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Couches, Floors and Beds | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You had reached your boiling point with your roommate, Bradley Bradshaw.

Warnings: Fluff and smut

Length: 1900 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written for a request from my girl @katiebby04

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You had reached your boiling point with your roommate, Bradley Bradshaw. He was becoming a nightmare to live with. The walls between your bedrooms were paper thin. He woke up early, and he stayed out late. And he brought a different girl home every weekend. You weren't jealous. What was there to be jealous of, other than the sounds of extreme pleasure emanating from his bedroom whenever he had an overnight guest? He always sounded like he was doing God's work in there.

But it didn't matter, because you found him so annoying! You were waiting on the couch for him to return home from work. When he walked in, still wearing his flight suit, you felt some of your resolve melt away. He looked pretty good in that thing.

"Hey, Y/N, what's up?" he asked, glancing at you as he sorted his mail. "I just wanted to talk to you again about how loud you are when you have guests stay over." There, you said it. The smug look on his face as he glanced back up at you had you rolling your eyes. "I don't think that's gonna stop any time soon. Maybe you should invest in some earplugs." You stood up and crossed your arms. "I know you think you're some sort of Cassanova, but can you have a little decency when I need to get some sleep for work?" You felt Bradley eyeing you from head to toe, trying to make you squirm. "I'll take that into consideration." "Thanks," you replied, spinning on your heel, intending to head back to your bedroom. "But, I think you're just jealous." You spun back to face him. "You're joking." He shook his head. "Nah, I'm not joking. You sound jealous as hell." You gave him side-eye. "I'm immune to you, Bradshaw." He chuckled and said, "Then let me kiss you. I want to know what it feels like to have a woman immune to me. I've never encountered that before." His smirk was immediate and annoying. "You are so fucking cocky, I don't see how you manage to get any women at all," you replied, closing the small gap between your bodies. "But, sure. Have a little taste of immunity." Bradley's eyebrows shot up. He clearly hadn't been expecting you to agree with what he said. "Really?" "Sure," you said with a shrug, but your heart was starting to pound a little faster. He licked his lips and tossed his mail onto the coffee table. Once his entire focus was on you, it was evident that you'd made a mistake. His brown eyes looked sincere, and his lips twitched slightly as he smiled down at you. And now you were curious to know what his mustache would feel like rubbing against your skin. When he reached for your waist with his huge hands, you let him guide you close enough that his flight suit was rubbing you through your tank top. "Okay," he muttered, squeezing your waist gently before dipping down to meet your lips in a kiss. Holy hell, his mustache felt magical. His lips were soft, but the bristles of his facial hair scraped you in a delightful juxtaposition. His hands felt heavy and huge on your body as he brushed his lips against yours, proving you completely wrong as you reached for his biceps. Bradley released your lips and looked at you with one eyebrow raised, but then he bent lower again and kissed you harder, licking the seam of your lips until you parted them for him. His tongue tasted yours, and you could feel his hands moving lower to your ass. You broke away and stepped out of his grip, trying your best to act nonchalant. You took a deep breath and pressed our lips together. "See? Immune." You turned around again, trying to focus on getting into your bedroom. Bradley chuckled behind you. "I think you enjoyed that more than you thought you would." You glared at him over your shoulder. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy yourself too, Bradshaw. I could feel you pressed up against me." You let your eyes trail down the front of his flight suit to make your point. "I wasn't the one saying I was immune to you, babe. I already knew I was going to enjoy it." You turned to fully face him again. His breathing was a little heavy, and his pupils were blown wide. "Want to do it again?" you whispered, and he crossed the room to you in two long strides. "Yes," he said, reaching for you in the process. You let him grab you by your hips and smash your body to his while you sealed your lips against his mouth. He was moaning within seconds as you rubbed your body against his hard dick. His hair was gorgeous, and you loved running your fingers through its wavy texture. He grunted into your mouth as you kissed him. "Feels so good," he managed to say when you redirected your mouth to his thick neck and sucked on him. You kissed all of his scars in turn as he reached his hand up the back of your tank top before letting it drift around to your chest. He was palming your breasts and playing with your hard nipples. Realization hit you. You wanted him so badly. You wanted to be the only girl he had screaming all night in his bed. His tongue was back to gliding across yours as you started unzipping his flight suit. You helped him shimmy out of his sleeves so you could touch more of his skin. You ran your hands up and down his arms, enjoying the texture of his muscular body as he kept kissing you. "You're really enjoying this," you said, now feeling a little smug yourself, as he ground against you again. "Of course I am," he replied, licking up the side of your neck. "Had a crush on you since you moved in." Laughter bubbled out of you, partly from his words and partly because his mustache was tickling the spot right behind your ear as he nipped you with his teeth. "Really?" "Yeah, babe. Now tell me you're not immune to me like a good girl." You pushed him over toward the couch as you yanked his flight suit down his hips. You started to grab at him through the fabric of his boxers, but he held your hand and stopped you, waiting for your response. You took a deep breath and met his eyes. "I'm not immune to you, Bradshaw." "That's better," he said as he grabbed your waist and pulled you down with him as he sat down on the couch. You squealed as you landed on his lap, his hard dick pressing against your belly. "Plus, I think I have a solution to your issue with me." You looked at him as you pulled his boxers and flight suit down far enough to have full access to his cock. Now you understood what had the other girls hooting and hollering all night long. Jesus. "What solution would that be, Bradshaw?" you asked as you ran your fingers along his length. His head was tipped back, and you kissed his prominent Adam's apple. "Well, babe, if you're the only one I've got in my bed, you can control when it's loud in the apartment." You laughed at his words. "Are you serious?" Bradley looked between your face and where you were holding his throbbing dick. "Yeah," he said a bit sheepishly. You leaned forward and kissed him hard, and he yanked your tank top over your head, tossing it aside and baring your chest to him. Bradley worked his mouth against your breasts, making you moan and whine as you unskillfully got your shorts and underwear off. "Where do you have condoms?" you moaned as he sucked on your nipple. He told you where to find them, and you dashed into his bedroom completely naked before returning with a box. What a sight he was. He had removed his black tee, and his flight suit and underwear were pushed down his calves. All tan and muscular with an enormous penis. He was stroking himself and looking at you. "Come here," he coaxed. You were instantly in motion, grabbing a condom and tossing the box aside. You unwrapped it and slipped it down his length as he pulled you into his lap and started kissing and caressing your breasts again. You were already so wet and ready to go. "Oh God," you moaned as you sunk down onto his length. Bradley was sizable and already more satisfying than your last boyfriend had been. And he wasn't even moving yet! And when he did start thrusting up into you, the sensation of being so full had you gasping for air and grabbing his shoulders. "Feel good?" he asked you, nibbling on your collarbone and rubbing his nose across your neck. "Bradshaw," you gasped as he gripped your hips and pushed you down harder before easing your hips back. You followed the example he set and started to ride him, and he definitely seemed to like that. He palmed your breasts as they bounced, occasionally nipping and licking too. He licked your neck and kissed your lips, and finally his talented right thumb found your clit. The sounds you were making were an exact replica of what you were used to hearing from his room on Saturday nights. You weren't even embarrassed. You understood now what he was actually capable of. You were also going to make sure he meant what he said about you being the only one in his bed from now on. He was that good. And maybe you were ready to admit you had a crush on him too. Suddenly he scooped you up and set you down gently on your back on the floor. Before you could question him, he was kissing you, slipping his tongue into your mouth. He pushed his cock inside you once again and gave you one hard thrust that had you whining. He thrust into you again and again, coaxing you to the edge of your orgasm with his beautiful rhythm. And when he slid his fingers along your clit, you cried out against his neck. "Shit, babe," he groaned as you clenched around him. And you felt him come undone, rubbing his lips and mustache along your chest as he came. "That was incredible," he murmured against your skin, and you nodded in agreement. His relaxed body weight pressing you into the living room floor was enough to convince your body that Bradley Bradshaw was something you needed. Then he started laughing where his face was still mashed against your neck. "Two perfectly good beds to choose from, and our first time is on the couch and the floor." You grinned at him. "You want your bed or mine for round two?" you asked him sweetly. He groaned and said in his raspy voice, "Yours. Definitely yours. I've been dreaming about being in your bedroom for months." "Well then, let's go, Bradshaw. I'll give you a tour of my room."

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Katie! I hope you enjoyed this one!

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imeanyourmomsprettyhot · 11 months

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I Still Hate You || Hvitserk

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I got the inspiration for this post from this prompt:

"I don't like you, I just find you hot"

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"I knew you'd come back," you laughed, as the tall son of Ragnar entered your room.

"Don't you conceive yourself as being something important!" He spat, as he got closer to the bed you were lying on, "I don't like you, I just find you hot."

Hvitserk pulled you on you legs closer to the edge of the bed, where he hovered on top of you. His lips met yours, and his tongue instantly entered your mouth.

You were the wife of Bjorn Ironside, which was enough reason for the other sons of Ragnar Lothbrok to hate you. But after a strange encounter with Hvitserk the other night, when your husband left with the ships, he started visiting you, even though he clearly told you it was a mistake and that it will never happen again.

He for sure didn't like you, but he liked your body. He liked how your warmth feels around his cock, and he liked the sounds you make while he fucks you.

You loved your husband, you really did. But he was never able to fully please you. Bjorn was always gentle with his women, but you found, you needed the roughness of one of your enemies, to finally cum.

Hvitserk's messy kiss lead to an end, leaving you with an all wet mouth and an even wetter spot between your legs.

He forcefully turned you around, so you were now on all fours—He never wanted to look at your face while he fucked you;he hated you too much for that.

He roughly pulled your dress up and pushed your head down in the pillow, your ass now being on full display. It didn't take long for him to get rid of his pants, and he pushed his whole length inside, a splash of pain rushing through your body.

He didn't let you adjust to his size, he immediately pounded into you in whatever paste he needed right now.

You cunt was drooling over how harsh he treated you, and through the pain, you felt pleasure. The sound of his skin slapping on yours, filled the room up completely, almost covering up your loud moans.

A hard smack landed on your ass cheek, which turned into a dark red shade. You cried out at the sudden pain, but you secretly liked it.

He thrusted into you even harder, hitting your g-spot with full force. It was painful, but it made you even needier. His hand was still hardly pressing down your head in your pillow, keeping you in place.

He smacked your, already red, cheek again, earning a whimper from you, as tears start to form in your eyes. He loved the sound of your cries. He loved seeing you in pain.

Hvitserk's growls got louder and breathier, as you noticed him being close. But he did someone unexpected. He turned you back around, one of your legs being over his shoulder.

He now could enter you deeper, putting you in even more pleasurable-pain.

He stopped pounding for a moment, before another smack hit the side of your face.

"Look at me, you whore!" He commanded, and you did as he said.

His hips started grinding again. He was looking you deeply in the eyes—They were filled with so much anger and hatred.

You had similar sex like this a few times with Bjorn, after you two fought, but it was never close to what his brother did to you.

Your mouth was wide opened, and desperate cries were coming out of it. Hvitserk was soon to cum, as his grunts got heavier, and the thrusts sloppier.

He still hasn't looked away from your eyes, his were deeply focused on yours. His breath became more and more unsteady, while your moans increased with every painful pound that shot through your core.

A few more thrusts was all he needed to release his load all over your stomach, some of it landing on your dress.

The way he treated you like a dirty slut, made you cum right after him, with a loud scream. Hvitserk was able to make you cum, even after he stopped touching you. This was what made you so attached to him.

"You fucking bitch, just look at you," he stood up, pulling his trousers on, "So fucking needy for my cock."

"Please fuck me again," you begged him, breathing heavily.

But he just laughed at you, "I still hate you, you little slut. I don't intend to make you feel good, you understand that?"

He quickly left the room, leaving you alone with the mess he made, still horny and greedily waiting for the next time he visits you.

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 9 months

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Count Your Blessings [a Joel x reader fic]

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Fandom: The Last of Us

Ship: Joel Miller x you/reader (could have a vagina but non-descriptive)

Tags/warnings: Fellatio, Cock-Riding, Penetrative Sex, Cock-warming, possibly gendered nicknames.

Summary: Waiting out the rain during a raid, you help Joel release some stress.

Words: 1,519

A little rain never deterred neither you nor Joel. You once heard him say, in his Texas drawl, "I ain't made of sugar".

But now, the skies have opened, and the night is pitch black. The roar of the rain makes it hard to hear anything, the water gets in your eyes, blurs the world. You're soaked through in a matter of minutes, so with a nod to each other, you and Joel decide to take cover in a nearby house.

You make your rounds, checking every room to see that the house is indeed deserted before you meet up in what used to be the living-room. There are some old, dusty furniture still left, and with a deep groan, Joel sits in the armchair, the rifle across his lap.

"Try to get some shut-eye," he tells you, but you shake your head as you look out the window.

"You sleep. I'll keep watch."

Keeping watch isn't easy on a night like this when you can't see two feet in front of you. You turn your head to look at the outline of Joel. Even when you can't see him, you feel his tiredness, his restlessness at having had to change your plans about reaching the QZ by morning. Joel hates having to deviate from his plans, even if he's good at coming up with plans B, C, and D at the drop of a hat.

"Too amped up to sleep," he mutters, but you hear the armchair creak as he leans back. You turn back towards the window, staring out into the dark, rainy night, seeing nothing.

It's going to be a long night.

Joel sighs. A spring in the armchair cringes as he shifts.

"For God's sake, Miller," you roll your eyes. "Just get on the couch. Lie down. Close your eyes."

He just scoffs, and you shake your head quietly.

Time passes, maybe an hour. Neither one of you speaks, but you are both awake. You, staring through the window into a wet world that yields nothing but rain. Joel, in that armchair, stubbornly refusing to sleep. You know it’s not because he thinks you’re not up for the task of keeping watch. It’s just who he is: fiercely protective, unable to rest until he knows that you are as safe as you can be.

Which, you have reason to believe, you are now. No one is going to sneak up on the two of you tonight. Might as well get some shuteye yourself.

But you can’t tell Joel that. He’ll get up on those shitty knees of his and keep a silent vigil by the window until the first light of day. You can’t have him do that, he needs rest. And he’s too high-strung right now to rest.

He needs to unwind, and you know exactly how to help him with that.

Leaving your post at the window, you come up to the armchair and get on your knees in front of it, leaving your rifle to the side. Joel immediately sits up straight, hands on the armrests, like he’s about to push himself up.

“Switch?” he asks, but you shake your head.

“You sit your ass down, Miller.”

You can’t see his face clearly, but you know him well enough to envision his frown, the tight set of his lips. The grim question in his eyes.

Hands on his knees to help spread his legs, you move in between his thighs. When you slide your hands along his thighs, all the way up to his belt buckle, he grunts your name. His disgruntled tone makes it sound like a warning.

“Let’s see if I can’t turn that into a blessing,” you tease him, popping his belt open. Joel knows you well enough to not protest any more. He’s stiffening when you pull him out, and he releases the smallest sigh when you start to work him with your hand. The rain is still beating down on the roof, the windows, drowning out all other sound, but when you trace your tongue along the hardening length of Joel’s thick cock, there is no mistaking his sharp hiss of a quick inhale. You twirl your tongue around the salty wet head of his cock, your hand moving up and down to help him reach full hardness, and when he is rock hard, as hard as he can be, you take him in your mouth.

His fingers dig into the cracked leather of the chair’s armrests, and his head falls back. His legs press against your sides before he relaxes, knees falling open as you slowly, gently suck him. As he becomes more at ease, so do you: falling into almost a meditative state, you alternate between licking up and down his length, and taking him in your mouth. When your mouth dries out, you take him deep enough to almost gag, stimulating your glands to produce more saliva.

“Darlin’,” he groans when the taste of precum grows thick and strong. “’m close now, you want me to finish in your mouth?”

You take him as deep as you can, and hum. His hips very nearly jerk up at the sensation.

“Fuck… alright… fuck… baby…”

When he fills your throat with hot, creamy cum, you don’t pull away. Swallowing as much of it as you can, the rest dribbling down your chin, you blink away the tears and don’t release his cock until he’s hissing your name. Only then do you give him a moment, wiping your face on your sleeves.

He's breathing audibly, as are you, trying to catch your breath now that you have no obstructions. When he says your name, you stand up and pop open your belt.

“Stay hard for me, Joel,” you ask him as you pull down your pants and ratty underwear. “Legs open.”

“You gonna be the death of me, sweetheart.” He manages to sound extremely disapproving, even when it would be a way most men would want to go.

“I’m just here to make you feel good.”

You turn around and sit on his lap, reaching between your thighs to find him and guide him home. Sinking down on his length, your lower lip catches between your teeth. You’re not as wet as you could – should – be, and Joel is hard to take under the best of circumstances. But you need this, goddammit, need to unwind just as much as Joel.

You exhale slowly as he splits you open, one inch at a time, and when he’s completely sheathed in you, you have to take a moment to acknowledge that you did, in fact, take the entirety of his big, fat cock in one go.

His thighs are flexed, and nearly jolt when you start to move tentatively, finding the way you want and need to roll your hips on his. Finding it, you grab both armrests to brace yourself on, and keep on grinding.

The rusty springs of the seat sing to the booming rain, and your panting breaths soon join the choir. Joel’s hands are loose on your hips, and you can tell that he wants to grab and bounce you off his cock at a pace of his own choosing. Joel so often wants to stay in control, be the one to decide how things are going to be done. It’s good for him to relinquish that control from time to time.

The rain keeps drumming on the windows, it’s like looking into a dark aquarium. You keep your gaze fixed on one of them, like you expect to see something, but there is nothing but darkness and water. The roof roars, and you can hear water dripping somewhere, probably the fireplace. Water, wetness, the slapping of your ass cheeks against Joel’s hips, his grunts, your moans. It's almost impersonal and mechanic, the way you don’t speak but use him to orgasm, your head thrown back and your mouth open in a silent scream. And yet it’s nothing like that. Not everybody gets this close to Joel. Not everybody has access to your core. You’re just in a hurry because no pleasure lasts forever in this world. You’re used to it.

The leather creaks when Joel thrusts up into you, exhales in quick, heated huffs until he paints your walls. You allow yourself a soft whine before attempting to rise, but Joel pulls you down on your back, covering him. Your clothes are damp, as are his, both your bodies are boiling.

“Keep me warm,” he grumbles in your ear, his arms going around you as his mustache scratches at your neck. Despite your oversensitivity, you keep him inside you, flex your inner muscles to hug him tightly.

He sighs your name, overflowing each letter with gratitude. Your smirk, just as he takes hold of your chin to angle your face towards him. He senses your smile when he kisses you, and he smiles back.

“’s that a blessing enough for ya?” he mumbles. You lay your arms on top of his and press your lips against his again.

“It is, and I’m counting them.”

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kaiyaki-sano · 11 months

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Lend Me Your Voice(band!AU Eren x fem!Reader) pt.1

It’s been so long since I posted anything, and I had this sitting in the archives for a million years.....my bad y’all. Basically, Eren is a douchey frontman of the rock band “Titans”. This will be a 4 part slightly angsty mini-series, with a shameless little self-insert as Eren’s sister in part 2 bc I have no self control when it comes to Levi~ I hope you enjoy it!!

MINORS DNI!!!!

TW: sinful foul smut in the beginning, Eren is an asshole to reader, very minor character death for backstory purposes, swearing/dirty talk

It was your own damn fault this happened, and you knew it. There was no way you didn’t see this coming the second you were invited onto the bus and no way you didn’t see it when he buttered you up with praises while he was gripping the headboard to ram his hips at the right angle to get that sweet release he’d become addicted to in his new lifestyle.

“Fuck!! Just like that, squeeze on me baby girl-” His ragged breathing was deafening, the nefarious and sinful harmony of slick skin slapping mixed with the creak of the shaky tour bus bed’s foundation was exactly the soundtrack he needed to get to the edge.

And sure, Eren Yeager was an asshole and a douche, but he was no monster, who prided himself on his partners having equal pleasure too. After all, he knew it was gonna be the best moment of their peasantry lives, so he had to make it memorable. It was the very least he could do for his adoring fans. Reaching down between your legs from his position behind you, -because of course this man would have you face down, ass up like a two-bit tavern wench- and used those talented calloused fingers to toy with your throbbing clit. “C'mon, pretty baby, cum on my cock, s’what you always wanted, ain’t it? Be my good girl, lemme see you lose it.” Who were you to deny him? Clearly, you were special, so you had to obey. “F-Fuck, so good, feels so good ‘Ren, please! Ah- I’m gonna- ngh!!” It was so good, he was so god damned talented, touching and fucking you as if he’d spent his entire life learning how to please you. Of course, you came, just like he asked, all over him with your thighs quaking. You’d do anything for him. “Such a good fuckin’ girl, so good for me, might be my favorite groupie, might have to keep you-” He babbled, his usual bullshit script, whatever got you to keep squeezing his cock the way you were, just like all the ones before you, and the ones that’ll undoubtedly come after.

He carelessly, shamelessly painted your walls white, biting down harshly into your shoulder to leave a mark that would last at least a couple of days, or weeks if you were lucky. How nice of him to leave you with a little reminder of the blessing he gave you, the blessing of his time and his nut.

You, you poor poor thing, sighed happily next to him, convinced he was being serious. Even made the grave mistake of trying to scoot in and cuddle with him. “Fuck you doin? Leave.” He snorted, gently pushing you right away and pointing toward your clothes as he grabbed his phone to scroll through his social media, “Your shit is right there, get dressed and leave.”

How could he be so cold to you? Poor y/n, you’d only wanted to cuddle, how were you to know he was this much of a tool? “Eren…why are you being so mean? I thought…you said-” “And you believed that shit?? C'mon, did you really think you were that special? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I think you’re hot as hell, wouldn’t have fucked you if I didn’t. But baby girl, you’re all a dime a dozen to me, at least a hundred in every city we hit,” He chuckled heartlessly, looking at you with no remorse and no emotion, “what use do I have to keep you around? Now, get your shit and get your pretty ass off my bus.” So you did. You gathered your clothes, what was left of your dignity, got dressed, and made your way out of the back bedroom of that bus. That proved to only make you feel worse, now being face-to-face with his band members, all of them giving you the same sympathetic look. Despite Eren’s words, there was something different about you, something wholesome, and you deserved better as an adoring fan.

“Listen,” The first to speak up was Connie, their drummer, “don’t let that asshole bring you down, alright? Here, just to make him look dumb, I’ll give you a VIP pass, it’ll get you backstage to any of our shows. It’ll get you into the show too, so don’t freak out about tickets. VIP has its own section.” He gave you a dazzling grin, tilting his head, “I know I’d like to see you there!” You wondered how many of these they’ve had to give out, just to save face for the band, to right their cunt of a frontman’s behavior. But, you smiled, nodding and thanking them as you gave him your email to print out the pass. You didn’t have the heart to tell them, that you were simply no longer a fan. “I hope he starts to treat his fans better, thanks for your kindness.” With that, you walked off the bus and began the journey back to your car in the venue lot.

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bloody-bee-tea · 7 months

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Kaebedo Week 2023 Day 6 - Hurt/Comfort ~ Gift Giving

Kaeya and Albedo haven’t talked about what happened on Dragonspine and Kaeya hasn’t thought it to be a problem before. It’s not as if he hasn’t heard all about the imposter from the Traveller. And Eula. And Amber. And Bennett.

He is certain that he heard enough and Albedo had seemed positively crushed the days after the incident, so Kaeya didn’t have the heart to talk to him about it.

Which in hindsight, seems to be the biggest mistake he made yet.

Because the imposter is here, right in the middle of Mondstadt and he’s wearing Albedo’s face.

Kaeya feels anger churn in his gut but he forces himself to stand still for a moment, to think this through. He hasn’t gotten his position by blindly following his emotions and so he takes a deep breath before he makes his way over to what appears to be Albedo.

He’ll have to come up with a name for it, Kaeya realises with a start, otherwise things will get all tangled up in his mind and he resolves to calling him Elbedo. It almost makes him laugh, if Elbedo weren’t staring him right in the face now.

It’s good, his design; he even got the star on his throat right this time. The traveller informed Kaeya that he had forgotten that before but clearly he learned from his mistakes.

The Traveller had mentioned other things, regarding Elbedo; called him Subject 2 and a brother in relation to Albedo and that is the only reason Kaeya doesn’t impale him right where he stands.

Kaeya sees the look on Albedo’s face when he visits Durin’s heart; Albedo has told him how much it pains him to be the only one left. So no, Kaeya can’t kill Elbedo where he stands.

That doesn’t mean he’ll have to be entirely nice though.

“Kaeya,” Elbedo greets him and even his voice sounds exactly the same.

Pity for him that Kaeya can tell. He’s not even sure if there’s something to give him away, it’s just—he feels off. He doesn’t feel like Albedo to Kaeya and that is enough for him.

“Albedo, dear, care to join me on my patrol?”

Elbedo’s face twitches just like Albedo’s would at that endearment and Kaeya has to admit that he’s impressed. He really did his homework, it seems.

“Certainly,” Elbedo answers and falls into step next to Kaeya. “It is a lovely night after all.”

“Right,” Kaeya agrees and then makes honest to the gods small-talk with a thing that is wearing Albedo’s face and possibly here for nefarious purposes.

He feels a little bit sick to his stomach if he gives that too much thought, so Kaeya pushes it far out of his mind.

Kaeya leads them along his normal route, only waiting for them to be out of sight of the general population and soon enough they reach the back alley that goes right along the city wall. There are no prying eyes here and Kaeya doesn’t hesitate.

He pushes Elbedo against a wall, a dagger of ice pressed to his neck. He briefly laments the fact that he didn’t talk to Albedo about his brother, because the Traveller mentioned cryo powers and that could potentially come back to bite him in the ass but he’ll spear him with his normal sword just as well if he has to.

“Kaeya, what are you doing?” Elbedo asks and his voice is a perfect imitation of a surprised Albedo.

“Drop the act, I know you’re not him,” Kaeya says, keeping his voice level and calm. “Who are you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Elbedo tries again and Kaeya presses the dagger more firmly against his throat.

It seems to do the trick.

“She didn’t bother to give me a name. She called me Subject 2,” he spits out and Kaeya releases the pressure of the dagger.

“How tragic for you,” he sneers and then tightens the grip he has on his shoulder. “Here’s some friendly advice. If you’re here because you want to see what it’s like to be a human in the city, then I suggest you pick another face. Preferably one you could call your own.”

“And if I’m not?” Elbedo asks and it seems as if all the humanity is stripped from him. It feels as if Kaeya is staring into an endless abyss of ice and he doesn’t care for it one bit. “Here for that, I mean?”

“If you’re here to take his place or to hurt him in any way, then I will kill you,” Kaeya easily gives back making it a promise more than a threat.

Elbedo blinks at him.

“How did you know I’m not him? My disguise is perfect.”

“Because of that,” Kaeya says and enjoys the confusion on his face. “It’s a disguise. You could never embody the real Albedo.”

“I fooled the knights at the entrance easily enough.”

Kaeya doesn’t even bother to argue with him about that. He’s sure Elbedo had no problems walking right past them but Kaeya is not Swan.

“Clearly. But your luck ran out when you bumped into me. And there is no way you will ever fool me.”

Kaeya can see the twinkling of a challenge in his eyes and he takes his dagger away.

“Try it again and I won’t hesitate. This is the only warning you get. You do not get to hurt him in any way.”

He doesn’t raise his voice but he can tell that the threat landed when Elbedo swallows. He seems so very human in that moment and Kaeya wonders if he even knows it himself.

“You’ll let me go?” There’s confusion in his voice and Kaeya shrugs.

“If you’re simply trying to fit in, if you’re trying to find a place for yourself, I say go for it. Everyone deserves at least a chance at that.”

“But not with this face.”

“Not with this face,” Kaeya agrees. “Now get lost before I change my mind.”

Elbedo gives him one last look before he scrambles away and for the first time some of his own personality shines through because Albedo never runs like that.

Maybe there is yet hope for Elbedo to find out who he really is, Kaeya thinks as he shakes his head and then he decides that he has had enough patrolling for one day. He gets his relief early and then he makes his way home, suddenly longing for a cuddle session with Albedo on their couch.

He is in rather high spirits when he enters their home but all of that crashes when he comes face to face with an Albedo who is in the process of packing his things.

Kaeya freezes in the doorway and Albedo goes completely still as well.

“What are you doing?” Kaeya asks and Albedo’s shoulders drop.

“You’re not supposed to be home, yet.”

“That’s not an answer to my question,” Kaeya says and he forces himself to close the door silently behind him.

He doesn’t yet know what’s going on and it’s not going to help if he panics.

“I’m asking again, Albedo: what are you doing?”

“Giving you the greatest gift I could ever give you,” Albedo mumbles and throws his coat into a bag.

“And what is that?” Kaeya demands to know but he knows. Deep down he knows what Albedo is going to say.

That doesn’t mean he’ll have to accept it, though.

“Breaking up with you. I’ll be gone in a second.”

“Like hell you will,” Kaeya spits out and walks into the living-room. “What brought this on?”

Albedo doesn’t look as if he wants to answer him but Kaeya is not going to accept any of this. And especially not without a proper explanation, so he plants himself into the doorway, making sure that Albedo has nowhere to run to.

“Kaeya,” Albedo starts and just that is enough to tell Kaeya everything.

He does know him too well by now, after all.

“It’s because of your brother,” he says with a sigh and watches how Albedo flinches.

“Don’t call him that!” he hisses out but Kaeya doesn’t apologize.

“Why not? It’s true, isn’t it?”

“And what if it is? What does it matter? I can’t stay here.”

“Ah, I see.” He walks into the living-room and sits down on the couch, trying for relaxed and apparently succeeding if Albedo’s confusion is anything to go by. “You’re not only leaving me, but you’re leaving Mondstadt. You’re running.”

“And what if I am! He’s still out there and he wants my life. He’s going to come for all of you and he will hurt you!”

“He already came for me,” Kaeya informs him with a small shrug and while he doesn’t enjoy the panic that flits over Albedo’s face it at least keeps him tethered to the spot.

“What do you mean he came for you? Are you hurt?” There’s panic in his voice too and Kaeya almost feels bad but then again, it’s only fair.

His heart is still beating in fear at the thought of Albedo leaving.

“Please, I am more capable than that. Besides, he didn’t try to hurt me.”

“Kaeya Alberich, you will tell me right this instant what happened!” Albedo demands and Kaeya gives him a small smile.

“Nothing happened. He had the audacity to show up, wearing your face, and I told him what would happen should he try that again.”

“You let him go?”

Albedo seems to have half a mind running out the door after his elusive brother and Kaeya can’t let him leave. Not when he doesn’t know if he’ll return to him.

“Albedo,” he rushes out and leans forward, catching Albedo’s hand in his. “Don’t. He’s just—he doesn’t know where he belongs.”

“What?”

“He was wearing your face, yes, but he wasn’t even doing anything. He was walking down the streets, simply taking everything in. When I found him he was staring at Flora’s flowers.”

“You talked to him?” Albedo doesn’t seem quite as willing to run anymore but Kaeya is still loathe to let go of his hand, so instead he threads their fingers together.

“Yes. I had to talk some sense into him, mh?”

“What did you do?” Albedo breathes out, and he sounds so fondly annoyed that Kaeya dares to press a kiss to his knuckles.

“I gave him a choice. Either I kill him next time he shows up with your face, or he picks a face he can call his own and gets to have a place in this city.”

“Kaeya! He’s dangerous! You don’t know what he could do.”

“As dangerous as you or I? Or as Rosaria? Or Venti? Albedo, my love, the people in this city are hardly harmless. Yet we all choose to not hurt this city. If he chooses the same—who are we to judge.”

“Were you soft on him because he was wearing my face?” Albedo asks and it startles a laugh out of Kaeya.

“There’s no need to worry, sunshine. I knew immediately he wasn’t you.”

“How? He fooled everyone else on Dragonspine.”

“But I’m not everyone else. I know you. There is no disguise he could wear that would ever make me mistake him for you.” Kaeya leans back on the couch, pulling on Albedo’s hand until he stumbles right onto his lap. “Now are you quite done with being stupid or is there something else?”

“You act as if it could be that easy,” Albedo mumbles but he doesn’t move to get out of Kaeya’s lap, so he counts it as a win. “What if there are other’s out there?”

“Then we’ll deal with them, too. Hell, if it makes you feel better, I promise right now to even tell Rhinedottir to suck it should she ever come back and threaten you. No one gets to do that.”

Albedo lets out a scandalized gasp.

“Kaeya!”

“What? She’s just a woman, my love. Just like you are just a man. Now, are we going to have a fight that will end with you not leaving me anyway or can we skip that and cuddle?”

“You’re insufferable,” Albedo mutters, but he slings his arms around Kaeya’s neck. “I didn’t want to leave you. I just thought—”

“You would protect me,” Kaeya finishes for him and presses a kiss to his hair. “But there’s no need for that. We protect each other best when we stay together, alright?”

“Alright,” Albedo whispers. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Kaeya gives back without hesitation and then—finally—he gets to do what he wanted to do all along.

Cuddle the love of his life on their couch in their home.

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Dawn of the North || Robb Stark

Robb Stark x OC

-> Chapter XI "The Letter"

Chapter XII "In the sight of the Seven..." [+18]

"And how am I supposed to plan next battles while you're sitting here?" Robb finally spoke up. Some time ago, Amy came to see him for a 'moment', but it didn't look like she would be leaving anytime soon.

"Don't do it now." she shrugged. "Tomorrow is a day too." she said, but then something else took her attention.

And that other thing was the direwolf who was suddenly right next to her and placed his head on her lap. This wasn't the first time Grey Wind had come to her like this and started demanding petting, and she didn't mind.

"You're so adorable..." she said, immediately focusing her attention on the direwolf and petting him. "I knew there were direwolves in the North, but I never had the opportunity to become such friends with one." she smiled broadly when he placed his paw on her lap, clearly enjoying her stroking him. "I only have one friend who also has a direwolf." at this point, Robb turned around in his chair and looked at the girl completely focused on his animal.

"A friend from your kingdom?" she looked up at him, but didn't stop petting the direwolf.

"Let's just say that, but I got along better with her brother. Ryledia is... Difficult to deal with." Amy put it rather delicately. It's true that she knew that if push came to shove, she could count on the brunette, but... She had a difficult character, getting along with her was considered a miracle, and her interests were also controversial, considering that she was a Lady after all. . If she were here... She'd probably challenge Robb and half his army to a duel by now. "And her Aresh didn't seem to like me very much, he growled at me a lot, I don't even know why." she heard Robb laugh first in response.

"But I feel like Grey Wind loves you more than me."

"Maybe I should marry him instead. He won't laugh at me and will always keep me warm with his fur." she joked, right after the direwolf got tired of being petted and decided to leave - but not before he seemed to give a meaningful look to his owner, which made Amy laugh this time. "Was it 'hurt her and I'll hurt you'?"

"I hope not." he replied, standing up and walking towards her, and there was silence for a moment. "But even if, I will never hurt you anyway." saying this, he took her hand and kissed the back of it. Even though he was smiling at her, she could clearly see that something was bothering him. "Especially when we get married." he let go of her hand and started walking around the tent.

So that was bothering him...

The fact that he doesn't show her feelings in public and that she insists that she won't marry him when he's still promised to someone else.

Well, at least she already knew what was bothering him.

"You'll see, he'll probably send you a raven with a letter today, canceling your pack of marriage with one of his daughters. Because he didn't send me away with nothing." Amy finally said, breaking the silence that had settled between them in the tent again. She sat there and, uncharacteristically, continued embroidering something (something she had started doing before Grey Wind forced her to pet him). "Frey is largely a coward who is interested in keeping his ass warm and possibly collecting titles for his children." she said without beating around the bush. "I think he has succumbed to my gift for diplomacy." she smiled slightly and looked up from her work at Robb, who was still walking around the tent because of her.

"It will be more interesting when he hears that you married me." she rolled her eyes. She probably would, but she didn't think about it at the time. She didn't care and probably didn't even think that she would have anything to do with Lord Frey in the future.

Mistake.

"I can say that my father forced me right after Frey released you from the obligation to marry. An innocent lie." she shrugged. "What can he give you other than the bridge? Because so far I have seen a whole army of poor children and another very young wife of his. I think even younger than me." he laughed at these words.

"Well, he has several thousand troops in his stronghold..."

"I have more..." she muttered, going back to embroidering. "And I'm a princess. I probably couldn't have been kidnapped from a better family." Robb smiled and shook his head. Sometimes it was hard for him to tell whether she was serious or joking. "Okay, unless you happen to like older people, in which case you could go for Cersei Lannister under the pretense of peace through marriage." at this point he couldn't help but laugh.

"No, by the Gods, there's no way, no!" they were laughing together when a man entered the tent.

"Your Grace." he turned to Robb and inclined his head towards him. "A raven from the Twins has come." Robb quickly took the rolled paper from him and sent the man away, saying something quickly and rather indistinctly.

He unfolded the letter and began to read while Amy watched him carefully.

"Put it down." he finally said unexpectedly, referring to what she was embroidering and the needle and thread, but he didn't even look at her. The slightly confused girl got up, put it all on the table and then looked at him incomprehensibly.

After a moment of silence, Robb ran up to her, hugged her, and started spinning around with her, smiling and kissing her.

"I pay all tribute to your 'gift of diplomacy', you are a miracle worker." he put her down and cupped her face and kissed her again. "He doesn't want me, what a relief..." she laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head back a little. "Don't laugh, now we can get married freely. Even tomorrow..."

"You're so impatient..." she dragged out the word 'so' a bit, and pretended that her legs were going weak under her so that he would take her in his arms, which worked. "Come on, wolf, run to your mother and say it over her ear." he rolled his eyes and walked with her to the bed, where he laid her down.

"First, I'll enjoy you some more, it's news for us, first of all." he smiled and started kissing her neck, undoing the buttons of her dress, which he finally took off, getting rid of his clothes in the process.

* * *

"Are you sure you want to do this?" his mother asked him the next day when he went to talk to her during the day. "Walder Frey..."

"He can't hold any grudge against me." he interrupted her, sitting down in a chair. "He broke the contract." he shrug.

In fact, he didn't quite know why he came to talk to her at all. Was he looking for some approval? That his mother would finally accept his decision?

"And if he did this, he must be planning something else."

"I don't care about it right now." he said truthfully. "I have no influence on it anyway."

Catelyn just sighed. How else is she supposed to explain this...?

"Marriage isn't a five-minute thing, so I just ask: Are you sure?"

"I love her." he stated immediately, although his mother was still not convinced. She was afraid of what would happen after some time, when they would finally stop getting along, the first arguments would appear and what then? Will they still love each other like this?

She was afraid of this because - among other things - she would have to look at it and probably try to alleviate these conflicts. It wasn't even about the fact that she and Amy had a hard time getting along, but about how little they knew each other. She knew practically nothing about this girl, she didn't know what she might be planning and what the consequences would be. But her son didn't seem to notice any of these.

"Do whatever you want, you'll do it anyway." she sighed, spreading her arms. "You always eventually do that."

* * *

In the evening, as said earlier, the wedding took place. Guess Robb just didn't want to wait for Frey's possible change of heart and take advantage of the moment of peace they had while in camp.

They chose to be alone with the Septon during this important moment for them. With only four torches providing light nearby and the sky illuminated by the moon, they stood side by side in front of the Weirwood, listening to the Septon's words.

Robb took off his cloak and stepped closer to Amy, then gently placed it over her shoulders and pinned it at the front as a sign that as a husband he took her under his protection and would keep her safe. He then took her hand gently, and then they intertwined their fingers, and the Septon tied a ribbon around their hands, saying the formula to the Seven Gods, and then these words:

"In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Look upon one another and say the words." they turned to face each other, looking straight into each other's eyes.

She felt like her heart was about to burst out of her chest. This was finally happening in her life, she was getting married and not to someone her father had put under her nose... She was doing it not out of obligation but out of feeling, she was truly happy standing next to him, not unhappy that her 'freedom' ends.

It's true that she was a bit afraid of what her parents would say, because they would undoubtedly find out about it someday, but... She didn't care at the moment.

But what about him? There were no worries on his mind at the moment. He was happy that what he had been thinking about for so long was finally becoming true and the woman he loved would become his wife. His only regret was that his father couldn't see this moment...

"Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his/hers and he/she is mine. From this day until the end of my days." after saying these words at the same time, Robb cupped her cheek and kissed her. Long, tenderly, with joy and love.

Immediately after the kiss, he pressed their foreheads together, looking into her eyes and lightly stroking her cheek with his thumb.

It happened.

They are married.

But now... There's still the wedding night left.

* * *

"So... We're alone at last, my beautiful wife." he said, stroking her hair with his hand.

"Finally... But not quite according to tradition." she joked.

"Nothing is lost, I can call some Lords if you want." since she started this topic... Who would he be if he didn't take it further?

"No, that's not necessary." she laughed nervously, shaking her head quickly. She walked up to Robb and clinging to his body wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his hands resting on her waist.

"And very well." he stated, bowing his head a little to press their foreheads together. "Only I can see you like this."

"How?" she asked innocently, slightly parting her lips.

In response, she felt a hand wandering along her back to the beginning of her corset. Then a gentle tug on the ribbon and a hot kiss, while the other hand started untying the corset. Taking its time, the material slowly became looser, and after some time it began to separate from the body here and there.

As for Robb's clothes, it looked a bit different... The untied shirt was not treated so gently, but quickly landed somewhere on the floor. Amy's dress, however, was removed very delicately, as if it was hiding an even more delicate treasure or something that could easily be frightened.

This is how he treated her body as soon as the dress fell to the ground. By lightly running his hands over her skin, he made her shiver and make her even more impatient. It was hard for him to just linger when he wanted to kiss every part of this beautiful, naked woman standing before him.

No, an extraordinary woman. His wife, his beloved. The person for whom he would throw the world at her feet if she asked him to. A person whom no one can take away from him and from whom he would prefer not to be separated until his death.

He roughly pulled her closer to him, kissing her harder than before, running his tongue around the inside of her mouth. Holding her by the neck, he moved back a few steps and finally leaned onto the bed, where they landed right next to each other. He immediately felt her hands move to the fastening of his pants and he involuntarily tensed up a bit.

"Are you impatient?"

"And who says this?" she answered with a question, throwing her bent leg over his hips and rubbing her crotch against his already noticeable member. "You are the hot-headed one." she rolled over, sitting astride him, with a slightly victorious smile. Looking him in the eye the whole time, she ran her fingertips down his chest, stopping at the fastening of his pants, which she undid with one tug on the string.

Just as she was about to pull his pants down, he immediately sat up and surprised her by flipping her onto her back. Taking advantage of this situation for a moment, he rubbed his nose against her breast, which he then began to tease with his mouth, while massaging her clitoris with his free hand.

"Please stop playing with me like that..." she finally muttered, feeling it was getting harder to breathe.

He stopped for a moment, his breath caressed the skin of her breasts and neck, and then he rose from the bed to take off his pants.

"I didn't quite expect this..." she added, rising to a sitting position.

She expected to get some specific answer, but all she heard was some muttering under his breath. However, she did not expect at all that he would pull her legs towards him and then immediately find himself between them. She rose back to a sitting position when she felt him fill her and, holding her by the hips, pressed her against him.

She couldn't say anything anymore, although she wanted to make a humorous comment, the pleasure filling her thoughts didn't allow her to do so. Closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against his.

The moment they kissed again and Amy put her hands in his hair, he started moving inside her. Slowly at first, enjoying every moan that went straight from her mouth to his. He was happy with the state he was reducing her to and that no one would take that away from him. Nor was he afraid that someone would suddenly come in and catch them doing something they shouldn't be doing, because now... Since the beggining of marriage, after all, everyone will expect children, and everybody knows how they're made. Over time, the movements became faster and faster. Taking advantage of the opportunity that Amy tilted her head slightly, he again started leaving reddish marks on her neck and cleavage, feeling his hair being pulled quite strongly. Finally, he turned her onto her back so that he could enter her even more confidently and forcefully, causing her to moan more and more.

Finally he felt the girl started to shiver in his arms and then he accelerated even more, intensifying her sensations. He came soon after, spilling himself inside her.

He took a few breaths with his head resting on her shoulder before laying down next to her.

"But it was better than what I expected." she said between deep breaths and placed her head on his chest, closing her eyes and listening to the not entirely calm heartbeat... Robb laughed briefly at these words and put his arm around her, kissing her somewhere between her hair.

"But I'm not done with you yet." he stated, moving his hand to her stomach. "Because you're not afraid of pregnancy anymore, are you?" she rolled her eyes at this clear reference to their first night together.

"I never said I didn't want children. I want to, but you'll have to wait a few months for your little princess or prince."

"It'll go by quickly, I don't count the time when I'm with you."

"Oh, now you're teasing me!" she laughed, rolling onto her back. "From what I've noticed, you're not the patient type."

"It depends on the matter." he leaned on his elbow and began to look at her, playing with strands of her hair. "I can wait for you. For the child as well. But when some Lord is late..." he made a face as if he was truly devastated. "All you have to do is sit down and have a break down."

"Well, that's life." Amy shrugged. "You just don't have the patience." she smiled as she said this. "Your mother has more patience with me than you have with anything."

"Oh no, that insult requires blood spill." he threw himself on her neck, and Amy couldn't stop laughing when everything seemed to foreshadow an imminent repeat of the entertainment...

-> Chapter XIII "Harrenhal" -> general masterlist -> Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon masterlist

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KINKTOBER DAY 25

kink of the day: Uniform

additional kinks/warnings: dirty, messy sex

characters: Vic and Julien :)

A/N: yes, I occasionally ship my own OCs with each other. These two are bitter exes who still think about each other a lot, apparently.

here’s some amazing art of these two idiots on Nar Shaddaa

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Right off the top of his head Vic could tell several stories in which thinking with his dick had gotten him in big trouble. He'd gotten shot once, stabbed and beaten up several times, and one time he had ruined a marriage and an intergalactic trade agreement, all because of one, amazing blowjob in an elevator, but none of those incidents could even begin to compare to the mistake he was about to make right now.

“That wasn't part of our deal.” Julien's voice was steady, but he didn't LOOK steady. More importantly, Vic realized he hadn't said 'no'. “Deals change.”

Julien retreated back to his stupid desk and turned his back on Vic. He was clearly stalling, busying himself with taking off the white gloves that went with his immaculate dress uniform. “I just.... I can't.” He didn't seem able to elaborate. His shoulders were tight with tension. Vic was strangely calm. He always was, once he had reached a decision. A few long strides closed the gap between them. Granted, this was the worst decision he had ever made. The absolute worst. But Vic had never been one to half-ass things. “Vic...”

Part of him knew that he should leave right now, before he went too far and there was no going back. He knew this, but instead of taking a step back, instead of punching Julien in the face as he had imagined himself doing so often, he grabbed a fistful of the immaculate white fabric and pulled the bastard in for a kiss.

The beard was new. It was surprisingly soft against his cheek. Vic had expected some resistance, some protest at least, but the lips under his parted eagerly for him, or perhaps desperately would be the better way to describe it.

The soft little moan that escaped Julien's lips definitely sounded desperate. He had closed his eyes, and only when Vic loosened his grip and released his jacket, did he open them again. Had they always been this green? Julien was panting, lips red and parted, face flushed a dark crimson, but he still didn't say 'no'. Vic let his hands run up and down the uniformed chest, stroking the brass and tracing the starched collar with his fingers. His hands were greasy, and left visible marks on the pristine fabric. He couldn't recall seeing Julien in a white uniform before, but he had to admit it looked good on him.

“You're getting my uniform dirty,” Julien complained, his voice a bit too shaky to have any authority.

“Looks like I am,” Vic laughed, leaning closer until he was only inches from the pale blonde hair on Julien's neck. The skin above the starched collar was sticky with sweat. Not one hair out of place on the admiral and his stupid imperial regulation haircut, but he actually shivered as Vic leaned closer. Damn. Last chance to step away and walk out now...

“You're going to get it all messy....” Julien's voice got even more shaky and thick with arousal. Vic could see the bulge starting to form in his uniform pants, and he knew for some reason that as soon as he touched it, he would have crossed some imaginary line. There would be no going back. “So? You always liked it when I made a mess on you.” Vic chuckled, sliding his hands lower to hook into the belt buckle. “Didn't you?”

“That's ridiculous. I don't want your dirty hands on my things,” Julien lied, the strict face he was trying to pull off failing as soon as Vic pushed his own pants down and took himself in hand, giving his cock a few long strokes. The expression on his face when he saw the piercing was very satisfying, Vic wasn't going to lie, he loved the way Julien's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him that this didn't make sense. Julien should have seen him pierced before, shouldn't he? But he pushed that thought away and rubbed his cock against the pristine white fabric of Julien's pants, enjoying the way the admiral's ears turned red too.

Something was off about this, Vic could sense it, but he couldn't bring himself to think too much about it right now. This felt too good. He couldn't stop. He stroked himself faster and was consumed by the fantasy of finishing all over Julien's pretty uniform, the one he was so proud of, to cover the bastard in his cum and…. There was a loud noise, a beeping. That didn't make sense either. Wait. What was... Before Vic could finish jerking off, the blaring alarms of his ship tore him from his dreams. He sat up on his bed, cursing violently, before he jumped out of the bed and dragged himself to the bridge to deal with the situation, trying to ignore his throbbing cock and more importantly, what he had just seen in his dream. Whom he had just seen.

That bastard was just going to continue to make his life miserable, wasn't he? Even after all those years.

#kinktober 22 #kinktober day 25 #swtor ocs #vic greydon #julien ferrel #I will never stop shipping these two #and I will probably never give them their happy ending #why am i doing this to myself again?

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csmeaner · 2 years

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Hey thanks for tagging me in that callout.

I just wanna say that, that person did all of this because they broke the rules enough time to get a 24 hour ban group the group.

They did this within their ban too.

I can't say I didn't expect my name to be up here but I'm not mad, just a bit upset that I have to show my side of the argument now because it'll take hours to put the screenshots in chronological order.

I'll answer any questions in the meantime though.

Oh also before I feed my cat, Benedict <3,

I run an OPEN Arpg. You can make as many characters as you want to join, given they follow the guidelines. It's also stupidly easy to buy trait upgrades in the shop (once school ends I can finish the Shop updates and re-release it for Player use.)

Im going through major updates for the group, even trying to raise money for a coder because im 15 and have never touched a bit of coding in my life, no less the kind needed to make a Breeding roller/ Activity rollers.

Anyway tangent over,

Hope you have a good day Mod Shit/Whoever runs this blog.

Love,

The shithead ;)

oh ho ho ho you sack of shit it's time. i was having a pretty good day and then you green-beaked bitch had to open your stupid fucking mouth @pikku-peruna

for anyone curious this is what they are in reply to, talking mad shit to a user for breaking the rules: here and here

and then they have the AUDACITY to message me like this as if the user breaking a rule was somehow the problem here. read those messages again and you'd have to be intentionally obtuse of stupid or both to not see the way you talked to someone is the entire reason this is an issue in the first place

and THEN GUYS while i was out they seemed to get it through their thick head that what they said was going to bite them in the ass and tried to backtrack by messaging all around as if that didn't make them look worse. i'm posting it all here because you pikku are a sack of shit that needs to face the consequences of your actions idc that you're 15 you have no right to talk to someone else like that and it's honestly pathetic you're trying to use your age to protect you from clearly abusive language

even going to other messages to try and save your image

and then what is definitely pikku on anon trying to save their own ass:

Okay, you want me to be the adult in this situation? Then I will. I am going to hold you accountable for every single thing you said and did and I am not going to let you sweep this under the rug to protect yourself. You made a mistake but you clearly are not apologetic for anything and are only saying things to get out of judgement. You have hurt others and stepped all over them and then have the audacity to ask for pity.

You are a cunt that did all of this to yourself. Every single screenshot clearly show your own deplorable behavior. Your private message to me is also nothing but backhanded attempts to save your pride and manipulate things to your benefit. You know exactly what you are doing. It doesn't matter what the other user did either because the way you treated them, swore needlessly, acted flippant and dismissive, gave warnings and then a ban without consultation, is what is being laid out, not to mention all of this attempt to save your 'reputation' that you have sunk by your own two hands.

I don't need an apology from a canker sore like you. Perhaps one day you can look back on this and realize how much of this is your entire fault, but I doubt right now you can fathom it. Go fuck yourself, it's on the internet forever.

Eat shit.

#cerifikn nation #long post

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m39 · 2 years

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Doom WADs’ Roulette (2000): Painful Evil

After Hell Factory, Tomi Rajala decided to create his first hell-themed map, or rather, release the remastered version of one of the first maps he ever created, with the new areas added and the old ones given more details. Is this map going to be better than Hell Factory?

Let’s find out.

#6: Painful Evil

Main author(s): Tomi Rajala (Lu Wang)

Release date: December 3rd, 2000

Version(s) played: ???

Required port compatibility: Limit-removing

Levels: 1 (MAP01 replacement)

This map looks good in my opinion. I’m not trying to be harsh towards it since this is one of Tomi’s first maps he ever created for Doom, even if Painful Evil is actually just based on that map. But, yeah, good job on the first map that is hell-themed. It kind of looks like a fortress build in this place I might add.

Painful Evil tends to get a little bit too complicated. There are many switches to press and it will make you lost during your first playthrough. The last one to press to finish this level is in the final area, where you have to jump from a bridge and go through the acid blood to the room with it to actually find it.

And speaking of acid blood, there is this stupid ass, marble cave filled with it that you are forced to go through at least five times from what I’ve experienced in order to finish this map. Could it really be a problem if we had at least one radiation suit for some help? It’s not cheating, and it wouldn’t hurt the map’s structure. In fact, it would make me like this map around 25% more.

Painful Evil does live up to its name since it tends to be hard. But sometimes I wonder if it’s fairly hard for half a time. I feel like half of the unfairness is, of course, from hitscanners, because tell me, in what kind of WAD do these fuckers sniping you from the long distances, or the position much higher/lower than you is fair and balanced? Or when you are suddenly surrounded/ambushed by a bunch of them? Does this count? ‘cause I’m not gonna tolerate five Hoovies emerging from the wall while I don’t have the Rocket Launcher to quickly and efficiently get rid of them.

...

Sometimes, there is a part of me that would rather have monsters that deal a fixed amount of damage rather than having the case of RNG.

Apologies if I might be giving more negative vibes than usual. It’s probably because I had mostly bad runs with this map, mostly without relation with the already mentioned annoying benefactors.

For exchange, I have one funny thing for you to look at to change the mood: A floating box of shells!

I don’t think you have any doubts by now that I prefer Tomi’s previous WAD rather than this one. I know, I shouldn’t be that harsh towards this map since it’s based on one of the author’s first maps and clearly, there will be made mistakes, but on the other hand, Painful Evil somewhat counts as a remaster of that map, and that means it should’ve been at least good, but after playing it I don’t even want to think what the original map was like. If this stupid tunnel with blood was removed or we were given radiation suit, and the amount of hitscanners was reduced, or at least their positions were changed in such a way that you would happily mow them down, then I would probably recommend you this map without any doubts. But in this state, this map is just fine for me. Play it if you have a lot of patience.

But the future seems to be bright. Next WAD is not only a total conversion but also has a port created for GZDoom. So maybe I’ll have a better time with that one.

Until then, see you next time.

Bye!

#doom #Doom WAD #review #Doom 2 #doom mod #2000 #doom 2000 #doom painful evil #painful evil #Doom WADs’ Roulette

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sapphic-and-stupid · 3 years

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Small spiders: uwu cuties

Big spiders on my ceiling: middle aged individuals leasing my free space

Big spiders in a cup: effervescent. Gorgeous

Big spiders free on my floor: I HATE YOU DIE IM TELEPATHICALT RIPPING OFF YOUR LEGS AND PUTTING THEM IN A JAR KYS

#literally hallucinating them in the corner of my vision rn I’m SO scared 😭#I swear to god it’s the same one as last to #e too #I made a mistake releasing you I see it clearly now. this time your ass is going in the kill jar

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destyyy098 · 2 years

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Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, oral (f!receiving), fem!reader, fingering, rough sex, drunk sex (consensual!), praise, petname use, praise

Excuse any typing mistakes please! <3

It was another long night at the tavern, you woudn't even think of going to the well-known angels share of mondstadt without your boyfriend, the retired god of freedom. He was drunk, and you just paid the once again large fee of mora to the taverna owner, Diluc. You quickly said your goodbyes, took Ventis arm and dragged him out of the tavern he loved oh so much.

Finally arrived at your new apartment, you looked at Venti before sitting him on your shared bed. "Don't move, ill get you some Water, love!" You said as you walked into the kitchen. When you returned you gave him the Water, hoping to sober him up before he goes to bed. Hes a night owl anyways so there will surely be a few hours before he plans to sleep. He drinks the Water calmly, weirdly covering his lap with the blanket. Out of Interest, you sit next to him and take his hand away in order to remove the blanket, succesfully. You quickly notice why Venti was covering himself, as you see a small tent in his pants. Venti notices you staring, so he puts the glass away and looks at you, blushing.

"Pease help me out [name]... you got me into this anyways..." he gripped your hip and pushed you close to him. "You bend down so nicely at the tavern right before we left... i had a perfect view of your ass."

"V-Venti! Since when have you been so perverted!" You said to him your blush deepening. "Don't act like this is your first time, naughty girl! We both know what you say once we are deeper into it." He smirked and took off his cape and shirt after. "Fine! Just dont tell anyone!" You took off your clothes, leaving you in only your bra and underwear. Venti's erection clearly only got worse, so he took off even the last pieces of clothing you had left.

"As beautiful as ever my muse." The bard proceeded to push 2 fingers into you, making you moan out his name in shock.

"Just like that, let me hear your beautiful voice." He spoke as he started moving his fingers in a fast pace. Most people would say he wasn't the most attractive but he surely knew how to handle his fingers. "Faster! It feels so good!" You continued to moan out, which only boosted Ventis ego. Venti could feel you getting closer as your walls firmly squeezed ventis fingers. When finally, you released you let out a long moan, which followed Venti licking his fingers in a fast motion. "As tasty as ever, my dandelion. Now let us get to the better part.." he took off his remaining clothes, with his 7 inch dick making you fantazise again.

Venti turned you around and pushed your head into the pillow, ass up head down. He lined up his tip with your entrance and slowly pushed in.

After a few seconds, without any warning, he started moving making you moan desperatly. "Faster! Please Venti!" You tried moaning through the pillow, just loud enough for Venti to understand who fulfilled your wish and quickened his moves. He slammed into you as if your life depended on it, making you moan louder each time he went in. After a few linutes you felt his dick twitching, signaling he was close. His thrusts became harder, as with a final one Venti came into you, filling you up. This made you release too. Venti pulled out and you quickly collapsed on the bed.

"Such a good girl for me! You deserve to be rewarded don't you? Hm... What a nice idea, c'mere love, sit down."

He winked at you as he laid down and signaled you to sit on his face, his favourite thing to reward you with. You coudn't say you hated it either..

You went to venti and positioned yourself just ontop of his face, just so he could breath. Venti quickly got to work, and swirled his tongue around your still sensitive part. You could only hold your hands before your louth in an attempt to muffle your moans, but Venti didnt appreciate that and slapped your hands away with his own. He wanted to hear your lovely voice after all, he wanted to know how good he made you feel.

He kept moving his tongue faster, in and out of you, it was almost impressive how skilled he was. You coudnt hold back anymore and came, right ontop of him. He licked up all of your liquids, and you got off him.

"Your such a good girl, aren't you? Let me clean you up love." He picked you up and put you into the warm bath he already prepared, washing you and himself off.

♡

#venti #venti smut #genshin impact #genshin venti #genshin smut #venti x reader #smut

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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The Dickening.

Kink: Masochism || Hair-pulling || Orgy

Pairing: 7 Demons x MC (F) [Lucifer x MC, Mammon x MC, Leviathan x MC, Satan x MC, Asmo x MC, Beelzebub x Belphegor x MC].

Fandom: Obey Me.

Warning: Fingering, Oral (Male and female), vaginal sex, over-stimulation, breath-play, multiple-partners, spit-roasting, marking, rough-play, internal cum-shot, aphrodisiac.

Day 14 of @alloveroliver.

Including prompts from @xxsycamore

Thank you once more to @theinariakuma, @crystal13unny and @andinewton for beta-ing (You are all angels).

Part 2

Tags: @thequeenofotakus-blog, @kumovii @fairstival @acr2m @lilliansstuff @coldnachopeace @omg-mz-fanfic @mammonsmainsimp @0-miles-away

“These should… help with the process,” Lucifer presented to you a table full of different bottles. Half of them glistening pink with shimmers of glitter, the others sky-blue with swirls of green inside. “The pink should help to… how do I put this… give additional help for you to ease the entry,” Lucifer turned slightly red as he gestured to the bottles.

“It’s an aphrodisiac sweetie,” Asmo giggled, “It will help you to take us,”.

“T-Take us? How big exactly are you!” You questioned, eye’s widening as a blush took over your face.

“Well speaking for myself, you’ll need a whole bottle, maybe two,” He winks in response to you, causing a shot of arousal to tingle down your spine, thighs clenching in anticipation. “Oh sweetie, you already smell so good, I can’t wait to simply taste your delicate flower,” Asmo already sensed your arousal as he ran a hand up your thigh, causing a hitched breath from you.

“Hey hands off my human! Once I’m done with her, she’ll simply be begging for me and forget about the rest of ya,” Mammon huffed, a pink tint to his cheeks as he caught your eye. When you turned back to face Lucifer, Mammon made a gesture with his fingers in the shapes of ‘L’s to try to show to his brothers just how big his cock was.

“Anyway,” Lucifer rolled his eyes at the annoyance of being interrupted, “The blue is for afterwards, I dare say my brothers might get a bit handsy during their time and I want, - I mean we want no discomfort on your behalf, any bruises, marks, bites, any… of their…” Lucifer went redder and redder as he spoke.

“Basically we can cum in ya with no worries,” Beelzebub finally took over, “Of course if that's okay with you,”.

“As Beelze so crudely put it, but what he said is true, there is no fear of any… mistakes happening, in heat our product tends to be extremely fertile and urges take over, when we… well you know,” Lucifer once again fading out. You can’t help but try not to laugh at his awkwardness, but this is clearly new territory to his and them all as it is to you. “Solomon has worked tirelessly to perfect these, you have nothing to fear, I assure you,”.

“Okay,” You nod with a swallow, “So how does this work? Are you all, like at the same time?”.

“No,” Lucifer quickly interrupts your question, “No, heat will last over the next week, each of my brothers have chosen a day to spend with you as long as you wish to continue,”.

“We wanted to give you a day of rest so me and Beelze have shared a day,” Belphegor perked up. “I hope you handle two demon cocks at the same time princess,” He whispers into your ear as he leans over your shoulder, causing a deep blush to rise on you. The remaining brothers protesting to see it and yell at Belph to get off you.

“I apologise for him, he always seems to be most affected when the build up starts,” Lucifer scowls as Belph quickly pulls back from you. “Is there anything?”.

“No, that's all,” You smile softly as Lucifer takes your hand and gently squeezes it, his own kind smile matching yours, “I- I know you guys won’t hurt me, I trust you,”.

It was a rare time in the house of Lamentation, for the first time ever all the brothers' heat were syncing up to take place over the same week. Normally they had separate weeks spread throughout the year, only this time heat week occurred from the eldest to the youngest. And to make matters worse, you, their little precious human, was there. They all knew heat was coming two weeks before it started, intolerable lust coursing through their veins, extra sensitive to smell, being in demon form without any control. All were suffering.

Lucifer had offered for you to stay with Solomon, but his at times harsh humour and persona would make it a very un-enjoyable week. In all honesty you wanted to help the brothers, they did so much for you that you were desperate to give back.

You couldn’t even deny the sexual tension between each and everyone of them. As if each one wanted to claim you, pact with you, but couldn’t due to their brothers. It lingered thick in the air, a too long touch of the hand from Satan, a heated gaze from Lucifer when no one was looking, a playful grab to your ass from Mammon. All little things that held value to you, cherished moments and feelings towards them all.

So when you awoke a week before their heat, all of their faces shocked at your words during the morning meeting over breakfast, “Well, what if I help you?” After some much needed discussion, Mammon, Levi and Asmo needing no persuasion, you came to an agreement with the brothers.

And that is how you found yourself being prepared to be the ultimate sex toy amongst six devilishly handsome demons.

Day One:

Lucifer was right, the potion you drank in the morning had sent your nerves alight, heat and want pulsing throughout your body. Your stomach twisted in knots, arousal shooting straight down your spine and to your core.

With bated breath you made your way to Beelzebub and Belphegor’s room, dressed in only a thin tank top and shorts. You didn’t even make it to the door where it was flung open, Beel eagerly licking his lips, eyes the colour of the galaxy now swarmed with a clear lusting cover.

“I could smell you all the way down the corridor,” He hummed, holding your waist and pulling you into his room, his face buried in your neck, “You smell delicious, almost too good to eat,”. A groan comes from the other side of the room, Belphegor sat atop of his bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and a sly grin. Both were already in their demonic forms, heads adorned with onyx horns as iridescent wings slowly fanned the room. A thick tail with hair fanned out at the bottom twitched occasionally as they undressed you with their eyes.

There was no time for formalities or jokes in the situation, you were here to help them with heat and that was exactly what you were going to do. Clothes dispersed around the room, two sets of hands stripping them off you as fingers touched every inch of your freshly exposed skin. Sandwiched between the two, lips fighting a tongue battle with Beel as Belphie sucked on your neck, leaving red growing marks in their wake. The size of their cocks had made you clench over nothing, both long with thick girths, Belphies with a thick meaty vein running from base to tip on the underside. They both growled to see your eyes widen at them, red-hot and pulsing with need.

“You're so wet already,” Belphie hummed lowly into your ear, the soft brush of his tail grazing between your spread legs to feel the wetness already at your slit, before sinking his teeth into your lower lobe. You moaned into Beels mouth, unsure of whose fingers were running circle motions over your clit whilst two more pushed straight into you.

A sharp hand in your hair turned your face to the side so Belphie could kiss you, his teeth nipping at your lower lip, leaving it red and bruised as he sucked on it before releasing with a lewd pop. Beel kissed his way down your torso before dropping to his knees. The fingers on your clit stopped at he slid them to your ankle to grip it gently and lift your leg to rest on his shoulder.

“Fuck you smell so good,” He muttered bringing his nose to your exposed flesh and inhaling deeply. The tiniest flick of his tongue over your clit sent you clenching over Belphie’s fingers causing a hiss from the demon behind you.

‘Move!” Beel growled at his brother's fingers as he licked a long stripe from where they entered you to the end of your clit.

“I wanna make her cum first,” Belphie hissed, pulling himself away from the red-marks he was leaving along your neck, moving his fingers to curl inside you. You let out a whimper, the potion inside you drastically increasing your sensitivity. Every little touch, breath or noise was tenfold the usual, your skin and blood on fire as you craved more and more.

“Please,” You whimpered, “Please I need more.” The two brothers exchanged a nod in silence, both of them stepping away as you whined at the loss, only for them to guide you onto one of their beds. From there they lay you down on your back, head hanging off the edge of the bed. Beel sat between your spread thighs whilst Belphie stood in front of you. His cock right in your eye-line as you stared up at it with hooded eyes, tongue darting out to wet your lips.

“Now be a good princess,” Belphie cooed softly as you let out a high pitched whine to feel Beel already with his head between your thighs, licking and sucking on your heated flesh like it was his first meal of his life, “Let Beel eat that pretty little pussy of yours whilst I fuck your pretty little mouth.” His cock already in your mouth by the time he finished his sentence, groaning loudly to see your lips stretch as he pushed more of him into you.

It was awkward in the position to move your head, letting Belphie cup the back of your head where it met your neck as he thrusted into your mouth with wild abandonment. “Oh you can take more, I know you can,” The pink liquid you had taken helped to ease the motion as his head hit the back of your throat, choking you slightly without the repercussion of a gag-reflex. One hand grasped on his thigh while the other sought purchase in Beelze's hair, tugging and grasping at each movement of his tongue.

Saliva pooled in your mouth, running down your face each time he thrusted out and back in, a twisted smile on his face as he kept his eyes focused on you at all times. A humming growl of primal instinct came as he thrust faster, watching the outline of his cock at the top of your throat appear and disappear each time.

Your throat tightened as Beel’s tongue thrusted into your core after such teasing of his tongue over your clit causing your eyes to widen and a low groan to roll in your throat..

“Do that again and I’ll cum.” Belphie groaned with his head tossed back, a particular harsher thrust down your throat as you attempted to swallow the pre-cum already releasing from him.

Beel did the action again, this time curling his tongue which made your back arch off the bed, thighs pushing tightly against either side of his head. The grip in his hair tightened, anchoring him in place to where you needed him most. You were already so close. You hummed again but this time louder, the vibrations of your enclosed throat proving to be too much as Belphie gripped your head tightly, pushing his cock to be fully hilted inside you as you choked around him once more as he came. Hot-white salted release dribbling down the back of your throat, filling your mouth to the point it leaked from your lips leaving a trail of essence and saliva down your mouth.

“What a pretty sight princess, what a good girl you are taking all of me like that,” Belphie running his thumb along your cheek as you tried to catch your breath but mewls fell from it as Beel tongue fucked you harder. Belphie dropped to his knees, leaning your chest up and resting your head on his shoulder as he cupped your breasts, tugging sharply at your nipples causing another moan and buck of the hips from you to Beel’s face. The angle Belphie put you in gave you a perfect view of the ginger brother between your thighs. The hand now free from Belphie’s thigh joined the other to grasp Beelze’s hair, clutching to it to ground you as he brought you closer and closer to ecstasy. “Now be even better and cum all over his face,”.

It didn’t take much more than those words and Beel’s heated gaze as he peered up from between your thighs whilst his tongue twisted and curled inside you to find a release. Only you didn’t cum.

Hot arousal pulsed from within you, starting from your scalp down to your toes as your back arched full of Belphie, fingers now twisting into the bed sheets below. Your hips bucked wildly as you cried out, core pulsing tighter and tighter. Your eyes screwed shut as you collapsed back down, ragged breaths from you and deep monstrous groans from the two brothers. Only when you open your eyes did you realise what had happened.

You’d squirted.

Something you didn’t know you were able to do, all over Beel’s face which was dripping down onto his godly-defined torso. The sight itself made you clench and thighs clamp together.

A snarl came from Beel, as Belphie continued to thumb over your nipples, gripping your thighs and wrenching them open as he knelt back between them. One hand keeping them open as the other wrapped around his throbbing cock, his eyes focused on your pulsing core before moving up to whine at your cum stained mouth which was still dripping with Belphies release. His wings fluttered quickly, the horns embedded in his orange hair seemed to throb in time to his cock. Two quick jerks, a deep groan and Beel found his release, spewing hot seed onto your stomach and thighs.

His cock still stood solid after as had Belphies, arousal still high in the air between all three of you as you realised none of you would be satisfied until you were passing out.

“I can’t wait to feel you squirt all over my cock,” Belphie groaned into your ear followed by a groan from Beel as they moved you into position on your hands and knees.

Day two:

The bites and marks the two brothers had left all over your skin were no-longer visible the following morning, the seed that filled you to the point of dripping from you was also gone. No aches, no pains, nothing.

“I trust my brothers treated you well yesterday?” Leviathan asked when you turned up to his room, inspecting your skin for any marks or bruises.

“Yes, Beel and Belphi-!” You started only to be cut off as Leviathan pinned you to the solid oak door.

“Oh normie, normie, normie,” He chuckled darkly, his orange eyes burning into your soul as they hinted a darkness behind them, “Don’t you know who you're dealing with?” His tail snaked up around your abdomen before curling gently around your neck, “Don’t ever mention another man's name when in my presence.” followed by a light squeeze to your neck.

The avatar of envy for clear reasons.

Levi led you over to his bed, a bathtub now filled with water and the heavenly scent of rose. Your normally shy friend wasted no time, pulling you to him as he kissed you softly, holding you close to him as he gently tugged at your clothes. “Off!’ He whispered as he bit your lip before pulling back, pulling off the large hoodie he was wearing along with jeans with pure commando underneath. You couldn’t help but gasp to see the already-semi he’d gotten, although between your thighs were also already wet.

He helped you into the water, lying down as he pulled you to straddle him, his lips already re-attaching to yours as his hands fondled your breasts. The snake-like feel of his tail inching up your thighs to brush against your sex, both of you hissing at the feel of it. Thick and smooth.

He moved one hand down to cup your ass, whilst the other held your waist as he moved hot kisses down to your collarbone, a sharp bite every now and then before focusing his attention on your breasts. Capturing them in his mouth as he sucked on a nipple, sharp teeth grazing over them as you threw your head back, unable to stop yourself from grinding over his tail that rested against your clit.

“Oh Levi…” You moaned out, the gentle push of the tip of his tail into your core. Never had you felt something like this, warm yet cold, thicker and thicker it went as he slowly pushed more into you, stretching you ready for the girth of his cock. You cling to his shoulders for support as he thrusts slowly in and out until your arousal runs down his tail and mixes into the water below.

Heat rose to your cheeks as the tip of his tail curled inside you, searching until-

“Oh!” You cried out, clenching tightly as he found the spot he was looking for.

“I want you to cum on my tail,” He groaned against your skin, continuing to repeatedly hit that spot over and over again. Your vision flooded with stars, breaths becoming more sparse with each second as you grinded down against his movements.

“I- I wanna...Levi...I,” You whimper, scratching red marks down his chest, the pit of your stomach dropping as the coil tightened like your muscles around him.

“Words baby, tell me,” He gently pushed a piece of hair stuck to your sweating forehead behind your ear.

“I wanna cum on your cock…” Embarrassment pushed to the side as you felt him still for a mere second. A lowly chuckle fell from his lips, sitting up in the water to slap your ass before squeezing it.

“Begging to be fucked already I see?” He sucks on your lower lobe, “You good girl.” The motion of his tail quickens, bringing on your orgasm in rushed speed as you wither in his hold, circling your hips as they buck against him. Head thrown back with a trail of sweat running down your back as you collapse against his chest. “Now,” He pulls his tail out of you as you whimper slightly, only to have the head of his cock pushing into you, “You can come on my cock,”. He pushed into you slowly, he was thick with a stretch that still burned slightly even with the potion and you were still sensitive from your orgasm.

“L-Levi! S-Stop!” You gasp, pushing your hand to his chest as he completely stilled, even in heat a demon knew ‘no’.

“Is everything okay? Should I pull out? I-I,” Levi’s normal persona slipping through the cracks of his heat, cock still buried partly inside you.

“N-no I, I’m gonna cum,” You say in short breaths, focusing your hardest not to move as his cock currently pressed against a spot inside you that was about to have you undone in seconds.

“Oh baby girl,” He grins with a cheshire smile, “Then cum.”. With that he shallowly thrusts into the same spot, the angle of his cock, the throbbing of his head, the push of his tail against your clit sent you hurtling off the edge with only half of his cock inside you. You convulsed around him, squeezing him as you pulsed, only for him to push further into you, fighting against your tightening walls. Your head dropped to his shoulder moaning loudly, your chest pressed to his as he held your hips to guide you into a grind. You whimpered from over-sensitivity, tears pooling in your eyes as you glanced up to see Levi smirking down at you.

“Don’t worry baby,” He thrusted into the grind, tail never slowing its movements on your clit as you spasmed over him, “I’ll give you exactly what you asked for.” Thrusting into you at a speed where water splashed out of the side, another wave of pleasure hit you as you bonelessly collapsed against him, letting orgasm after orgasm wave across you until your mind was blank.

Day 3:

Sore muscle? None.

Imprints around your neck from where Levi’s tail had gripped you? None.

You woke up the next morning to an ache between your thighs, as if you were already desperate to be filled once more by another brother.

Only it turned out the ache wasn’t purely from you.

“Good morning sweetie,” Rose studded eyes peering from between your thighs as you looked down, Asmo with his chin and mouth slick, “I must say I’m surprised it’s taken you so long to wake up after the way you’ve been calling out for me all morning,”. You can feel the slickness already dripping down your thighs and ruining your bedsheets.

“Asmo…” You wither, throwing your head back as a long stripe of his tongue started from your core to your clit, a hum of approval as he does. You try to reach down and bury your fingers in his hair but a cold movement stops you, your hands bound by handcuffs to the bed.

“Sorry sweetie, but the way you were tugging my hair, I was going to lose control,” Followed by a gentle nip to your thigh.

“How long-... how long have you.. fuck,” You whimper, pushing your heels down as you feel two fingers thrusting into you, the sound of wet arousal already filling your room.

“Three my dove, and I think,” He twists his fingers causing your back to arch with a pleasant sigh, “Your about to give me a fourth.” And just like that you came again around his fingers, crying out to feel your walls tense and pulse. “I knew you would taste sweet.” He whispered against your clit, pulling his fingers out to replace them with his tongue. Curling the lengthy muscle inside you to lap up all your sweet release.

“Looks like the aphrodisiac is starting to work on you.” He teases, head still buried between your thighs as you turn to see two empty bottles of it beside you, Asmo had clearly poured them into your mouth whilst you were asleep. Not that you minded, this was a beyond pleasant way to wake up.

“Asmo!” Hips bucking, fists tugging against the steel of the cuffs around you, “More, god please more.” The lips around your lower ones suck once before releasing with a wet pop.

“Oh sweetie…” He hums, pulling himself away, crawling slowly up your body to press his wet lips against your ear, “There is no god here, there is only me.” Your eyes widen to feel the heated length sliding against your folds, coaxing himself in your arousal. He leans over to press a kiss to your lips, tongue running around your lower before pulling back. “You taste like sweet berries,” He giggles. “Now,” He strokes a finger down your arm before it meets the handcuffs, “Shall I take these off… oh I guess I’ll leave them on then”. Half through his sentence you shook your head, a meek ‘Please keep them on’ came from you.

Kneeling up, Asmo kept himself between your parted legs as he stroked himself. You let out a whimper to see him-

-Asmo was right, you definitely needed two bottles to take him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” Asmo stroked your thigh as if sensing your nerves at his size. The stretch of him as he pushed in brought tears to your eyes, the drag of him against your velvet walls sent a heat across your body. Cheeks rising as you panted already, the feeling of being so full as he buried himself to the hilt inside you. His name fell over and over from your mouth as he pulled back to thrust forward, the squeak of the bed growing louder with each quickening thrust. His hands gripped on to your waist as your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrusted into you, your ass resting upon his thighs.

“You feel so good,” Asmo rolled his hips into you, hitting every sweet spot inside you that made you sing out to him.

“Oh… fuck Asmo… harder.” You moaned beneath him, digging your heels into his lower back to spur him on.

A chuckle isn’t the reaction you expected.

“You want it harder sweetie? My beautiful little human likes it rough?” He teased, peering down to watch you nod eagerly.

“Oh sweetie.” He smirked, hoisting your legs off of him and throwing them over his shoulders as he slammed into you, hands tightly holding your ankles. Your heated screams of pleasure were drowned out by the headboard shunting against the wall, the mattress struggling to cope with the roughening thrusts. Springs beneath you threatening to snap, like the coil within you that was already on the verge of breaking.

The position of your hands above you gave him a perfect view of the way your breasts bounced with each thrust, admiring the way they slapped against your skin like the way his hips did against yours.

“Gonna… gonna cum Asmo…” You groaned, back raising off the bed as your thighs began to tremble. Within the next breath Asmo pulled out and flipped you over, pulling your hips up as he thrusted back into you, he’d been kind enough to cross your arms when he cuffed them so during the flip it was a comfortable position.

“Cum for me my sweetie, let my brothers know who’s making you feel so good,” He sings out, thrusting in abandonment into you. A bite to your neck pushes you over the edge, his name crying from your mouth so loud it could be heard throughout the house.

Day 4:

“Mammon…”

“Mammon…!”

“Mammon!”

The moans from you getting louder and louder in pitch from the kitchen. Sat upon the wooden work surface, legs spread wide with white tufts of hair between them. Mammon ravaged you on the spot after he told you, ‘I need my breakfast’. The normally teasing demon swept you up straight up on the counter and tugged your shorts and panties down before you could even take another breath.

“So good, so sweet my human.” He groaned, holding your lower lips apart with one hand as the other pushed against your thighs to stop them from crushing his head.

Head thrown back to hit the tiled wall behind you, fingers grasping on to his horns causing him to rutt his hips against the cabinets, the lewd wet noises of him eating you like a feast filled in the air. Chest rising up and down as you tugged your top down with one hand, toying with your own exposed nipples for a slight added stimulation. The grunt that left Mammon to peer up and see it, was all you needed to be pushed over the edge. It was a purely erotic sight to be hold.

He took you against the counter, hips thrusting into you with pure control and precision. Mammon unraveled you faster than he could swipe Goldie. Only the orgasm you gave him was much more satisfying to his needs than spending money. Leaving a sticky trail of evidence upon the counter, for only someone else to discover later in the day.

Your lips were wrapped around his cock at least three times. One in the shower, once on his bed and once upon the pool table. Each time ending in your mouth full of his release, too much for you to swallow causing it to dribble out down your chin and spread against your chest. Mammon burning the sight into his mind.

He bent you over every piece of furniture he could find, ramming his cock into you from behind until your legs threatened to buckle from under you. He’d lean over and whisper dirty words into you just to feel you clench over him, your muscles trying to stop him from pulling away each time his hips pulled backwards.

“My tight human pussy,”, “Ya so wet and it’s all for me,”, “Fuck, ya look so good with my huge cock pounding you like this,”, “Cumming again? Yeah that’s right baby girl, let go and let me just take care of ya,”, “Ngh-Ya squeeze me so much, ya pussy already knows who it really belongs to, look how sensitive it is just from me pushing my cock into ya,”, “Don’t worry, I’m gonna cum over and over again. Fill this tight pink pussy up with the Great Mammon’s sperm,”.

His personal favourite position of the day was when he fucked you atop of the pool table. You’d engaged in foreplay to start with, three fingers curling inside you as you leaned over and sucked his cock. Mammon under-exaggerated his length to say the least. You could barely wrap a hand around it, not even fitting half of it into your mouth before it was hitting the back of your throat. Thanking the heavens (and Solomon) for the potions allowing your gag-reflex to vanish for the time, taking Mammon down your throat until you almost choked without air. A ‘Fucking hell human. Fuck that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,’ groaned from Mammon as throbbed in your mouth, threatening to release as his eyes watched you. Nothing in his lifetime could compare to the sight.

By the time you were close to coming, he pulled his fingers away before slamming his cock into you from behind, pushing your face down against the green felt. From the edging of the foreplay and the feeling of his head hitting your cervix you came instantly. Mammon gripping your shoulders tightly to the point they drew blood, trying to hold back his release. whilst he could hold it for a few deep thrusts, it was the whimper of his name as you turned your head over your shoulders to meet his gaze, watery blue eyes hinted with coin bronzed yellow swimming within a pool of lust that pushed him head first off the edge. He came so much he filled you to the point it gushed out onto your thighs and puddled upon the green felt of the table, hand having to jerk himself off as he continued to spurt his release onto your ass.

The sight of white upon your skin, just like his markings, set off a primal instinct within him and within minutes he was ready and roaring for more, determined to paint your skin in his essence and markings.

Day 5:

You were mind-blanked. Nothing but Satan filling your mind and body, lost in the white light of pleasure. Unable to form sentences, a babbling mess of incoherent words as you let pleasure ripple across your body like a surging river.

“I’m not like my brothers,” He cooed softly when you walked into his room, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You’d seen Satan in demon form before but this was a softer side to him, demon form by lust and not from anger. “We’ll do this however you feel comfortable,”.

“I like to be on top.” You smile, bringing a hand to cup his face. Satan was the one you were most worried about seeing his anger from before and almost, extremely mildly almost, frightened that he would bring this anger out into his lust. Alas, Satan cared for you the most and wanted to attend to your needs. ‘I can control myself in heat’ he told you. Words he soon forget in moments later.

“You're so big!” You mewled, digging your fingers into his chest as you rose your hips once more before lowering down, this time taking him fully. His back rested against the headboard as he sat up, you straddled across him with your hands splayed across his chest whilst he rested his on your waist. “Oh fuck Satan, Yes...Yes!” fell from your mouth in-time to your slowly rolling hips.

Whilst he wasn’t as thick as the others he was by far the longest, able to hit every needed spot within you as you grinded over him. Flush spread across your cheeks and down your neck, heated pleasure coursing through your veins as your mouth dropped into an ‘o’. One hand scratched at his chest leaving red marks in their wake whilst the other reached into the blonde of his hair and gripped onto his curled horns. It caused a hiss from him, eyes widening open as he panted heavily, the grip of his fingers sinking harshly into your skin. His self control slipped quickly with each roll of you upon him. Calling his name in a trembled voice, back arching so your breasts pressed against his chest, full skin on skin contact with him as he held you tightly. Your grip on his horns tightened like your muscles over his cock, the motion being his undoing.

With a strangulated groan followed by a whimper, heat surged inside you, one you had grown accustomed to over the last week. Satan’s head collapsed against your chest leaving you stilling your movements, to feel him continue to pulse and throb into you as he breathed heavily against your chest.

You’d heard demon horns were sensitive during heat, but you never expected it to be that sensitive.

“Satan...is everything okay?” Awkwardly still straddling him, his cock still hard inside you as you waited in suspense. You weren't far off finding a release yourself but now you felt it slipping further and further away.

A growl unlike you’d heard anything before left from Satan, the noise purely demonic. With a scream you were pulled from off of him, a demonstration of his hidden strength as he held onto you, pushing off the bed and slamming you into the nearby wall.

“Oh my little kitten,” A toothy grin meets your eyes, a slick tongue darting out to lick his lower lip as his eyes practically glow whilst covered in lust, “You have no idea what you do to me.” The vibrant green of his tail worms it way up across your body, taking its time to fondle and press over your dripping folds before continuing its way up to your body. You feel the scales of it wrap once around your neck and just as it squeezes slightly with control, his cock once again fills you to the hilt as he slams his hips into yours. Eyes roll from both of you to the back of your head, one arm holding beneath one of your thighs whilst the other pushes onto the wall next to your head to keep you caged in his hold.

The roar from him makes the desk nearby tremble, objects perfectly placed on his desk rolling around and spilling onto the floor. He effortlessly bounces you off his cock in a pace that brings stars to your eyes in seconds, gasping as his tail continues to gently squeeze your throat until he feels you withering whilst you cum around him.

“Yeah that’s right kitten, give into how good I make you feel.” Snarling as he says it, leaning down to catch a bouncing breast into his mouth as he sharply nips at your nipple causing a large red mark to form upon your skin. Unable to help you cling to him, red marks of dark lines grace his back as you claw into him, on the verge of a second orgasm already from how he’s pounding up and into you.

“D-Don’t stop.” You manage between moans, unable to hold back at how good this feels. Your skin and blood almost on fire, one or two tears rolling down your cheek only to be licked up by Satan, groaning as he laps up the saltiness.

The movement that made your mind blank into boneless-ness was when the tip of his tail pushes into your mouth, forcing its way into your wet cavern as he thrusts it in in-time to the thrust of his cock. Unable to focus you let it twirl in a battle with your tongue, drool pooling from your lips as it drips down your body to mix with sweat before hitting the point of where Satan and you meet. Weakly, you drag your arms up to once more grip his horns, danger threatening in Satan’s eyes as you tightly hold onto them.

It was fair to say Satan completely lost-control, roughly taking orgasm after orgasm until you blackout from over stimulation.

Day 6:

You’d be fucked to an inch of your life and it felt like it. Whilst the potions you took helped to remove muscle ache, the vast amounts of sperm pumped into you, bites, marks and everything else, it couldn’t remove the memories of feelings of the brothers upon you.

You spent more of the day in bed, just lying in a complete bliss of contentedness. Heat turned out to be just as enjoyable for you as it had the brothers, using you to fulfil their needs whilst also ensuring your own outer-body pleasurable experience. Even after their way with you they still cared for you like they normally would, ensuring you were okay, making sure you took the potion to heal your ruined body before carrying you to bed and letting you rest. Heat would definitely change the way you saw them all, the softness of Levi now filled with memories of him fucking you with his tail, Satan drawing out as many orgasms as he could before filling you over and over, Beel’s cock in your mouth as you choked on it whilst Belphie pounded into you from behind, Asmo teasing your clit to the point you came from a few quick strokes against it with the head of his cock and Mammon unable to control when he needed you taking you against the nearest surface he could.

The only brother you hadn’t come into contact with over the week was Lucifer. He refused to partake in your offering over heat, deeming he was a man and that he “should be able to control his urges without the help of a human.” That was Lucifer's way of putting it but what he really meant was he loved you too much and was too frightened he might lose control around you and ruin whatever this ‘friendship’ between you was. It scared him how much he lost himself around you, worried he would become a feral beast if he even got a whiff of your scent whilst he was in heat. And for that he kept himself locked away in his room.

Day 7:

It was the last day of heat and the rest of the brothers were slowly calming down, you could finally be in a room with them without them trying to tear off your clothes or burying their noses onto your skin just to get a smell of you.

As you sat in the kitchen, a noise so loud it made the cabinets near by rock on their study legs, the solid oak door to the exit of the house squeaked on its hinges and plates threatened to break from the way they shook. It was a noise similar to the one Satan had made, a growl from the deep depths of within a demon. One that made your core clench tightly.

You’d already taken the last potion you had in the morning, just in case one of the brothers' needs hadn’t been filled, it was better to be prepared. And as you stood outside Lucifer's door, slowly pushing it open to be emerged into a darkening sight. You knew there was one last brother who needed you.

The inside of Lucifer's room was dark, tatters of thick curtains ripped apart letting light inside the room. Stacks of paper were tossed onto the floor in shreds, ruins of books and momentous were scattered amongst the room, marks upon the wall where they’d been thrown leaving huge dents. In the midst of the room stood a figure hunched over, black as dark as night heaving on the toned back that raised and lowered with deep breaths. Clothes ripped upon his body, as if he’d torn at them themselves, unable to keep himself caged within them.

“Lucifer…” You meekly called out into the room, taking a bold step forward into the room, letting the door shut behind you softly. When no reply came you took another step forward, closing the distance between you and him.

And on your third step, red-beaded eyes glowing like the rising sun turned to find you, staring at you like a predator upon prey. It made you freeze. For the first time you weren't seeing Lucifer as Lucifer, you were seeing a really powerful demon.

“Leave.”

“Luci-“

“I said go!” Lucifer's plea came out in a yell, one that echoed off the walls and ricocheted off the furniture in its way. He turned on the spot, standing tall and proud, the exposure of his toned abdomen beneath peering through the barely together shirt. The normal trousers he wore were nothing but torn shorts, half opened and falling down his waist as black boxers poked from underneath them and as your eyes travelled down-

-A bulge clearly visible travelling far down his thigh, thick in girth and straining to be freed.

“Lucifer I-“ You take a step forward, you should have been frozen in fear from the way he was hungrily staring at you but this beast, this demon, was still your protector Lucifer.

In the next moment he was stalking towards you at breakneck speed, clutching his hands to your forearms as his breath came in waves.

“Your aroma is so… powerful,” Leaning down to slowly lick your neck causing a soft whimper as you tilted your head to allow him better access. As if realising his actions he pulled away, dropping his hands from you. “Please- I… I can’t control myself around you,” His voice breaking as he tried to keep himself away from you.

“Lucifer please, let me help you.” You softly whispered, reaching a hand out to gently cup his sharply defined jawline, a growl stirring in his throat.

“I won’t be able to hold back… I- I’ll hurt you… I’m not like my brothers, my heat is worse…” Lucifer swallowing, the bob of his adam’s apple clear from above you. The reason as to why Lucifer kept pushing you away for heat was clearly visible.

“I’m not scared of you Lucifer,” Softly rubbing your thumb over his skin, “Please, let me help you, I want to help you.”

The hands that held your arms came back to grip your face, pulling you up as he leaned down, pressing his lips tightly to yours as his tongue forced its way into your mouth. He gripped the back of your neck forcing an angle so his tongue could slide further into your throat, pushing the full length of his body against yours. The hand on your arm bunched your shirt up and ripped it off your body, leaving your torso exposed as he bit your bottom lip. Greedily he palmed your breasts, pulling his mouth away from you, you fell to your knees.

You were lost in the haze, completely taken over in lust as Lucifer’s grip in your hair tightened. One hand wrapped partly around his base whilst your mouth worked down over him, thrusting and fucking your mouth until your eyes watered and spit fell from your lips and onto the floor below. His cock was bigger than the rest, solid and pulsing it stood, flushed red with veins that throbbed down the side of it just aching to be touched. Growls and grunts fell over and over from him, fucking your face as he pushed the whole of his cock down your throat until you gagged and choked over it. He spilled into your mouth with nothing more than a few ragged breaths, the fingers in your hair twisted and tugged as he throbbed. Thick spurts of white falling with saliva from your lips, running down your throat as you held eye-contact with him, swallowing the more than plentiful release.

Your shorts were ripped from you as well, the sound of fabric tearing filling the room as he positioned you upon the bed on your hands and knees. He wasted no time lining up and thrusting into you, groaning so loudly that the bed rocked beneath you. Even with your own arousal and the potion, it was still a matter of patience for him to fully enter you, patience which Lucifer currently didn’t have. He shallowly thrusted with urgency until half of him slid in without any resistance, your tight walls clenching over him to stop him pulling out with every thrust. Until finally, he spat down to where you met and hilted himself fully into you.

“Lucifer!” You grip tightly to the bed-sheets, the force of him enough to make the air inside your lungs leave your body. Painted red nails of sharp spiked fingers clutch to your waist as he pulls your body back, not giving moments to adjust as he pushes over and over into you until slapping of wet skin is almost louder than the noises you're both making. He drives purposefully to the spot that makes your back arch, an orgasm building up already with little to no second to savour the feeling. The blood inside you is flaming, spreading a heated wild-fire inside you as every nerve is set alight with intensity.

As your muscles tighten rapidly, Lucifer roars out as sweat drips down his body completely giving into his heated need as he fucks you with primal urgency. His pace growing rapid as he feels your orgasm so close, unable to stop his nails breaking into your skin as he grips at you. The experience verging on painful as your elbows collapse, your face falling onto the pillows beneath as your body shunts forward with every powerful thrust.

“Fuck you look so good taking me like this,” His eyes focusing on the way his meaty cock stretches you over and over again as he thrusts in and out of you in tight controlled movements, unwanting and unwilling to even pull himself fully out of you.

You couldn’t help but scream out as you came, watery tears leaking from your eyes at the intensity of the white flooding your eyes, whilst highly pleasurable to a new level, it came fast and hard from Lucifer's punishing movements into you. The hands on your waist move, one leaning over you to grip the headboard showing his strength as it snapped. Splintering wood now lay in his hand as his whole body shook from the grip whilst you pulsed over him. The other hand clutched at the back of your neck and sunk scratches upon your shoulders that threatened to bleed. The sound of all four wings racing in speed to match his thrusts, unbridled passion of lust seeping from every inch of him.

Lucifer continued to thrust, the over-sensitivity of your spot being repeatedly hit boarded on painful.

This was no longer Lucifer, this was a creature pulled from the deepest pits of hell, brutally taking you until you could give no more.

Your teeth bit into the pillow, trying to obscure your whimpers but Lucifer heard them loud and clear. Pulling you up gently by the back of your hair, pulling up until you rested on your knees, your ass resting on the top of his thighs as his chest pressed against your back. A strong arm curved around the front of you to cup a breast, the weight of it bouncing in his hand with each thrust as his index and thumb rolled your nipple between them. The hand in your hair loosening to run his palm down your stomach, crying out loudly to feel his fingers spread your folds and rub tight circles around your clit. Head rolling against his shoulder, eyes falling to the back of your head as his lips press soft kisses down the contour of your neck, pleasure taking over every sense in your body. ‘Lucifer… Lucifer… Lucifer’ Over and over it falls from your mouth like a sinful prayer, body’s entwined like those of lovers. An erotic sight of pure loving pleasure upon his satin sheets. Gone was the rough fucking from moments before, Lucifer kissing the areas up on your shoulders where red marks lay as if trying to melt the pain away.

The softening tenderness was a surprise side of him you never expected. Deep penetrating thrusts, hitting inside you as he pulled partly out to thrust back in, groaning deeply as you came around him again in little time. This time feeling the full force of pleasure spread through your veins, not rough or forced like the one before, this one connecting you and Lucifer in an almost spiritual experience as you cried out his name to the highest of heavens. Skin ablaze whilst your toes curled, arms reaching behind you to wrap around his neck, burying in his raven hair to pull his face to yours. One hand wrapped around the ebony horn to keep him close, the added stimulation of that and your tightening walls was all he needed. The stuttering flutter of his rapid wings from behind indicated his release before you felt it. Lips meeting in a sloppy kiss, as you felt his heat surge inside you, biting his lower by accident as another orgasm blends into your waves of pleasure.

Trembling in his hold, hips rocking against his as you pulse to the point mixed arousal dripped down your thighs as he pulled his softening cock from you. Whimpering from over sensitivity as your muscles still squeezed him to try stop him from pulling out. “Shh little one, I’ve got you.” He cooed softly, kissing your lips over and over in softening pecks, hands running up and down your sides. Both of your skins aglow with sweat, ragged breaths meeting together, foreheads stuck and pressed against each other. Sharing a tender embrace with the eldest brother, two racing hearts beating at the same time.

“I hurt you.” His eyes full of shame to see the marks upon you caused by his own hand, his heart heavy and wounded to know that he did this to you.

“I’m okay, Lucifer I’m okay.” You whisper against his lips, slowly turning to face him. None of it hurt, all that mattered was that Lucifer knew you were fine and that whatever happened didn’t change your opinion on him. You bury your hands once more in his hair to kiss him, softly pushing him back until he lay on the bed as you straddled him, lips never parting for a second. He was still erect and most likely would be until the end of his heat that night. Slowly, you lifted your hips and let yourself sink back down onto him. He groaned so softly into your mouth as he protested at your slowly grinding hips, you interlaced your fingers with his. “Just let me take care of you.” Pooling eyes full of lust and love meeting each other as Lucifer nodded at your words, giving you full control to him as his thumb slowly rubbed over yours. Rocking your hips slowly, a complete change in atmosphere as you brought each other to a slow burning climax for the following of the night.

Day 8:

You woke up wrapped in satin sheets, a strong arm around your waist and a heavy breath against the back of your neck. Turning in the embrace to see Lucifer, sound asleep and more importantly back to his human form, heat was finally over. Lucifer had been the first brother to spend the night with you after sex, watching you drink every drop of the blue potions until he knew for sure that no-harm had come to you for his actions.

“Good morning.” A groggy voice yawned as the arm around you pulled you closer, resting you against his chest.

“Good morning,.” You whispered, pressing a sweet chaste kiss to where his heart lay.

Whilst heat may have given you the experience to be an individual part of the brothers for a week, when you woke up today was where you were meant to belong. In the strong hold of your loving protector, Lucifer.

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Cap Doesn’t Like Bullies - Steve Rogers

Synopsis;

Your daughter meets her biggest hero to which you’re completely oblivious to the fact during the entire encounter. Her confidence certainly didn’t waver like you had expected it would of a child meeting someone such as Captain America.

Bruh I’m in love with him. LOOK AT HIS FACE!

Warnings: FLUFF! Rude ass stranger. A lil bit o’ language. A sassy child.

Words: 3,305

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader (female reader) (single mom!reader)

(A/N: I named the daughter Kira but you can happily change it. It’s just a name I can easily associate with a child for some reason lmao.)

(A/N 2: I fixed as many mistakes I could find and hopefully, it’ll be more bearable to read lmao.)

Chapter 2 >

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“Mommy,” Kira, your little girl whined.

“Yes baby?” You swung your conjoined hands widely causing her to giggle which in turn, made you smile.

“Can we go to the park today?” Her Captain America backpack bounced on her shoulders with each step. The mostly blue bag clashed yet also complimented the very pink, puffy coat that she wore.

You looked down at her with a raised eyebrow as you watched her for a reaction. “Really? In this weather?”

Kira threw her head back and groaned before exasperatingly replying as if it were the most obvious thing she could have ever spoken. “YES! If we’re at the park, I’ll want to run around and running around will keep me warm. It’s always cold at home but you won’t let me run around.”

A smart little drama queen.

You desperately tried to hide your amusement because you know if she senses that you hadn’t taken her seriously, even more dramatics would be added. “That’s because we can’t run around inside. We might-“

“We might break something. I KNOW! Ugh…” Her feet drag slightly as she walks. She huffs and lowers her head, watching her feet as you move along the sidewalk. You smirk ever so slightly as you watch the top of her head which adorned a woolly hat in an attempt to keep her warm in the season of winter.

“We can go to the park-“ She perked up instantly with a gasp, looking up at you with wide, hopeful eyes. “ONLY, and only, if we can get burgers, too.”

She pauses her steps and looks up at you with a stern, serious expression as she thrusts her hand forward, prompting you to take a hold of it. “You’ve got yourself a deal!” Kira shook your hand firmly and rapidly before she began to pull you along in the direction of the park that was honestly too cold to be sat in.

You huffed a chuckle as you allowed your 6 year old to pull you along the pavements and closer to the large open space of the park.

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The inside of the small Brooklyn burger joint was certainly warmer than the harsh weather that lashed at your face and every inch of exposed skin at the park. Your daughters face matched her coat in colour by the time you reached the building.

Waiting in line, your daughter wormed her hands out of the sparkly knitted gloves, stuffing them in her coat pocket before tearing her hat off of her head and stuffing that in the other available pocket. You chuckled as she tried to brush the mess of locks down with her hands and the cheesy grin she flashed you only made your laugh more.

The missing baby tooth at the forefront of her mouth adding a funny effect to the adorable face you had the tendency to squish between your hands tenderly.

The person in front of the two of you had just finished ordering and just as you were about to step forward with your daughter at your side, someone had rudely pushed in front of you, effectively cutting you off.

You scoffed at the sheer audacity this man had in believing he could cut the line, but it was your daughter who spoke up. Sometimes you cursed yourself for teaching her to stand up for herself in situations as these. You forget your daughter has a vote of confidence like no other and will speak her mind, even if the person is nearly 4 times her height.

Of course, these lessons were meant for her to deal with people her size and age, fellow students who bully her or others, seeing as she’s only 6, not for grown ass adult males.

“Cutting is rude. You should wait in line like everybody else mister.” You heard the pissed tone she spoke with and couldn’t decide whether to find it adorable, humorous, or concerning.

You heard the man scoff and honestly, your blood began to boil. He turned towards the two of you and looked you up and down as if scrutinising you before peering down at your daughter with disinterest.

“I’m ordering for one, you’re ordering for two. I haven’t got time to wait for mama bear to order with her equally scruffy little cub.” He rolled his eyes and looked towards the employee who honestly, looked just about as pissed as you did.

You clenched your fist and took a deep breath in the hopes of calming down. Honestly, it hadn’t worked well. “If you’d asked nicely, we would have happily let you order before us. There isn’t any need to be rude, especially to my kid.”

He heaved a deep sigh before turning to look at the two of you once more. He opened his mouth to no doubt retort back with yet another rude remark but someone elses’ voice swiftly cut him off. “I believe you should listen to the young lady and wait your turn like everybody else.”

The stranger, mighty handsome stranger you might add, with beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair smiled down at your daughter and sent her a discreet wink. She beamed up at the tall stranger as he turned to look towards the man who had rudely cut you off in line, his features hardening.

“You should apologise and move yourself to the back of the line. What you’ve said was unacceptable and certainly no way to speak to a woman and her child.” He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles, even though hidden behind the material of his long sleeves, bulged with incredible size.

The man that had cut the line looked up at your saviour and gulped but relatively kept his features schooled. “No chance. I only said what’s true. Why should I be punished because of that?”

The stranger chuckled humourlessly as he stepped forward, the incredibly rude man taking a step back out of fear. “Whether what you said was true or false, which was absolutely false, doesn’t matter. You disrespected another in not only speaking to them as if they’re below you, but by simply cutting in line in the first place.”

“Yeah. You’re just a bully. Bullies are rude and always cut in line,” your daughter chirped with pride. The stranger smiled down at your daughter and nodded his head.

“That’s right, sweetie.”

The man scoffed before turning towards the employee stood behind the counter. “Are you really going to let him speak to a paying customer like that?” he asked incredulously.

The employee had a smirk cross her lips and she popped her hip out before folding her arms in front of her. “You haven’t paid for anything. Now, please leave before I get my manager to call the cops to have you removed.”

The man huffed indignantly before grumbling and stomping pass the handsome stranger, shoulder checking him on the way. The stranger rolled his eyes before catching a hold of the mans’ arm and pulling him back slightly. “You still haven’t apologised.”

“Sorry.” His tone was fake and nothing but sarcastic but nonetheless, the stranger released him, probably knowing that was the best apology they should expect from him.

The small interior of the place slowly bustled back to its quiet chatter of the few customers inside. The stranger smiled down towards the two of you and you couldn’t help but be enraptured with how perfect his smile was.

“Are you ladies alright?”

Your daughter rapidly nodded her head, grinning widely once more. “Sure are mister. Thank you!”

You cleared your throat, shaking yourself out of your reverie and smiling up at him. ‘Stop gawking at him, idiot!’

“Uh, yes. Thank you.”

His smile seemed to widen, and he looked quite bashful and oh god, your stomach did flips when looking at him. “It’s nothing, ma’am. I don’t tolerate bullies, I suppose.”

Kira gasped and her eyes lit up. “Like Captain America! The Cap doesn’t like bullies, either!”

The stranger chuckled and lowered himself to your daughters’ height. “Yep, like Captain America.” Honestly, he seemed almost pleased at the connection, but you couldn’t place why. Although, if you were say compared to someone like Black Widow, you certainly would feel chuffed yourself, so you couldn’t blame him.

You failed to realise you were staring at the stranger, again, until you felt a small tug on your arm. You snapped yourself out of small daydream to look down at your daughter. “Ask him if he wants to join us,” she whispered although by the huff of laughter that he tried, and failed, to supress, he clearly heard.

“Uh, yeah. Would you like to join us…?” You trailed off, hoping the stranger would give you his name. He seemed to pick up on his lack of introduction as he stood to his full height, once again towering over you.

He held his hand out before him for you to take, which you did. “Steve.”

“Well, would you like to join us, Steve? We’d like to thank you for standing up to that rude man and pay for your meal if you haven’t eaten yet.”

“Well, that’s a really nice offer…” Now it was his turn to trail off.

“Y/N!” your daughter exclaimed loudly. “And I’m Kira!”

He chuckled. “Y/N. And Kira. But I was actually going to offer to pay for your meals.”

“Oh, no. That’s oka-“

“Thank you, Steve!”

You looked down at your daughter with wide eyes as she cut you off and accepted the strangers’ offer. Steve chuckled and glanced down at Kira. “Very well. Should we order then?”

Kira grasped your hand in her smaller one and pulled you to the front of the counter, beckoning Steve to follow. You couldn’t help but shake your head, feeling only ever so slightly embarrassed by your daughters’ antics.

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You daughter was enthralled with whatever came out of Steves’ mouth; completely enraptured with the stories he told. Though, you couldn’t really blame her.

Kira wasn’t one to shy away from conversation, but it had honestly shocked you how versed she became in conversation with the man the two of you had only met 45 minutes prior.

Yes. 45 minutes.

It seemed none of you really wanted to part ways; all enjoying yourselves with flowing conversation and shared smiles.

“So,” Steve started, his arms resting on top of the table that sat between him and you and Kira. “You mentioned Captain America earlier, and you have him on your backpack. Do you like him?”

“Yeah! He’s my favourite hero!” Gosh did she get excited over the topic of heroes.

He chuckled. “And why’s that?”

You rolled your eyes knowing what was coming yet couldn’t stop the fond smile growing on your face. “Well, he’s super cool. He’s brave, kind, strong and he doesn’t like bullies. I don’t like bullies either.” Then, a devilish smile broke out on her small, rounded face. “Mommy likes him too. She thinks he’s pretty. AND SHE HASN’T EVEN SEEN HIS FACE PROPERLY! She’s seen his butt though, looks at it a lot.”

Your eyes widened and the smile was promptly wiped from your face whilst Steve seemingly choked on his spit and laughed nervously. “I think she’s in love with him,” Kira whispered, further embarrassing you.

“OKAY! That’s enough, ha…”

Steve smiled, albeit sheepishly, towards the two of you. “Well, I believe Captain America would think your moms’ pretty, too.”

Kira shrug, shovelling a cold, left over fry from the basket into her mouth. “I know.”

You groaned softly and hid your face behind your hand, slumping in your seat. Your whole face felt hot. Trying to calm your racing heart, you peered at Kira. “Why don’t you tell him about your birthday sweetie?”

“OH YEAH! Mommies taking me to the Captain America display!” Kira bounced in her seat and if her eyes hadn’t already twinkled with excitement, they certainly did now after she’s formulated a plan quickly in her mind. “You should definitely come, mister.”

You and Steve both spluttered at her invitation.

“Oh honey, I don’t think Steve would-“

“W-well, it’s not up to me-“

Kira groaned and rolled her eyes overdramatically before looking at Steve. “Yep. It’s up to me.” She then turned towards you. “And, we can just ask Steve if he would like to.” To which she faced Steve once more, looking at him intently. “Would you like to come too?”

Steve looked extremely apprehensive to answer and looked towards you in the hopes of getting some guidance in what to say. If he were being honest, this past hour he’d felt nothing but calm and happy, forgetting his worries and has actually taken a break from all the responsibilities he’s been handed.

He very much liked both yourself and Kira, feeling content in both of your presences’ and would very much like if he continued to get to know both yourself and Kira more. He just certainly didn’t want to overstep.

He internally cheered for himself when you nodded your head discreetly. Your face told him that the young girl who looked extremely hopeful would certainly not cease until she succeeded in getting what she wanted in this moment.

“Uh…” He turned his gaze towards Kira once more gave her a small smile. “I would love to go to the Captain America display for your birthday.”

Kira cheered loudly and you shook your head with an adoring smile directed to the young girl sat beside you. “Great! You should give your number to my mommy so we can plan it properly.” She sipped on her half-drunken refill of milkshake after speaking so nonchalantly.

Both Steve and yourself felt and looked dumbfounded. Had she really just said that?

Steve chuckled before his eyes darted down towards your phone which was sat face down atop the table. “May I?”

“Oh, uh, yep.” You fumbled with picking your phone up, unlocking it and opening up a new contact before handing your phone over to Steve, face burning and a shy smile adorning your features. Your hands brushed against one another as he carefully took the phone from your hold and typed in his full name and phone number.

He was just about to hand it back to you when Kira swiftly took it and looked at the screen. She shook her head before looking up at Steve. “You gotta add a picture, silly.” She raised the phone after tapping the picture icon atop the contact, pointing it straight at Steve.

The poor man panicked and smiled quite awkwardly as your daughter snapped the photo. You slapped a hand over your mouth to try desperately hide your laugh, which hadn’t really been that successful.

Kira observed the picture on the screen before nodding; she clearly found the picture acceptable for use. Steve couldn’t help but also find it quite amusing and chuckled himself. Your daughter swiftly handed you your phone back but once in your hand, you had spotted the time and your eyes slightly widened.

“Oh wow, is it really that late?” you questioned yourself but prompted Steve to check the time himself by looking down at his watch. You looked up towards him with an apologetic smile and shrugged your shoulders. “Sorry, we really should get going. Kira has school in the morning.”

Steve shook his head and smiled, unbothered by your information. “No, no, it’s perfectly fine. I completely understand.”

“Thank you, and sorry again.” You looked sheepish as you stood and put your own jacket back on before beckoning Kira to stand herself. She pouted but did as she was told, allowing you to help her with her coat, to which she then put her hat back on top her head and gloves back on her small hands.

Steve stood and cleared his throat as he stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. You looked up away from Kira and sent him the most beautiful smile he had ever seen upon someone’s face and miraculously, he felt a lot let nervous.

“Thank you for the wonderful company and the meal,” you spoke with such sincerity that made his heart thump louder and harder than any life threating mission ever could.

“And for standing up to that bully for us,” Kira added.

You huffed laugh. “Yes, and that.”

“It’s my pleasure.” He nodded his head.

Kira stepped forward which prompted Steve to lower himself to her height just as he had done so earlier. “It was nice meeting you.”

“It was nice meeting you too, ma’am.”

She beamed up at him before sticking her hand out and her expression was nothing but serious, one which Steve copied as he took her hand and shook it. “My mommy will text you later about my birthday.” She withdrew her hand before her big, bright smile reappeared. She grasped your hand in hers and waved as she began to pull you out of the burger joint.

“Bye Captain America!”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets comically and you did nothing but splutter, opening and closing your mouth in the hopes that some words would pass out of you as your daughter pulled you out through the doors and in the direction of your small Brooklyn apartment.

Steve froze and watched wide eyed as you both left through the door, the bell atop jingling when it closed behind you. “Huh. Smart kid.” He shook his head before laughing and standing, collecting his jacket and leaving a tip on the table before slowly exiting the building himself, walking towards his bike ready to head back to the tower, completely dazed and the image of you ingrained into his mind.

Meanwhile, you finally snapped out of your shocked and flustered state halfway down the sidewalk. “YOU KNEW THAT WAS CAPTAIN AMERICA?!”

“Yep,” your daughter replied, popping the ‘P’ and acting completely nonchalant about the whole ordeal.

“AND YOU TOLD HIM I LIKE HIS BUTT?!”

“Yep.”

You narrowed your eyes at the small figure of your daughter. “You little monster.” You swept her up into your arms and began to blow raspberries against her chubby little cheek, causing her to burst into a fit of giggles and loud laughter.

You couldn’t help but laugh along with her and then Steves’ earlier comment came to the forefront of your mind. ‘Captain America thinks I’m pretty! HOLY SHIT!’

You’d dwell on that later though.

“MY MOMMY LIKES CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!” Kira shouted as she continued to gasp out giggles and you couldn’t help but laugh and indulge in her silly behaviour.

“I LIKE CAPTAIN AMERICAS’ BUTT!”

Kira roared in laughter once more along with you, and you both continued to find an abundance of humour in the situation the entire walk home.

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“Hey punk,” Bucky spoke as he entered the main, spacious shared living room and spotted Steve sat on the couch, staring at his phone and smiling widely as his eyes scan over the words you had texted him.

“What’s got you grinning like that?” Bucky playfully quipped, a small smirk across his lips.

“Uh, nothing.” It could have been convincing if Steve had looked away from his phone and his already large smile didn’t widen further.

“Sure. Nothing.” Bucky shakes his head and sits beside his friend. “She pretty?”

Usually, Steve would question what made his friend think it was a woman, but he was so dazed and giddy, he couldn’t find it in him to deny it. “She’s so beautiful Buck.”

“Gotta date?”

“Not yet.”

Bucky chuckled and slapped his friends’ shoulder in good nature as he shook his head. “Well, good luck, punk. I hope you get that date.” Bucky stood and huffed a laugh at Steve still grinning at his phone as he left to head towards the kitchen, missing Steves’ mumbled response.

“Me too.”

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oblxvion · 3 years

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little secret | jean kirschstein

-> pairing: ceo!jean kirschstein x f!reader

-> wc: 1.6k

-> warnings: NSFR, smut/nsfw, praise, vaginal sex, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie

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you had no idea how you ended up in this situation, bare chest pressed up against his desk as he pushed your head down with one hand, holding your right hip with the other. it was all too much, and with your boss, jean kirschstein. of course you found him attractive, who wouldn’t? but to think that he was infatuated with you, his secretary, made your brain feel funny.

it was just a normal day at work, you had worn suitable and appropriate attire, but for some reason, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

jean was mesmerized, there was something different about you from the rest off the women that he had worked with. he felt weird having these feelings for you as your superior, but for some reason, it aroused him more. the way you acted around everyone, you seemed so innocent, and he wanted to know what you felt like, how you’d moan under him, get all worked up from him barely touching you. you hadn’t been able to leave his thoughts for the past couple weeks and when he saw you come into his office to deliver some papers, he knew he had to have his way with you.

one thing led to another, and here you were now.

“fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he seethed, pulling you up towards him so your back flush against his chest. this angle hitting that spongey spot perfectly, he could tell by the way you squeezed around him at this action. just by this simple change, you could feel the coil beginning to tighten, threatening to snap.

“jean, shit, ‘m gonna cum—”

just as you were about to have the release of a lifetime, the both of you froze at the sound of someone knocking on the door do jean’s office. horror struck your face as you looked over to him, quickly pulling out as you winced at the loss of the feeling of being full, and your ruined orgasm before jean motioned for you to get underneath his desk while he sat down in his chair.

“jean, may i come in?” you recognized that voice, connie springer. one of the members of his board. you’d heard jean talk about him when you’d dropped off some work for him in the past.

“oh, uh, yeah,” he coughed, trying to not sound as suspicious as he wiped down the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve. of all the times when connie needed to talk to him, why did it have to be now?

“so, i have some papers for you that i need you to look at, they look pretty important.” connie explains, walking closer over to the desk. you stayed quiet as you looked up to jean, visibly tense at the fact that connie was coming closer. if connie found out what the two of you were doing, you were almost certain that you’d lose your job.

“okay, yeah, i can get them to you later this afternoon, just leave them on the table.” he sounded agitated, to anyone except connie, it was clear that jean wanted him to leave and continue his fun that he was having with you moments prior.

what he didn’t expect was to feel you sliding your hands up his thighs, palming his dick through his poorly zipped pants. you heard his breath hitch as you continued your ministrations, slowly pulling his still hard cock out from under his garments.

you lazily stroked his length, bringing your mouth over to tease his tip with your tongue as you tasted the remnants of yourself and his precum. ever so quietly, you continued to bring more of him into your cavern, bobbing your head and up and down, making sure to not make a sound.

jean, on the other hand, was having trouble keeping his composure. there’s no way that he would say or do something that’d risk your cover, and more importantly, he thought this was insanely attractive that you were giving him, your superior, head under his desk.

he peered down to look at you, catching a moan in his throat before playing it off as a cough. you looked so pretty like this, with his cock down your throat, your spit coating his length and your hand as you proceeded to slide your hand up and down his shaft. this image alone was going to be burned into his memory forever, he was going to have to see this again.

“hey, is everything okay?” connie could tell that there was something wrong, and jean did not want him to come any closer, he did not want connie to see you like this, it was meant for him only.

“yeah, everything’s fine, i just am a bit stressed out that’s all,” jean responded in a monotone voice as his hands gripped the sides of his chair, he wasn’t going to last long.

“well, do you wanna talk about—”

“no, fuck, sorry. can i just have some space, please?” with that, connie gave a small nod, obviously worried for his boss but wanting to give him some space as he left the room.

once the door closed behind connie, jean eased into his chair, chuckling in the process. he looked down at you once again, seeing as you hadn’t slowed your movements, he brought his hand down to your head and intertwined his fingers with your hair, aiding your head up an down.

“that was, fuck, quite the stunt you pulled,” he smirked down at you as you pulled off of him, giving him a cheeky smile as you continued to lazily jerk him off. it was so sloppy, but the two of you loved it. “c’mere.”

jean grabbed your free wrist to pull you up towards him, his lips meeting yours in a heated kiss. the kiss was full of need, full of need, and full of lust. your hand lazily moving up and down his length before crawling up into his lap.

you melted into the kiss as you swiveled your hips on his dick, teasing him by sliding his tip between your folds but not quite bringing him inside just yet. as much as you wanted to tease him, make him crumble even more than he was already, you were aching for him.

"fuck — baby, put it in, oh my god," jean groaned as he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut before bringing his hands to your waist. in this moment, you felt so powerful by doing this action but it was quickly forgotten. his hands gripped you tightly and moved your hips in a way that his tip slid over your clit perfectly. the way he made you feel, the pleasure he gave you, it was too overwhelming.

the moment he slipped his cock inside your cunt, you immediately felt yourself get closer to your climax. your previous orgasm ruined, you were desperate to get it back.

your arm wrapped around his neck while his hands were on your waist as you sunk down, taking him to the hilt. the slick from your arousal made it easier for jean to thrust inside you, alternating between that and you riding him.

his hands remained at your waist, grinding you down onto him as your foreheads touched and lips ghosting each other's, but not once making contact. jean wanted to hear your pretty little noises while you wanted to hear his.

“jean,” you whimpered, melting into his touch.

“so — fucking pretty, you’re so pretty, my pretty girl.” jean babbled as your cunt continued to suck him back in, it was so addictive. he loved it, he wanted more, he needed more, he needed to feel you cum.

you both were clearly close with how erratic jeans's thrusts were and how desperately you ground your hips down onto him.

"fuck fuck fuck, jean, please," you whined, bringing your head to rest on his shoulder as he fucked into you at a a steady pace. the way you squeezed down on him, drove him insane. he could feel his orgasm approaching as he brought his hands down to the fat of your ass, gripping hard as he bounced you on his cock.

the way he kept hitting that special spot over and over again, and you could feel your legs begin to tremble as your orgasm washed over you. with a yell of his name, your body trembled as the wall broke down, your release coating his cock.

“’m cumming, fuck, oh fuck,” jean groaned, the feeling of your arousal and previous orgasm drove him over the edge as hot spurts of cum flooded your insides. his thrusts slowed to a halt as he rested his head on your shoulder as an attempt to catch his breath.

you both sat there in a comfortable silence for a few moments before you felt the feeling of his cum seeping out of your swollen cunt. you stood up and began to look for your panties, not knowing where to they were.

“looking for these?” jean smirks while reaching into his back pocket to pull out your black lace thong.

“yeah, thanks,” you turn your back towards him, clearly embarrassed that he had your panties in his pocket. you could feel your face hot as you felt his chest press against the small of your back before giving you a light kiss on the exposed skin of your shoulder.

“lemme help you,” he whispers before kneeling down so you can step into your undergarments as he slides them up your thighs and under your skirt before standing tall again. his hand reached under the fabric to bring his fore finger and middle finger just over the crotch to feel the mix of his cum along with yours. “keep it in for me when i check later, yeah?”

your face hot as you gave him a small nod before flattening your skirt, fixing your skirt and hair. just as you had reached for the handle of his door, you heard his voice once more.

“it can be our little secret.”

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writerpeach · 3 years

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Downpour

fromis_9 Jisun x Male Reader

8595 words

Categories: smut, mommy kink, oral

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Thirty-percent chance of precipitation today.

The loud squeak of windshield wipers working their hardest proved the contrary, trying to keep up with the furious rain pounding your car. Weather forecasts were always full of shit, you’d probably have a better chance winning the lottery than them correctly predicting the weather.

Another crack of lightning lit up the obscured road, being trailed by a deafening roar of thunder that made your heart race. You’d never seen the skies so dark, so gloomy, so angry as if Mother Nature was enacting revenge on some poor soul.

Guided only by taillights it became harder to see much of anything, keeping your distance in between impatient cars. The right choice was made as cars sped by, splashing your windows and ruining visibility further as if they had forgotten they were on oil-slicked streets and not the Daytona 500.

You still had a good thirty minutes left to your place, normally no less than a five-minute drive in usual circumstances as the harsh storm showed no signs of letting up.

More lightning struck in the distance as the rain continued punishing the highway, thunder roaring enough to vibrate the windows, demanding its presence be known

“Thirty percent my ass,” you mumbled to yourself, cursing the idea of men and women in suits fabricating lies and getting paid to do so. You just hoped it didn’t hail, you would be home soon safe and sound with a cup of hot tea in your hands snuggled under the blankets.

The thunder grew louder, and you felt you were tempting fate at this point by continuing on, but consequences be damned, you felt no need to pull out.

Right before you were about to make your exit off the freeway, a stranded car caught your eye pulled off to the side of the road. The hood popped, blinkers flashing and you could barely make out the outline of someone waving desperately for help to anyone to no avail.

Traffic was light in this part of town, especially at night. Maybe it was too dark, maybe people didn’t care or both. You couldn’t just pass by without offering assistance, pulling behind them and shutting the engine off.

You grabbed your umbrella out of the backseat, pulled the hood of your jacket up over your head as you stepped out of the car. You were immediately bombarded by cold rain as you opened your umbrella as a shield to deflect it, heading towards the troubled car.

“Need any help?” you asked, as you approached the stranger, umbrella in hand. The owner of said car was a young woman, wearing a thin jacket that did little to protect from the rain, and you couldn’t tell if she had tears on her cheeks naturally or from the rain.

“Y-yes, thank you so much for stopping!” she said, suppressing a sniffle as you were able to clearly see her face, the rain doing its damndest to cover her beautiful features up.

“I-I don’t know anything about cars, it just stopped working. I tried to call for help but my battery died. I just filled the tank this morning, I don’t know what’s wrong with it.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know much either. Let’s get you out of the rain and I’ll see if I can call a mechanic.”

“T-thank you!” the woman graciously said, keeping your umbrella hovering over her head, trying to keep her from getting even more soaked.

“You must be freezing, I have a blanket in the backseat of my car if you don’t mind sitting in it.”

“N-not at all, thank you!” she said, as you led the way, opening up one of the back doors to allow her passage as she carefully stepped inside, taking a seat next to the window. You closed the door as the shivering woman wrapped herself in the thick blanket you kept back there for emergencies, heading behind the steering wheel and caught your first serious glance of the beautiful woman in the rear-view mirror.

Doing a quick search on your phone it took three different shops before any picked up, the result being unsatisfying.

“Are you doing okay?” you asked, as you looked over your shoulder at the beautiful stranger, her expression much more jubilant in nature now.

“Y-yes, thank you so much for saving me.”

“It was no problem. They said it would be at least an hour before they can send a tow truck to come pick up your car. They’re all backed up. I’m sure other places will be the same.“

“That’s understandable,” she said with an audible sigh.

“Is there somewhere I can take you?” you asked, vicious thunder rudely interrupting the conversation.

“Maybe we should wait out the storm?” she suggested, tilting her head to the side as you could see her nervous expression, her lips quivering.

“That’s not a bad idea.”

The woman sitting in your backseat flashed an innocent warm smile for the first time as a sense of relief overcame her, releasing a deep breath as she relaxed into the seat.

“It’s really coming down still. Would you mind keeping me company back here?” she shyly asked, patting the seat next to her. The rain crashed against the roof harshly, droplets sounding like a golf ball being slammed against the protective roof.

“Sure thing,” you said, crawling over the center console towards the back seat, smacking your head on the ceiling as you took the middle seat next to her.

“Are you okay?” she asked, giggling cutely as you rubbed the top of your head, checking for any bumps but the only thing hurt was your dignity.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

You fumbled in the dark, turning on the dome light to shatter the darkness as you both flinched, regretful that you didn’t give a warning beforehand.

“Sounds like you’re having a bad day,” you said, stating the obvious.

“You could say that,” she shyly said, her charming voice light and airy as she tucked strands of light blonde hair behind her ears.

“Thank you again.”

“Of course.”

“I was so worried when my car broke down, I didn’t know what to do,” she said, her arms still discernibly shivering.

“You’re safe now. Are you still cold? I can turn the heater on.”

She shook her head politely. “I think I just need to take this wet jacket off,” she said, removing it from her body as you took it from her, placing it on the empty seat next to you.

“That’s better.”

When she was in the right position you caught a glimpse of cleavage, but you tried not to stare.

The attractive blonde had on a simple white top underneath with a thin gold necklace that resembled more of a bra than a shirt as she adjusted the straps. Her pretty shoulders were exposed and didn’t have on more than a pair of jean shorts. It wasn’t that surprising why she was a bit chilly.

“You know...I’ve heard that huddling together is a good way to keep warm.”

“Is it?” you asked, feigning ignorance as you admired the color in her pupils.

“It’s worth a shot,” she replied, making her way over to your side as she climbed your lap. She left the blanket on the seat and avoided making the same mistake you did, clearly losing the height advantage you made it easier.

Her legs wrapped around your waist as you could feel the body heat rising already as she got comfortable.

“Is it helping?” you asked.

“I’m not sure yet,” she coyly said, pressing her body closer against yours, her breasts pressing against your chest.

“I’m feeling pretty warm myself now,” you said, looking into her gaze. She had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen, just one look made you liable to get lost in them.

“I wouldn’t want you to overheat now…” she said, abruptly grabbing on the collar of your shirt and gently tugging on it, pulling it up and over your head as you lifted your arms to assist her.

“What about now?”

“I think I’m feeling much better.”

“Good,” she replied.

“You’re so pretty.”

She blushed, her cheeks helping warm the rest of her body. “Thank you. I think we can still do better,” she said, searching for the dome light and turning it off, leaving the car cloaked in almost complete darkness. Only scattered lightning strikes assisted in lighting up her features.

“What's your name?” you asked. She hesitated for a moment placing a hand on your shoulder and began tracing your bare chest with her fingertip.

Without saying another word she traced random patterns, moving from your neck down your abdomen, her touch tantalizing your senses. She moved back up to your chest as she formed the letter “J”, picking her finger up as she proceeded to write her name on your bare skin.

“...I”

“...S”

“...U”, she traced one more letter as you put them all together, her fingernail digging into your chest just enough to not cause any pain.

“...N”

“Your name is Jisun?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a pretty name.”

Her cheeks reddened again. ”Thank you. For everything. You’re really sweet.”

Jisun caught you by surprise, her small hands cupping your face as she leaned inward. The next fit of lighting struck perfectly, lighting up the back seat as her warm lips pressed up against yours, earning your first taste.

Her lips were impossibly soft, she tasted like a sweetened version of the rain, an addicting sample that you needed more of.

“Without you I’d still be stuck in the rain. Let me pay you back.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Jisun. You really don’t have to do anything.”

“But I want to. You’re my savior.”

You shook your head repeatedly. “I’m not, I would have done it for anybody.”

“I’m glad you did it for me then,” she said, kissing your lips again with more passion, more fire behind her gaze. “Let me do something for you. Anything, please?”

Her offer wasn’t necessary, but it would have been rude to refuse her generosity. You noticed at that moment you couldn’t tear your eyes away from her chest, even in the dim moonlight shining through.

“Can you take this top off?” you reluctantly asked, hoping you wouldn’t get a slap in the face in return.

“Of course. I meant anything,” she said without any delay, lifting her top up and over her head, flinging it behind her as it landed in the passenger seat. Her clothed breasts look so large and inviting, her skin soft and immaculate you just wanted to caress every inch of her.

Jisun didn’t waste time as your eyes roamed her body, dismounting your lap long enough to peel her jean shorts down her wide hips.

“Won’t need those anymore,” she smirked, leaving herself exposed in a cute set of white bra and panties. Her breasts were pushed up perfectly, and you didn’t know whether to stare at her surprisingly thick thighs or her bottomless cleavage.

“You have a really nice body, Jisun.”

Her charming eyes were intense and mesmerizing as she held her sweet gaze on you. “You can see more of it if you’d like.”

“Please,” you said, as soon as your syllable finished Jisun reached behind her back to unhook her bra, divesting it into the darkness as it landed on the rear dash, freeing her beautiful full breasts.

You grew speechless as you stared at Jisun’s newly exposed chest, her breasts such a perfect shape with beautiful cherry pink nipples, stiffening already either in part to the weather or her arousal, you didn’t care which.

“Can I touch you, Jisun?” you cautiously asked, instantly met with an approving nod.

“Please do.”

Not wasting a precious second you grabbed her hips, her skin warm to the touch and silky soft as you explored her body, touching her stomach and stopping just below her wonderful breasts, waiting for her blessing.

“Put your hands all over me,” she pleaded, the necessary invitation you craved as you cupped her warm breasts, delicious flesh in your fingertips as you felt the weight in your hands. Your pants tightened as you ran both thumbs over opposing pretty nipples.

Jisun moaned softly and closed her eyes for a second, trying to hide the desire in them.

“They’re sensitive,” she whined cutely, and you wanted to test that out as you pinched her nipples, rolling them between your fingers and sucked on the one closest to your mouth.

You felt Jisun’s hips buck as your lips latched on to the beautiful bud, applying firm pressure as you slurped gently on it, swirling your tongue around it and earning more beautiful moans that were drowned out by the still obnoxious thunderstorm.

Switching breasts you suckled them hungrily, devouring her tits and starving for more. Her wide eyes filled with pleasure as her nipples grew swollen and doused in saliva. You gave her sensitive tips a brief respite, licking in between her breasts, tasting the sweat that had formed which did little to quench your thirst as you kept your face buried in her cleavage.

You were content to stay there until the dawn broke, smothering yourself with her perfect breasts, but held back as you wanted to explore more of her body, kissing her collarbone and neck in several places, only to be met with more sensual moans.

More kisses, more places to touch, her deliciously soft skin being peppered with your lips, kissing wherever you could as you rested your hands on her back, keeping her small frame close to you.

You returned to her delicious lips, drinking in the intoxicating taste of Jisun as soft kisses grew more heated, hands wandering everywhere in the dark and desperate to touch naked flesh.

Jisun came up for air, gasping lightly as she angled her head into the crook of your neck, sucking on it with much fervor, living her lipstick stains on your flushed skin.

“I want you,” Jisun whispered seductively in your ear, nibbling on your lower earlobe while a hand found your crotch, cupping your bulge wantonly.

“I want you inside me,” she said, licking the side of your neck as her seductive gaze met yours, impossible to look away and you’d do anything she asked at that moment.

“I want you more,” you replied, kissing her breasts as she lifted herself off your lap just enough to slip her panties off, as you unbuttoned your pants, yanking them down to your ankles along with your boxers and you’ve never been so thankful to be freed of clothes.

Jisun took her place back on your naked lap, straddling you tightly as she grabbed your stiffening shaft, stroking you from base to tip slowly.

“Do you think anyone will see us?” she asked, running her slim fingers around your length with a delicate grip as you throbbed, another abrupt roar of thunder that startled you both as you caressed her cheek in reassurance.

“I wouldn’t care if they did,” you said, Jisun flashing a smile in agreement.

Jisun lined her inviting entrance with your shaft, carefully positioning herself and elevated her body. She took an audible deep breath as she pushed her hips down and sank down onto your cock, the tip penetrating her and sending a flood of pleasure as you both moaned together.

“F-fuck…”

Jisun leaned in as her hands wrapped around the nape of your neck, taking a second to adjust and began to take a ride on your stiff throbbing cock. One look in her sensual eyes heightened your arousal and her hips moved, stretching her out ever so gently.

The rain had finally calmed down, no longer causing alarm but now a calming presence, adding a beautiful soundtrack to what was happening in your steamy backseat. Jisun moved her naked body in a slow, precise rhythm, savoring every time your shaft left her pussy, anticipating the next stroke inside her.

Jisun was incredibly tight as was expected but not like this. Her pussy was so warm and wet, smothering your shaft as she impaled herself with half your length, taking in the pleasure one step at a time. With each ride she released a steady stream of erotic moans, her voice an orgasm in itself.

“You feel really good inside me,” she whispered in your ear, insisting on keeping her cute voice low as if she were your own personal sexual ASMR, every syllable of honey shooting tingles up your spine.

“Not as good as you feel around my cock,” you replied, placing your hands on her soft buttcheeks, squeezing the soft flesh she grew drunk with pleasure.

Jisun quickened her movements, taking more of you into her tight pussy as her wet lips gripped your cock tightly, demanding you stay inside her for as long as she wanted. She bounced her juicy ass on your crotch as your hands moved to the front of her torso, squeezing her breasts again as your shaft became covered in her slick juices.

“Suck my tits more,” she demanded, grabbing the back of your head and pressing her flawless breasts into your face, suffocating you with her delicious mounds. You stuck your tongue out and licked what warm skin you could, released from the confines of her flesh after several seconds as you took her sensitive nubs into your mouth, stimulating them endlessly with your lips and tongue.

“Just like that, fuck,” Jisun moaned, bouncing on your cock harder as you planted sloppy kisses on her breasts, palming and messily suckling on them as if Jisun’s voluptuous soft breasts were a top-notch meal and you had an insatiable appetite for them.

You did everything you could to Jisun’s tits, licking and slurping on her delicious nipples, teasing them with your tongue, biting them, devouring every inch of her breasts. She grew wetter with every movement, and you took a break from the buffet that was her chest, relaxing into the seat once more.

“How does that feel? Do you like when I ride your cock?” Jisun asked, keeping up the pace with every rock of her hips. Your arms spread wide and rested on the back dash as you watched her amazing breasts endlessly bouncing, unable to take your eyes anywhere else.

“It feels so good,” you said, your body feeling weightless, every sensation in your body being amplified as Jisun bounced and bounced with a limitless amount of energy. Her demeanor had changed tenfold since you met her, the stranded girl worried to no end now had lust-clouded eyes, full of wanton need and moaning easily into your ears.

“I want to make you cum. I want to keep riding your cock until you finish inside me.”

Jisun didn’t let you respond as she smothered your lips with her own, furiously bouncing on your cock as she grabbed your wrists and placed your hands on her breasts, helping you squeeze them as the loud smack of flesh against flesh filled the car.

“Play with my nipples. I’m so close, I want to cum on your cock.”

You did as instructed, wanting to fulfill any desires Jisun had as you pinched both of her hard nipples, tugging at them, teasing them with your fingertips, rolling them in between your fingers and doing anything to give her the stimulation she was desperate for.

“That’s it, please don’t stop. I’m going to cum on your cock so hard, oh god!”

Jisun’s tight dripping pussy clamped down hard around your cock, pulsating in random waves to validate her words. Her plump cheeks smacked against your lap, arms tightly wrapping around your neck as her breasts smashed against your chest, breathlessly moaning directly into your ears.

“Cum for me, Jisun.”

It wasn’t that she needed permission, but your beckoning words gave her an extra boost she needed, sending her over the edge. Her mouth agape as her head snapped back, toes curling and her breathing shallowed, holding on to your body as if she were going to collapse otherwise as her warm pussy pulsated rapidly as slick dripped out between her thighs.

Jisun’s half-lidded eyes grew heavy, closing them tightly for several moments as her intense climax washed over her like a hurricane, every ounce of pleasure hitting her all at once as she rode it out, gyrating her wide hips in slow lazy circles.

The fatigue set in as Jisun slowly opened her eyes, and as she came down from such an intense high you noticed the windows had fogged up considerably, only adding to the erotic atmosphere.

Jisun struggled to speak at first, still dealing with the aftermath of her climax as she took in several deep breaths, causing her chest to heave up and down which only aroused you even more.

“Your turn,” she said breathlessly, resting her head on your shoulder, catching her breath.

Jisun looked up at you, still in her post-orgasm haze and stared longingly into your eyes, sweetly whispering three words.

“Cum inside me.”

There was no better offer than that. Jisun did her best to move her hips, but you did the rest of the work, gripping her waist and thrusted frantically as sweat dripped down your brow.

You knew you weren’t going to last much longer, matching her slow and steady rhythm and driving yourself deep into her tight warm cunt.

“J-Jisun...I’m going to cum…” you moaned, the tightness in your core being impossible to ignore. She placed her hands on either side of your neck, her face a hair's breadth away as your impending orgasm grew closer and closer.

“It’s okay, fill me. Please, cum for me, give me everything.”

Just like before, her words were the trigger to your own climax, and with the last bit of thrusts you buried your shaft deep inside her heavenly pussy as you erupted. You grunted and groaned as your throbbing cock emptied into her, filling her to the brim with your thick, creamy load, her tight walls milking every drop out of you.

You fired everything you had into her body until your balls were drained, feeling just as breathless as Jisun did moments ago, gasping for air as she rested her pretty head on your warm chest.

Neither of you said a word for some time, communicating only in tired gasps and pants until you broke the silence.

“I think it stopped raining finally. Do you want me to try to call someone again?”

Jisun shook her head weakly. “It can wait until morning. The streets might be flooded, who knows how long it will take them.”

Her fingers ran through strands of your hair, playing with it lazily, “You can take me back home if you don’t mind. It’s not that far from here, I was on the way there before my car died.”

“Of course. Just tell me where to take you.”

“Let me get my things real quick,” Jisun said, almost forgetting that you still had your cock inside her.

“I guess I should get dressed first,” she giggled, as she dismounted herself from your shaft, her pussy leaking your hot load down her thighs.

“Fuck, you came a lot,” she said with a proud smirk as she slipped her top back on to cover herself up, not bothering with underwear as she pulled her jeans back up.

“I don’t exactly have anything to clean up with, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. I like the way it feels dripping inside of me,” she said, cautiously exiting the car. You got dressed yourself and moved to the driver’s seat, taking note of how the rain was thankfully now barely a sprinkle.

Jisun grabbed her purse, turning her hazard lights off and locked the door, slamming her car hood shut as she entered the passenger seat of your car, pulling down the visor to look at herself in the mirror.

“I’ve never had sex in a car before,” Jisun said, putting her seatbelt on as the engine purred to life.

“Me neither. First time for everything I guess?”

“Definitely.”

“Where to?”

Jisun punched her address into your GPS, and you looked behind you as you carefully pulled back onto the highway.

Her place wasn’t that far off, closer to your apartment than was expected as you pulled into a driveway, lights flashing onto a door with the number 009.

“Here we are, safe and sound.”

“Thank you,” Jisun said, and you couldn’t help notice the way the seatbelt rested in between her large breasts, making them appear even bigger and more noticeable.

“...You’re coming inside, aren’t you?” Jisun said, resting her hand on your thigh. “I won’t murder you. I promise,” she added.

“Well in that case...” you said, Jisun giggled cutely. You both stepped out of the car at the same time, letting her lead the way.

“I have roommates, but they’re not going to be here until the morning. We have this whole place to ourselves,” she said, keying in the number to her electronic lock as it magically opened.

Her place was smaller than expected as you slipped your shoes off and placed them in the entryway, next to several different pairs in different colors.

“How many roommates do you have?”

“Just a couple. Most of those are mine,” she responded, placing her shoes next to the pile.

You took a step onto the wooden floor that led into the living room, Jisun gesturing to take a seat on the couch centered in the room, small and cream-colored with tufted upholstery. Lounging back in the seat you were greeted with a surprising amount of comfort, trying not to hit your leg on the wooden coffee table in front, coming up to about your knees.

Jisun briefly panicked, noticing a leftover container of ramen and a can of orange fanta were left on the table as she quickly scooped them up and disposed of them.

“Sorry, my roommates are a bit of a slob.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Would you like some tea?” she asked, heading towards the rather small kitchen that doubled as a laundry room.

“Sure, I’d love some.”

“What kind would you like?”

“There’s more than one kind?”

Jisun chuckled as she opened a cupboard that she was barely able to reach filled with different colored boxes.

“Let’s see, we have blueberry, raspberry, ginseng, sleepytime, green tea, green tea with lemon, green tea with lemon and honey, ginger with honey, ginger without honey, vanilla almond, white truffle and... earl grey.“

“...I think you made some of those up,” you said, cocking your head to the side.

“How about raspberry?”

“Raspberry sounds great.”

Jisun grabbed a red box out of the cupboard, shutting the door and grabbed two black mugs, placing them on the counter as she poured water in an electric kettle.

“Shouldn’t take too long,” she said, settling down on the couch next to you and crossing her legs. You couldn’t help but notice that without the security of a bra her nipples were poking through her top, not that it wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen moments ago, but it did spark a fire in your loins.

“Are you hungry? I can whip something up real quick, I’m a really good cook.”

“I wish I was. I had a big dinner before the drive home.”

“Oh, okay,” Jisun said, disappointed. “I hope it was delicious.”

“It was, but you taste better,” you smugly said.

Jisun couldn’t help but laugh at your cheesy compliment, as there was an awkward moment of silence for two people who just had sex in a backseat.

“So, Jisun…” you said, struggling to come up with anything to say to break the tension. “This is a nice place.”

“Thank you. It’s small but cozy, and the rent is really cheap. There’s three of us here so I can afford to just work part-time right now.”

“What do you do if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Not at all. I’m a…” Jisun hesitated for a second, shyly smiling.

“I’m an erotic model.”

Jisun tried to hold back a giggle, failing miserably as she covered her mouth with her palm.

“Oh really?” you said. “So I’m not the only person who has seen you naked?”

“Sorry to break it to you. It’s not always nude though, sometimes it's lingerie or swimsuits, but I definitely don’t have my clothes on for most of the shoots.”

“You certainly have the body for it.”

Jisun blushed. “My roommate got me the job, she does the same thing. I wasn’t so sure about it at first, but then I realized then that my large breasts could work to my advantage, and it pays really well.”

Your thoughts raced of Jisun in various nude poses, baring herself for the world to see. It was at that moment that a loud beep came from the kitchen, signaling that tea was ready to be made.

“Be right back,” she said, heading to the kitchen to prepare the tea and came back right away.

“So, what about you?” Jisun asked as she sat back down.

“I’m a photographer. I haven’t been lucky enough to shoot erotic models though,” you said.

“How fun. Maybe someday you can take nude pictures of me.”

You could only dream of such a thing.

Another beep as Jisun excused herself, returning with two mugs of freshly brewed raspberry tea, handing you one, the delicious room flooding the room before you had your first sip.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

True to her word it was, but no less delicious, the aroma wafting and hitting your nostrils as you tasted it.

“Do you like being a model?”

“I love it,” she said without hesitation. “I love my body, I’m confident enough to stand in front of a mirror naked and be proud of what I see. I get to show the world that, have fun, and get paid to do it.”

“I’d love to see your work.”

“I’ve got some copies around here somewhere,” she said, bringing her mug to her lips and taking a loud sip.

“But I’ve got a better idea. I’ll be right back.”

Jisun headed out of the living room, bare feet walking up the black spiral staircase that led up to an unexplored area. You were left in silence, sipping on piping hot tea that warmed your throat as you waited for her return.

Not long after, Jisun came back into frame, standing at the top of the staircase in a very sheer black robe, loosely tightened that did little if anything to cover up her voluptuous body. She took slow purposeful steps down the staircase, her slender legs exposed through a slit in the robe as she took her time in making her way back down.

When her feet stepped off the last step she straightened her back, placing her hands on her hips and presented herself. You could see her breasts desperate to be freed once more, sporting more deadly cleavage as her small tight body was the perfect package of sexy and cuteness.

“Wow,” you said, your mind going blank as you were at a loss for words, putting your mug down on the coffee table.

“What do you think? This is what I wore for my last shoot,” she shyly said as she spun around, letting you see the glimpse of her bountiful backside.

“I think I need to see more,” you said, smirking as you tried not to salivate over her yummy body.

Jisun beamed in response, loosening the belt on her robe and letting it fall off her shoulders as it fell to the ground. She took a few steps towards you, letting you feast your eyes on the lacy pastel pink lingerie she had changed into, displaying all her delicious curves for you.

“You look so sexy, Jisun,” you said, as she sat back down on your lap, and you couldn’t take your gaze off her for a second, wrapping your hands around her waist.

“I really need to thank you again,” she warmly said, planting a kiss on your forehead.

Jisun stalled her words before continuing, placing her steaming mug next to your own.

“You took such good care of me,” Jisun said, initiating the kiss once more and pressing herself against you until both of your bodies were flat on the couch, your feet almost hanging off the edge.

“Hurry up and take this off,” she requested, pulling on your shirt, and you rushed to lift it off your body, tossing it on the ground. Jisun planted her soft lips down your body, starting with your neck, leaving a trail of kisses down your chest and your abdomen as she began unzipping your pants.

“I didn’t get a chance to suck your cock in the car,” she said, dragging your pants and underwear down to your ankles, resting a hand on your thigh as she pumped your shaft slowly.

“Mommy wants to take care of you now,” she said, staring into your eyes as she gave smooth delicate strokes from base to tip, working every inch of your throbbing shaft.

“Mommy?” you repeated.

“You’ll call me that won’t you, baby? It’ll really turn me on.”

“Of course, mommy,” you said, not hesitating for a second. Jisun’s eyes brightened and her heart skipped a beat as she laid down flat on her stomach, spreading your legs wide and rubbed your thighs.

Jisun puckered her lips and kissed the very tip of your cockhead, swirling her tongue around it, swiping against your leaking slit.

“Mommy...wants...to...pay...you...back,” she said, planting a wet kiss on your shaft after every word, smacking her lips against your flesh, leaving her wet mouth everywhere.

“You’re going to feel so good after I’m done with you, baby.”

Jisun gave your balls a tender squeeze, licking your shaft from base to tip, long delicate strokes of her tongue painting your cock as she explored every inch.

“Mommy can’t wait to make you cum again.”

The frantic licks around your shaft lowered, Jisun licking up and down your balls as she kissed her way back up, making sure not an inch of your shaft was left without feeling her soft lips.

Jisun knew you were more than ready, eager lips sliding alongside both sides of your needy shaft, running her tongue all over. When she reached your swollen head her soft lips wrapped around your shaft, sucking your tip gently as her cheeks hollowed, causing a gasp to leave your mouth.

She focused all of her attention on pleasuring you, moving just past your tip as it disappeared into her warm mouth, sucking on your shaft at her own deliberate pace.

“Fuck, mommy,” you said as Jisun began to bob her head up and down, lips sliding down halfway to your base and coming back up as her wet tongue played with the underside of your throbbing shaft.

Jisun’s dreamy eyes were etched onto yours, lifting her feet up into the air as she fondled your balls, gently massaging them as her mouth went as deep as she could, swallowing up every inch.

“That feels so good, mommy,” you moaned, feeling your shaft being coated in her warm saliva, as her slow pace continued, demonstrating she was no slouch when it came to her oral skills.

“I can tell. Mommy loves hearing you moan.”

Jisun took her sweet time, building you up slowly as you experienced a paroxysm of intense pleasure. Her warm wet mouth surrounded your throbbing needy shaft as she sucked every inch from base to tip, gently sliding up, and moving back down in smooth, carefully timed strokes.

You felt so many sensations throughout your body, unable to focus on any individual one as you stared up at the high ceiling for a moment, taking your eyes away from the oral assault between your thighs.

Your ears were filled with the wet sounds of Jisun slurping on your shaft, her tongue swirling around as her hands were kept busy, one hand resting on your thigh as her nails gently scratched your skin while the other caressed and played with your balls, making sure you were feeling as good as possible.

“M-mommy…” you whined, returning your focus to Jisun intensely pleasuring you, regretting looking back down at your crotch as it was quickly becoming too much to take.

Jisun didn’t back down, her delicious soft lips sliding down your length effortlessly, keeping those sparkling eyes on you and driving you absolutely insane, sucking off every inch of hard flesh as she caused endless moans from your mouth.

Your gasps and moans were music to Jisun’s ears as she parked her mouth at the end of your base for several seconds, tongue swirling in random patterns and you’re not sure how you didn’t immediately explode then and there.

She withdrew slowly but not without a few additional slurps, stroking your shaft gingerly as sat back up to her knees, positioning herself on the inside of your spread legs.

“You like mommy’s big tits, don’t you?” she asked, not that she didn’t already know the answer as she adjusted her lacy bra, making her breasts bounce.

“I love them, mommy.”

“Good,” she replied, taking your wet hard cock and sliding it under the fabric of her bra, trapped it between her soft pillowy breasts, causing your breath to get caught in your throat as you moaned loudly.

“H-holy fuck, mommy.”

Jisun didn’t say a word as her lips curled, spitting in between her cleavage repeatedly as she used her breasts to give devastating pleasure, grinding her chest against your shaft and causing friction.

Your shaft was being squeezed tightly by warm flesh as Jisun took you between her beautiful tits, just the sight of it overwhelming your senses. Her breasts felt so good as your shaft was sliding in and out of her delicious cleavage, aiding in lubrication by her saliva to keep the friction smooth as could be.

Jisun grabbed her breasts and squeezed them tighter, wrapping the delicate mounds of flesh around every inch of your throbbing shaft as you could only lie against the couch helpless, watching your shaft disappearing in the warm soft cavern of her amazing breasts.

“M-mommy I can’t take much more,” you cried out, feeling powerless to do anything but give in to her.

“It’s okay, baby. Mommy doesn’t want you to hold back, fuck these big tits until you explode. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Y-yes, mommy.”

JIsun gave a bright expression on her features as your shaft was bombarded by so many sensations, warm suffocating flesh squeezing and massaging as you were thrusted into her cleavage, unable to escape her delicious large mounds as that aching feeling in your core snuck up again.

“M-mommy, I’m gonna cum!” you breathlessly said, Jisun’s bouncing breasts doing everything they could to send you over the edge.

“Cum for mommy.”

You couldn’t take anymore, with just a handful more pumps in between her large breasts you exploded, throbbing inside her cleavage and sent spurts of thick cum everywhere, landing on her delicious breasts and collarbone as you painted her body as she looked down proudly at you.

You felt your senses being attacked all at once as Jisun’s soft tits milked your cock, squeezing out every drop as your thick semen stained her skin, making sure you were granted as much pleasure as could take.

Your orgasm continued for several moments as Jisun freed your cock from her pillowy confines and stroked it, causing an uncontrollable twitch as she stroked it gently.

“You made such a mess all over mommy,” she said, rubbing your cum into her skin as it glistened, running a thumb against the sensitive underside of your cock as your whole body shook.

You caught your breath as you were able to come back down from your high still feeling the effects of your intense orgasm lingering through your body.

“You’re still hard, baby,” Jisun said, carefully working her fingers around your sensitive shaft.

“It’s because you turn me on so much, mommy.”

Jisun shyly smiled. “Good, that just means I get to drain your balls one more time. Let’s move to the bedroom.”

Jisun lifted herself off your body, helping you off the couch as she took you by the hand and led you up the dark spiral stairs into a nearby room that was unoccupied.

Her bedroom was cute and small, not unlike Jisun herself. Capturing the room’s focal point was a comfortable looking large bed, dark purple sheets with matching purple walls and light pink curtains that were drawn open, letting the moonlight in.

You didn’t have much time to admire the rest of the room as Jisun led you by your cock to the bed, and quicker than a hiccup she had unhooked her bra and slipped her panties off, lifting herself onto her mattress.

She scooted back onto the pillows, spreading her legs wide and letting you see the delicious pink flesh waiting for you as she flashed the most inviting eyes as she made a come-hither motion with her finger.

“Mommy wants to feel you inside again. Come fuck me.”

You never liked to keep a woman waiting, scurrying onto the bed between her spread legs, knees pressed firmly into her mattress. Gripping your shaft strongly you didn’t dawdle as you lined yourself up with Jisun’s heat, taking note of how wet her pink pussy had gotten as you slipped a finger inside her for just a second.

“Mommy is so wet,” you said, sucking the delicious juices off your finger.

“You should do something about that then, shouldn’t you, baby?”

You answered by pressing the swollen tip of your shaft inside her warmth, followed by the rest of you as Jisun was filled with hard flesh again, not having the patience to tease her.

Her beautiful moans filled the air, the slick lips of her tight cunt desperately clung to your shaft as you quickly formed a rhythm, gazing down at her body as her eyes were needy and thirsty for more.

You planned to do just that, grabbing her wonderful thighs and wrapping your arms around them as you bottomed her out with every thrust.

“Just like that, baby. Mommy likes it deep.”

Jisun lifted her arms up over her head, resting them onto her stack of pillows and letting you see an even better view of her breasts bouncing with every thrust. The pleasure was intense as your hips moved faster, Jisun’s delicious juices lubricating every inch of your hard shaft as you slid in and out of her warm hole with ease, feeling breathless as you fucked the cute busty woman.

“You fuck mommy so well, you like my pussy that much?” Jisun asked as you felt the need to increase your speed even more, endlessly thrusting balls deep in her tight petite frame.

“Y-yes, mommy, so fucking much...”

“That’s what I like to hear, baby. Keep fucking mommy just like this.”

Jisun’s honey voice instructing you just what to do escalated your arousal levels, putting you into an orgasmic trance as you kept her filled to the hilt, savoring the incredible warmth and wetness that never left your shaft.

“You feel so good, mommy,” you moaned, every inch of your sensitive shaft being squeezed by hot dripping flesh as you kept the fluid movements going, fucking Jisun’s tight perfect body as you began to feel the sweat misting on her flushed skin.

“Harder, baby. Can you make me cum again?” Jisun asked, biting her lip as you immediately gave in to her wishes, pistoning your hips in a way that made them smack against her luscious thighs, causing them to ripple.

“Of course, mommy.”

Your hands swapped from her thighs to her delicious waist, gripping her warm skin as you looked into her gorgeous features, increasing your pace even more and driving your shaft inside her from tip to base, loving the erotic stream of moans that escaped her sultry lips.

“Fuck, baby, you’re doing such a good job. Don’t stop, I’m almost there,” she said, squeezing her breasts as she pinched her nipples and it seemed the additional stimulation was her favorite way to climax.

“Cum for me, mommy, please cum for me,” you pleaded, watching the wonderful lustful expression on her face. It didn’t take much longer, every thrust inside her warm pussy causing her walls to pulsate harshly and in no time flat you had made her reach her peak again.

“Mommy’s gonna cum!” Jisun cried out, her back arching off the bed as she gripped the sheets with one hand, playing with her sensitive nipples with the other. Her toes curled into the mattress as she screamed with pleasure, soaking your shaft and the sheets underneath as she came even harder than her first orgasm in the car, the intensity running through her body as she struggled to see straight.

You kept the motions going through every last second of her strong orgasm, feeling her shaking in your arms as you didn’t stop fucking her for a second, dangerously close to following behind her.

“F-fuck, baby,” Jisun gasped out, eyes glazed over as she was able to regain her senses.

“You made mommy feel so good,” she said, struggling to breathe properly as her eyes closed for a moment, feeling lost in euphoria as she came down gracefully.

Her walls had squeezed your shaft so tightly, as if they were trying to steal your load early from your shaft as her thighs trembled in time with the aftershocks of her body. Your pace had lowered during Jisun’s climax, but you were ready to kick it back in full speed, giving the deepest strokes you could handle.

“Are you going to cum for mommy again? I can feel you throbbing so much.”

“Y-yes, mommy,” you said, feeling light-headed as your hands roamed bare skin, leaning forward to capture her plentiful breasts in your palms.

“Cum inside mommy. I don’t want it anywhere else,” she demanded, as your hips increased the range of motion, thrusting wantonly inside her dripping hot cunt, chasing your climax.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum inside me, fill me with another thick load. Please, baby, cum for mommy.”

Jisun’s thick thighs wrapped around your waist, letting you know that pulling out was not an option, not that you ever would have done so otherwise. Your thrusts sped up with more frequency, moving as fast and deep inside her warm inviting pussy as possible.

Your face was close enough to hers for your noses to touch, and you gave one her more chaste kiss as you felt that aching in your core that crept up on you, staring into each other's eyes and trying to extend your pleasure for as long as possible.

“Mommy, I’m cumming!” you cried out, as Jisun squeezed her thighs around your body tighter, making sure you were going to give her every drop.

You couldn’t even count the number of thrusts it took before you erupted, throbbing wildly into Jisun as you began filling her up, sending your warm cum into the depths of her pretty pussy, her soft walls seizing every spurt out of your shaft.

It was your third orgasm of the night and yet was the strongest one, each shot of cum deposited in Jisun accompanied desperate moans as you emptied your balls inside her, trying to fuck your creamy load as deep as it would go.

“You feel so warm, you came so much for mommy,” Jisun said, caressing the side of your face, her tired eyes still locked onto you.”

She still had her legs locked tight around you, refusing to let go and you were just as eager to stay in this position forever, your shaft drowning in the combined juices of each other.

Jisun made sure your balls were drained inside her fully before she loosened the grip of her, causing your twitching shaft to depart from her pussy. She lifted her legs and pressed them together to give you the most optimum view as your load leaked out of her pussy, dripping out little by little as she played with her creamy splayed lips.

Still trying to catch her breath Jisun pressed two fingers into her semen-soaked pussy, into the deepest part as she collected the mess you left inside her, bringing it to her lips and sucking them clean.

“You taste so good, baby,” she said, gesturing you to come over as you collapsed onto her sweaty body, using her breasts as the perfect pillow.

You rested on her body for several moments in silence, neither of you saying a word as you were able to feel her chest heaving, equally exhausted.

“Do you want to shower with me before we go for round three?”

“R-round three? I can barely move-”

“Jisun-unnie! We’re back home, we brought back chicken!”

“Shit!” Jisun muttered under her breath, staring at you like a deer caught in headlights as she found herself in a state of panic.

“They came home early?”

“Seems so, they certainly picked the worst time. I’ve never brought anybody home before.”

“Well...maybe we should take that shower now,” you suggested, as Jisun bowed her head in agreement.

“Good idea, it’s down the hall. Come on.”

The two of you scrambled down the hallway, entering a door on the left just in time as Jisun locked it tightly. She managed to turn the water on just in time as two women could be heard climbing up the staircase, stepping onto the second floor.

“Jisun-unnie?” one called out, curiously looking around the second floor. The lights in Jisun’s room were still on, clothes scattered around the floor that left a trail of evidence.

“Unnie should really learn to put up her clothes,” one of the women said, picking up one of the discarded garments and inspecting it.

“This isn’t her shirt.”

“I don’t think she wears boxers either,” the other woman said as she furrowed her brow.

The two women exchanged confused glances that turned into surprise, putting together the pieces one by one.

“She also never showers at night,” one woman said as they looked around the room.

“I didn’t see her car in the driveway when we pulled in...”

It didn’t take a detective to figure out what was going on, exchanging playful smirks on their faces.

“We should probably leave them alone…”

“But I wanna know who got in unnie’s pants!” one of them whined, a little too loud for comfort that could be heard through the shower. You and Jisun nervously stared at each other under the hot water, trying not to say a word.

“It’s not polite to be nosy, let’s give them some privacy.”

The two women headed back down the stairway, making their way down into the kitchen

“I think they went back downstairs,” you said, staring at Jisun’s soaped-up naked body.

“Are you sure?”

“No, but I don’t hear them talking anymore. Your walls are really thin.”

“Tell me about it. I had to buy a quieter vibrator, learned that the hard way,” Jisun said, her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment.

“But now that we’ve gotten a little privacy…how about you fuck me against this wall? Think you can go again?”

“Shouldn’t I be asking you the same thing?”

Jisun smirked devilishly, spinning carefully on her heels as she took up position behind the nearest glass pane.

“Don’t keep mommy waiting.”

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