. His eyes downcasted in a submissive attitude, yet he slightly becomes a little provocative with his every action. He gazes at you as if asking for your validation, expectantly and wide-eyed. He tries to hold his composure, though, especially when he’s teaching, but he can’t help but stammer a few times and make small mistakes. Sometimes, when he’s seated, he’ll rub his thighs together while glancing at you, not-so-friendly thoughts resurfacing his mind.
He’s under pressure when you’re there, he only wants to show you how good he is at teaching (and apparently, in teasing you too; he got his ass fucked hard)
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hischokehold · 2 days
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sweaty!könig with his doll who has a scent kink.
König who barely just closed the door before you're running in his arms, small body clad in a baby pink apron with his initials on it. You utter words of excitement, so happy to see him after a long day of work. "Missed you so much, daddy."
"I need to shower, maus. I'm dirty." Grunting, he tries to pry you off his body, muscles glistening with sweat and grime garnered from training the new recruits but you barely ever budge, kitten nails clawing all over his uniform, eager to rip it off, looking at him with such adorable puppy eyes. Such sweet eyes tainted with lust and perversion.
It doesn't take long for you to scratch your way through his top, nose buried in his nape, small hands cupping his heavy balls over his pants. He's moaning, biting his lip as you lick a stripe between the valley of his pecs, teeth then brushing over his sensitive nipples. You breathe out hot puffs, high on your daddy's fumes.
"Ah, Scheiße. You wanna be a dirty slut, huh?" König is quick to regain control, fists balled against your scalp, yanking your locks. With a tight grasp, he drags you over to the couch, forcing you on your knees. "Open." He inquires, forcing your jaw slack, spitting right on your puffy lips.
Of course, being the man König is, he's delighted that his babygirl was so perverse. Even stroked his ego a bit to know that you liked his manly scent, whoring yourself out to him at any chance you got. He raises a hand on you, slapping your soft cheeks. He loved the way you looked right now, liebling. All teary and sweet, begging for his cock. He was a generous man, he'd give you anything you wanted.
With a click of his tongue, he unbuckles his belt, your puppy eyes following every move he makes. He spreads his legs for you, revealing the mouthwatering bulge poking out over his boxers, a certain spot damp with what you assumed was sweat. "Go on."
You took that as your cue, forcing your nose over his still soft cock, sniffing his heavy musky length over the thin cloth. You were sloppy, tongue running over his balls, then probing over his happy trail, nimble fingers squeezing his pecs. König groans, hips jerking towards your mouth. Squeezing your legs together, you feel yourself going crossed eyed over his smell alone. "Enjoying yourself?" He tsks, smiling condescendingly.
"Mhm."
Slowly, your tongue crept up along the holes of his boxers, licking over the rather bitter spot, barely poking his throbbing dick through it. You're delighted, cock hungry for your daddy; on your knees, hazy dumbed out eyes, and parted, drooly lips. It was a sight straight out of a porno. Soon, you're slobbering all over his thighs, suckling on his hung, bulbous cock as you palm his balls, nose pressed against his happy trail.
König almost instantly creams, the notion of his little girl performing depraved acts was almost too much for him. He bobs your head up and down, hips meeting your wet mouth with every rough thrust. Globs of precum and spit coat his inner thighs, which you eagerly lap up, constantly switching between licking his cock, biceps, and chest.
"Shmell sho good."
König took it a step further, beastial hands gathering your hair to a messy pigtail, feet elevated to the spot beside you to keep you pinned down. Without missing a beat, he begins ravishing your throat, brutally face fucking you, sloppy balls slapping your chin with every thrust, a mixture of sticky drool and juice running down your lips, not to mention his heavy length resting on your tongue, utterly ruining you.
You feel yourself getting lightheaded, the lack of oxygen making its effect on you. You weren't so eager now, hm?
König laughs, rutting mindlessly over his darlings pretty face, rubbing his precum all over your nose, mouth, cheeks, "Agh, f-fuck! Stick your tongue out, liebling." He's panting like a dog, losing his mind over your sloppy, albeit forced blowjob. He's using your weepy hole in every creative sense, thrusting sideways just to see his tip like out of your cheeks, plugging your nose, slapping you with it.
A string of curses leave his lips, thrusts getting sloppier if even possible, he pulls his sticky, dripping length out of your mouth, globs of thick and potent cum spraying all over your face and tits, painting you a pretty shade of white.
After all, you're the one who wanted to smell like him, right?
He doesn't end it there, using his veiny cock to smear his pearly cum across your body, even going so far as to spread it in between your pussy lips, stealing a few licks here and there while you gag on his salty fingers. Once satisfied, he takes a moment to admire his masterpiece.
"There you go, pup. All pretty for me now."
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marieausparie · 3 days
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Nat: I need you
Y/n: Right now ? Okay alright ,how do you want me ? Right here ? Haven't done that one before, but theres a first time for everything right?
*Starts stripping *
Nat: actually i meant - forget it .You're right. I need you
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koemiexists · 2 days
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Sleeping Beauty
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summary: you wanna try something new with your lover tags: finally some porn without plot- oh no there's a bit of plot there, sex, vaginal sex, somnophilia, sex while sleeping, porn, creampie, aftercare, embarrassing conversations word count: 1.9k a/n: i had to, physically could not stop myself as I made this smut shot...
The only person aware of your relationship with the Radio Demon was Husk.
If it were Alastor’s choice, it would have been no one. However, Husk had stumbled upon you exiting his bedroom and questioned you relentlessly on why until you cracked.
You had to plead to Alastor to not have Husk killed right then and there.
You weren’t sure why Alastor would want to hide your relations with him, yet with the talk of the Vee’s, you believed that would be the reason why. His and Vox’s rivalry seems to go back way before you made it to Hell, so it seemed obvious that Alastor would wish to hide anything that may seem like a weakness to him.
In a way, he was caring for you by seeming like he didn’t in public.
Privately, behind closed doors, you two would often cuddle or talk, and on some occasions, Alastor would initiate intimacy with you. It had always excited you, considering how hesitant your lover was with physical contact. His touch on your skin gave you goosebumps, and you would gently pull him in, giving him kisses to melt away that barrier of rigidness, giving you the Alastor you loved.
At the moment, you were fidgeting with a bracelet you had recently bought. It was a bright red, almost glowing. You waited eagerly for your lover to slink his way into the bedroom through the shadows, so you could ask him a favor that had been on your mind.
You didn't have to wait a minute longer when the murky shadows pooled in the middle of the wooden floor, Alastor forming from it after a few seconds. His grin widened a little at the sight of you on his bed, and you gave him a small smile back, facing him completely.
“What’s in your hand?” He inquired, sitting next to you as he stripped his jacket off.
You bit your lip before turning to face him even more. “It’s a bracelet.”
Alastor quirked an eyebrow, a small smirk on his face. “You fancy yourself some jewelry? Just ask, (Name). I’ll buy you whatever jewels you desire, only the best ones to compliment your natural glow.”
“Not exactly...” You fiddled with it and sighed quietly as you tried not to let the embarrassment overrun you. “We have sex sometimes.”
He stopped his stripping, looking at you now, his gaze direct as you stuttered underneath his piercing eyes.
“And... I love it.” You inhaled deeply. “So, I want to try something new, if you’re okay with it.”
He still stared at you, his ears twitching as his short tail wagged barely behind him. “Continue, (Name).”
Flushing, you stood up so he was in front of you. You took another breath, and placed the bracelet against his hand so he could observe it. “I want you to have sex with me while I sleep.”
Before he opened his mouth to say something, you interrupted. “This bracelet is something I will wear at night, so you know that I want it to happen while I sleep. So, we are clear on, uhm, consent.”
Alastor moved slowly, taking your hands away from your sides, gently grasping them. “You want to do this tonight?” He didn’t look up at you, and you shifted in place, glancing away repeatedly.
“Yeah.”
He hummed in response, slipping the bracelet on your right hand before looking up at you. Rising up, Alastor gave you a soft kiss on your lips, then another kiss on your cheek. “Alright.” He said lightly, his smile widening. “However, as of right now, I have errands to run. Charlie’s tasks never wait! Aha! I’ll be seeing you very soon, darling.”
You watched as Alastor left, leaving you flushed and tired. Glancing down at the bracelet, you left his room silently to grab some food from the kitchen.
Angel Dust was there, and you let out a soft noise of surprise. His eyes moved from his phone to you. “Heya (Name).” He greeted, giving you a smile before turning back to his phone. 
You greeted back, before you made yourself a sandwich. Eating it slowly, you kept glancing at Angel. “How are you?” You spoke up softly, which surprised Angel.
“Eh, so so.” He stretched. “Worked a little too hard yesterday. The sex started to hurt after a bit.” He complained, running a hand against his fluff. “Had to shower twice.”
“Valentino.” You spoke bitterly. “Does he always overwork you?”
Angel thought for a minute, before shaking his head. “No, but sometimes he does. Often enough for me to be pissed off, that’s for sure.”
You nodded in sympathy. “Who wouldn’t be upset?” You begin to shift nervously as you quickly finish your sandwich. “Uh, I have a question.”
“Shoot.”
“How do I prepare myself... for having sex... while I sleep...?” You asked meekly, face flushing heavily.
Angel snorted, then frantically had to cough as he began to choke on his drink. “H-Holy shit!” He heaved in laughter, wiping a tear from his eye. “Wow! I- just- wow!”
Rolling your eyes, you pouted slightly. “It’s not funny.”
“No- no it’s not funny,” He grinned, laughing quietly. “Didn’t know you were kinky like that.” 
You let out an irritated noise, and Angel raised his hands up, laughing softly. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll stop.”
“Better...” You murmured.
Angel cleared his throat, and gave you tips. “If he’s big, make sure you stretch yourself well before you sleep. But remember, more lube is not always better sometimes. You have a pussy, so it’ll lubricate itself.” He sighed. “Use about this much, maybe a little more.”
He motioned to the tip of his claws, indicating a pea size amount. “You’ll be fine. If you’re a light sleeper, you’ll wake up during it.”
“Okay.” You said softly, still extremely flustered you had asked Angel for him. He didn’t seem to mind, though, his eyes glinting with a knowing look. You were confused, but didn’t ask what he knew specifically, opting to flee from the embarrassing situation to your bedroom.
Twirling on your heel, you locked the door behind you, knowing that Alastor would just use his shadows to check up on you. Slipping the bracelet on, you walked over to your bed, heaving a sigh.
Everything in your room was brought by Alastor. It was his effort to show how much he truly loved you, going through the time to analyze exactly what you liked to personalize your space.
Your bed was perfectly made, and it seemed like the sheets had been ironed. Letting out a soft noise of amusement, you smoothed your hand over the pillowcase, admiring the silk material. After you complained about your hair frizzing with your cotton one, he replaced it with a high quality silk.
The sheets smelled of him, and you inhaled deeply, a smile on your face. Turning off the lamp at your bedside, you slid underneath the fluffy blanket. The warmth comforted you as you slipped into a deep sleep.
You weren’t fully awake when you felt your body being moved. Something curled around both your legs, spreading them open. You barely heard a soft ‘fuck’ as your cunt was touched eagerly.
You tried to shift up into the ministrations; however, your body was still struggling to wake up and move, leaving you to the mercy of whoever was doing this.
Letting out a sigh, you felt relief as something long and thick plunged deep inside you. Your breath hitched as your body was jolted, while your brain fought to fully wake up. Despite this, your body didn’t go into fight or flight mode. Instead you leaned into the thrusts. 
Your eyes remained closed as you let out soft moans, and the bed underneath you banged with each movement. Your arms sought out something to grasp, making contact with a limb. 
Blearily, you opened your eyes a bit, letting out a loud, warbly groan at the sight of Alastor. He was above you, grabbing your waist. His claws were just barely piercing your skin, his eyes focused on you. 
You huffed, moaning again as he thrusted deep into your heat. “You wanted this, didn’t you, darling?” 
Inclining your hips up, you let out a soft groan of agreement. “Al...” 
He smirked, biting your shoulder. You gripped him tighter, letting out a yelp as he pulled back. Blood was covering his lower mouth, leaving him looking wild.
“You’re so precious.”
You couldn’t respond to his comment, instead choosing to lock your legs behind his back. 
Alastor’s eyes glinted, his smile wide. “You’re beautiful.” You let out a whimper at that, your cunt squelching as he thrusted roughly. “You like that? Of course you do. You’re my precious doe, who loves everything I give her.”
“Alastor,” you panted, rubbing your clit in time to his unsteady thrusts, watching as sweat rolled down the side of his face.
“Close?” He asked, breathing heavily as you nodded. “Good girl.”
You whimpered again, and he just laughed. “You want to be so good for me, right?”
He flipped you, leaving you squealing as he grasped your hips roughly. “Ah- Alastor!”
He grinned and moved his hands to pinch your nipples, watching as your pussy fluttered. “Ngh!”
“You want to be good for me, right?” He asked. “If you do, then why not ride me? Show me what your body can really do, my little doe. I’ll give you anything you want once you cream on my cock.” He whispered filthily. 
You pouted a little, not wanting to really do any work; however, you knew that Alastor wasn’t above taming you if need be.
Slowly, you began to rock your hips, letting out high pitched mewls as your clit grazed his pelvis with each motion. Your hands were firmly on his chest, leaving you to use all your strength in your hips.
You panted, sweating as you went faster, watching as Alastor slowly became more undone below you. “Am I... am I doing good, Al?” You asked sweetly, your breasts bouncing as you changed your movements. 
Alastor’s hands instantly sought your hips, raising you up only to plunge you back down. “You’re amazing, my sweet lady.” He purred, as you bit your finger to stop your moans. You reached your climax with a shake, cunt squirting all over your lover.
He hummed, jackhammering into you as you kissed him sloppily. You pulled back, a string of spit connecting you two. The sight instantly had him cumming deep inside of you, letting out a soft sigh as you groaned from the warmth.
“...You could have been more gentle.” You admonished lightly, giving him a cheeky smile. “I would love to be woken up with you creaming my pussy...”
Alastor flushed lightly, something you don’t see often. “Do not say such dirty things around me, dear. I don’t believe I can handle it.”
You cooed, laughing. “You said some dirty things when we were fucking right now, Al.”
“Heat of the moment,” he quipped back, pulling out. With a snap of his fingers, he was fully clothed, and a wet rag was in his hands. “I should not even clean you up, considering how improper you’re being.” His tone seemed serious, but you knew he wouldn’t do that.
“You jest,” you purred, letting him gently take care of you. “You would never forgo aftercare. You’re from Louisiana.”
Alastor smirked, his monocle glinting in the light from the window. “You are right.”
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angelskills · 1 day
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Jjk men reacting to you touching yourself while sucking them off? 🫶
a/n: hello! thank you sm for requesting.... this was so fun to write! you can also tell which one i put effort into the most... so sorry because i took nearly 3 weeks to do your request! my mental health was at its lowest, especially with college and everything but I'm good now!
JJK men reacting to you touching yourself
warnings: orgasm denial, p in v, clit stimulation, oral (m! receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms(?), sex toys (vibe...)
characters: Gojo, Toji, Sukuna
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You were on your knees in your and Satoru's bedroom and he was sat at the edge of the bed, his legs spread out as his head was thrown back. Your hand was wrapped around his member while the other one was between your legs.
His hand rested on your head, his grip tightening occasionally as he groaned. You swirled your tongue around his tip as your hand moved up and down his cock.
You loved teasing that man, it turned you on. The look in his eyes shined with desire but anger at the same time from your teasing. Just looking at him like this almost made you come undone.
Your panties were basically dripping from your arousal, and you were a littleee bit mad that you weren't feeling anything.
Your hand that was placed in between your legs slowly crawled up your thighs to the elastic of your panties. You slowly slid your hand in, growing needier by the second. You eventually gave up on teasing Gojo and put his length in your mouth, gagging on it and you pulled your head up and down.
Meanwhile, your hand was placed right on your clit, rubbing it in tight small circles for some stimulation. You moaned against Gojo's dick, sending vibrations throughout. His grip on your hair tightened as he groaned and his eyebrows knitted together slightly. You swirled your tongue against Gojo's member trying to match the pace of the movement of your hands.
You squirmed as you rubbed your clit faster, chasing your high. The stimulation had you squirming in place. Gojo looked down at you while his jaw tightened. You let out whimpers against his cock which caused his grip on your hair to tighten even more. He noticed your hand in your soaked panties and your arousal practically dripping on the floor, smirking.
He pulled his cock out, refusing to cum anywhere but in your heat. He placed his hand under your arms, pulling you up on the bed. He had you turned around, placing you on his lap, your back was pressed against him as he spread your legs with his hands. You didn't have time to react as he immediately slid 2 fingers inside of you, making it easier for him because of your arousal. He scissored your pussy, his fingers curling against your g-spot. Your toes curled as you squirmed, trying to hold in your soft moans. You opened your eyes for a bit, and you noticed the mirror that was hung on the closet door. The sight made your cunt clench around his fingers.
"s-satoruu...." you moaned.
His arm was wrapped around your waist while he thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy, stretching you to make sure you're prepared.
After a few more thrusts, he pulled his fingers out. You whined at the loss, your cunt feeling empty as it clenched around nothing.
He shoved the fingers that were coated with your slick in your mouth, "Suck.", Gojo smirked.
He moved his hips around a bit but being too focused on sucking his fingers clean, you ignored it. Until you felt him push his dick right inside of you with no warning.
You slightly bit his fingers, letting out a muffled moan from the sudden movement. He pulled his fingers out of your mouth and placed both of his hands on our hips. Your grip on his shoulders tightened as he moved you up and down.
Your eyes rolled back from the sweet pleasure, his movements sending butterflies to your stomach along with his tip kissing your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts.
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You were on your knees, your mouth wrapped around Sukuna's cock. He was leaning against the wall, letting out small groans as he kept his hand on your head, moving his hips to thrust in and out of your mouth.
His dick was hitting the back of your throat which caused you to gag while drool was rolling down your jaw. You were desperate for some stimulation, though your pussy was dripping wet already. Your tongue swirled around his length, your mouth struggling to take it all in because... that man was BIG. You both fucked a couple times and every time his dick tore you apart.
You slowly slid your hands down your body, your fingers slowly crawling under your panties. You could tell Sukuna was close to his release. You pulled Sukuna's cock out of your mouth, took your other hand, and wrapped it around his length.
You gave Sukuna's tip kitten licks, slowly stroking his cock. You were teasing him and he was too lost in pleasure to even do something about it.
Meanwhile, your fingers were on your clit, rubbing it in fast circles. You let out a few whimpers against Sukuna's member, sending vibrations right through. It didn't take long for Sukuna to realize what was going on under him.
He pulled your hair, taking his cock out of your mouth as he placed a hand under your arm, pulling you up and pushing you against the wall. He cupped your jaw, pulling you into a kiss, swirling his tongue around yours.
You wrapped your legs around his waist. His grip on your thigh was something else, leaving bruises and marks all over. You let out a quiet moan, placing your arms on his shoulders for more support.
He put his other hand on your waist and pushed you more against the wall. He held you up, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. Not so long after, he shoved his dick right inside your pussy without warning. You nearly screamed from the sudden movement.
Even though he is cruel, he was letting you adjust to his size before he started moving. He started slamming his hips against you, his dick hitting your G-spot making your pussy clench around him.
Sukuna is the type to only care about his pleasure... but ever since he met you, he has taken pleasure in pleasing you. His fingers crawled to your puffy clit. He gave you one last smirk before giving it a slap and rubbing it in tight fast circles.
"W-wait! Hngh~! aah... too m-much, s-sukunaaaa" You moaned out, eyes rolling back to your head from the slight overstimulation.
Don't think he forgot about the fact you teased him when you were sucking him off. He was gonna get revenge for it.
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Toji was aggressive, a monster. He had you nearly crying as he trusted his cock in and out of your mouth, his dick hitting the back of your throat. You were 100% sure you would wake up with a sore throat. He let out a chuckle before he got interrupted by a small groan. The way your tongue circled around his length had him almost seeing stars.
Warm tears rolled down your cheek as you were positioned to be on your knees. He was sitting at the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a degrading stare. His hand was on your head while his hold on your hair was tightening occasionally.
Your hand was already inside your panties, rubbing your clit at a fast speed. You were chasing your orgasm as you rubbed your clit faster, pressing down on it.
Obviously, Toji knew about this. Your soft moans and whimpers sent vibrations against his tip. He could tell when you were getting close and he waited for the right moment to pull his cock out.
He pulled on your hair, moving his hips to take his dick out of your mouth. He quickly picked you up and placed you on the bed, crawling on top of you.
"What a slut. Couldn't even wait?" Toji smirked, his fingers crawling to your pussy.
You clenched around nothing, his words sent butterflies right to your stomach.
He carefully inserted two fingers inside of you, curling against your sweet spot as he thrusts them in and out, not giving you time to adjust to his fingers.
As soon as he noticed your eyes rolling back and your pussy clenching around his fingers, he pulled them out. Toji was cruel, mean, rude, everything. He wasn't going to let you cum any time soon, maybe.
He lined his cock up to your entrance, slowly pushing his tip in. Then with one thrust, he pushed his dick inside of you. You felt so full, you almost felt like it couldn't fit(even though you both fucked a lot). He slammed his hips against you, positioning himself so he hit your g-spot.
Your eyes shut as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to your orgasm. Droll rolled down your mouth as he kept thrusting his dick in and out, chasing his own release.
With a few more thrusts, you came around his cock, your slick now coating his dick. But, that wasn't the end of it. It was going to be a long, long night. You tried to squirm away from the intensity of your orgasm, letting out moans like, 'please' or 'too much' but his grip on your waist kept you right in place.
"p-please.. just a s-second.. ohh my goddd.." You whined out, trying to hold in your moans as he fucks your abused pussy through your orgasm.
You and Toji came up with a safeword beforehand, so he knew he could keep going.
You were too focused on his dick to not even realize his other hand was going through your nightstand, looking for something.
Your eyes rolled back to your head and shut. Your legs were trembling from your previous orgasm as his dick kept rubbing against your g-spot. You thought you were going to die.
Until you felt something buzzing right against your clit at full speed. Your eyes fluttered open as you looked down to see a mini wand vibrating right against your clit.
This was going to be a long night.
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