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xoxoskai · 5 months

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NIKOBRAN HEADCANNONS

to keep you going this last week before God of Fury drops<3

Between all his sons-in-law, Brandon is Kyle's favorite.

Levi's is Mia (cousin-fuckers who stole his son and daughter he'll always beef with)

Brandon and Niko are the type of relatives to wear matching clothes on Christmas because Niko would take up any chance to wear matching anything with Brandon.

If and when Brandon bakes, no one gets a chance to even taste what he made before Niko devours it all.

The only place Niko can fall asleep in at record speed is Brandon's arms.

The only reason Niko teaches Brandon how to drive a bike is so he can put his arms around his boyfriend's slutty waist boyfriend.

Remi is terrified on Brandon's behalf.

"Bran, yes, he's hot but mate, look at that guy! He has some skin on those tattoos!"

Astrid shares Remi's concerns but soon comes to find out that Niko is the biggest goofball of sunshine and almost adopts him.

Surprisingly, the one who takes the longest to accept Brandon is Rai. Because it's not her first time meeting the Kings (hello, she's a far relative) and she's worried that her oldest who is actually tender hearted and plagued by demons of his past, might be crushed beyond repair if Brandon hurt him.

Brandon and Landon think they can get away with tricking their in-laws by dressing as each other but they underestimate the Sokolov-Hunters who told them apart the moment they walked in.

Brandon tried it on Niko once when he first divulged about how Maya and Mia used to do it, but Niko could tell Brandon apart from his "psycho" brother in a heartbeat.

"It's your eyes" He had murmured. "Yours sparkle"

Glyndon is weary of Niko but as long as Brandon's happy, she's happy.

Landon is supremely unhappy.

When Landon first opposes their relationship by threatening Niko, Niko flings back "Remember who you're dating and what I mean to them" back at him.

Niko and Landon almost kill each other multiple times.

If there's someone even more unhappy than Landon, it's Crieghton.

Creighton: "Does this mean I can't fight him anymore?" Elsa: "Why were you fighting him before this?!" Creighton: "Is anyone else hearing this buzzing? I should go check."

Niko goes feral whenever he sees Brandon shirtless and vice-versa but

Niko is always shirtless, so Brandon is always suffering.

Unlike Niko, Brandon doesn't carry him into a dark corner to immediately fuck.

If there's no scene of Brandon asking Niko "Who's fucking you?" Rina, you'll hear from my therapist. And if there's not a single, evil, unhinged Brandon moment where Niko is flabbergasted at the change and is accusing him of being two-faced at which Brandon will laugh, lean in and ask tauntingly "What are you going to do? Tell on me?" I will sue.

Brandon's muse is Niko. (Bitch, I said what I said)

Unlike Landon, Brandon doesn't divulge this piece of information to his boyfriend because he does not want to give Niko even more reasons to walk around with lesser clothes.

Brandon gets a tattoo for Niko on his ribs. (cue feral Nikolai)

After which Niko tries to get Brandon's name tattooed on his favorite organ, but Jeremy literally deadlocks the door to his room to keep him inside after Niko asked for opinions in their group chat about his decision.

Niko: You don't think it's romantic? Jeremy, Killian, Gareth, Landon, Eli, Creighton, Remi:

They've definitely rolled around in paint and fucked on a canvas after it. Niko would display it in the entryway of their house if Brandon let him.

They've also joined the mile high club.

After they get engaged, Brandon calls him by his full-name as in "Nikolai Sokolov-Hunter-King" just to piss him off but Nikolai loves being associated to Brandon in every possible way, so it backfires.

Their wedding bands have each other's name inscribed in them.

As does the underside of their ring fingers in the other's handwriting.

Nikolai tries drawing a heart over the i in his name and almost gets smacked.

#legacy of gods #nikolai sokolov #brandon king #nikolai x brandon #nikobran #god of fury #god of malice #god of pain #god of ruin #god of war #eliava #eli x ava #eli king #landon king #jeremy volkov #creighton king #mia sokolov #maya sokolov #cecily knight

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bearhugsandshrugs · 4 months

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Not a request, but I really hope you'll write some bratty sub Gortash.

I still felt like filling it so I did haha.

Bratty sub Gortash x Afab!Reader

“Make me”, Gortash spits out, sweat rolling down his temples. His hands are cuffed behind his back as he’s kneeling in front of you, naked.

You chuckle, pulling at the leash that’s connected to the collar that he’s wearing. He looks so pretty in leather, you think and he gasps at the yank. He’s pretending not wanting to eat you out, the smirk forming on his mouth so teasingly giving the act away. No matter what you do, he enjoys provoking you nearly as much as you enjoy putting him in his place.

“Fine”, you sigh, and you shove his chest, making him fall over backwards. He grunts in protest but it’s no use, and as you step down on his chest, his eyes sparkle with excitement.

“If I had my hands free I’d bend you over that desk and spank this nonsense out of you”, he scoffs, and even more heat pools between your legs.

“You’re cute when you’re delusional”, you chuckle, and then, strictly and confidently, you add: “Now shut up.”

Gortash bites his lower lip, struggling to submit, but he also wants to be good for you, no matter how much he pretends otherwise.

Positioning yourself so that your cunt is in his face, you kneel and lower your body down until his mouth presses into your folds.

“Get to work”, you command, starting to grind into his face, and you hear him sigh as he breathes you in, his tongue immediately lapping at the wetness that had started to gather. He’s helpless underneath you, lying on his back with his arms locked tight. You ride his mouth carefully at first, but then he sucks your clit so tenderly you almost lose it, and you pick up the pace.

Your movements get greedier as Gortash groans against your cunt, frustrated he can’t touch you, can’t run his hands over your body, but he’s there to serve you and he couldn’t be trusted to comply. You told him that when you cuffed his hands, and the string of curses he had let out in return would be a memory to go back to for many years to come.

His mouth is eager to please, tongue dipping into your entrance, teeth gently pulling at your folds, and you feel him push you closer and closer to the edge as his clever mouth devours you. When your movements become jerky and uneven, he mumbles a frustrated “Hold still” into your wetness, and you put your hand to his throat in response.

There’s an inaudible groan, probably another curse, but you can see his erection clearly, knowing exactly that this is what gets him off. Speeding up, you take from his lips what you want, and when you fall over the edge a gush of your juices spurts down his cheeks and chin, eliciting a long moan from him.

“Good boy”, you praise him breathlessly, and he moans once more, his deep voice vibrating against your folds before you pull away.

Looking down, you’re greeted by a glorious sight: Gortash’s lips are bruised and reddened, his eyes are hazy, half of his face is covered in your juices, and he stares at you with a mock in his eyes.

“Took you long enough”, he grunts, and despite yourself, you laugh.

You know exactly what you’ll do to punish him for that silly display. Last time you edged him for an hour before he begged you for release, and you’re wondering if you can set a new record tonight.

“Don’t pretend, little tyrant. Don’t pretend. We’re just getting started.”

#enver gortash #gortash x reader #gortash asks #my writing #drabbles #bg3 smut #sub gortash

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captain-mj · 1 year

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Muzzled Ghost prompt! Where Ghost gets caught and Soap immediately goes to find him. When he does he finds that Ghost has freed himself but still has a muzzle stuck to his face and well Soap might get a little too hot under the collar seeing his Lt angry, victorious, and annoyed about the muzzle but surely they don't need to get to the exfil right away do they?

Yes... Yes... I'm loving these asks

Soap was staring. He shouldn't be, but christ how can you blame him??

His Lt was a sight to see. Stripped down to his tactical pants, lines over his chest from where he was no doubt tightly tied down, but never secured. His blond hair spiked up and messy. He was clean, no blood or dirt on him which was shocking considering. Though, it seemed Soap had killed everyone coming in, meaning Ghost just had to free himself.

That was all... one thing. Already, Soap would be gagging for him. But now, there was the added fact that Ghost was collared and muzzled. They had used brown leather ones, obviously meant for a human with the way they curved around his jaw. The collar and muzzle had a string that kept him from moving his head properly.

"Johnny, thank fuck. It's locked. You have a lockpick right?" Ghost looked at him, pausing once they made eye contact. Soap realized he was drooling. "I know you like me shirtless but pull yourself together Sergeant." He crossed his arms over his chest like he was a blushing bride trying to protect himself from Soap's wandering eyes.

"I um... Yeah I..." Wait. He laughed awkwardly. "Actually... I don't have a lockpick... Mine broke at the beginning of this mission. Remember?"

"Jesus fucking Christ." Ghost tugged at the leather, making it press taut against his skin and Soap went weak in the fucking knees. "Help. Me." He hissed at him.

"You look so fucking good." Soap mumbled, accent thick as honey over his words.

Ghost went red, all the way down his chest. "You kinky bastard. Like seeing me in a fucking collar?"

"Collar is helping, but that's not my focus, Lt." He reached up, grabbed the muzzle and yanking him down. Without his boots, Simon was still tall, but he didn't tower over him quite as much.

"Bloody Hell." Ghost mumbled out. "I'm the one muzzled but you're the one acting like a fucking dog." He looked embarrassed. Fucking hell. His badass Lt, bashful..

Soap couldn't kiss him so he pulled him closer, starting to back him up.

"Eva-"

"Can't it wait just a minute, Simon? I think if we don't fuck, I'm going to die here." He pressed his hard cock to Ghost's legs, looking up at him desperately.

"Jesus Christ. Are you still open from before?"

"Yep! Shame I can't fuck you, but we can always get a muzzle for home."

Ghost shook his head but let Soap desperately undo Ghost's pants. He shoved him down, realizing he was probably sore and hurting from everything.

"I'll just take care of you right now okay?" Soap got on top of him.

Ghost shook his head and looked up at him. "Jo-"

"Put your hands behind your head and keep them there." Soap interrupted.

Ghost stared at him for a moment before slowly, achingly, complying. He crossed his wrists, pale skin all on display. Soap needed to appreciate this view more. Fucking hell.

"God you're gorgeous."

"Johnny." He bit it out like it was warning but he was clearly starting to enjoy himself. Soap took off his pants and settled more properly on Ghost's hips.

Ghost stayed eerily still, staring up at him. His pupils had dilated, taking up the majority of his iris. Soap swallowed thickly and wondered briefly how feral Ghost could get. Part of him wanted to push. See what he could make him do. Ghost had a knack for making Soap a pathetic needy mess, but with the way Ghost was staring into his soul like he'd devour it if his mouth wasn't covered, he wondered if that went both ways.

Soap spit on to his fingers before sliding them into himself. Ghost tensed but his hands stayed where they were supposed to. It would sting a little, but Soap hated having to wait through prep in the best of circumstances. He knew it was necessary, but Christ, he wanted the real thing.

So Soap quickly sank down on Ghost, panting softly at the feeling. "You're so big."

Ghost's hips jerked up into him and Soap quickly grabbed the collar. The tiny whimper that got from Ghost was going to be in every single one of Soap's wet dreams for the rest of his damn life.

"Don't move." Soap ground down on him and Ghost fluttered his eyelashes at him.

"Johnny. Please, we don't have time for you to tease me."

God Soap hated that he was right. He started moving faster, slowly moving up and down on him with a lazy grin. Fuck it felt like Ghost was tearing him apart, but he wouldn't let Ghost know that. "You so rarely give me control, sir. Forgive me for wanting to indulge." His thighs pressed against either side of Ghost's hips, clenching around him.

Ghost moaned. Soap almost drooled at the sweet sound. His mouth could be seen through the leather and he could see it was open. His soft tongue just barely visible. He was trying so hard to stay still.

"Good boy." Soap offered and Ghost groaned, head falling back. He started riding him much faster, with much more purpose. His hands reached down and grabbed the soft flesh of his pecs. Soap wanted to be greedy. Take his fill of this before the mask went on and Ghost went back to being his rough and tough Lt. He leaned down and bit his shoulder, feeling him almost shake with the desperate need to touch Soap.

Ghost looked at him, eyes hooded and desperate. Black greasepaint smearing down his face. "Fine."

"fine?" Soap echoed, a bit confused.

"I'll let you muzzle me and get fucking creative later just speed up." Ghost groaned.

Soap's brain went wild with ideas already but he couldn't deny him. He scratched down his chest as he bounced on him, twisting his hips slightly when he almost got to the base of his cock.

Ghost panted and moaned, making it hard for Soap to keep a rhythm when he sounded like that. His hips kept stuttering or thighs clenching.

"Come on, Simon. I got you." Soap ran his nails over and Ghost came inside him, going quiet as he did. He stroked himself to finish on Ghost's chest.

They silently got dressed afterward and eventually found Ghost's gear. He had his extra lockpick in and they quickly got Ghost out of the muzzle and collar. He pulled his mask back on.

Soap stashed the muzzle into one of his pockets. For later.

#cod #cod mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare ii #soap call of duty #johnny soap mactavish #soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #simon rile

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mayajadewrites · 2 months

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For Me (Levi Ackerman x Reader)

CHAPTER NINE: CLEANLINESS

SPICY CONTENT AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER

The sun peered through Levi's curtains, almost like it was checking to see if you were awake. It wasn't overbearingly bright, but it crept in. Your eyes fluttered open as your mind wakes up, thoughts from last night popping into your brain. You remember the feeling of Levi being borderline obsessed with you, devouring every inch of your body.

You're wearing one of Levi's t-shirts with nothing underneath, while Levi is sporting a pair of sweatpants. His arms are wrapped around you, his face buried in your neck. You can feel his breath against your skin as he continues sleeping.

Looking at him right now you would never guess that he's one of the most hard headed, stubborn people in the world. He looks so... peaceful. Innocent. You study his skin, letting your eyes glaze over his muscles that are usually hiding within whatever shirt he's wearing.

Levi starts to stir, his arms tightening around you as he wakes up. You move a piece of hair out of his face as his slate eyes open, blinking a few times.

"Don't you have to work today? It's Thursday." You whisper, letting your index finger outline his face.

"I took the day off." Levi cleared his throat. "I'm not leaving you in this bed for a whole day. I'd rather never have to leave you again."

You're surprised by his words. Usually the men you've dated would be almost pushing you out of their house in the morning.

"Never?" You tilt your head. "Never say never, Levi Ackerman."

"I never," Levi kissed your nose, "Never," Your temple, "Never want to leave you." Lastly, your forehead. "I would kiss your lips but I need you to brush your teeth first."

"You're such a romantic." You laugh as you dig through your bag for your toothbrush. You're bent over your bag, your ass on full display. Levi's hands snake their way to your hips, pulling you back onto the bed. "Didn't you just tell me you need me to brush my teeth?"

Levi plants a kiss on your lower back, then to your right ass cheek. "It was begging for a kiss."

After you brush your teeth, Levi goes in the bathroom after you. You watch as he runs his fingers through his hair and close the door behind him to the bathroom.

You haven't looked at your phone since you got home last night, and unexpectedly you had texts from Jean.

JEAN 2:45 AM: I hope you're happy with your rich boyfriend. He's known to fuck women over so have fun with that. Thanks for lying to me.

JEAN 2:49 AM: He's not even above 5'5. What do you even see in him?

JEAN 2:55 AM: You're gonna wish you never got with him.

Your eyes widen at the texts, igniting anxiety in your chest. Do you believe what Jean is saying? Absolutely not. Does it still put thoughts in your head? Absolutely.

You don't want to hide anything from Levi, especially since it has to do with your relationship. He would find out anyways, so it's best to just tell him.

Levi emerges from the bathroom patting his face dry with a towel before throwing it in the hamper. He immediately notices the look on your face and starts asking questions.

"What is it?" His tone was stern.

"Jean." You hand your phone to Levi, letting him scroll through the texts himself. His eyebrow raised as he read the words before his finger was on your screen. "What are you doing?"

"Blocking him." Levi hands the phone back to you. "He's such a child."

You nod and place your phone on the nightstand. You hate hurting people's feelings and causing them sadness. One thing about you- you're empathetic. Almost too empathetic.

"Hey," Levi sits next to you. "Nothing that he said was true."

"I know, I know. I just don't like hurting anyone."

"It's not your fault you didn't feel the same way about Jean that he felt about you. And it's damn sure not your fault that you ended up with me."

"I don't regret any of my decisions." You look at Levi, who's now wearing a white sweater free of any imperfections. "I just wish he didn't text me that shit."

Levi pressed his lips to yours, letting his hand rest on the side of your face. You kiss him back gently, putting your hand on top of his.

"What are your plans today?" You look at Levi as his hands rest on your thighs.

"This." Levi's hand travels up your thigh to your entrance, letting his fingers graze over your slit. You throw your head back at the contact, forgetting you weren't wearing any underwear. "Already so wet for me." Levi purred, his lips attaching to your neck. He sucks over the bruises he left last night, leaving new ones along with them. He inserts one finger inside of you, then another.

"Levi." You moan, pressing your hand to the back of his head.

"Mm. Say my name again." Levi says against your skin as his fingers plunge in and out of you.

"Levi," You moan a bit louder as you feel his fingers curl inside of you. "I want you inside me."

"Not wanting to be patient today?" Levi smirked. "I can feel your close."

"I want you inside of me now." You push Levi off of you gently, flipping him so he's leaning against the headboard as he sits up. You see his cock erect against his sweatpants, begging to be freed. "Take these off."

"I like when you're demanding. Just today though, Princess." Levi kicks off his pants, his length springing free. You marvel for a moment at him, your pussy begging for contact. You place your hands on Levi's shoulders, hovering over him. "You look so beautiful from here." Levi's hands move to your waist, sending goosebumps across your skin. You throw the shirt you're wearing over your head and onto the floor, hovering your entrance over the tip of his cock.

You push yourself down on Levi's length, letting him expand your walls. You moan at the contact as Levi's eyes shut and his hands help you bounce on his cock.

"Right there." You tilt your head back, grinding your hips against him. "Yes, Levi." A moan escapes your lips.

"This mouth of yours." Levi presses his palm to your lips. "My neighbors might hear you."

"And?" You say against his palm. "You don't want them to know you fuck your girlfriend like this? That you cover my insides with you?"

This sends Levi over the edge. He pins you down on the bed, bringing both of your feet to his shoulders. He slams his cock into you with his hand still over your mouth.

"Say something now." Levi grunts as he thrusts into you. "Say how good I make you feel. Say your pussy belongs to me."

Your eyes roll back at Levi's words, your walls pulsating around him.

"Say it." Levi pulls his length out of you, only letting his tip graze your slit.

"You make me feel so fucking good, Levi." You moan. "My pussy is yours."

"For how long?" Levi grunted. "How long does your pussy belong to me?"

"Forever." Your orgasm hits you and your legs start to twitch as Levi keeps thrusting into you - fucking you senseless. "Levi." You moan his name, running your fingers through his hair, resting them on his undercut at the back of his head. "Baby, come inside me."

Levi's thrusts became messy as your words linger on his ear. He wraps his arms around you as he pushes his entire length into you, coming undone. You feel him release inside of you, his cock twitching. You're both panting as he slowly retreats from your body - a whimper escaping your lips.

"Shower." Levi kissed your lips swiftly as he stood up from the bed.

"Why don't you shower with me?" You tilt your head.

"We won't get clean if we do that. We'll get dirty again and it's an endless cycle."

"No funny business, I promise. Just cleanliness." You put your hand up, crossing your index and middle finger. "Scouts honor."

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman fanfiction #levi ackerman smut #levi ackerman fanfic #attack on titan #aot #levi ackerman attack on titan #protective levi

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years

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Fire - A Happy Lowman/Reader One Shot Story.

I’m on a SAMCRO smut roll today, besties! @withmyteeth and @vulgar-display-of-escapism I have no idea what your feelings are towards Hap, but I thought it’d be worth dropping y’all a tag!

Words - 1,169

Warnings - Smut below the cut! Minors DNI!

“What are you biting back a grin about over there?” you ask your boyfriend, Happy peeling bananas and putting them into the blender.

“I wasn’t biting it back.” The sides of his mouth grow wide, his chuckle rumbling from deep in his broad chest. “Penitentiary sweats.”

You huff, folding your arms. “So, they’re orange! Big deal!”

“Look like you’re doing five to ten.”

“Happy!”

He hugs his sides while laughing, loving that you’re so easy to tease over what he feels are questionable choices of clothing. He adds milk and protein power to the concoction in the blender, putting the lid on and blitzing it, still grinning.

“If you hate them so much, then why don’t you come and take them off, hmm?”

He eyes you with immediate interest, pressing the button to cease the blenders whirl, strolling across the kitchen and clutching your waist, lifting you onto the counter. He smacks your hip, lifting his chin to you. “Ass up, baby girl.” Pushing your hands down, you raise yourself enough for his tug to slide your sweats off, a single eyebrow arching when he sees that while you bothered with a bra, the same cannot be said for underwear. “Mmm.”

A large, ring adorned hand presses you flat atop the counter, hands pulling your thighs apart, his mouth ghosting yours for a second before he kisses you with blazing heat, all predatory hunger. His lips slip down, over your neck, his fingers flicking your bra undone, licks laid over each nipple, biting those stiffened buds with an aroused growl, a coil of pleasure tugging at your insides.

Ebullience begins to skitter through you just from his tongue circling your navel, Happy wasting absolutely no time in sinking down lower to exactly where he craves to be. He can tease you mercilessly another time, perhaps when he isn’t so hungry to eat you alive.

When his tongue meets your already glistening folds, your hips roll up from the counter, legs quaking as he catches your clit in a long, flat lick, the tip of his tongue tickling your entrance before it slowly drags against you. Another lick follows, just as firm, his groan at how beautiful you taste filling the air, sharp citrus flooding his tongue and senses.

His hands clutch your hips as you shake violently, your soft gasps making his arousal soar. He’s barely even begun and already, you’re a mess against his mouth. “God fucking damnit, I love eating this pretty little pussy, babe.”

“And you’re the fucking best ever at doing it, too, big man.” You purr, fingers grazing his head, panting hard, the coarseness of his stubble prickling your folds as he sucks your cunt, devouring you with his mouth as he moans, deep, rumbling groans of a man out of his mind with lust.

What his mouth evokes draws all manner of noises from you, your sweet little gasps of pleasure making his arousal rage as he feels your clit hardening against his tongue, circling it slowly as he opens his eyes to watch you writhing on the counter.

“You enjoying yourself, gorgeous?” he asks as he pauses, kissing his way up your thigh.

“Don’t you dare stop!” Your demands are met by a deep chuckle.

“Nah, won‘t be doing that.” He watches your cunt gently spasm, not able to resist pushing his middle finger within, curling it around and coaxing a deep groan from your throat. “You’ll have to beg me to stop.” His mouth reconnects with your velvet wetness, his finger still working your walls as he slides a second in to accompany it, your slick arousal bathing his tongue as he moves it in a quicker beat over your sensitive little bud.

He then alternates by sucking at you hungrily, his cheeks hollowing as he works his fingers faster, your teeth gritting, your body tensing. Your clit is once again bathed in the wet heat of incessant, quickly licked circles, his fingers gliding in and out of you with ease, getting you so wet that your dew trickles down the back of his hand. That in itself has his cock twitching wildly, dying to be within you.

He eats you fervently, greedily consuming your pussy as you quiver against him, feeling yourself begin to come undone, his fingers driving into you hard as his tongue flicks against your clit with a fast, unyielding beat, your groin tingling as rigidity claims you and you cum suddenly with a series of little cries.

The abyss of pleasure he chases you into with his mouth is still tingling as he straightens up, yanking you to the edge of the counter, undoing his jeans and pushing them and his boxers down to pool at his ankles, the thick head of his weeping cock nudging at your slick folds, his tongue dancing with yours as a simple push has him parting your walls. God, he’s so damned big. It knocks the breath from you every time.

You share passionate, syrupy kisses as he bottoms out, your soft, sweet moan meeting a groan so barbarous and deep, Happy clutching your thighs as he shivers at the feeling of your nails trailing sumptuously over his neck. He’s heavy within you, dragging your walls as you wrap your legs around his waist and feel him sink within you fully.

He fills you completely, your cunt at complete capacity with him. “Damn baby, you’re so fucking wet.” He groans, thrusting into you a little more voraciously. Your wails fill the air, completely drowning in him, your body moving against his in perfect sync as he begins to pound you hard, the heat between you both sparking wildly as he drives into you with wanton force.

Moans of pure fervid lust begin to pour from your mouths, muffling each other with feverish kisses as the euphoric rush grows more intense with every thrust. He hits you at every angle, every depth, his mouth at your neck as his hands cup your breasts, pawing you hungrily.

Perspiration starts to bead over your skin, Happy pounding your pussy with merciless delivery before suddenly lifting you off the counter, your legs clinging on around his waist, grasping your butt and bouncing you upon his cock as you groan and kiss, nothing but pure wildfire blazing between you.

“So goddamn gorgeous, with the most perfect ass in the fucking world. Mmmm, baby doll. Fuck, you feel good.” He grits, spanking you hard a few times, making you squeal.

His arms lock around you as you begin grinding down on him hard, your culmination surging, rushing, like a wave about to crash against a cliff, everything fervid and urgent until… bliss. Supreme bliss as you shatter completely just before him, white hot fury pulsing through you, both spent and breathless in the aftermath.

“See? My sweats can’t be that bad, if that’s what they provoke.” He rumbles a laugh, seating you back on the counter.

“They’re fucking awful, but you? You know you’re fire, babe.”

A/N - Would you like to be an absolute doll and help me reach more Happy fans by reblogging this? A little comment wouldn’t go amiss, either! x

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springbloomer · 2 years

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How would the brothers and/or the dateables react to you turning into a toddler for a day because you accidentally touched one of Satan's forbidden books????

Twinkle, Twinkle, Little MC PT. 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

Disclaimer⚠️ Characters mentioned are from the otome game Obey Me! and none of this is cannon from the actual game. Enjoy!

In this concept, I like to think that when we turn into a toddler, we'd be around 4-6 years old, or like a kid that's old enough to talk in short sentences and can walk by themselves just fine (and we'll also have the mind of a toddler)

You wander through the halls of the House of Lamentation, curious about the whole place, as if you were in a museum and everything around you just seemed to be so new to you. Like every other kid, you couldn't stay put and went off by your own rules, suddenly bumping into all of the seven demon brothers one by one.

Lucifer

He was in the middle of sorting important papers from the recent council meeting at his desk, looking swamped but calm as usual

You wanted to create a little trouble by being all sneaky and surprising him from behind his chair, so as quietly as you can, you snuck up to the occupied demon

The good news was that you surprised the hell outta him, which made you laugh and make fun of him a little bit

The bad news was that he nearly and practically tried to devour you without hesitation

If it wasn't for your constant I'm sorry, Lucifer might not have recognized the pattern of your apologies and withdrew his demon form to confront you

"MC? Is that... you?" His tone was mixed with shock, confusion, worry and concern.

Now he's rapid firing the questions at you, asking how, when, where, why, and who would've done this to you, only to give up (because when you have the mind of a toddler, the only response he'll be getting out of you are a bunch of 'i don't knows' and shrugs)

Fortunately, it wasn't long before he thought about one of Satan's forbidden books being within your reach and accidentally tampering with it when you knew you weren't supposed to

He wanted to fix the problem immediately, as he can't have you being a kid and running around the halls unsupervised and loud

But, somewhere deep inside him, he found you quite cute watching you walk and sing at the same time, or when you point at things and tell him what you think about the paintings displayed around you

He had to push those thoughts away, though, because he remembers how much work he needs to finish right after fixing your problem (and it could possibly ruin a bit of his pride hehe)

Mammon

The Avatar of Greed was on his way to visit your room, when he suddenly bumped into your little self in the hallway

First he was confused, but taking one look at you, he instantly recognized you

Then he starts scanning you from head to toe, processing everything he's seeing and trying to find a logical explanation on how this happened

"Ya really got yourself in this kind of trouble, MC? What'd ya touch now?" but you only reply by commenting on his white hair ("Are you a grandpa? How very old are you?")

Well, it's not our fault that he had white hair! And as a temporary human child, we probably had the mindset that white hair on people are old people (I don't mean to be rude or discriminatory, though)

"Oi! Who do ya think you are, little human?! How dare you say something like that to The Great Mammon!" Too bad you got distracted by looking at a very weird painting and ignored him

This pissed the heck out of him (he's already ignored a lot by his brothers, poor baby😢)

He still had no choice but to find the source of the trouble you got into as he took your hand and told you to stay with him at all times

Secretly, though, with you now being a temporary toddler, it just made him want to protect you and be by your side even more, maybe like an older brother to you and your toddler mind

Leviathan

You passed Levi's room and heard some noises coming from the other side of the door

Without knocking, you enter his room and was surprised with his face so near to his phone that you thought he'll get sucked into it and be trapped forever (being a toddler, of course your imagination could get the better of you)

You gave out a little war cry before charging at Levi and pushing him away from his phone

"Hey, what the hell?!" He pushes you aside, not noticing the toddler version of you at all, but you only come back and attempt to keep him from looking at his phone

After a few attempts, he pauses the anime he was currently watching and was about to unleash his anger at you, but was taken aback when you hugged him tight ("Don't get sucked into another dimension or else I won't be able to save you!!")

Now he was in utter shock and was confused by what you said (he also tried to recall any anime that you might've been talking about. of course, you weren't talking about an anime at all)

"W-who are you?" The poor guy didn't recognize you right away, and with you still thinking about the whole dimension-sucking portal plot in your head, you gave him a dramatic introduction to who you were ("I am MC! And I just saved you from being trapped to another world!")

Levi was still confused, but after he was able to process your current state, he calmed down and tried to explain to you about him being glued to his phone

You were now excited about the whole anime thing and asked the otaku if you could watch with him

He was more than happy that there was now another person who would watch his favorite animes with him (he didn't care if it was the toddler you, because you were still you anyway)

He thought to himself that he'd figure out what happened to you after a few episodes (pfft, obviously after one episode, it led to another, then two more, until you've finished all 5 seasons of the anime)

Satan

He could not wait to come back to his room after purchasing yet another rare book that he's been after for a very long time

Once he arrived, he instantly got to his usual reading spot and started reading eagerly

He didn't notice, but you were actually exploring and scanning through the collection of books he owned, only to find that he has a lot of boring ones

"Boring!!! Where are the colorful pictures in these things?" Satan jumped a little at the sight of us in the form a kid

Immediately, he went straight to scolding us for touching one of his forbidden books without his permission and gave us a little bonk on the head

Luckily, he knows the exact book we touched and told us that we'll be back to normal by the end of the day

"You better not mess with the other books in here, got that?" He warned us (yessir, anything to NOT piss you off cuz it's scary..)

Now that you were beside his reading spot, he couldn't help but keep watch of you in case you leave his room or touch another forbidden book

Secretly, he found it amusing that we got into this mess and now he gets to watch little us do childish things

He also felt the need to keep close watch of you now, being a kid and all

Asmodeus

You accidentally came through Asmo's room when he was in the middle of his daily skin routine

Was startled by the sight of little you, but quickly recovered as he saw this as an opportunity to make you look even more adorable with a makeover

"MC, you will be my new and most adorable post on Devilgram!.. If you could just sit still for a few minutes!" You were squirming on his bed when Asmo tries to put some nail polish on you

Luckily, he was able to finish the routine and snapped a picture of you before you could go and sightsee every single product Asmo put out for himself

Asmodeus to the sudden rescue! He stopped you just in time before you drank a bottle of his favorite perfume, mistaking it as some kind of juice

He scolds you for mistaking his perfume as a drink and also almost killing yourself (but mostly about the perfume, cuz this guy just LOVES the particular scent of it T-T)

You apologize, feel guilty and expressed your guilt with a very sad face. Now ASMO’S the one who felt guilty for scolding you over a bottle of liquid

“O-oh! No, no, no, MC. You have to keep smiling, because it makes you glow! You are cuter when you smile, so please smile for me~”

You guys bonded over a series of more makeovers and endless skincare routines (he didn’t mind that he’d share his personal favorite supplies, as you were a little toddler that wouldn’t use a lot of it)

Beelzebub

After a bit of exploring around the wide halls, you felt a little hungry and searched for a kitchen

When you did arrive, you didn't expect to see a gigantic guy gobbling up all the food from the refrigerator

The thought of him eating you up kind of scared you, but you gathered up the courage to try and talk to Beel

"U-um... excuse... me?" You were going to have to speak a little louder, as the Avatar of Gluttony was occupied with devouring every single edible thing and wasn't stopping till the fridge was empty

You shouted louder, which startled him first and nearly chocked on the last custard he was saving earlier

Once you saw his stuffed face, you grew even more frightened and asked (more like stuttered) him if there were any cookies anywhere that you could eat

Beel was actually at a loss for words, he didn't recognize your little figure and was about to scare you off for disrupting his eating when he saw the scared look you gave him (my bb pitied us, hopefully for not being tiny/ short- for crying out loud, it's because we were a temporary TODDLER)

He asked for our name and offered a little of his custard to calm us down and he reassured us that we weren't going to be eaten by him (this precious boy, my bb- ♥)

"MC, is that really you? You're so tiny!" And he was a total GIANT compared to your temporary state-

He laughed when you told him that, and even stomped around in slo-mo as you pretend to be frightened and run away from him

Beel wasn't really bothered with the fact that you became a toddler. In fact, he thought it was a ton of fun playing with you and sharing his food with you at the same time

He also found it entertaining to see your honest expressions and hear your honest opinions about the food he eats, being a toddler and all

Too bad that you kept eating all of his cookies, and now he's sacrificed in eating them just to keep them away from you (because too much cookies for a human toddler wasn't good for there health)

Belphegor

By now, you've seen the entirety and the same halls of the House of Lamentation, and you've just so happen to stumble upon a set of stairs leading to a surprise second floor

You climbed all those stairs and it really took out the most of you, so the moment you spotted a bed, you flopped on it and tried to catch your breath for a bit

That's when a cranky Belphie approach you, and boy, was he even crankier when he saw a tiny human resting on his bed

"What do you think you're doing?!" His angered voice startled you and you immediately stand up

But before you could mutter an apology, he somehow saw the familiar tiredness in your little toddler eyes, the same as when you were in your older age

Now all he wanted to do was cuddle up even more with you because of your adorableness. His crankiness before faded as the both of you lay on the bed and drift off to sleep

Even when Belphie woke up from his nap, he found you still asleep, hugging his pillow and nuzzling deep into the sheets

He thought you looked cute with your tiny figure sleeping soundly beside him, as if you were his little sister

He also felt the need to be a lot more protective of you, now that you were a temporary child, even if he knew that it would be difficult to keep you in check with all that kid energy you have in you

Yo, anon! I hope you enjoyed reading this!! In all honesty tho, I think I wasn't able to bring out some of my ideas for each brother cuz I was writing this in a mentally crappy mood, but I still hope you liked what I wrote!! and i'm also not sure if i was able to write some sentences grammatically correct

-daisy

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the1simp · 1 year

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ʜᴜᴍᴘɪɴɢ ꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ

( disclaimer: this page has sexual and other content of that kind, if you don't feel comfortable with them, it is suggested that you skip this page you have bem warned --------------------------🔞)

(p4)

The smile on your face was contagious . And even though they were silent they were both happy.

-pup ... will you hug me?

-How should I do it? I'm almost sure Id suffocated you in the middle of them

you point to your chest to show your concern, considering that you weren't sure if he could suffocate

-pup even if I died, being suffocated by the twins would be the best way to go.

he says with a smirk and his face is all flushed.

-well if you insist, who am I to deny such a considerate request from my favorite puppy?

A smile was blooming on bo's face and along with it a blush , and laughing a little where all flushed question him

-Any other requests that my favorite puppy wants to make

he with a big smile says

-when i leave this cage , you are the first thing i want

laughing a little, taking off your shirt, doing your best to maintain eye contact with the digital dogboy.

His desperate face said everything you needed to know, that is, he was ready to devour you if you gave him the chance.

- is that better ?

you questions seeing that his gaze doesn't leave your chest

-better than good you are simply the most beautiful person i will ever meet

picking up the device the boy was imprisoned in , you make him feel comfortable and place the blue plastic cover between your breasts, letting him hear your heartbeat and feel your warmth and smell.

As if he were a cat, he began to vibrate gently, and despite everything, he spent a few minutes happily just being between your chest, but he needed more and asked as if he were begging.

-pup please be nice and do something for me

-like what baby?

upon hearing the new nickname it was increasingly difficult to maintain his posture. and he begs you one more time

- Puppy , take off your pants and play with me, I want to hear you howling with desire and pleasure.

taking off your pants leaving your parts on display you decide to give him a show, but first you ask him a question

-Baby ?

-hunf?

laughing a little at his muffled response you take him off your chest and smiling questions

-Want to spice things up more?

-oh puppy you have no idea

you slowly place him over your clit and before you can tease him and yourself at this point , bo starts to vibrate violently, in such a way that not even your vibrator could ever dream to reach .

ripping moans from you as well as his name and sweet profanities which made him even more excited to make you come.

your thighs were trembling and it was difficult to keep them open , too afraid to suffocate the poor boy , but the stimulation was too much and without holding back, your legs made him disappear , bo was really happy then he accelerated his vibrations even more make you come, covering him whole with your nectar ,that he o so desperately wanted to taste.

his resolve was done, once he got rid of this limiting prison he would devour you and make you his forever

your accelerated breathing muffled everything that bo was trying to say , trying to compose yourself , you remove the now sticky bo from you and start by asking him

-so puppy , was it fun ?

he immediately responds with a happy and carefree tone

- Yes, pup was very good, it's a pity I can't taste you now, otherwise we wouldn't ever leave this sofa again.

washing him with a cloth and putting on pajamas, you decide that before dinner, you would sleep a little and then you guys would eat, lying on the bed, placing him on a pillow beside you,you both fall asleep.

🐶 to be continued 🐶

#smut #dachabo #x reader #spicy

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omkookie · 2 years

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⚠️•⟨WARNING⟩•⚠️ 15+ None, Fluff, F!MC ⟨Oneshot⟩

A while after Chevalier's coronation MC started visiting the orphanage and initiated donation campaigns for it, and of course, the first to donate to her campaign was her fiance and now king, Chevalier.

today chevalier was sitting on a bench in the gardens of the orphanage, reading his book as usual. MC was reading to all the children in the orphanage, it was a routine that had started in order for her to have a break from her studies at court and preparations to be Chevalier's fiance.

Next to Chevalier sat a little girl who was determinedly trying to read one of his books. Chevalier cast a single glance at her before sighing loudly "The material is too complicated for you to read." He spoke. Sofia- the little girl shut the book closed and sneered at him "Maybe if a certain white-cloaked man helped me I would have been able to read." Chevalier replied "I am not obliged to help you, you want to read it? then learn how to on your own."

"You're as unsympathetic as ever!" Sofia frowned

"heh, just who do you think you're conversing with?" Chevalier smirked at her. "Some brutal beast, as you always refer to yourself. However! you're always snuggling against MC's lap like a little cub!" Sofia retorted with a large smug grin. "In other words, you're a snuggly little cub desperate to have aaaal of MC's attention and not some brutal beast!" she said then scooted closer to Chevalier who had a cold expression. "Help me read this! What does this word mean?" Sofia asked as she pointed her finger under a word on her book's page.

"Devour" Chevalier read "it Means to eat something quickly, greedily, or to destroy something rapidly." Chevalier read the other lines on the page for context,

"The house was devoured by flames"

"Oh, Alright. So the flames destroyed the house in no time." Sofia spoke.

"Correct." Chevalier agreed.

"Okay! Next... what does this word here mean?"

‹⋆✦⋆›

Days passed by like this- with Chevalier reading and Sofia sitting right beside him.

the girl was intelligent for her age, always thinking outside the box and outsmarting those around her, attentively paying attention to any and every piece of advice Chevalier had given her, and coming up with her own solutions for problems.

And she never once feared Chevalier. She never backed down or got nervous under his piercing cold gaze and even befriended him.

Needless to say, Chevalier was impressed. she had a better functioning brain than many of the adults around her and most of his brothers included.

he could call her a genius. A genius which is born once every 1,000 years.

Alas, here he is, standing before the orphanage as he waits for her to emerge through its thick wooden doors- having signed all adoption papers earlier and officially making her his child, a member of the royal family and a legitimate heir by giving her his last name.

Sofia soon appeared, carrying a backpack and led by one of the child caretakers. her eyes twinkled and she smiled brightly up at Chevalier as she rushed towards him and hugged him.

Chevalier startled at the sudden display of affection and roughly patted her back.

"Let us leave." He said, then he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes

"Ugh, Put me down this instant! If you're going to carry me like this then I can walk!" Sofia complained as she struggled to get out of Chevalier's grip. "Keep moving and I'll drop you," Chevalier warned her, an amused smile plastered across his face.

Sofia didn't say anything more as Chevalier carried her to the carriage where MC was waiting for her and Chevalier.

Chevalier set her down once they were in the carriage and MC immediately flung herself all over Sofia, clearly excited to have her. Chevalier watched amused as MC babied Sofia and cooed at her, clearly embarrassing her while she was trying to turn down MC's proposal of getting her lots of dresses and toys as gently as she could. at last, she cast a glance at Chevalier with a look that screamed "Please help me"

Chevalier smiles at his new little family and his chest feels warm and fuzzing as he pulls MC and hugs her close to him.

Nobody knows what the future holds, but he will protect his new little family and he will continue to protect Rhodolite against any acts of aggression from obsidian. here and now, he vows to himself to keep the two people most important to him safe forever.

As Chevalier finishes his vow, the carriage door is flung open abruptly and a purple-haired man enters it.

"Hello, my sweet little niece! your favorite uncle Clavis has arrived!"

The soft warm feeling Chevalier had felt in his chest moments ago is now replaced by annoyance as he grabs Clavis by the scruff of his neck and mercilessly throws him out of the carriage.

MC frets and worries about Clavis being hurt after the way he was thrown out but Chevalier simply shushes her by saying that, "That fool" was interrupting their time together and that his good-for-nothing brother will be fine.

"That was rude of you." Clavis complained from outside the carriage, now following it by riding on horseback, "But worry not my sweet little niece, you'll get to meet your fascinating uncle Clavis soon!"

What a nuisance.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #chevalier michel #ikemen prince chevalier #ikepri chevalier #request #ikeprince #ikepri clavis #clavis lelouch #ikepri rhodolite #ikemen prince oneshot #ikemen prince emma #f!mc #fluff

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luminari-mc · 3 years

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(Mammon x MC/Reader)

Prompt: "She doesn't compare to you. No one does.”

Genre: Angst, hurt(emotional)/comfort.

Pairing: GN!MC/Reader x Mammon

Summary: You and Mammon finally get to enjoy a well-deserving shopping trip just between the two of you. Just as you are about to hit the next shop, your attention is caught by an image advertised in the street.

Warnings: N/A

A/N: I wanted to try my hands at a prompt that is tagged as "fluff", but of course I ended up turning it into something angsty instead. But I like sad stuff, so that still works for me.

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It wasn't often that you got to spend time with Mammon without having any of his brothers around to bother you. But you had made it very clear to them that these few hours after school would be spent with Mammon, and only him. And for today's trip, you two had decided to go shopping in one of the busiest streets in the Devildom.

Clothes and jewelry stores, malls- you had done them all. When most of this time had been spent doing window shopping, Mammon had still insisted on getting at least a few bags of purchased goods for each of you by the end of the day. After all, what was the point of going on a shopping trip, if you didn't end up emptying your bank account only to regret it later?

And so, thanks to the demon's wonderful influence, your arms had now several bags hanging off of them. There was a certain guilt still looming over your head as you realized way overboard you might have gotten with your purchases, but Mammon promised he would take care of any financial problems you could encounter in the near future because of that. You still wondered how he was going to manage it, him being Mammon and all...

"Damn, now THAT'S what I call a good haul! Look at ya!" The white-haired demon grinned as he watch you hop out of the store, the glass doors opening automatically at your presence to let you out. He placed his wrists on his hips as his own bags dangled in his hands. "What'cha got for yourself this time?"

"They actually had that jacket I saw in a magazine the other day!" The doors closed behind you as you showed the white bag which contained the jacket. "You were right, that store was amazing. I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"Ha! Told ya the Great Mammon knew where the best treasures were! Consider it an exclusive info, because I ain't gonna share more if any of my brothers are around next time." Mammon turned around before flipping a few of his bags over his shoulder, as you instantly began to trot to get to his level.

"What? So all this time you knew about it and you didn't tell me? Just because Asmo comes with us sometimes?" You expressed shock, right before your eyebrows joined together. "Really, as if you couldn't have told me over text or something."

"And have you go without me?! Nah, ain't gonna happen- you'd just get lost and end up in the worst store possible." Mammon glanced your way, and you could only smirk at his poor excuse.

"Sure, you're right. I forgot that humans don't have the same flawless sense of orientation as demons do." Despite your obviously sarcastic tone, Mammon didn't seem to register it as he nodded at your words.

"Exactly! Even if I gave you the full address, who knows where you'd end up? I don't want ya to come and complain to me afterwards, so it's gotta be with me or nothin'."

Even as you rolled your eyes, you noticed Mammon's face slightly turning away from yours, probably to hide the extra shade of color that had appeared on his cheeks ever so discreetly. Even when he was in his usual tsundere mood, it was endearing to see how concerned he was for your safety. And just how badly he wanted to be alone with you.

"So, where to next?" You asked without really thinking, surprising yourself that even after your extensive purchasing, you still wanted to do more. Or maybe it was that you didn't want this date to end right away. The past few weeks had been nothing but the brothers interrupting each other when any of them found themselves alone with you, so getting to spend some alone time with one of them, especially with Mammon, deserved to be extended a bit more.

"Glad ya asked!" As if a battery had been plugged into him, the demon brandished his arm into the air, the bags swinging by his face and missing him by a few inches. "I got this whole place where they're sellin' tons of stuff for pretty cheap, but it's actually authentic branded things. See, they're actually sold to that one guy who then has to sell them to another guy, and..."

As you listened to Mammon explain how he was able to find "authentic stuff" (probably not that authentic, you were pretty sure about that) for less than a quarter of its original price, your eyes found themselves drifting to an impressive ad plastered on a building the two of you were walking by. Recognizing the habit of Majolish to put their models on display for everyone to see was pretty easy, but that wasn't what caught your eye in the moment.

What tuned Mammon down completely in your ears, were the models themselves. The second born, sitting on a stool with a ripped shirt and pants, a few accessories hanging off his neck and barely covering anything of his exposed chest. He looked serious, staring straight at the objective- and at you, while the light shined on him to completely capture his frame for the picture.

And sitting down in the middle of the shot, between his legs, was a female demon wearing a red leather dress, her head resting on top of Mammon's leg. The clawed hand dangling off his knee- covered in golden rings, seemed to taunt you, as well as the piercing yellow eyes she had. Saying she wasn't beautiful would be lying. In fact, she was absolutely stunning. A perfect model for a perfect shot. Just looking at her made you feel small, like a prey that was about to be devoured by a hungry beast, the longer you were looking at her.

But that's what demons were supposed to make you feel like, right?

"Hey!" Mammon called out from the distance he had put between the two of you since you had stopped walking beside him. "Yo, MC!"

Watching as you kept staring into nothing, Mammon rolled his shoulders with a furrowed brow before walking back toward you, his head tilting to the side as he noticed your dead expression.

"Huuh hello, Devildom to MC? In which realm did ya get lost this time?"

"They replaced it." The words that left your mouth were weak, almost too silent for him to hear. It's as if all of the energy you had had evaporated from your body in an instant.

"Huh?" Mammon grew a bit concerned at this sudden change. His eyes perked up at the ad you were looking at, as you continued.

"The shoot we did together." Finally, you spared yourself from the sight, your gaze dropping to the ground. "They already replaced it with another one."

As soon as Mammon understood why *this* ad in particular seemed to be upsetting you so much, his jaw was already clenching. He remembered the stars he had seen in your eyes the previous week when you saw yourself on the Majolish ad, posing beside him- a shoot opportunity you had gotten while accompanying him after RAD a few days prior. In the middle of his shoot, he practically didn't leave any choice to his agent and had insisted that you be included in the shots to promote one of the new pieces of jewelry the brand was planning to release in the upcoming months. Asmo, who was there to witness your reaction on that day the three of you went out, had even taken a hundred pictures or so of you posing in front of the ad.

Except that, the jewelry you had posed with, was now present on the new model posing alongside Mammon.

He had made sure to engrave that smile of yours in his head at the time, even going so far as to snap a picture of your face while you were too focused on Asmo to notice him. But now, there was absolutely no trace of that same happiness anymore.

"The fuck?" The snarl that left him shook the walls of his throat. "That wasn't supposed to be advertised before another month! Why'd they have to take ours so soon?!"

"It's okay, Mammon." The demon stopped growling as his eyes lowered on the hand that was clutching his arm. "I mean... I'm not a model. Figures they wouldn't put it up for long... I-I mean, look at me. Seriously, who would want to see my face being exposed for longer than they can bare? It's hard to imagine. I wouldn't probably have sold their product anyway, so... it's okay."

The look on your face was devastating. Despite trying your best to smile, the tears pricking in your eyes were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any second. Mammon felt his heart being stabbed with a thousand invisible daggers, he couldn't bear to watch you feeling insulted in such a way.

His bags were immediately dropped onto the floor, the demon no longer caring for any of the fragile items he may have bought. His hands swung forward to cup your cheeks, forcing your face up to look at him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, MC. C'mon, look at me."

You did your best not to let your vision turn blurry because of the upcoming tears, and stared back at Mammon, your bottom lip trembling weakly.

"I don't care what anyone, model agents or not, can say- you'd sell a thousand more times than any fuckin' models out there, okay? In fact, you're worth even more than their stupid jewelry!"

His thumb quickly brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye as his other hand came to rest on your temple.

"They just put that one up there because that model is famous. They don't care about what's really beautiful, they just want to boast their popularity to the rest of the world." The blue of his eyes seemed to radiate the closer he moved towards you. "But I know what's beautiful. And her? She doesn't compare to you. No one does."

You could only look down in shame as his hands never left you, closing your eyes shut to let a couple tears out before Mammon grabbed a tissue from his pocket to dry your face. He patiently waited a few seconds for you to calm down, soothing you with slow caresses of your hair until your shoulders stopped shaking.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered, sniffling as you passed a wrist over your eyes. "I don't know why that upset me so much..."

"Ya got nothing to be sorry about." Mammon retrieved his hands from your head, only to grab the bags that were hanging off of your arms. He somehow manages to hold them alongside his own behind him, before wrapping the other arm around your shoulder.

"Hey, I'd call this a day. How about I prepare ya a bath when we're home? Courtesy of the Great Mammon."

You nodded, your lips arching into a smile as you grabbed the hand hanging off your shoulder. The day was cut too short for your liking, but you didn't feel up for any additional purchases, or to properly enjoy your outing anymore.

"Will you wash my hair?" You entertwined your fingers with his as he gave them a gentle squeeze.

"Pah, of course! Who else but me could do that?" He huffed through his nose, shaking his head at such an obvious question. Your laugh ringing in his ears gave him a brief moment of respite.

But the demon furrowed his brows as he lead you into your walk back home, keeping you snuggled at his side. Holding the bags in his left hand, his white nails sharply digged into his palm the more steps he took alongside you.

Making them cry? Such a big, big mistake. One thing was sure, Mammon wasn't about to let that one pass.

"But before that..." The hiss that escaped his throat went unnoticed by the two of you as your head rested against his shoulder.

"I'll have a few calls to make."

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silverdelirium · 3 years

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this is kind of a mix of eras butttt if you’re comfortable, can you please write a draco and tom threesome?

GUESS | D.M X T.R

warnings: threesome, oral sex, blindfold and handcuffs included, light degrading

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they were watching you.

watching you like a hunt watches its prey.

they analyzed your every move, the way your hips swayed to the beat, how your friends would sometimes join, but they payed no mind to them, their focus was on you.

draco and tom shared a look through the flashing lights, one that said; whoever gets there first, has her.

they both speed-walked towards you, almost knocking out the sweaty bodies of random people, their complaints blurred with the music, making the males oblivious to their wrath.

you gave a small look up when two bodies approached you, towering you.

“oh- hi draco, hi tom” you greeted, their figures clear considering you barely drank anything. tom gave you a small smirk, running his eyes down your body shamelessly.

draco narrowed his eyes at him but still gave you a polite smile. you observed how they both opened their mouths at the same time.

“would you like to dance?” they chanted together, throwing scowls at each other once they finished.

you stood there with a puzzled and shocked look on your face, amazed at the fact that two of the most attractive slytherins in the school just offered you a dance.

if i had to pick one, which one would i choose? you debated in your thoughts, never really prepared for this type of successions.

both.

their bickering got cut off by a small clear of your throat, signaling that you wanted to talk, tom’s and draco’s head snapped to your figure and they immediately shut up.

“do i really have to choose? or can i take both?” you suggested, tone different than the one you had saluted them with before.

they seemed to catch up on it; and this time, instead of glaring at each other, they both made eye contact with smug smirks adorning their features.

“and wouldn’t you like that, princess?” drawled tom in a teasing manner, hand reaching up to move a strand of hair behind your ear, which were burning hot at the action.

draco snickered and got behind you whilst tom’s palm stayed on your cheek, irises calculating your every move, including your harsh swallow.

the blonde’s hands roamed your waist, giving your hips a light squeeze and hissing lowly when your bum pressed on his hard-on.

he leaned down to your ear and whispered, “my dorm or his, beautiful?” watching as you shivered but still mantained eye contact with tom, who was intently staring as the conversation flowed.

“whichever” was your eager reply not even a second later.

tom gave a small chuckle and shook his head lightly, yet still gave draco an inquiring raise of brows. you assumed draco nodded, since he took your hand and dragged you all the way up to the stairs, tom behind you as you entered his dorm.

there wasn’t even time to appreciate the room, a certain blonde’s lips already on yours, a heated kiss forming that you immediately accepted.

“calm down, mate” snarled tom, pressing himself against your backside and forcefully turning your face to meet his, a similar kiss forming.

draco only scoffed at the action and bent down to kiss your neck, sucking on certain spots, creating dark purple hues.

you were the first to pull away from the kiss, breathing heavily through your mouth while draco continued to attack your neck, tom’s hands now focused on getting his shirt off.

malfoy pulled back a little to look at your already disheveled form, swollen lips and frizzy hair.

“get on the bed for us, darling” he ordered, mimicking tom’s antics and taking his shirt off.

your feet carried you to the bed, sinking down on the middle while your head lay against the soft pillows. the corner of your eyes caught a peak of tom reaching inside his drawers, and almost as if he was sensing your stare, the mysterious object went behind his back.

“you sneaky little girl” he murmured, a small smirk planted on his face as he leaned down to kiss you while removing the straps of your dress.

you hummed into the kiss when you felt, what you presumed, draco’s fingers disregarding the rest of your dress.

tom broke the kiss to press kisses on your chest, fingers going behind your back, silently asking to arch it so he could take your bra off, and you obeyed.

it was at that moment when your eyes finally landed on the blonde who was now only wearing boxers, winking at you while he took of your drenched panties, throwing them behind him.

the brunette, disconnected his lips from your body completely, finally revealing what was behind his back.

handcuffs

your eyes went slightly wide at the object, immediately picking up on what they were gonna do.

“arms up for me, gorgeous” he spoke, tone low.

your arms followed his orders in blind submission, resting them against the headboard.

draco’s eyes caught yours as tom cuffed your wrists to the bed, immobilizing your arms. he gave you a devilish smile as he locked eyes with tom, giving him a nod, not giving you time to decipher anything as he dived his head down your sopping cunt.

a moan left your mouth involuntarily, tom coming besides you, both males with only their underwear on.

he stroked some hair out of your face and made a path with his hands to your breasts, another high-pitched moan coming from you when he rolled the nipple in his fingers, while draco absolutely devoured you.

his tongue lapped up at your juices, humming every once in a while; his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. his darkened eyes stared up at your figure that was now a moaning mess, he could almost chuckle at how fast the night had turned out.

it was like being on cloud nine, the way his tongue worked inside you, absolutely dining on it.

as he continued to devour you, tom leant down to crash your lips together, drinking down all of your noises. your moans continuously spurted out onto his mouth whilst your thighs shaked, orgasm approaching.

both of them seemed to notice this, so tom leant down and disconnected your lips, putting his on your nipples instead.

that did it for you.

you didn’t even have time to warn them, you cum was now being eagerly tasted by draco who could’ve easily cum too at the sight of you.

once he finished riding out your high, he rose up from his position, cock throbbing due to the lack of friction.

tom copied the blonde’s movements and got off your chest.

now, the both of them towered over you, staring down with a mischievous grin. you gulped harshly and switched your stare from one to the other.

“take the handcuffs off” spoke tom, order directed at draco, yet eyesight trained on you and the tone he used sent shivers down your spine.

draco leaned over you, keeping eye contact as he undid the restraints, your arms going limp at your sides.

he gave a chuckle at this and scooted back, grabbing your ankles and pulling you more to the edge of the bed.

tom seemed to caught onto what draco was doing and gave him a smirk, reaching for the drawer he had picked the handcuffs from.

your head was turned to him, curiosity peeking inside you. but draco wasn’t having any of that.

he roughly grabbed your face and turned it to him, connecting your lips to his, his tongue finding its way inside your mouth in an instant, grinding his hips into yours, evoking a small moan from you.

“easy now, malfoy” grunted tom from above you, causing draco to give him a stern look and a roll of his eyes.

tom gave you a teasing smile as he held up a silk blindfold. “this okay with you, pretty girl?” he asked cautiously.

your eyes shined with desire as you stared at the material, mouth slightly agape. “mhm” you hummed in agreement, adding a small smile for reassurance.

“good girl” taunted draco, grabbing ahold of his boxers and dragging them down. you only managed to take a peak of his lower v-line; tom was already placing the blindfold on your eyes, tying it behind your head.

“now, gonna let us use this pretty pussy baby?” teased tom, fingers tapping your soaked cunt twice. you gave a small moan as a response, your body jolting at the sensitivity.

“fuck yeah we are” grumbled draco, hands digging into your waist as he harshly turned you around, ass on display for their hungry eyes and hard cocks.

you whimpered as your tits collided with the mattress, yet your pussy was already dripping in anticipation. “once we’re done with you, you’re gonna have to guess who’s fucking your little hole and who’s fucking that blabbering mouth.” hissed tom on your ear. “if you get it right, we’re fucking you until you’re begging us to stop. you get it wrong and i’ll make sure you’re edged for a fucking week” he finished.

you couldn’t help but let your mouth fall open at the suggestion, senses heightening as you heard the shuffle of clothing and two big hands bringing your ass up until your back was perfectly arched.

“little whore, look at you, puffy pussy in the air like that” murmured draco from beside you.

you suppressed a moan at the comment, burying your face down on the sheets, only for it to be yanked up by an unknown force.

they didn’t even give you time to gasp, your mouth being filled by a thick cock in an instant.

draco positioned himself behind you and rubbed your ass prior to completely bottoming himself inside you, a moan almost escaping him. but he held it, for the sake of whatever silly game they were playing at.

you gave a loud moan against tom’s cock, though you were still unsure on who was doing what. but slender fingers wrapped around your hair, a signal to keep going.

so you did, quickly recollecting yourself and bobbing your head up and down, not that you needed to do much except hollow your cheeks, the force of draco’s thrusts sending your head down on him.

the blonde kept his hands on your ass, roughly rocking his hips back and forth, watching as your head continuously moved up and down on tom, who had his head thrown back, mouth agape and eyes closed.

draco reached down to rub your clit, not slowing his hips once. tears brimmed at your eyes at the sudden feeling, your own body unconsciously fucking itself back on draco, while your tongue focused on the tip on whoever was down your throat.

as draco completely rammed himself inside you, tom’s orgasm was around the corner, with the way you swirled your tongue around the tip, the involuntary jerk forward you gave whenever draco gave a hard thrust, plus the vibrations of your moans did it all for him, he looked down at you as he came, biting his lower lip in an attempt to keep his identity a secret.

you breathed hard through your nose as you felt cum shoot down your throat, the whole load almost choking you as you swallowed it immediately. a small whine leaving you once they removed their softening length.

yet this was more of a relief to you, your moans now spurting out freely as spit dribbled down your chin, feeling tom’s or draco’s fingers rake through your hair.

“i’m close!” you moaned out in a desperate tone, thighs shaking as a slight tap came down on your bum, and assuming they gave you permission you came with a small shout, breathing raggedly.

draco was right behind you, drawing out your orgasm while sloppily thrusting as his seed went deep inside you.

once you both climbed down from your high, you collapsed down on the mattress, blindfold still on as you felt the rustle of sheets, blinding light appearing out of nowhere as tom disregarded the blindfold, smug grins on both of their faces as they took in your fucked-out state.

“now tell us who was fucking what, baby. show us how much of a smart girl you are” ordered draco, hands soothing down your back.

a nerve-wracking feeling hit you. you had absolutely forgotten all about their little challenge, you were too caught up in pleasure to even remember what you were supposed to realize.

“i-i don’t know” you admitted, lip trembling when their expressions hardened, almost as if disappointed, and considering the state of mind you were falling in; it was the last thing you wanted to do.

“well let’s try again and see if you can get it right this time, hm?” suggested tom, dragging the blindfold back up.

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saturnsstufff · 3 years

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okay as a chubby girl myself I struggle with how I see myself and this idea makes my heart KSHDHSJS

okay so imagine IMAGINE

Request maybe 🤔🤔🤔

Okay,, you’re standing in the mirror yk in your mirror at technos house/cottage in your underwear and stuff, grabbing at the chub and stuff looking upset and not feeling good about yourself, and techno walking into the room and seeing this. yk him being upset that you feel that way Bc he thinks youre just so pretty 🥺.

IT COULD EITHER GO INTO A SMUT( 😏 where he SHOWS you how much he loves you and how pretty he thinks you are in the mirror) OR FLUFF WITH SOFT WORDS AND CUDDLES or both idk

*slams hand on desk* IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS

I went with both, because I like options. I also based this off a little personal feelings so I hope it works!

My Goddess- Technoblade

Warnings: self conscious reader, swearing, NSFW

The mirror. Your best, but worst nightmare imaginable. Some days you could look into it and see beauty within your curves. Spend endless minutes hyping yourself up. 'Man I look good' 'I am the fucking shit' 'damn look at that' all little things you tell yourself in pride. Because in those moments, you feel powerful. In those moments you feel like you own the world, that others are just lucky to breathe within your presence.

However, there are bad days. There are days when looking into the mirror brings shame. Days when all you can do is grab at your stomach, and ponder of what you could have done, or what you will do. Its pressed that everyone is perfect in our own imaginable ways. Yet when you look at others, you cant help but be envious. Others can get away with wearing tight clothing, baggy clothing, any type of clothing. Yet when you try it on all you see is a box, if you wear tight clothing, every roll and muffin top pops out. It can be embarrassing.

Techno never saw your curves as embarrassing however. He loved them. He loved the plush, soft skin of your tummy or your thighs. Your hips? don't even ask what he thought on hips, as long as they were yours. They were perfect.

With that said, when he saw you saddened about your form he was slightly hurt. You thought he was beautiful, a hybrid of a monster. But yet you couldn't find the beauty within your rolls? Your plump little form? The very thing that made up you? If he ever found out who planted these seeds of lies in your mind, he would have words.

If you felt confident enough to take the world by the horns, he let you. He would build you up with sweet words of encouragement. 'Well don't you look amazing...' 'you are looking beautiful as ever'. They were small phrases but they meant a lot to you.

Techno isn't verbal with his love, or compliments really. He chooses to show it, words are just that. Words. Actions are done, are shown. They are physically put into motion. That's why he prefers it. But he also understands sometimes words are needed. They are needed to ease your nerves and doubtful mind.

when he catches you glaring at your plump form in the mirror, he cant help but quickly move to your side. Kneeling and kissing up your body. Your arms, your thighs, everything. In the beginning he would let you look away. The idea of someone liking your body type left you uncertain, many times you would ponder if his endless kisses were done as a joke. But each and every time he would reassure you that it was real. That him loving you, loving your body. It wasn't in pity, it was in genuine love.

Tonight was one of those bad nights. With Techno in the bath, you were left to change for bed. Wait for him to come out, and then cuddle the night away until the sun kissed the horizon.

But well you changed your eyes fell to the mirror. Your eyes casually roamed your body. You were used to looking at it so nothing stood out of course. But as you shifted, you caught a few stretch marks within the candle light. They looked like streaks of lightning that were dragged across your skin. With a quick glance away, you pulled something over your form. Wanting to cover your body and deal with that mental baggage later.

Of course the Hybrid that stood tall within the door frame held other ideas about that moment. The one thing that always put you at ease was Techno's size. Before you were in a relationship with him, you feared you wouldn't be able to wear your lovers clothing. Being a bit plumper meant "one size fit all" did not fit all. But luckily, with your roughly 6ish/7ish foot Piglin Hybrid of a lover, all of his clothing was a bit baggy on you. Technoblade was a very Built man, this came from his never ending training and his natural born strength of course. But even with him being built and big, the first time he asked you to sit on his lap had you hesitant. What if he found you too heavy? The idea of him asking you to move off would leave you completely mentally ruined. Of course when you finally sat he didn't utter any words besides praises. His hands running gently over your thighs, with a tight grasp he kept you close. When Techno saw you ease into his lap more often, he took pride in knowing you were comfortable enough to do it on a daily basis. That was when he upped the bar again. The day he asked you to sit on his face was the day you had a heart attack. You were so paranoid you would crush him. Of course he was all bemused smirks well you tried to think of excuses. Yet this man was able to ease your nerves and reassure you until you were comfortable once again. You would never forget how giddy he was to be between your thighs. That was the day he found his favorite spot.

Before you could ease some bottoms over your underwear, this man had his arms around you. Pushing against your hands. His nose was nuzzled into your neck muttering gently "Please, leave them off for now..." with a brow raised you complied. You let the shorts drop to the floor, assuming you would be coming for them in a brief moment. You could smell the lingering sent from his shampoo. The fresh smell giving you great comfort.

Techno moved you back to face the mirror, his head moving briefly so he could see you face yourself. With a light stubble scratching against your neck you felt the goosebumps rise. Your eyes met his ruby ones within the mirror. "Do you know, how beautiful you are?..." he asked rhetorically. Dragging out the words that he felt were important. You wanted to say no, but knew he wouldn't want that answer.

"I think I'm alright..." you said softly. He hummed and pressed a loving kiss to your neck. His hands slowly fell down to the buttons of the shirt you were wearing. Skillfully he undid them without thought. When you had pulled a shirt on you didn't think much, but now saw that it was his you wore. Of course he didn't mind, he never minded.

With the buttons undone he opened the shirt to expose your naked form. Every curve and roll on sweet display for him "You are beyond 'alright'... alright is basic. You know my goddess is beyond mortal definitions..." you gave a gentle smile at his charm, glancing away from his eyes. He didn't allow this tonight however. Instead he took your jaw and gently redirected it to the mirror. Meeting his gaze again.

"My love... My goddess, you know your body rivals the gods, yes?..." you slightly shrugged, unsure if this was true. With another loving kiss he continued. "Persephone had rolls... She was just as plump as you my love..." you fallowed his eyes gently. Him comparing you to the beautiful goddess left you feeling better. If someone so divine could have rolls why couldn't you?

He didn't stop there however. "If you cant see your beauty. Let me show you how beautiful you are..." his tone was pleading. Like a animal begging for spare scraps. You watched his eyes, his finger and thumb having control over your chin. You thought on his words and gave a brief nod to him. Trusting him and whatever he had planned.

Instead of immediately kissing you all over, he pulled away. Firmly telling you to keep your eyes on the mirror. You felt a bit awkward standing there, your legs shifting closer underneath you. He soon came back however, his crown in hand. You could also see he had a simple gray towel around his waist, showing he was fresh from the bath.

Your curiosity with the crown lingered, but you watched as he put it on your head. "You are a queen... My Queen... You will always be reminded of your everlasting beauty for as long as you are with me..." for not complementing a lot, tonight he was on a roll. Your eyes ran over the crown. The delicate and bright stones contrasting the shimmering gold well against your skin.

He walked around to the front of you, leaning down to meet your lips in a loving kiss. His hand found a firm places on your hip, and on the plush skin of your ass cheek. With a gentle, but firm grasp he moved and rolled the skin beneath his hand. Loving how soft you were. With his hands working soft whimpers and moans out of you, his mouth devoured them. Eating every noise you made, cherishing them deep within his heart.

Leaving your lips swollen he moved down. Kissing your jaw and neck. Planning to leave you a work of art. A show of how much he loves you.

After your neck it was your chest. Soft plump breasts fitting ever so sweetly within his hands. With firm grasps he had you flushed red whimpering. Your eyes half lidded with the sweet lingering pleasure. Yet you still watched yourself and him, knowing to not disobey him.

With soft kisses placed to the tops of your breasts and nipples he moved to your stomach. This is where you craved to look away. Wishing to hide yourself in his neck.

"T..T-Techno..." he hummed acknowledging your words. But he still pressed light kisses down to the hem of your underwear.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror." He said, pulling them down. Helping you step out of the discarded clothing. You couldn't see his face. Only his backside was facing the mirror, and even then his long wet hair hid most of his toned back.

His fingers ran through your slit briefly. His rings offered a major temperature difference between your heat and the cold metal. With a little squirm his hands moved and held you in place. Desiring to keep you in place before he moved his head in and started to devour you. Eating you out like it was his last meal on earth.

With a ever so sinful cry, you gripped at his hair. Begging for your knee's to not give out. With one hand on his head, the other one flew to the crown on your head. Trying to keep it on well you easily hunched over from the overwhelming pleasure. Techno never failed to leave you speechless- or should we say, he never left you quiet. Even if you could see yourself, you didn't think you would be able to focus much. Your eyes were tightly shut well your mouth ran between being in a 'O' and being locked shut.

He did pull back from your folds to speak. Earning a cry from you. You were getting close and him pulling away was painful. "You can cum. But you have to keep your eyes open" you nodded profusely. Agreeing to anything if it meant feeling his lips back on you. He lingering a moment. Making sure your eyes opened before he leaned back. Taking his time to show your clit attention before going back to his main course.

With your eyes looking back at you. You were unsure if you were ashamed with how blissed out you looked or happy. The whole scene in itself was erotic. You were incredibly small compared to the giant between your legs. His only drive to please you completely. Your eyes never left the mirror as he ate you out to your climax. Your hips stuttering and bucking, but proving no use to his iron grip. When you came he waisted no time at cleaning it up. He had no shame, that your cum was running down his chin. He was happy when you were pleased. And he knows you are definitely pleased after that climax.

But he wasn't finished. With your legs weakening he helped you down onto his lap. He let you collect yourself against his chest for a few moments his hand ran over your back.

"Doin' ok there Princess?..." you nodded slowly. Your chest rising and falling fast well you try and calm yourself. "Think you can do one more?" You nodded again well he pressed a kiss to your forehead, acknowledging your response. Adjusting his crown on your head, he moved so the mirror was beside you two. Showing both of your bodies, with the towel acting as a thin barrier.

When you both were situated he did remove the towel. With a strong arm he lifted you up and positioned his hardened cock at your entrance, wasting no spare moment to fill you up. Well you did try to hide within his neck, it proved no use. He made sure to turn your head to the mirror.

With your eyes hitting the mirror you saw how his head was beside yours. Your cheek was pressed to his chest well his was pressed to your forehead. His eyes lingeried your body. Drowning in your blissed out form. He found you utterly perfect.

Well your bodies were connected, it almost looked like art. With techno's sharp gaze and your blissed out reddened cheeks, the contrast was there but yet they went together in perfect harmony. With the roll of his hips he made sure to keep your eyes on the mirror. Wanting to drag out every cry and moan you could utter. He set his pace at a rhythmic thrust, wanting to not only pleasure you, but himself as well. Well you griped to his sides, he kept his hand on he back of your head gently. Wanting to keep your head facing the mirror. With sweet sinful praises he coached you to a second orgasm, his fallowing close behind. He kissed your head gently, keeping you close to him well he felt himself soften. when his eyes met yours in the mirror he smiled softly.

“Look at how beautiful you are... Always so, so beautiful Princess...”

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reidjumpers · 3 years

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Here Comes the Sun: Blue and Pink

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning/Includes: mention of eating, foods.

Series Summary: A journey of going through parenthood with Spencer.

Chapter Summary: In which you find the gender of your baby

Note: dad!spencer is a dear concept to me. I try to make sure all of the chapter could be read as a stand alone, but if you squint you can tell there's a string of connections to previous chapters. Enjoy!

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“What do you think about a gender reveal party?”

You stopped in your tracks as Penelope thought out loud. You rolled your chair to face her, and immediately your face scrunched up as you noticed the content displayed on her screen. It wasn’t work, or anything tech related that sometimes made your head a little fuzzy, it was a mood board filled with gender reveal party ideas.

Throughout your pregnancy, you have found yourself burrowed in Penelope’s lair more often than not. She was more than welcoming, all happy to have someone accompany her in her safe space. She even made an effort to make you feel comfortable, go all board to put all soft and fuzzy things to soothe your aching back and swollen feet. You had been crying for thirty minutes straight when she first presented it to you.

You liked it here a lot. The room is always at the right temperature that didn’t leave you shivering or grumpy with heat. But most of all, it smells really nice, and as much as you’d love to be in your desk and your own element, you couldn’t handle the wafting smell of everyone’s perfume in the air. You once lashed out at Morgan for having the audacity to wear his perfume that he had been wearing for years, and then proceed to cry for an hour profusely apologizing while he laughed his ass off.

“Gender reveal?” you hummed, not knowing what you feel with the idea. Your hand absentmindedly made its way to your bump, now more visible than ever, and you’re both delighted and terrified about it.

“Look at this!” Penelope eagerly made a gesture towards her computer screen. She scrolled slowly through all the well-put mood boards. You cocked an eyebrow at it, knowing fully she probably had spent weeks planning before even asking your opinion. “It’s cute, isn’t it? All fuzzy, blue and pink! So many cakes and happiness radiating from it all.”

“How long have you been planning for all of these, Pen?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she muttered, uncharacteristically quiet.

“Three weeks? Four weeks?”

“Ugh!” she grunted, a pout appearing on her lips as she sent you a heatless glare. You pressed your lips together to bit back a triumph smile, proud of your achievement to be able to crack her up. “Fine! Three weeks.”

You snorted a laugh, “Thought so.”

“I hate profilers,” Penelope huffed. She pressed a key on her keyboard to reveal more pictures of her mood board. “So? What do you think?”

“I don’t know, I have to talk about it with Spencer.”

“Talk about what?” a voice appeared behind you nearly startled you to death. You whipped your head towards the source of sound, smiling when you caught the sight of your husband standing in the doorway.

Spencer quietly made his way to you, pressing a chaste kiss on your hairline as he gently placed your lunch on the desk. It had been a routine in the past four months that he would make his way to Penelope’s office during lunchtime, bringing food for three of you and he joined you and Penelope devouring lunch in her office.

“Lovely Boy Wonder! You always have the most perfect timing,” Penelope basically beamed at the sight of Spencer. He furrowed his eyebrows confusedly, but from years of befriending her, Spencer had learned not to question too many things about her. “What do you think about a gender reveal party?”

“Gender reveal party?” Spencer pulled his designated chair, the one that Penelope provided just for him to eat lunches. He scooted his chair close to you, hand absentmindedly finding its way to yours.

“You heard me.”

“I don’t know…” Spencer muttered, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. He eyed the mood board displayed proudly on Penelope’s screen carefully, examining each picture. “Sounds like a lot of work.”

Penelope gasped, “Dr. Reid! I am honestly offended that you didn’t consider Penelope Garcia will handle everything and you and Lady Reid don’t have to lift a single finger!”

Now that caught your attention. “We don’t have to lift a single finger?”

“All you have to do is sit down and the next thing you know, we’re all huddled together in a happy space full of love.”

You glanced towards Spencer who shared the same look with yours. He shrugged and a small smile settled on his face, entrusting the decision fully into your hand. You pucker your lips, weighing all the pros and cons about throwing a party.

“Come on!” Penelope whined. “We see horror and gore almost every day. We need a sweet reminder of everything good in the world. It’s nice to have something good to look forward to.”

You glanced at Spencer once again who subtly nodded. “Okay. Make it small and private.”

“Yes!” Penelope squealed, startled both you and Spencer. “I love you both so much.”

***

The whole idea of preparing a gender reveal party alone made you tired, but one trip for your check up changed everything. Penelope joined you and Spencer for your routine check up, tearing up when the sound of your baby’s heartbeat echoed. At this point you would have thought you’d get used to hearing their heartbeat, but it had never lost its magic.

Penelope practically vibrated with excitement and squealing when the doctor slyly slid your ultrasound photo and the gender of the baby to her, wrapped in a cute envelope. Spencer tried to take a peek, but Penelope was quick to swat him away.

“Do you think we’re having a boy or a girl?” Spencer thought out loud. You glanced up from your book to meet him staring at you, a solemn expression painted on his face.

“Can’t wait until the weekend, can you?” you teased, eyes fell back into the string of words in your book again.

You felt his hand rubbing your feet, his fingers dutifully untangle all the tangled knots that made you sore. You let out a satisfied sigh, shifting slightly on your seat to positioned your feet better on his lap. You really started to think you were probably the luckiest pregnant wife in the whole wide world with a husband like him.

Spencer sighed. “I think we’re having a boy.”

“You think?” you turned the page on your book, already feeling your focus shifting fully into the conversation now. “I’d say we’re having a girl.”

“I’ll tell you what, if we turn out to have a girl, I’ll buy you that handbag you’ve been eyeing on in the past two weeks. And if we turn out to have a boy, you’ll tell me how you cheat on every single UNO game we have.”

You snorted a laugh. Spencer must have noticed you stopped reading minutes ago, for the way he wasn’t unfazed when you lowered down your book and stared at him with a questioning look. He shot you a challenging smirk, with one eyebrow shot up into his hairline.

“Spencer Reid, are you really betting on our children?” you hit his arm playfully with your book. He feigned a pain, frowning as he rubbed the sore spot where you hit him. “I love you, but there is no way in hell I’ll tell you how I play UNO.”

“Ha! So you admit you do cheat!”

“No I didn’t! I never said that!”

“Your words do imply otherwise. So you do cheat!”

“I don’t cheat! I am just really good at what I do!”

Spencer scrunched his nose, not exactly buying your words. “Morgan and Emily also think you do cheat, hon.”

You rolled your eyes at the mention of their name. Of course they would conspire with your husband about your amazing ability of kicking everyone’s asses in UNO. You pulled your book back into your line of sight, tried your best to pick up where you left off. “Just accept the fact that UNO and Mario Kart is my expertise, babe. And a magician never reveals their secret.”

Spencer squinted his eyes at you for using his words against him. You lifted your book up slightly to conceal your growing smile, doing your best to ignore his burning stares. Spencer shifted slightly on his seat, his hand ghosted just above your ankle.

“I beat you in Mario Kart already,” Spencer said smugly. His voice was soft, and if it wasn’t so quiet, you were sure you would miss it.

“It was one time!” you groaned. “Once, babe, once.”

Spencer laughed. “You’re just bitter I beat you up with Baby Peach in Rainbow Road.”

You sighed through your nose, pouting as he rubbed about your defeat a year ago that you were still slightly bitter about to your face. You had no idea how he managed to beat you in Mario Kart using Baby Peach out of all things, in Rainbow Road out of any places.

“Honestly, how did you do that?”

Spencer beamed up at the question. You regret asking once your eyes caught the look on his face almost immediately, already knowing the answer he was about to say before it left his mouth. He leaned closer, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “A magician never reveals their secret, sweetheart.”

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“Garcia is one amazing crazy bitch, isn’t she?” Emily nudged your shoulder. She took a sip towards her drink, her eyes scanning through the room. “How the hell she managed to take care of this party alone, I have no idea.”

Penelope had outdone herself. But then again, she always managed to break her own records after records breezly like it was nothing. Rossi was more than happy to provide his backyard to host the small party. Penelope managed to turn it into the most colorful and cutest gender reveal venue you’ve ever seen.

You just snorted, turned around to steal a slice of cake from Emily’s hand. She groaned at you, but didn’t do a thing as you shove it into your mouth. “Once she has a goal, she’ll do everything in her power to achieve that one goal, Em. You know that.”

Emily grinned, raising her glass slightly. “Do you think it’s a girl or a boy?”

You hummed. “Honestly? I don’t know. But something tells me it’s a girl.”

“Good,” Emily grinned. She jerked her chin towards the direction where Spencer was sitting together with Jack and Henry, a big amused smile on his face as he showcased his newest magic trick. “JJ already has two boys, Hotch has Jack, I think it’ll be nice to have a cute little girl into our family.”

Your eyes settled on Spencer once again. A loud squeal and delighted laughter rang throughout the walls as Spencer pulled a string of cards from Jack’s ear. “We’ll see.”

The party had been, much to your delight, a beautiful one. It was a spur moment of excitement and laughter, Penelope had made sure to make everyone comfortable and happy. The small game she had creatively come out with had been nothing but fun. You nearly fell from your chair laughing as you watch Morgan and Hotch doing their best to put a pen into a bottle blindfolded.

Everyone was here for one thing, and you watched the atmosphere shift from excitement to anticipation and suspense as JJ placed the cake into the table almost immediately. You bite your lip, somehow nervous at the prospect of knowing the gender of your unborn baby and reveal it in front of your friends and families.

Spencer wasn’t doing any better either, he was visibly jittery. You squeezed his hand gently once. Two times. Three times. Sending him all the wordless immense love you hoard for him, and a reminder that you were there with him. A small smile appeared on his face and he squeezed your hand a little firmer than you did, before he lifted it up to plant a soft kiss against your knuckle.

“Okay! When I reach three, you’ll cut the cake!” Penelope instructed. “If anyone would love to record this very magical moment, I advise your camera is ready by now.”

You chuckled, glancing up from the blue and pink cake in front of you. You saw Rossi already recorded the whole thing.

“One!”

You gently gripped the knife, feeling Spencer’s hand covered your hand warmly. He sent you a nervous smile as he adjusted his hands, his fingers settled in between yours seamlessly.

“Two!”

Spencer gently guided your hand to place the knife just right above the cake. You held your breath, feeling your heart trumped inside your chest loudly.

“Three!”

Spencer a little too eagerly cut the cake, almost forgot that he squeezed your hand underneath his a little too tight. A soft gasp escaped your lips as you finally saw the inside of the cake, and Spencer was stopped in his track as he gawked at the cake.

“It’s a girl…” Spencer whispered, like he couldn’t believe what he saw. He blinked and took a sharp inhale, feeling the reality settling in a lot better. “It’s a girl!” He then pulled you into a chaste kiss, his lips pressing into yours raked with love and happiness that you couldn’t help but to smile.

“A girl!” Derek hollered from his spot, already made his way to steal Spencer away from your embrace and pulled him into a hug. Everyone followed not so long after, and you could feel Emily pulled you into a hug, followed by JJ, and then Penelope trapped you in the middle.

“Aw,” you heard Penelope cooed. You didn’t realize there were tears streaming down your face until you could feel her thumb gently wiped it away from your face. “Don’t cry!”

You just laugh, pulling your girl friends into another round of hug. Emily let out a soft chuckle, and muttered something about having a new member to your sacred girl’s night out. You didn’t say anything, but feeling a smile growing on your lips at the thought of having a little girl following you in tow during your night out.

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natasxliah · 2 years

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Three is better than two.

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CONTENT WARNING: NSFW, NO MINORS ALLOWED 18+ ONLY! THIS DOCUMENT CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING: cunninglingus, fingering, praise kink, size kink, threesome, ass-play, taint-play, anal, two penises, submissive!reader, bisexual intercourse, cuckolding.

A/N: So before you read this, just know that it’s really lewd and raunchy. I have been thinking of this concept for a while and finally decided to put it in words. I really hope you enjoy and remember to like and comment and reblog if you would be so kind :D I love you guys so much.

“Ah, K-Kisame…” you whined out as the shark man towering over your small frame placed sweet, open-mouth kisses along your navel, getting closer and closer to his destination. “___,” He whispered in a husky breath as his hands reached up and cupped both your breasts, squeezing and kneading them with his large, calloused palms.

You moaned out loud at his sudden touch, causing him to chuckle and place one hand over your mouth. “Quiet, someone will hear you,” He cooed in your ear as his other hand trailed down your belly to your inner thigh. He was teasing the absolute hell out of you, and it almost drove you to the brink of madness. “Kisa, stop teasing…” You whimpered as you rolled your hips up at him, your pussy glistening in want as a couple of droplets rolled down your thigh. The sight of you on Kisame’s bed, naked and wet with your legs spread wide for him was almost enough to make him go absolutely feral.

“Patience, little one. Can’t I just admire your beauty for a moment?” He smirked at your blush as he took his thumbs and spread your lower lips open, your sopping wet cunt on display before him. It took everything for him not to just dive right into your heat and devour you.

Kisame liked to take his time with you, no matter how impatient and childish you could be. Kisame was much older than you by a little over a decade, and had way more experience than you, so he definitely knew his way around your anatomy. He not only enjoyed teasing and admiring your body, but he knew the teasing only made your orgasm that much more stronger. And it absolutely delighted him to see you squirt.

Your face was beet red as your big doe eyes watched Kisame admire your small pussy. Sometimes even he wondered how you could fit just one of his cocks inside you, let alone two, despite the fact that you can push an entire infant out of you within a matter of hours.

You gasped out and lifted your back off the bed as he leaned down and took a long, slow drag of his tongue from your ass all the way up to your clit. You shivered at the sensation and immediately grabbed fistfulls of Kisame’s navy locks. Kisame hummed against your heat at your reaction and did a second long, slow drag of his tongue. “God, Kisame…” You breathed as you ground your hips against his face.

Kisame’s tongue gave your pussy no mercy whatsoever. His tongue swirled around your clit and flicked against it, every once in a while he would apply less pressure and then more pressure. He knew just how to make you squirm and submit all of your will to his. He not only paid attention to your clit, but all of your other erogenous zones. He sucked on your labia, rubbed your g-spot with his finger, and massaged your asshole as well as your taint. The entire time you had your mouth covered with one hand and tried your best not to squeal and cry so loud the entire Akatsuki could hear you throughout the base.

Kisame loved the sight of you under him, trying your best but failing to keep quiet. You were a squealer and you just couldn’t help yourself. With each stroke of Kisame’s tongue, every inch his finger thrusted in and out of you, sending you closer and closer to your release. You panted like a dog and ground your hips against him, fucking his face and hand. Kisame groaned against your hot cunt, absolutely loving the sight before him. Both of his cocks pressed against his lower abdomen, throbbing for your wet warmth.

“Fuck, baby, right there,” you cried out as he hit that sweet spot on your clit that numbed your mind. “Mmm, right where?” He teased as his tongue flicked against that spot, causing you to cry out quite loud, making your eyes go wide at just how loud you were, slapping a hand over your mouth. Kisame raised an eyebrow and smirked at you before pumping his fingers in and out of you at a killer pace, causing slapping sounds from the palm of his hand hitting your ass. You squealed and cried into your hand as he finger fucked you mercilessly, his tongue moving just as fast as his hand. The next thing you knew, you were seeing white as your orgasm flowed through your veins from your head to your curled toes. Your hips humped his face as your clit throbbed under his lips as he sucked your orgasm right out of you. “Kisame!” You cried out, not giving a shit about being quiet anymore now that you were getting your’s.

Sweat glistened all over your body as you shook vigorously beneath the large grey shark-man. Your orgasm drug out for what seemed like forever, as Kisame never slowed his ministrations. Your orgasm was his favorite part too, seeing you being fucked silly was just as fun for him as it was for you. Kisame lapped up every last drop of juice that flowed from your cunt, moaning at how sweet you taste.

In your state of nirvana, you didn’t notice the door open as you kept mewling and moaning while death gripping the sheets. Only when Kisame’s warm mouth left your pussy cold and lonely did you realize that the two of you were no longer alone.

Standing in the doorway was an Itachi with a face as red as his Sharingan. What in the hell was the Uchiha thinking?! Did he not hear your cries of pleasure and put two and two together? Kisame put a small piece of Samehada’s bandage on the door knob so that no one would just barge in, and here stands Itachi, one of the most polite men on the planet?

Your face was next to become beet red. You were so frozen in embarrassment that you couldn’t even move to cover yourself up. You and Itachi just stared right at each other in awkward silence as your pussy was still throbbing softly from your incredible release.

Kisame narrowed his eyes at Itachi, just as confused as you were at the fact that he just barged in on your intimate relations. “Itachi-san, is there something you need?” Kisame sounded every single bit of agitated as he leaned over you, covering your pride.

Itachi retained his composure, just as he famously did constantly, and closed his eyes. “I was about to knock, but the door wasn’t all the way closed, apparently,” Itachi almost stuttered, causing you to mentally smirk at yourself. Seeing the infamous Itachi Uchiha coming undone by something as simple as walking in on his friend fucking by accident.

“I, uhm,” that was it. He had come undone and you couldn’t help but laugh at poor Itachi’s expense. Both men looked at you like you had two heads and four eyes as you just kept giggling at the situation. “What are you cackling about, woman?” Kisame interrogated you and you waved your hand dismissively as you collected yourself from the giggle fit.

“A-are you a virgin or something Itachi? Why are you behaving like a 12 year old?” You teased Itachi, causing him to glare at you as his face got even redder, if that was possible. Kisame shook his head at you and sighed, “I’m sorry Itachi. Please ignore her, she is a mad woman,” Kisame smirked at you as you smacked his bicep playfully at his comment. He got up from the bed and covered you with the blanket before turning to Itachi and walking out of the room, thank god Kisame still at least had his pants on. But not for long.

You sighed as you waited for the two men to finish discussing whatever shinobi business they had going on. It better have been something important, because you wanted Kisame inside you NOW. You thought of how much you desired Kisame’s cocks inside of you and then out of nowhere you mind panned over to Itachi and his adorable blushing face. You smiled to yourself at the fact that you got to see that face in your lifetime. Poor Itachi couldn’t show his emotions hardly ever, for it would make him vulnerable to the world. You had only ever seen his small reactions to things that had been said or done around him. Every once in a while he would smile the smallest of smiles at a joke you said or just talking to him about random things.

You thought of how Itachi was always easy to talk to, because he actually listened. Not that Kisame didn’t listen to you, hell, he was all ears! But sometimes you were always afraid that if you accidentally said the wrong thing that you would upset him and that was the last thing you ever wanted to do was hurt Kisame in any way whatsoever. He had always been so kind to you. Both of them were. You enjoyed the company of both men and you always felt warm and fuzzy around them. You loved Kisame with all of your heart, but you also loved Itachi too, but was it the same kind of love? That you honestly did not know.

You would never betray Kisame’s trust, nor Itachi’s. Every decision you make you always console with them first because that’s just who you were. You were submissive in nature and always needed the comfort of knowing that you were being a good girl. And when you were bad, oh you were so bad. And right now you felt that you were being bad, thinking of another man while Kisame treats you like a queen. You felt so dirty but something lit a spark in you that you couldn’t put out. You reached down to your clit and started rubbing yourself, the slick coating your fingers from your recent orgasm.

You could hear the voices of the two men out the door, and listened to their smooth, deep baritones as you massage your clit. A moan escaped your lips and you could hear their voices stop, but you didn’t care. You thought of the two men bending your body to their will and taking all of you for a ride. It made your stomach flutter and flip in all the right ways.

You don’t know what was discussed amongst the two shinobi, but the next thing you knew the door was slammed open and you were pinned down by Kisame. The two of them moved so quick you didn’t even see a flash, but here you were with Kisame behind you, holding your small wrists in his giant hands. He also had the back of your knees wrapped on top of his arms so he could hold your legs up, with your sloppy pussy exposed for anyone in the room to see. “Whaa…?” You whimpered out as you looked between Kisame and Itachi, the two of them had animalistic eyes, ready to ravish you.

Was this really fucking happening? What the actual fuck? Was this genjutsu? Was Itachi fucking with you because of that comment? Oh, god. He is fucking with you, ISN’T HE? That bastard. There’s no way this is actually happening...right?

“Look who’s coming undone now?” Itachi teased you in a smooth, low voice as he stalked towards you while unbuttoning his cloak. “Any more witty remarks about my sexuality,___?” Itachi cooed as he leaned over you, causing you to whimper and blush dark as you watched every move he made.

How could Kisame be okay with this? You knew he and Itachi were close, but THIS close? Your mind was racing a million miles a minute as your heart rate rose significantly. Kisame could not only smell your blood flowing, but could hear it too. “Someone’s getting anxious,” Kisame stated as he placed love nips on your neck, licking the small wounds he created with his sharp canines.

Itachi slid off his pants as he crawled on the bed closer to you and towered over you, his sharingan eyes softening at your cute innocent looking face. “I see you’re confused,” He cooed as he cupped your cheek. “I-Itachi...Kisame?” was all you could muster out of your mouth before it was enveloped by Itachi in a soft, sweet kiss to calm your nerves.

You returned the kiss before allowing Itachi to slip his tongue in as his hands roamed your body, you could feel his cock hardening against your inner thigh. From the feel of it, you could tell he was very adequate in size as well, causing you to get even more excited as you had butterflies in your stomach.

You moaned in the kiss as you felt Itachi’s hands all over you and Kisame licking and sucking your neck and shoulders, and occasionally nuzzling your hair, taking in your scent. You smiled in the kiss and you could feel Itachi position himself at your entrance before slamming into you hard, causing you to break the kiss and cry out his name as he vigorously pounded you, Kisame holding you in place while Itachi’s hips rocked you into him.

“Ohh!” You gasped as Itachi hit your g-spot, railing you hard, filling you up nice and full with his thick, long girth. “This will teach you to speak out of turn,” Itachi glared at you as he pounded you even harder. You must have struck a nerve or something because he was damned well gonna teach you a lesson in respecting an Uchiha.

“I don’t know, ah, It-Itachi. I have a big mouth,” You grinned up at him, seeing how hard you could push his buttons. Kisame firmly, but not harshly, grabbed your jaw and made you face him, “We can put that big mouth to work, darlin. Itachi is the last of his kind, and he won’t take lightly to games. Isn’t that right, Itachi-san?” Kisame smirked at Itachi who only stared at you as he plowed you, making your stomach flutter at his beautiful crimson jewels.

Without warning, Itachi flipped you over so you were on your knees with your plump ass in the air as he plunged into you again, fucking you like a dog in heat. You were facing Kisame as he grinned at you with sharp teeth and was stroking his cock at the sight of you and Itachi. Your cute little face was the epitome of pleasure as you were drooling slightly. Your lewd cries could be heard throughout the base at this point, who were you kidding?

Kisame got one one knee and pressed one of his fat heads against your lips, “Put it in your mouth,” He ordered and you obeyed, sucking on the head hungrily before licking up and down the shaft. He held his other cock in his hand and stroked it while watching you go down on him. Itachi raised his hand and smacked your plump ass cheek, causing you to moan around Kisame’s cock. He groaned in response and leaned his head back, loving the feeling of your mouth around him. Itachi lifted one of your legs up and reached around you to rub your clit as he was getting closer and closer to his release. You could feel his cock throbbing inside of you, your walls tightening around him as well, getting closer to your own climax approaching. You voluntarily took Kisame’s other cock into your mouth and dragged your tongue along his shafts with every stroke of your mouth. Itachi pinched your clit as he came inside of you, causing your walls to spasm around his thick length, nearly pushing him out. He would absolutely not allow that as he fought your vice grip to the point that it almost hurt.

The two of you rode out your orgasms while Kisame watched with a huge shit-eating grin on his face, both of his cocks at full mast. “My turn,” Kisame almost cheered as he got on his back and pulled you on top of him, your pussy dripping all of Itachi’s thick seed. Kisame filled the empty space that Itachi had left with both of his massive, veiny dicks. “Oh, my god, Kisame….” you sighed out as you threw your head back before you began rotating your hips, riding Kisame at your own pace as he squeezed your tits and gawked at your amazing body. The room was long filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and the smell of sex filled the air with it’s thick, heavy scent. But you absolutely loved it.

“Isn’t she amazing, Itachi? Look at her take both of my cocks at once, yet she still remains as tight as a virgin,” Kisame complimented you as you bounced on his cocks, your ass facing Itachi as he studied how you pussy gripped Kisame’s cocks very tight, your walls dragging along his thick veins had Itachi’s member pressing against his abdomen again.

Itachi came up behind you and started kissing your neck and whispering sexy praises into your ear as he and Kisame smirked at one another. You leaned your head back against Itachi and your walls fluttered with each praise he gave you, “That’s a good girl. You take our cocks so well. You’re so beautiful.”

Kisame groaned beneath you and grabbed your hips, helping you slide up and down on his cocks with ease. You smiled down at Kisame and leaned in to give him a kiss as he plowed you, your moans filling his mouth. The next thing you knew, Kisame pulled both of his cocks out of you, causing you to whine at that empty, cold feeling that you hated. He chucked at you and turned you around so that you faced Itachi while still straddling Kisame. You looked confused until you saw Itachi position himself on top of one of Kisame’s massive lengths and slide down on it with ease. Your eyes went wide and almost popped out of your head as your face heated up like a stove. Itachi smirked at you and grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him, making you lean over Kisame’s other cock and you slid right down on it, moaning and throwing your head back. Kisame groaned beneath the two of you and bucked his hips as you and Itachi started to ride him. You wondered for a split second how Itachi was able to take Kisame’s cock so easily, then you pushed the thought aside as Itachi’s shaft grazed your clit, causing you to moan. The three of you moaned with each other at the immense, taboo pleasure you were all feeling. You and Itachi stared into each other’s eyes as you both rode Kisame like a horse. It was all so intimate and erotic that you couldn’t hold back and came all over Kisame’s cock as your walls fluttered and squirted juices everywhere.

Kisame slammed into the both of you even harder as you buried your face into Itachi’s neck and rode out orgasm after orgasm. Kisame and Itachi could go for hours, but you were being driven to madness. You weren’t complaining though as you let the two of them fuck you stupid all night long, as well as fuck each other into oblivion. It was the best god damn night of your life and you wanted to do it again. And again. Kisame’s thick globs of cum filled both of you and Itachi up. You knew for sure someone was getting you pregnant at this point. How foolish to have unprotected sex, especially for shinobi. But hey, you only live once!

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scorpiobitch95 · 3 years

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Summary: Sy walks in on your daily yoga practice for the first time and is captivated by what he sees.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, dirty talk, rough sex, swearing, sex (oral, female receiving), sex (p in v), bodily fluids (breeding kink? maybe?), unprotected sex, spanking.

Author's Note: This work is for 18+ only, no minors tolerated. You consume content at your own risk. This is my first smut fic, it's been running rampant in my head since starting a daily yoga practice over 3 months ago... now where is Sy when I need him? Y'all, when I tell you how much I need this to happen... wow. Hope you enjoy!

Edited by myself, sorry not sorry for the errors.

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Namaste

The mid-morning sun warmed the room around you, illuminating the open airy space. A place for peace and self-serving practices, you used your sunroom for many acts of self-care. Along the walls were plants and yoga gear, lined up neatly.

Daily yoga had been a part of your routine for several months, bringing you peace and mindfulness, and not to mention a great toning workout for your whole body. It was a habit, just like drinking water: your body craved it.

Today's practice was around the halfway mark when you heard Sy let himself in the front door. You’d never practiced yoga in front of him before, but his interest always piqued when you mentioned it. Your focus faltered when you noticed his presence; he was standing in the doorway, watching you quietly. Good thing you weren’t in a balancing posture.

“You’re early! Sorry, I’ve still got a bit left.” You were able to see him as you flowed from your cobra into downward dog and stretched in this posture, bending your legs and swaying your hips, working out all of your stiffness, you looked at him upside down.

“Don't be sorry, sweetheart. You take your time, Sugar. I’ve got a beautiful view.”

He grinned big and whistled quietly as you raised your leg into a three-legged dog and brought it forward smoothly into pigeon pose, which, coincidentally, you knew made your ass look terrific. You brought your mind back to your center and refocused on your breath as you leaned into this hip stretcher. With Sy in your life, keeping your hips stretched and limber was a must.

You mimicked these motions on your other side but were distracted when you heard him fidgeting. A smirk slithered on your lips.

“It’s not too late to join me. You could do with a little more flexibility, baby,” you moaned at him seductively.

“You and I both know that if I get down there with ya, it’s not yoga we’ll be doin’ Sugar.”

“Oh come on, Sy, let’s get you all warmed up before I have my dirty way with you.” Teasing him was your favorite pastime. You knew the day he saw you do yoga would lead to a fun time for you both.

A growl erupted and you took a glance at him and winked as you twisted in your pose. You knew your ass was calling his name in your blush yoga leggings; you had him mesmerized by every move you made. His eyes were glued to you, and he was ready to pounce.

You continued your flow as though nothing was out of the ordinary, seeing just how long he would last. You ended up on your back to finish your routine. Sy's need was growing by the intensity of his breaths as you moved into a bridge pose, but surprisingly, he held the remainder of his composure until you transitioned to happy baby. Feet pressed in your hands, your clothed core was exposed to his hungry gaze. You closed your eyes, feeling the deep stretch in your hips once again, focused on your inner tranquility and your meditative breathing, that is until your thoughts were interrupted by his scent.

Sy was hovering above you, his large hands placed on either side of your head on the mat, his knees pressed to the back of your thighs. Opening your eyes, you smiled and reached up to meet him as he leaned down. You kissed his soft lips, giggling.

“Well, hi there. That’s a great pose choice, babe. Tabletop is really great for your spine.”

“You better be wrapping up because you’ve teased me long enough. God damn, Sugar, I don’t think I’ve been this hard in my life.” He leaned forward and pressed his hips into your opened ones. “You make me crazy with how sexy you are, ya know it?”

“Oh yes, happy baby pose is definitely sexy. How can you possibly resist me when I’m doing this?” You couldn't help but laugh at yourself because this posture was borderline ridiculous. He kissed you again and bent his head down to trail kisses along your jawline and neck.

“Well you're makin’ me happy, baby. That pussy of yours is callin’ out to me. Come on, tell me you’re ready for me… you’re drivin’ me wild.” You tried to laugh at his eagerness but were quickly overtaken again by his lips on yours and his tongue seeking the inside of your mouth. You released your feet and wrapped your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck as you coaxed him closer to your body.

“Is there such a thing as naked yoga? Cause I think I could be down for that anytime, Sugar.”

“Why don't we do some naked yoga practice of our own right now, Captain? I think I know a few things you’ll like.” His cock ground into the warmth emanating from your center and both of you were beginning to gasp heavily. Breaking away and gasping for air, you breathed out, “Mmm, fuuuuck. Yoga does have its perks, doesn’t it?” Your hand caressed the back of his head while one brushed his cheek softly.

“My body is warmed up just for you. Do your best, Captain.”

Winking and biting your lip, you guided his mouth to your neck, where he covered your skin with a gentle-rough exfoliation of scruffy kisses and nips. His lips were warm and wet as he trailed his love bites from your neck down your collar bone to the exposed tops of your breasts. He took over and unzipped your yoga bra, ravaging your nipples with feral growls of appreciation.

Involuntarily, your back arched to beg for more. You needed him closer; you wanted to fuse yourself to his strong form the way pieces of glass meld when heated to become one whole.

Kisses peppered your bare belly, your torso squirming from the tickling of his beard on your flesh. His hands wandered down to your leggings, peeling them down with your lace thong as he continued his hot, wet kisses. Sy immediately moved his bearded mouth to your pussy, not wasting a single second before beginning to devour you.

Your legs instinctively clamped towards his head, but Sy was quicker: his warm hands wound themselves under and around your thighs, holding them open. “Do that bridge again, baby.” You put your feet down and pressed your hips up into a wide-legged low bridge, bringing your wet cunt even closer to his mouth. “Yes, just like that.” He whispered those words against your clit, making you vibrate with sheer bliss. You tightened your core muscles and focused on breathing down through your middle to intensify your pleasure.

Sy's tongue had a reputation for making quick work of you; he could always make you come in record time. He'd barely had time to pleasure you yet, but you were so turned on that all it took was for Sy to hum and whisper into your pussy, “Come for me… mmmm… Come for me, Sugar.” With a final suckle of your clit, you were convulsing on his tongue.

“Holy shit, fucking yes!” You exhaled a huge laughing breath as you lowered your body and he kissed his way back up to your breasts. “Wow... fuck, let me see you, Sy.” You reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head to expose his yummy chest. You looked from his chest back to his face: his blue eyes were afire and hungry with lust, latched onto yours with the intent to conquer you. You caught his mouth with yours as your hands roamed over every inch of his broad back, feeling his muscles ripple underneath his smooth skin.

“Darlin', I need ya. Now. I’m gonna need to get a piece of that sweet ass of yours that you’ve been teasin’ me with.” He flipped you over suddenly, his hands immediately on your cheeks, squeezing and massaging them with his strong hands. You heard the rustle of clothing as Sy rid himself of the remainder of his clothing. An electric shock ran through your veins when his large hand cracked against your ass, your pussy becoming more charged by the second.

You took the opportunity to move into an easier access position that would put you on full display for him: puppy pose.

Sounds so innocent, you smirked to yourself. On all fours, you brought your hands forward and brought your knees backward, dropping your head, heart, and belly down to the mat below, causing your hips and ass to raise up in the perfect position.

“Oh Sugar, you are the sweetest thing… now, let’s take care of ya, huh?” Slapping your ass again, you felt Sy’s cock burning hot on the lips of your center, only his head teasing you gently... in and out, in and out. Now he was driving you wild.

“Syyyyy, I need you to fuck me now, please.”

With your words, his throbbing cock split you open, the intensity nearly sending you into bliss again. Your hips lined up perfectly with his, and the thick veins that bulged on the underside of his cock stroked the front walls of your pussy deliciously. You sighed in relief as your hips took his increasing speed, flesh smacking flesh, and his hands were still on your ass, squeezing possessively. There would definitely be bruises tomorrow.

Every thrust was making you see stars, and you were just getting going. You wanted to take control back so you pulsed your core muscles a few times around him; it always drove him crazy. “Just like that… God, Sugar, you’re incredible... keep doin' that.”

You were approaching your edge again but knew that you wanted to try a few other things before you were totally spent. “Sy, stay inside me and stand up.” Working to move in sync, you pushed up into downward dog as he stood, you walked your hands back and widened your legs out into a wide-legged forward fold, wrapping your hands around the back of your ankles. You were still on full display, but this time with the better ability to push back and meet his thick hips, your body taking all of him. Sy was able to push harder and faster into you like this, guiding your hips along his veiny length. His cock was still constantly caressing your G-spot, bringing you close once again.

Sy rubbed his hands up and down your hips, and you could feel the soft hair of his meaty thighs tickling the backs of yours. It was one of your favorite parts of him. You adored his hairy body. So virile. So hot. It made you do stupid things.

“Sy, fuck you feel so good like this.” Knowing you were near your release, his hand snaked around to softly engage your clit, your wetness making his motions effortless. You focused on holding your balance as your second orgasm ripped through you, making your legs tremble incessantly.

Sy immediately grabbed your hips to steady you, not wanting you to fall. “You got one more in ya, baby? Give me one more,” he cooed at you sweetly.

“Mmm, yes. Stay standing.” You shakily made your way down to your mat and moved to lie on your back. Rocking back and forth on your spine, you brought your legs back behind your head and set your toes gently on the ground, your body still trembling from your first two orgasms.

“Fuck.” Sy breathed as he watched you curl your body up and present your pussy right to him. Plow pose was aptly named, you thought.

Giggling, you told him, “That’s the idea, babe. Now, let’s both finish this practice strong, yea?”

He was on you in a flash: Sy was standing above you, the view of his ripped back and peachy ass were your show while he crouched into a wide squat, grabbed your hips, and entered you again. Your legs were pressed together in this pose, creating even more delicious friction for you both.

Sy’s grunts and breathy 'Fuck, Sugar's were your cue to know how close he was. You brought your hands up to caress the backs of his thighs and calves, stabilizing yourself and keeping him close to you.

You’d never felt him go so deep before, and if you hadn’t had the consistent practice of taking all of him — and there was a lot of him — it could have hurt. He was stimulating every spot, working you up once more… you didn’t think you’d have it in you, but as Sy become more erratic and fucked you faster, his deep thrusts made your control slip, and you crashed into waves of ecstasy once more. As your orgasm overtook you, it was all you could do to keep your hips upright. Grounding your trembling body, Sy held you in position as he swelled and released into you with a final snap of his hips, expelling a deep guttural moan.

Both of you sucking in air, you couldn’t help but laugh at your current position as you tried to catch your breaths. Pulling out of you, Sy guided you down to the mat gently and laid down beside you on his back.

“Now, we lay here quietly in Shavasana and soak in the nutrients of our practice,” you guided him, a cheeky grin taking over your face.

“Oh, you’re soakin’ up those nutrients, all right. Careful to not spill a drop, Sugar.”

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Call me when you need.

◡̈ 뉴 // 최 찬희

⁂ smut

⁂ warnings: unprotected sex (stay safe y'all), degradation (slut), slight choking, oral (both receiving), fingering, dirty talk, teasing, kinda fake sympathy, spanking (mentioned around three times), praise, mentions of alcohol (both are sober), mentions of aftercare

Let me know if I missed any.

⁂ dom! Bartender! Chanhee x sub! Stripper! Fem. Reader

⁂ wc.: 3.2k

All eyes are on you, the red lights of the club follow your every move as you take tentative steps around the pole. The men sitting in the front row holler when you drop in a split and move forward, tits on display but not fully naked.

They almost jump out of their seats when you stand back up to circle the pole once, twice before pulling yourself up and then hanging from it with your legs. Your world is upside down for the few seconds you dangle from the pole before you sensually pull yourself back up.

Though all eyes in the club are on you, you only meet those of one person across the room. He observes your every move now that people are busy watching your performance, his eyes dark. It would make your skin crawl, but all it does is put a smirk on your face. You turn back around to hold onto the pole and spin around it before ending your show in a graceful drop.

The whole club erupts in whistles, claps, hollers and compliments when you stand back up and give them a good view of your ass before walking backstage.

The skimpy shorts you're wearing barely cover you, adorned by black fishnet tights and the mini top they told you to put on.

One of your colleagues wolf whistles after you when you pass her and you show her a grin before it's her turn on stage.

You put on a black silk robe to cover up a little before you make your way to the bar, your black platform boots clacking against the floor.

The bar is still empty when you slide onto the stool right next to the corridor. "What can I serve you?" The handsome man behind the counter asks you, flicking the little towel in his hand to land on his shoulder. "Perhaps a cold sprite?"

You scoff upon seeing a smirk part his lips. "Very funny, Choi"

"Why don't you laugh then, bunny?" His voice is teasingly low, before he moves to prepare you a fix of your usual drink.

With attentive eyes, you observe his every move, the way his hands effortlessly make quick work of the bottle and pour the liquid into the glass, the way he bites his tongue in concentration.

He slides the glass across the counter easily and it lands perfectly in front of you. "Show off" You mumble before picking it up and taking a swig.

"Somehow today seems a bit boring in comparison to usual, don't you think?" He strikes up a conversation easily, one elbow propped up on the counter with his other arm supporting himself. "Maybe it's because the star performer already finished"

You can't help the sense of pride from pulling your lips into a satisfied smile. "Just admit that I'm your favorite already"

He snickers and just quietly observes you, waiting for you to finish your drink. "And what would you gain from that?"

"Me? Gain something?" You raise your brows in amusement. "Oh no honey, it would be you"

Something flashes in his eyes, a spark of curiosity. "Are you gonna dance for me bun?"

The sound of the glass hitting the counter rips him out of his mind, his eyes roam your face for any clue on what you got planned this time. "When do I pick you up?"

"At nine, I'll meet you in the parking lot" You reply and slide off the stool, smack a Bank note on the counter and make your way back into the backstage room for the performers.

One hour to go.

—

Your colleagues proved to be a great pastime while you talked to them about the performances and the money you made tonight.

"Bunny, how's things going with the hot bartender?" One of them asks, curious about it.

"Right! You two seemed pretty close"

You snicker and twirl a strand of your hair around your finger. "I'm getting wrecked tonight"

They all exchange excited glances and whistle. "Get that dick, girl!"

After that you glance at the clock and realize it's time to go. "I'll see you guys on Saturday, get home safe!"

They bid their goodbyes and wave as you grab your bag and leave in the same outfit you came in, though now covered by a long black coat.

You spot the man leaning against his car with his hands buried in his pockets, eyes meeting yours. "Took you long enough"

"Shut it, Choi" You bite back playfully and make your way to where he stands, the sound of your boots echoing around the space of the parking lot. "It'll all be worth the wait"

His resolve crumbles and a scoff escapes his lips. "Your shows are always worth it. Your place or mine?"

You purse your lips for a second as you think about it. "Mine"

The man nods and opens the passenger seat door for you. "As you wish" He says before closing the door and then rounds the car to get behind the wheel.

You fasten your seatbelt and enjoy the quiet music that plays from his radio after he starts up the engine.

He puts the car in reverse, turns his head and grips the passenger seat headrest for support as he exits the spot his car stood in.

The hard pounding of your heart doesn't go unnoticed by you when you see his arm veins.

—

The ride home was quiet aside from the tune playing through the speakers. He parks his car in front of your house and shuts it off before turning to look at you. "So tell me… what did you plan?"

You snicker and shrug, opening the door and stepping out of his vehicle. Chanhee repeats your actions and locks the car before following you up the steps as you unlock the door.

"You know where the playroom is, wait there for me" You tell him while he takes off his shoes.

He raises a brow but obliges, disappearing up the stairs quietly, without objection.

You then quickly take off your coat and boots, immediately feeling a lot smaller. You take a few minutes in the bathroom to freshen up before making your way up into your so-called "playroom" where Chanhee is patiently waiting.

He's sitting in the chair which points towards the pole you have in that room. "There you are" He comments and smirks. "Show me what you got up your sleeve baby"

You turn on the music and get to work, but not how he expected it. Usually you would show him one of your pole dances, but now you're closer to giving him a lap dance.

His eyes reflect his confusion as they blink up at you.

"What are you looking at? Don't you like this?" You tease him before turning around displaying your ass for him.

Chanhee sucks in a breath through his teeth, fingers digging into the chair. "Can I touch you?"

You circle the chair with slow, calculated steps, drag a finger across his back and watch him shiver. "No"

He groans, disappointed, but listens. "You're so mean"

"You'll get to touch me real soon" You mumble in his ear and take a seat on his lap, grinding your hips barely against his. "Don't you like this?" You repeat your question.

"I'd prefer it if you were on your knees for me baby" He hisses, resolve crumbling as his hands pull you down fully. "Can you do that for me?"

You show him a smug smirk and pull your bottom lip between your teeth. "You're so impatient, Choi, why don't we take it nice and slow?"

"I'll give you nice and slow, baby" Chanhee replies dangerously calm, one of his hands pulling you close by your neck and the other one landing a stinging slap against your ass.

He devours your pained whimper with his mouth, eagerly moving against yours.

Chanhee parts your lips with his easily, his tongue entering between your lips for a brief second before pulling it back and chuckling lowly when you whine.

"You wanted it, so take it" He almost growls before detaching from your mouth and placing kisses down your jawline and neck, looking for your sweet spot.

Your hands move into his blue hair and tug when he finds it, smirking against your skin before biting down and sucking his mark into the sensitive part.

"Fuck Chanhee" You grit out through clenched teeth, his action growing slightly painful but nonetheless riling you up.

The man pulls off with a pop and admires his artwork before turning your face to look into his eyes. "So now you're finally acknowledging my first name?"

All you manage to do is a pitiful nod.

He clicks his tongue and swiftly stands up, his hands holding onto you by your thighs. Instinctively you wrap your legs around his middle and tighten your grip around his neck.

Chanhee steps around the chair and sits down on the bed, his grip on you letting up. "How about you show me how sorry you are, hm? Wrap your cute lips around my cock and let me use you?"

A strangled moan escapes you upon hearing his filthy words, your head hitting his shoulder. "O- Okay"

One of his hands bury themselves in your hair and pull your head up, pulling a gasp out of you. "Then get on your knees, baby. Don't keep me waiting"

You nod against his vice-like grip and he lets go so you can move off his lap and onto your knees in front of the bed. The soft carpet soothes your skin a little as you get as comfy as it gets.

"What are you waiting for? Get working" Chanhee orders with dark eyes.

Without wasting another second, you scramble to open the button of his jeans and pull down the zipper, exposing his black briefs.

His dick strains against the fabric and you quickly pull his jeans off his legs before doing the same to his underwear. Chanhee moves to sit on the edge of the bed and pushes your face against his thigh, right next to his leaking cock. "Show me what that mouth can do baby"

You rub your thighs together for some friction, briefly, before sticking out your tongue to lick a stripe up his length.

A groan tears through his throat, his hands moving your hair out of the way and holding onto it. "Don't tease me or you'll regret it later"

That was all it took for you to open your mouth and take him in, inch by inch, jaw relaxing and being cautious with your teeth.

"Fuck" Chanhee hisses, eyes rolling back when you take him in wholly. "I didn't know you had no gag reflex"

You take pride in this and start moving your head back slowly and then down again, repeating this a few times before your jaw starts to hurt.

You pull off for a second to catch your breath, your right hand replacing your mouth as you start to jerk him off before you engulf the tip between your lips once more.

"Oh God, fuck" He moans and tightens his grasp on your hair before pulling you off after a few minutes. "Stop, I don't want to cum yet"

You watch breathlessly as he pulls off his shirt and throws it across the room before bending down and pulling off your top too.

"Strip for me baby" He orders again and sits back to observe the way you wiggle out of your skimpy shorts and pull down the fishnet tights, along with your panties before also throwing them away, now completely bare in front of him.

You don't feel self conscious around him despite the fact that this is the first time he's seeing you naked.

"You're so beautiful baby, come lay down for me" Chanhee says and pulls you close by your wrist.

You oblige, laying down on the bed and watch him crawl towards you to place a searing kiss to your lips. "Now behave and keep your legs open for me"

A shiver runs down your spine when he attaches his lips to your collarbone and then between your breasts. His eyes meet yours for a second before he moves and closes his mouth around your nipple, sucking and flicking on it with his tongue. One of his hands moves to pinch the other one and you bury your fingers in his hair with a breathless whimper.

Chanhee repeats the action on the other side before sliding down and sucking a mark right beneath your tits.

You can't even form words, too lost in the pleasure he's providing you as he moves even further down, face level with your soaked pussy.

"Look at you, so wet for me and I didn't even do much" He exhales against your inner thigh and sucks another mark there before continuing, "So eager to have your cute little cunt stuffed with my cock, aren't you?"

You nod desperately, but Chanhee isn't pleased and plants a smack against your cunt.

"I want to hear you say it" He orders, running his lithe fingers up and down your slit before dipping the tip of his middle finger in briefly.

You whimper and twitch because of his doing, "w- want your cock to f- fill me up!"

Chanhee smirks, pleased with your answer and plunges his index and middle finger into your soaking pussy. "Shit baby, you're ruining the bedsheets"

"I don't care about the- ahh bedsheets!" You reply and dig your fingers into the pillow by your head.

The music still playing in the background doesn't do much to tune out the squelching sounds of your wet cunt.

Chanhee slowly adds a third finger and groans at the way your face contorts in pleasure. "Fuck baby you look so hot like this" he hisses and then moves his mouth to your pussy, tongue teasing your clit and making you jump at the feeling.

His free hand moves to hold you down by the stomach as he continues to assault your core, mouth enclosing the bundle of nerves as he sucks on it slightly and flicks his tongue against it again and again.

"C- Chanhee-"

"I know baby" He hums against your pussy, "let go for me"

Within a second you're cumming all over his fingers, walls clenching around his long digits and legs twitching, wanting to snap them shut, but you power through it.

The blissful pain of overstimulation kicks in when he doesn't stop and you quickly move to push at his head.

He chuckles and pulls away. "Okay, okay, calm down baby"

You wince when he pulls out his fingers and moves back up.

"Open" He orders and you oblige, opening your mouth for him to push his fingers into.

You can taste yourself and groan, tongue swirling around his digits to clean them. It was impressive how fast he made you cum, usually it takes a lot more than that.

The eye contact that you initiate has Chanhee bite his lips and pull his fingers out of your mouth.

"Shit baby you're so messy" He groans and looks at the mess of your arousal on the bedsheets. "But that's okay, this was just the beginning"

You shudder when he moves back to kneel over you between your legs, his cock in hand.

"Come on, tell me how much you want it," Chanhee smirks. "Or you won't get anything at all"

"N- No, please!" You immediately whine and move to prop yourself up on your elbows, but he pushes you back down by the throat.

"Please what? C'mon bun, I know you can do better than that" He says and licks his lips.

"P- Please fuck me Chanhee!" You reply, voice high pitched and breathless. "Fill me up with your big dick!"

He removes his hand from your throat and instead moves it to hold on to your waist. "Hmm.. are you gonna take what I give you like a good girl? Let me fill up your cute little pussy with my cum?"

A shameless moan escapes you, his filthy words going straight to your core. "Y- Yes! Oh my God please-"

Chanhee cuts you off, rubbing his dick teasingly over your clit and then down to your entrance, dipping the head of his dick in briefly before pulling it out again. "You're so eager baby"

You grasp his arm and look at him with pleading eyes and he finally gives him.

Agonizingly slow, he pushes himself into you, inch by inch. He fills you up deliciously to the brim, the head of his cock prodding at your g-spot and making your eyes roll back in ecstasy.

"Fuck you feel so good" He grunts and lets himself lean over you, supporting himself with his arms beside your head. "Why didn't you try to get into my pants earlier, baby?"

You whimper and twitch when he moves his hips, grinding against yours in a teasing manner. "B- Because- oh fuck!"

He unexpectedly cuts you off after delivering a sharp thrust and makes you lose your train of thought, words a jumbled mess upon hitting your g-spot head on.

"Aw baby, were you shy? How cute" He teases, fake sympathy seeping into his tone, "too bad you're just a little slut… my little slut"

A tear rolls down your cheek at all the stimuli you receive and he doesn't hesitate to lick it off, pressing a light peck to the apple of your cheek. "Does it feel so good you're crying? You're so adorable"

His words reach your ears, but you can't process them, too lost in the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls and filling you up so well. All you manage to do is a shaky nod, your fingers digging into his broad back and leaving marks in their wake. Chanhee hisses at the sensation, but his hips stutter, giving his liking for pain away.

His hips meet yours with loud smacking sounds and you have a hard time keeping your legs around him, grip faltering. "C- Chanhee!" You whimper and clench your eyes shut.

He gets the clue, also feeling the way your pussy clenches around him. His hand moves between your bodies and proceeds to rub fast and tight circles over your clit. "Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock"

Your whole body twitches and after another thrust and another move of his fingers, the coil snaps and you release all over his dick with a lewd moan.

Chanhee's thrusts falter when he feels your walls clamp down on him and he hisses, gripping your hips and harshly pounding into you to reach his high. "I'm almost there baby" He grunts, observing the way you don't know where to grab, head turning left and right against the pillow.

After a few more harsh thrusts, his hips stutter once more and you feel him release inside of you.

"C- Chanhee I can't- Too much!" You cry out and he quickly shushes you, coming up to pull you into a kiss.

"Okay baby, okay" He mumbles and proceeds to slowly pull out. The look of discomfort on your face doesn't escape his attentive eyes.

He flops down next to you and gathers you in his arms, stroking your head lovingly. "You did so well for me"

You relax into his embrace, basking in his warmth and comfort. "Thank you Chanhee…" you mumble into his chest, eyes falling shut as the exhaustion kicks in.

He continues to hold you for a little longer before waking you up again. "Come on love, let me take care of you"

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