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hellsslibrary · 8 days

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Hello! There's just not so many sub! Kaiser fics and I'm d y i n g to read those 😔😔

Can I request for a sub! Kaiser x male reader where Kaiser has a praise kink but doesn't ever want to admit it 👀

#a.n. :This is so same! Kaiser is such a babygirl, I want to kiss him, eat him, hug him, and then rock him in my arms and let him relax... But no, this bitch is always top, lol. Even funny.

"I don't like your damn praise! Just fuck me alre—...What?"

!!Warnings: Bottom!Sub!Michael, Dom!Top!Reader, sex on an indoor football field (it's empty, it just seemed interesting to me, imagine the echo there...), praise kink obviously, Michael tries to be dominant, but he's too much of a pillow princess (he came out so gentle... In his own way), in fact everything is quite vanilla, but he kicks you when he's unhappy, also very romantic in general. × And the reader is somehow connected with football company. You can be a manager, a football player, or even a cleaner there, honestly.

The football field in the building was closed at night, knowing full well how persistent football players in the leagues can be. Darkness, silence, idyll... Except for the flashlight from the phone somewhere in the middle of the field and quiet groans echoing from the walls.

"Why did you decide to have sex here? Plus, at this time?" You ask, looking over at Michael, who was clutching at the trimmed grass in the lawn as you thrust into him at a careful, almost tremulous pace.

“I think you said yourself that you wanted to experiment... So we’re starting with something easy,” Blonde whispers, wincing from the unpleasant feeling of artificial grass in his hands, so he just hugs your neck lazily.

“Well, yes, but... You obviously have some other reasons. But I won’t push if you don’t want to talk,” Michael just sighs at your words, but it immediately turns into a soft moan when your lips touch his neck.

“I just love the atmosphere in here, as weird as it sounds, so shut up and fuck me,” A disgruntled mutter escapes his lips, only to be cut short when he tilts his head back, giving you better access to his neck.

You look over his face, surprisingly too peaceful for him. Maybe this place really brought inner comfort to his soul, erasing all the doubts and burdens that he kept inside and sometimes shared with you. Maybe it was. But your heart broke at the sight of him for some reason, you understood his feelings more than anyone... Because you were probably the only one he was able to open up to so much.

“Micha? You’re a good boy,” echoes from your lips almost casually, but with a sickly sweet note that you want to listen to forever and drown in these sweet speeches.

"What was it?"

You find yourself torn from examining his face by his question. And really, why did you say that? He didn't do anything special during your entire session, which lasted about half an hour. And you too... But one look at him is enough for you to understand why.

Your attentive gaze glides over his perfect facial features, long eyelashes giving his eyes an unusual softness and warmth. Instantly you feel the desire to say that he is beautiful, extraordinarily beautiful. Faithful hands, strength and tenderness in every touch, sincerity and warmth in every word, just for you. The desire to praise, to say how much love and kindness he has, how he is able to bring a smile even in the most cloudy weather.

His soul shines brighter than the stars in the sky, his smile can melt the heart of icy granite. The desire to praise, express gratitude for all the beauty and kindness that he brings into this world. He is not just a person, he is magic, miracle, a spark that pushes you to move even in your most difficult moments.

The words seem unfair, but the heart is filled with feelings that are impossible to carry on the wind. Praise, approval, love — all these are small before the greatness of his soul and his existence. You really want to tell him about this so that he understands how amazing and significant he is to you. Just as the sun rises every morning, he awakens in you a feeling of awe and admiration that seems endless and will remain so.

“Because I love you,” You say without thinking, and immediately catch a light, rare blush on his cheeks.

His hand immediately drops down from your shoulder to cover the pink dust on his cheeks, but you intercept his hand, kissing his fingers tenderly, intertwining your fingers together.

"You idiot... Why so suddenly?" He asks, even if he doesn't wait for an answer, lightly kicking you in the side, groaning when you lean over him a little closer, hitting his sweet spot at a pleasant angle.

You find yourself thinking that you would worship him if he were God. It’s not that you didn’t already worship him... But he was definitely the person for whom even an atheist would reconsider their views on the world.

"Why suddenly? I'm always ready to praise you. You are tenacious, driven, incredibly smart, caring for those you care about in your own way... You are simply magnificent."

"Shut up, please shut up. I don't need your praise, just fuck me and..." He trails off, kicking you in the side again as he realizes something, "You didn't say that I'm handsome."

“Your beauty is a fact. But your appearance is far from the main thing that you have, even if you think differently... But if I started to list what I like about you externally, then we would move on to dithyrambs and ballads, and not to the climax."

Michael chuckles, finally distracted from contemplating you in response, realizing that he really feels a knot growing in his stomach. In general, he would never admit that he would be glad to listen to these dithyrambs and ballads and much more if it came from you. He's always taken praise for granted because, yes, he's Michael Kaiser, but now? He's just a puddle in your hands that's trying to look like ice.

“I’m not clenching around your cock right now because...” He cuts himself off, groaning as your mouth sucks on his neck in the area of his tattoo, “It’s not because I liked the praise, is that clear to both of us?”

“Of course, my King, as you say,” You say, biting the skin of his neck, causing him to whimper quietly as one of your hands slides to his cock, stroking it in time with your thrusts.

Your pace gradually picks up as you get closer too. And the sight of Michael, who clearly enjoyed your previous praise, did not at all ease your hard-on, nor did the warm walls around him.

"Call me!" He suddenly shouts, kicking you in the side once again, although you have no idea what he means at first, pulling away from his neck.

"Good boy?" You ask cautiously and to your surprise and pleasure, his cock twitches in your palm, and after a few thrusts he actually comes, squeezing you tighter than usual, which is why you can’t help but cum, thrusting into him a couple of times in post-orgasmic bliss, and then laying down on his chest.

The quiet rhythm of his heartbeat calmed you as he lightly ran his hand through your hair. You were both regaining your more than ragged breaths before the comfortable silence was interrupted by a question that made you chuckle hoarsely.

“Why did you ask this and not state it as a fact?”

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starxxkitty · 4 months

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Vulnerable

Sub!Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader⭑*•⊱•̩̩͙⊰•*⭑

☆ Word Count: 750

☆ Warnings: Pure smut, p in v, cursing, begging, No use of y/n

☆ A/N: Hey guys!! I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in a while, I was caught up in a shit ton of work and I was procrastinating so hard😭😭For those who requested, I promise I'm not ignoring you!! I'm working on a few fics, but for now, I decided to write a little something while I continue finishing up the other things:3

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Mike hated vulnerability. He was always so closed off, the idea of being so exposed made him sick.

Or at least that’s what he would say if he wasn’t a whining mess underneath you. Slick cunt sucking him in, your body flushed against his.

He was unable to think straight, no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure and attempted to recall his dislike for being so open, he couldn’t. Not when you were so close, infiltrating his senses, face going soft as you moved up and down.

“Please—f-fuck..” God he could hardly speak, breathy moans doing nothing to wash away the stirring desire between the both of you. His weak attempts to form any coherent sentence failed miserably, nothing falling from his mouth but those whiny groans as he tipped his head back in ecstasy.

You admired how pretty he looked, eyes screwed shut as he gripped the sheets under him in desperation. “Mike..Touch me.” His name rolled off your tongue so sweetly, those simple words lulling him further into his dizzy haze.

Jaw slack, he couldn’t stop the soft whimpers spewing from him, hesitantly grasping at your waist. It was almost impossible to ignore the way he held you as you fought back a moan. He stretched you out in a way nobody else could, reaching spots that you fantasized about late at night with your hands between your thighs. Taking in the sight, your ego was through the roof as you fucked him dumb.

He was long gone, desperate pleas mixed with his faltering thrusts, it was clear that he was drunk off your body and loving every moment of it. The sound of you squeezing around his cock only added to those filthy sounds spewing from him, mouth parted at that blissed-out feeling.

Gasping as your fingers tugged at his hair, he could only focus on the way he felt inside of you. “C’mon sweet boy, look at me.” You whispered, “Gotta stay quiet, yeah?” Trying to respond, his mind went fuzzy with your pretty lips just above his. “I—“ Voice breaking into a whine as your hips rolled against him so perfectly, “I’m trying.” Biting down on his lip, the attempts to be silent were useless, doing nothing to muffle those pathetic sounds.

Leaning back, your fingers dipped between your legs; pressing against your sensitive clit. The sight made his head go numb, hands dropping to your hips, too weak to do anything but admire you. It was clear that he couldn’t stay quiet, not when you slowed down like that, putting yourself on display as he watched himself disappear into your cunt.

“Fuckk..“ He moaned, burying his face into your neck, in an attempt to hide his humiliation. “Please..” Pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin, his whines muffled as he went dizzy from the sweet taste of you. “Please baby, please,” He couldn’t do anything but grip your plush skin in desperation, “God I’m so close…keep going. I need you, please I—fuck I need you so badly.” Fingers digging into your body, he was too lost in pleasure to care about the sounds spilling from him. That familiar knot building up from his mindless mumbling.

“You wanna cum for me?” Your voice was tantalizing, a weak nod being the only thing he could muster, groaning at the feeling of you pulling at his hair again, “Then let me see you.” Nervously, his eyes met yours, completely blissed out as he held himself back from spilling over the edge. Your hands trailed down to cup his face, speeding up as his hips stuttered. “I’m—“ Head falling back against pillows behind him, his words faltered, the prettiest sounds spewing from his lips. Quickly covering his mouth, that pussy drunk expression had your head spinning.

“God you’re so fucking loud,” You breathed out, gripping his slack jaw. He couldn’t even respond, desperately looking up at you with those glossed-over eyes. “You feel so good.” He whined, lips chasing yours before catching them in a needy kiss, mind dumb from pleasure.

You slid your fingers down his chest with a sigh, “Who knew you were so noisy.” The teasing edge laced through your words had him looking away, lost in the intoxicating proximity of your body against his.

If being vulnerable meant getting to fuck you like this, then maybe it wasn’t so bad.

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coryosbaby · 4 months

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18+, MDNI !! Oliver Quick x reader x Michael Gavey

♡ Bimbo! Reader letting Oliver and Michael take turns on her

♡ Like ughh. It starts out at a party where the both of them are sulking in a corner. Two losers with no friends and slightly obsessive personalities trying to socialize? No way, no way

♡ Until you come along, all pretty and pink, tits out and underwear peeking out of your skirt. And they’re both drooling as they see you, embarrassed to look at each other because of the obvious hard ons they have

♡ And you’re a little airheaded, but you aren’t dumb, per se— you got into Oxford, for christs sake! — so you notice their wavering glances

♡ Introducing yourself to them, asking if you can sit down. The both of them parting like the red fucking sea to let you take a seat between them on some random frat boy’s stained couch. Your bubbly personality enticing the both of them as you tell them your name and about how you had seen them both around

♡ Going on a rant about how you and them are similar — you have companions, but they aren’t close ones, and you came to this party alone. Besides a few frat boys (with ill intentions), no one really wants to be your friend. Call it stuck up rich kid attitude, or whatever

♡ And they nod along, palming their bulges in their jeans like fucking pervs. Nasty, icky boys

♡ You don’t notice until a few minutes in, and looking down at each side of your thighs and into their laps, you let out a sweet little giggle

♡ Teasing the fuck out of them, all while they’re completely flustered as hell and stuttering out apologies. But you just shrug them off, tell them it’s okay

♡“If you want.. I can help? I’m good with my mouth and… other stuff. At least, that’s what my ex boyfriends said! We can go in a room upstairs, ‘m sure the guy who owns this house won’t mind.”

♡(It’s Felix’s house. He does mind, thank you very much, and is sickened by the sight he sees in his bedroom the next morning)

♡ Oliver and Michael are at loss for words at such a simple offer. Awkwardly nodding their heads, they refuse to aknowledge the other’s existence as you grab their hands and lead them upstairs

♡ When you get into one of the rooms, you shut and lock the door. Your lips find Oliver’s first, because he’s the closest. He kisses you rough, desperate. Not a virgin, but not completely experienced either. Probably a drunken fumble with a girl in high school, nothing more

♡ When you kiss Michael, he’s so soft. Like, insanely soft. Lips and touch alike. His hand finds your cheek and he holds your head in his hands when he does it. It’s sweet. Definitely a virgin

♡ You push them both onto the bed, and your fingers nimbly play with the zipper on your pink top. They both watch in wonder as you pull it down, sliding the shirt off your shoulders. No bra .

♡ Both literally gaping, mouths wide open, as they stare at your tits

♡“They’re nice, right? I think they’re my favorite part about me, honestly.”

♡ And then comes your skirt. Short, so they know the color of your underwear already (bubblegum pink)

♡ They both gape as you slide it down, revealing yourself to them so effortlessly. You tilt your head as you ask them to take their clothes off, too

♡ It’s instant. Buttons are undone as quick as lightening, shirts fly to the floor. Underwear is pushed past their ankles. They don’t even care at this point what the other is doing. The only thing in their focus is you

♡ Sliding your panties down, you step out of them and make your way over to the bed. You get on your hands and knees in front of them, pussy exposed and wet, looking back with a smile

♡ “Which one wants to go first?”

♡ Oliver is the braver one, since he has more experience

♡ His cock brushes up against your entrance, clumsily slipping against you. Michael watches, stroking himself with a shaky breath

♡ Oliver sheathes himself in you in one go, whining at your heat, his hands dig into your hips as he begins to thrust into you

♡ He’s not gentle, really. Not even close. He pounds into you, desperate and only thinking of his own aching dick as he splits you open. Mouth agape, sounds tumble out of your glossed lips as he pounds you into mattress

♡“Mmm, give it to me, give it t’me, just like that.”

♡ You’re moaning like a pornstar, feeling every drag and every ridge of him. His fingertips leave crescent moons in your hips, painting your skin with pretty indents of his infatuation

♡ Michael moves to your side and presses a warm kiss to your mouth. His cock sits big and heavy against his stomach, and you try to reach out and touch it but he slaps your hand away

♡ Is he getting a bit cocky? Maybe. He must be doing something right if he’s getting to screw a girl like you

♡ That’s probably why his big hand curls into your hair and he yanks your head back so he can slip his tongue into the warm confines of your mouth. Spit slick lips collide against sticky red ones, making a smear of divine crimson. Oliver, groaning and pent up, is close. So incredibly, undoubtedly close

♡ With a tiny cry, you try to guide him towards his release

♡“It’s good, yeah? My pussy’s so warm ‘n tight for you, Ollie. Cmon, want you to fill me up, want it so bad..”

♡ He can’t say no to that, spilling inside you with a deep stutter of his hips

♡ Michael watches in excitement.

♡ Absolutely fucking insane for that pussy, I’m telling you !!

♡ Practically throws Oliver out of the way to get at you. Watching the way your little hole gushes creamy white cum, he can’t help but push into it

♡ It’s warm, sticky, wet. It’s the best thing he’s ever felt

♡ Whimpers as he presses all the way in. He’s a little bit bigger than Oliver, and your cunt burns from the stretch

♡ But it’s nothing you can’t handle. Your ten inch dildos can vouch for that

♡ Oh, Michael is needy

♡ Needy, needy, needy

♡ The way he fucks— rutting into you like an animal, while also cooing to you as Oliver presses his thumb against your tongue— makes your vision practically white out

♡ Oliver isn’t a completely selfish boy, of course, and his fingers reach down and rub your clit

♡ It surprises you. Usually they pump and dump. You guess he’s just different because he’s a loser

♡ Michael spears his dick against that spongey spot inside you, and you mewl, fucking back onto him with an avaricious intensity

♡ He doesn’t last as long as Oliver, but that’s okay

♡ He’s a virgin, after all. You wouldn’t expect him to

♡ And ughhh when fills you up :(

♡ It’s so precious, the way he whimpers as he releases inside

♡ Oliver just watches, a smirk on his face

♡ The sick fucking freak is already hard again

♡ Ready to go another round

♡ The minute Michael pulls out, Oliver is behind you and you’re being used again

♡ It’s okay, though. You have all night for the two of them to abuse your little cunt <3 they’re pretty boys, after all. And pretty boys deserve to indulge in sweet, creamy pussy

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pastelclovds · 5 months

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can u do ABO au with slashers going through their heat and asking the reader coughbeggingcough for help?

cw: this was longer than expected, dom!top!gn!alpha!reader, sub!bottom!omega!michael myers, knotting, heats, praise kink, condom use, michael is implied to be a virgin, male omegas have pussies and dicks, all alphas have dicks. word count: 1.3 k

michael had experienced many things in his life, but one thing he never experienced, were his heats. because he was in the mental institution, michael was given suppressants by the doctors all his life up until he escaped and started his rampage.

but five days after his escape, he began feeling hot and sweaty, his vision was blurry, and his pussy was leaking slick like crazy. michael didn’t know what was happening to him, and for the first time in his life, he was confused and scared. it soon got worse to the point where michael couldn’t even walk and hid himself in an alley. that’s when he meet you. you were an alpha that was throwing out the trash behind your house, when you caught the scent of an omega in heat.

you were obviously worried for the poor soul, so you followed the scent, and there you found the infamous bogeyman. michael gripped onto his knife with a shaky hold and tried to attack you, but his movements were slow and you quickly slapped the knife out of his hands. michael let out a threatening growl and pounced on top of you, the air was pushed out of your lungs as michael’s hands were put beside your head and made you stay down. “h-hey, i just want to help you. an omega shouldn’t be out in public during their heat, you’re in pain, aren’t you?” you asked, trying to keep a calm voice and pumping out comforting pheromones.

michael let out deep pants of air, you could tell he was holding onto his last bit of strength by the way his body was shaking. michael unexpectedly whines when he unknowingly rubs his clothed hard-on against your thigh. you gently put your hand on his plastic cheek, you ask, “has this ever happened to you?” michael shakes his head no, you know enough about this guy to know that he was dangerous, but you couldn’t just leave him here to suffer through his first heat.

“let me help you, please,” you pleaded, michael thought long and hard, and eventually agreed. you led him inside your house, up to your bedroom, and quickly got to business. before you could even remove your boxers, michael pushed you onto your bed, dry humping you like a feral beast. you pulled michael in for a kiss against his covered lips as you zipped him out of his jumpsuit so that he was just in his underwear. as michael fought with your mouth for dominance, you flip the both of you over so that michael’s back was on the mattress.

you reach for your nightstand and take out lube and a condom pack from the drawer. michael’s breath hitches as he watches you pull your cock out and slide the condom on. you smile down at the bogeyman and went to kiss so dangerously close to his abdomen up to his large chest. “you have such a beautiful body, michael. your abs, arms, and thighs are strong,” you pull michael’s underwear down, and place your hands between his thick thighs to pull them apart and reveal his wet entrance. “oh what i would give to have my head between these things, and have you ride my face. perhaps we could do it next time, if you want to,” michael’s dick twitched in interest as more slick spilled from his cunt. he liked praise, noted.

you didn’t want to tease him too much because once again, he was in heat, and you were slightly scared of what he would do if you kept him waiting any longer. you wanted to make his first heat as pleasurable as possible.

you slipped in a finger, his walls took you in with ease. michael moaned when you began to work your finger inside him, he’d never had something that big inside him before. you were putting his comfort above your own pleasure, precum gathered at the tip of michael’s cock. he let out another loud whine when you put another finger inside him, he moved to cover his mouth. there was so much slick that you didn’t think he even needed lube, michael thrusted against your fingers, desperately looking for the relief he needed. deciding he was loose enough, you pulled your fingers out of his pussy (he glared at you through his mask for doing so), grabbed the lube, and poured it over your slick covered hand to bathe your cock in.

you held out your hand for michael, “let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay?” michael was taken aback by your gentleness, but nodded and took your hand in his. you wrapped his legs around your waist, lined your cock up to his dripping pussy, and slowly pushed inside, thankfully he was wet and loose enough so you bottom out with ease. michael squeezed your hand as he breathed heavily, his walls were so warm, you resisted the urge to just plow him then and there.

it wasn’t until he was grinding his hips that he silently told you to fuck him. you set a deep but slow pace, michael let out guttural groans when the fat heat of your cock hit his sweet spot. slaps of skin against skin filled your ears, along with you and michael’s mixed moans made your hips speed up. michael gasped when you grabbed his legs and pushed them against his chest, the new angle made you thrust deeper into him. “you feel- oh, so good for me, mikey. gonna make me cum soon,” michael moans breathlessly in your ear as his hands grip desperately on your back.

the bed slammed against your wall in sync with your pace, the smell of heat and sex filled the room, and if there was anyone in your house, they would be able to hear you two fucking like animals. michael could feel his walls tighten around you before slick and cum dirty your thighs and chest. he holds you as tight as he can, overstimulation overcoming him as you relentlessly use him to chase your end. your knot starts to expand, making it harder to thrust until you finally bottom out and fill the condom with hot cum.

michael and yourself were cover in a thin layer of sweat as you both let your orgasms wash over you. it took awhile until your knot lessened enough to pull out, “you were so good for me michael, relax while i get us some water and napkins,” michael watched as you threw away the used condom and left the room, he felt so much better than earlier, albeit sweaty, but still good. you came back with two glasses of water and a tissue box and sat beside michael. you made a move to take off his mask, but he took your wrist in a death grin and let out a warning grown.

“sorry baby, but you need to drink something,” michael was silent, you sighed and put the glass on top of the nightstand beside the bed. “after i’m done cleaning you up, i’m going to sleep, you can drink then. i don’t want you having a sore throat.” you rip a few tissue out of the box and begins cleaning michael and yourself. michael was watching you like a hawk the entire time, your face, your neck that didn’t have a mating mark (yet), and your cock. once you’re done, you wrap your bedsheets around michael and yourself. you smile at michael before kissing his masked cheek and resting your head on a pillow facing him, “goodnight, michael.” he watches as you drift off to sleep and you begin drooling on the pillow case. you looked so peaceful when you sleep.

the morning came, and michael was was not beside you. you were fully expecting him to kill you in your sleep, but thankfully he didn’t. you thought that would be the last and only time you’ll ever see the bogeyman. oh how wrong you were. you weren’t upset though, in fact, you were gleeful.

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 5 days

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If you’re willing could you maybe write a little thing (idk the word for it sorry 😭) about replaced God MC getting annoyed with Gabriel and choosing to get energy from Michellel instead??

Yes! I love this, I was thinking of cucking em with lower demons but it would get their heads turning if you chose one of them!

(I really hope you like it I feel like I messed it up!)

Wrong Move (Gabriel)

Cw: technically c*cking?, pining, one sided relationship, angel energy exchange, slight edge play,

Gabriel knew you wouldn’t forgive him easily for…branding you…killing your best friend and charging a war against Hell, then kidnapping you…

Gabriel sighs as he watches you tremble as Michael Carrie’s you to your room for some…angel energy….he wished you’d give him a chance! He’s gotta be better! No angel has done…such activities until you came around so they all have the same experience level…

It hurt since it wasn’t just once…this is the with time…it irked him to know you chose the cry baby to him…he could hear his whimpers and moans…it made his heart ache…

He thought about the brand marking he left on you, it hurt to know…he scared your perfect vessel. But…you gave him no chance to make it up, he could heal it! But…you ordered him to deal with and live with the scars there…

He whimpers as he hears Michael moaning loudly, enjoying himself with you…Gabriel had gotten so upset he even tried peeking in in you two a few times.

Each time Michael just…was so obedient, only doing as you say…even letting you edge him.

“A-aah! M-my Lord…I’m close! Please have mercy!”

Gabriel paused, he’s never heard Michael sound like that, he’s never seen him look like that…

Gabriel’s own body heated up at the thought often of you doing this to him…he can feel his cock throbbing in its cage and as he glances towards the other angels groin, he notices…the lack of a chastity cage….

His eyes widen realizing you took off Michael’s cage.

He sobs in frustration quietly, leaving, trembling in a mix of embarrassment and frustration. He needs to make this up to you…

The next day you wake up to Gabriel having made you breakfast. He has your clothes laid out and is smiling to you. “My Lord, I’m sorry…I’ve been very…dare I say inappropriate.”

Gabriel sighs and looks away trying to think of what to say.

“Have I said before? That I love you, I deeply value you and will do all I can to protect my Lord…” Gabriel leans forwards and rest his forehead on yours. “Please, please Master…let me heal the wound I have you, I’m sorry…I regret it.”

You barely seem bothered, making him feel wounded, his smile falters but he gets his hopes up when you brush his hair to the side so you can look in his eyes.

“Gabriel. I knew you were watching.”

Gabriel freezes and lowers his gaze. “I-I’m sorr-“

You interrupt him. “Don’t be a brat, I’m not going to chose you next time because your pride wants it…”

You grab his halo and yank it so he flops on the bed, landing beside you. Gabriel looks to you in surprise but since you don’t key go of his halo he decides to behave and stay down. He looks up to you nervously.

“Maybe next time I’ll let you sit in the room, gagged and tied up so you can sit back and enjoy the sight without bothering us.” You coldly tease, leaning over you pluck a feather from Gabriel’s wings. “Get Michael. I need some more energy.”

Gabriel whimpered as you let go of his halo.

“M-Master please give me a chance! I will prove myself to you! I’ll do anything you want! My entire being is just for your pleasure!” He pleaded…you hated his desperate tantrums whenever you decline him something like this. “Once chance is all I’m asking for please…”

As you sit up on the bed he gets on the ground on your side of the bed and gets on his knees and bow, his head on the ground as he bows to you. You know it’s a sign of respect but you grin and place a foot on his head, pushing his face against the ground.

“What a whiny bitch you are…now get Michael and I’ll let you watch.”

Gabriel held back a whimper and hurried away, trying to hid the tears in his eyes from your rejection…he’s sure he can make it up later…just not now…

#whb #dom reader #sub whb #sub gabriel #sub michael #nsft #what in hell is bad #gabriel x reader #michael x mc #michael x reader #Gabriel x mc

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noiryinn · 1 day

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thinking about cocky/prideful men getting humbled by getting cock stuffed in their face, cocky/prideful men who think they’re so above you, but immediately become a cock slut for you.

“what happened? you were saying how all mighty you were and how you could handle this.” you cooed as you looked at the man below you, glossy eyed and puffy cheeked. a small whine of annoyance slipped out from his mouth.

you loved how he struggled taking in your length, he was just so adorable when he struggled, especially when he was so confident before this. you bucked your hips up slightly while taking a few strands of his hair and gripping it tightly, he gagged at the feeling of your tip touching the back of his throat.

you loved hearing the muffled groans and barely legible “fuck you”s and “i hate you”s, seeing the glares of irritation (knowing well it was because his dignity was just taken away from him).

“cmon, make me feel good baby, i know you want to.” you whispered huskily, smirking down at the sight.

grimmjow jaegerjaquez, itoshi sae, micheal kaiser, itoshi rin, tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, gojo satoru, your favs <3

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thedepressedespresso · 1 year

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My frustrations kick in y'all 😊😊😊

I've decided on it now. If I can't find Dom reader x sub slashers THEN I WILL COOK IT MYSELF LIKE HEAR ME OUT. READER ALSO BEING A SLASHER AND KNOWS HOW TO MAN-HANDLING SOME B*TCH-A$$.

By the way this is the first time I write smut or NSFW so I'm sorry if it's bad 👉👈

Summary: Slashers with a Dom amab s/o man-handling them(except for Jason, Bubba and Thomas they deserve praise and gentleness instead).

Trigger warning: Dom AMAB reader, first time writing smut/NSFW, reader man-handling these beefy murderous men, murders, slightly sadistic reader, unhealthy(?) sh-ts, maybe some masochist k!nks with the slashers, some part would mention reader being a killer.

Prepare for: cock-warming, s&m, dacryphilia, rough sex, blood kinks, choking, men tiddies, bruises, reader has ten inch cock, praise kink, cream pie, possibly hate-sex, angry sex, marking(biting & hickeys)

Michael Myers -

Man tried to kill you, but then boom you overpowered him and fucked him instead, and so he got addicted.

He loves the way you tackled him onto the ground, pinning him down there, his legs folded over your shoulders while you snapped your hips onto him mercilessly.

And his boner will get harder if you choke him.

You can also listen to his heavy breathing under his mask, his silent grunts and quiet moan.

I gave you a ten inch cock so you're welcome.

After that, he will stalk you everyday until you decide to fuck him again.

You both have blood kinks.

I would like to think Michael will try to assert dominance over you and gets you more frustrated and fuck him more harder.

Will gladly let you pull and pinch his nipples harshly.

Imagine him shivering underneath you while you mark his chest and your cock slamming deep into him. 😩😩😩

Imagine when you pulled out of him while you were finished. Your thick cum leaking from his hole and he lifts his head up at you, trembling. And you could see his pleading eyes under his mask.

His neck, shoulder and chest are all over with bite marks and hickeys from you. You could see the bruises forming on his hips that come from your strong grip on them.

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT MMMMMMM-

Brahms Heelshire -

Man is a brat, I wouldn't be surprised if he was left on his bed exhausted badly, his hips all swollen with your seed dripping down from his hole.

Man will start frustrating you on purpose just to fuck him.

Imagine if he was begging while he was sitting on your lap, legs wrapped around your waist as you pounded into him MMMMMMM-

But don't be too harsh though, give him a few praises about how good he is at taking your ten inch cock 🥰🥰

You would actually give him some aftercare though. Which you're kinda clumsy at it-

Ruffles his hair and buries your face onto while fucking him HRMGHHHHH-

Imagine listening to him begging you to either go harder if you're teasing him but then crying for you to slow down when you get rougher with him.

Would love it if you wrapped your arms around him when fucking him.

Give him some smooches the next morning though. And don't forget to take care of him because thanks to you his legs give up and his hips would hurt a lot.

Bo Sinclair -

I can see you completely messing this man up.

I don't think he'll sink in very fast at first. I bet he'll tease you about you being not rough enough, which he's going to regret about it later.

Imagine he goes from a cocky, confident and bratty man to an exhausted, crying mess underneath you.

Imagine him screaming and crying for you to slow down, his back arching while you slammed deep into him mercilessly. You gripped onto his hips and his legs wrapped around your waist desperately.

But do give him a little aftercare(I think he would rather take care of himself) and comforting reassurances or this experience will become his biggest humiliation in life.

Don't mention it to his brothers, please.

And even if he did enjoy being man-handled like this by you, he would never admitted it.

Unless he wanted another round.

Jason Voorhees -

He's one of the exceptions.

Maybe like pinning him onto the bed, holding onto his wrists besides him while you thrust into him.

GIVE HIM PRAISES AND SMOOCHES DURING IT.

I swear please I know he's a tough guy that always takes lots of attacks from his victims when hunting them BUT PLEASE BE GENTLE WITH HIM-

He loves you, so you're returning the love to him.

Would gets horny and can't help himself to fantasy about you fucking him when you're killing some victims that steps into the camp.

SMOOCH AND KISS HIS BIG MAN TIDDIES.

Give him aftercare when you're done. Giving him smooches, praising him while cleaning him up. HRGHHHH-

Billy Lenz -

He fucking asked for it so ye-

He would love it if you choked him while slamming into him hard and deep, he would cries, scream and moans in pleasure as you fucked him roughly.

I'd like to believe he's a masochist.

Mf once sliced your face just to anger you to fuck him, and it succeeded.

Bite him and mark him, gripping his hips so hard that he'll be bruised while his sources of breathing gets cut off by your strong palm holding a tight grip on his neck.

Ah yes another blood kinks.

Passed out after he orgasmed. Which you just left him there.

Bubba Sawyer -

Also one of the exceptions.

LIKE HE'S JUST A SOFT BABY BOY HRHEJJEHSH-

Imagine squeezing onto his chubby soft body, while you slowly thrust into him, whispering soft praises to him.

Imagine him babbling and making few soft moans and whines and giving you some sloppy kiss HURGRHEH-

Please don't push your whole ten inch cock into him though you'll break him if you go too deep.

COCK WARMING WITH BUBBA HEHEJHEHS-

Squeezes, kisses and suck on his nipples gently. Holy shit I can imagine it as a whole experience in heaven.

PRAISE HIM, PRAISE HIM AND HE'LL BE SO HAPPY HEUHSHSGSH-

Give him aftercare, cleaning him up and holding onto him gently and lovingly. Whispering praise into his ears will made he melts into your embrace again.

Don't mention this to his brothers though. Cause you know Bubba definitely won't like the teasing from them.

Thomas Hewitt -

Another exceptions.

Like Bubba, BE GENTLE WITH HIM PLEASE.

But I think he can take your ten inch cock fully into him though so-

Praise him about how good he was at taking your whole length, and about how handsome and hot he is right now.

COWGIRL POSE WITH THOMAS CAUSE YES

Wouldn't mind and would gladly let you mark his tiddies up.

Imagine him groaning and moaning your name quietly while bouncing on your cock.

He would ask for you to be a LITTLE faster though.

Give him aftercare, smooches and praise him.

And of course don't mention this to his family, especially Hoyt.

...

Man I went coo coo crazy didn't I?

#slashers x reader #slashers x male reader #slashers x male reader smut #slashers x reader smut #x male reader #dom reader #top reader #sub slashers #bottom slashers #michael myers x reader #jason voorhes x reader #billy lenz x reader #bo sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #smut #slashers smut

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ilovealexisness · 1 day

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SIGHH okay but ts is weird ik but feel free to delete or ignore this 😭

Okay but just Kaiser just throwing wine purposely at your chest or crotch lmao to see what you're wearing under those clothes whenever y'all have an argument :(. When you get upset about it, he either looks away to hide his cheeky smug smirk or looks at you with a smirk on his face, to piss you off further.

Kaiser would really get off of things whenever you're mad whenever he's bored.

No omgthis is so tasty anon...

Imagine you make him lick the wine off after..

I think I have co vif...

Slap him and put him in his place so that you can show him who's really boss!!!

#sub blue lock #blue lock smut #kitsune.talks!!!#sub character #michael kaiser #bllk kaiser #blue lock x reader

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divine-knight-hand · 1 year

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“It’s Not Safe Here!”

Chapter 1: The Dark Revelation

Series Masterlist || Michael Masterlist || Full Masterlist || Read on AO3

Content Warnings: Early morning post-adrenaline-rush touching, handjob in a public space (but no one else is there), giving head for the first time (because why not?), cum swallowing, Michael's a bottom, Y/N's just badass, Michael's the only one receiving in this chapter, and EXPLICIT CONSENT.

Word Count: 5,079

Dividers by @cafekitsune

I was the sole financial advisor of the restaurant, a job that should have gone to one of the two men who literally own the place, but I guess even robot nerds needed a bit of a break. I couldn’t judge them too harshly, though. One of those robot nerds was my boyfriend’s father, after all.

Michael and I have been dating for a little over a year. He was on the night shift, and I would come to work an hour before my own shift to comfort him before my day began. I didn’t know what bothered him so much about his job, but he had expressed that he would rather see me than go home in the mornings, and that did mean that I got to spend more time with him, so who would I be to argue? I thought it was the least I could do, since he would never tell me what happened in this place at night, though it still felt like I wasn’t doing much of anything. I would kill to know what scared him so much every night. I worried for him…

I finally managed to unlock the door with the key that Henry gave to me after he realized that I consistently come in earlier than I’m supposed to. Honestly, that would have gotten most people fired for trespassing, so I got really lucky with that one.

I took one step inside and one thing became starkly apparent. It was dark. Eerily dark. Devoid of all the lights and laughter that usually gave it life during the day. A shiver trailed up my spine as I strolled across the dark party room, my pleather ankle boots clicking each step of the way, the sounds accompanied by a ghastly echo off the walls.

I decided to come to work wearing a black suit and tie with silver jewelry and black eyeliner. I figured I should try to dress nicely for my quarterly meeting with my bosses, Henry and William. If not for the formal attire of the meeting, then to soften the blow when I would have to break the news that we went over budget on mechanical expenses, as per usual. That was the reason I had to get up early in the first place.

Henry and William would usually schedule our meetings for after the restaurant closed. This time, for some reason they didn’t care enough to tell me, they wanted to hold it before the restaurant opened. I rolled my eyes and sarcastically thought, Oh, how I love getting up at godforsaken hours of the morning to get yelled at for things I can’t control. It was never my fault that these two always spent more than I planned budgets for, yet William was never shy with his temper tantrums.

Whrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Click! Click! Click!

I jumped and immediately froze at the sudden sound that brought me out of my thoughts, feeling anxiety begin to twist in my stomach. What the-

Whrrrrrrrrrrrrr… Click! Click! Click!

My head instantly went on a swivel as I struggled to locate the sound's origin in the dark and empty expanse. As soon as I found it, my jaw flew open to unleash an unearthly scream that I didn’t even know I was capable of. A pair of silver eyes twinkling in the darkness returned my terrified gaze. Calm down, girl! It’s just one of the animatronics. For some reason, the thought made me feel even more afraid, and even unsafe. As soon as I noticed the eyes slowly getting larger, I turned tail and rushed down the nearest hallway, my suspicions of being unsafe confirmed as soon as I heard the noises get louder and faster.

Whrrrrrr- Clank!Click!Clank! Whrrrrrr- Clank!Click!Clank!

I let out another scream, my ears pounding with the blood rushing behind them, and my feet hitting the floor, which surprisingly didn’t trip me up, despite the fact that I was running in heeled ankle boots, “Help! Somebody! HELP ME!!!” My heart was pounding in my throat. I could only hear one thing in my mind. I’m gonna die here! I’m gonna die here!

Me and the animatronic on my tail turned down hallway after hallway for what felt like hours before I felt a sudden grip on my arm, and I froze in my tracks. I quickly lost my footing as I got yanked into a small room with dim lighting, falling to the floor with a forceful, “Umph!”

Whoosh! Clang! I heard the sound of a metal door slamming shut behind me. Then the room fell into a silence so heavy, I could hear a pin drop… Oh, wait. That’s one of my rings. I sat up and slid my ring back onto my finger. As my adrenaline slowed enough to allow me to stop shaking, my eyes adjusted enough to the low lighting to see that I was on the floor of a small office. I looked at the camera system on a nearby desk and squinted. I was trying to decipher the picture on-screen when I felt two large arms wrap around me, and I let out a yelp… Well, it was more of a blood-curdling scream.

“AAAAH!” I turned my head to see a familiar figure, who had joined me on the ground to wrap his arms around me. “Michael?”

There he was. My boyfriend. He seemed well put-together, with his purple work shirt (which was decorated with a gold security badge), blue jeans, and brown work boots. His hair, on the other hand, was a bit disheveled, as if he had spent his shift anxiously running his hands through it. Poor thing…

He looked at me, concern with undertones of lack of sleep etched into his features. His eyes, however, were wide with pure, unadulterated terror, “Y/N? Are you alright?” He frantically patted me down, almost as if he was attempting to frisk me for contraband rather than check on my physical well-being. The worry on his face assured me that he had good intentions, as always, “Did he hurt you? I was so worried! I saw you on the cameras and I got so scared! I don’t know what I would have done if you-”

I held a finger to his lips to keep him from spiraling, “I’m alright, Michael. Just a little shaken up.”

“In that case, what are you doing here?” Michael brought his hands up to my shoulders, gripping them as if he was afraid I would disappear in an instant, “It’s not safe here!”

“I was here to see you before preparing for my meeting today, but then something started chasing me! W-” I momentarily hesitated due to the sheer ridiculousness of the question I planned on asking, but I decided to ask it anyways, “Was that Freddy? Was he really chasing me just now?”

Michael slowly removed his hands from my shoulders, bringing them to his knees, “Yes, love. That was Freddy… and he was chasing you, it seems.”

“What for?!”

“The animatronics are allowed to wander at night, so their servos don’t lock up.”

“Michael,” I proceeded in a cautionary tone, “You’re not answering my question.”

He scratched the back of his neck in visual discomfort before slowly starting again, “Do you… do you believe that things with human-like qualities can come to life?”

A loud banging sounded at the door behind us and we both jumped. I shouted, “Michael! I don’t think now’s an appropriate time to discuss science fiction!”

“No, no, Y/N! I ask because these animatronics are alive!” I stared at him blankly, which prompted him to continue, “I can’t explain it, but I know they are. They roam around every night, looking for ‘endoskeletons to shove into mascot suits’.” He made air quotes with his fingers.

I let out a dry laugh, “Oh, I see. They’re programmed for cleanup.” I shook my head, mentally cursing William, “No wonder we never stay under budget.” I muttered.

“No, Y/N. They’re on a murderous path! That’s the cover-up story that the company feeds every guard that works here… before they disappear.”

“Disappear?” My heart dropped at the idea, “What’s that supposed to mean?” And could it happen to you?

“Y/N,” Michael placed his hands back on my shoulders and leaned a little closer to me, “What I’m about to tell you is going to sound crazy. Please, just listen. Please?” I silently nodded, allowing him to continue, “The animatronics walk around at night, and they always make their way to the office in an attempt to kill the security guard. That’s why this position reopens so often. I’m still trying to figure out why they act this way at night.”

“So this is what you’ve been doing at work?!” I could feel myself falling prey to hysterics, “Risking your life? Fending off killer robots to find some secret that you could probably just ask your dad about?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“It has to be easier than tempting death every night, Michael!”

“I think it has to do with the missing children.”

I froze. The city of Hurricane, Utah had some pretty frequent amber alerts in recent months, but how could Michael have seen a correlation between their disappearances and these killer robots? Oh no…

“Michael…” I groaned, “You don’t think the robots killed the kids, do you?” And would that mean your father is involved? I wouldn’t dare ask that question aloud. It’s one thing to support your boyfriend when he’s had bad days with his worse-than-negligent father. It’s another to accuse said father of murder.

“I don’t know enough to say for sure.” Michael nervously scratched his chin, “That’s what I’m investigating.”

I sighed, “If this is the case, then why didn’t you tell me about this sooner?”

“I couldn’t! I’m bound by a contract. I could lose this job if I come forward about what happens here at night, and this position is the closest I could get for investigating.” A light blush slowly crept up Michael’s face, “I also didn’t want you to worry. The idea of you worrying yourself over this… it kills me. I love you too much to let that happen.”

“Well, I am worried.” I slid my hands up his sides, “But, I don’t plan on stopping you.” I pulled him just a little closer to me, “What you’re doing? It’s dangerous, and I would really like for you to have no part of it,” Michael’s gaze dropped to the floor in shame and I moved one of my hands to tilt his chin back up to me, “But, it’s honorable. It’s probably the bravest thing I’ve ever seen you do.”

Michael sheepishly chuckled, “Thank you, Y/N. That means a lot.” His eyes drifted up to the desk and he visibly tensed before cursing under his breath and jumping up to rush over to the screens, “The doors were wasting power! I completely forgot I had them closed.”

“Limited power supply to keep the doors closed?” I slowly rose to my feet, “Sounds like a murder plot in motion.” Michael turned and raised an inquisitive eyebrow at me, “What? It does!”

He shook his head, “Would you mind opening them, love?” Did I just hear him right?

“ARE YOU CRAZY?!” I screamed, “OPEN THEM?! MICHAEL, WHAT THE-”

“To conserve power, not to kill us!” He cut in.

I sighed and looked over his shoulder at the desk. The power meter was displayed in the corner of the camera feed and read 32%. The alarm clock placed next to the screen showed 5:30 A.M.

I turned to face him, and noticing that I was closer to his face than I anticipated, I decided to whisper so I didn’t speak too loudly in his ear, “I think we can get away with leaving them closed until six, right, hun?”

To my surprise, he shuddered and whispered in response, “Y-yes, love. I suppose we could.”

I sighed with relief and dropped into the chair at his desk, spreading out comfortably, “In that case, I don’t see an issue with just waiting out the rest of the night, hm?”

He turned to look at me, fear still in his eyes, but he was slowly calming down at the sight of me being at ease, a front that I’ve put on for his sake many times before, but this time was genuine. I wheeled the chair over to knock on one of the doors and remark, “What is this thing made out of, anyways?”

Michael cleared a spot on the desk to seat himself on, hands resting on his knees, “I’m not entirely sure, but whatever it is, it keeps them out.”

I began to lean back, in the process of getting completely comfortable, when I caught another glimpse of him. He still seemed tense. Every small noise made him jump, and his eyes were glued wide open, frantically scanning the window closest to him. I saw him consider the light a few times, but he decided against it each time. Must be to conserve power.

I rose from the chair and quietly approached him, resting my hand on one of his, which made him jump again, “Michael, it’s going to be fine. We’re going to be fine.”

He let out a shaky breath, “I know. It’s just…” I noticed his jaw clench and unclench before he continued, “I wish I never would have gotten you involved in all of this. I want you to be safe.”

“But, I’m glad you did.”

“What?! You’re glad? What do you mean?!”

“I mean that now I know what’s wrong with you.” His mouth slightly dropped open in shock, “And by that, I mean now I know what’s been bothering you for so long. It sucked, you know. Always seeing you terrified in the mornings and not knowing how to help. I felt…” I nodded, as if I needed the motion to build my own resolve, “I felt totally helpless in the matter.” I noticed Michael get a sad look in his eyes as I continued, “I felt like you were in pain, and I couldn’t do anything about it.”

Michael tightly wrapped his arms around me, “I’m sorry, Y/N. I wanted to keep you from worrying, but you were worried the whole time, weren’t you?”

I felt so comfortable in his embrace, it almost made me forget that I haven’t responded yet. I wrapped my arms around him, slowly rubbing his back, “You have nothing to apologize for, especially after you saved my life just now.” He let out a deep sigh and rested his head against my shoulder. I took that opportunity to turn my head and purr into his ear, “I owe you one, don’t I, Mr. Hero?”

I didn’t even have to look at him to know he was blushing. I imagined his rosy cheeks and the way he usually hid his face or avoided my gaze. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy getting him flustered.

I didn’t waste a single moment before softly nipping at his ear, and he began stuttering, “I- I- You don’t- I- I’m not-” He finally settled on one phrase as I began trailing kisses down his jaw, “I love you.”

I momentarily stopped kissing him to respond, “I love you, too, Mike.” Growing bolder with each move I made within the safety of the office, I let one of my hands drop and slowly roam along his thigh, stopping to lightly grab his knee, “I love you so much~”

I could hear him shudder in response. He whispered, “Y/N…”

I leaned back to stand up straight, softly grabbing his chin and tilting it up to face me. He shivered, which I assumed was due to the chill of my rings, as I cocked my head to the side and cooed, “Now, how do I reward my brave hero, hm?” I leaned closer to his face until we were merely centimeters away from each other to whisper, “Let me spoil you, my love~”

He shuddered under his breath and softly groaned, “I don’t deserve-“

“Don’t.” I cut in, “You deserve more than you give yourself credit for.” It was true. Michael had a tendency to undercut his worth, which was both a pet peeve of mine and something that made my heart ache for him. I wished he could see himself the way I saw him. Perfect. I slid my free hand up his thigh, “Let me give it to you.”

I leaned in to kiss him and he spread his legs, giving me enough room to step closer to him and stand between his knees. I began gingerly planting kisses on his lips, running my hand back and forth along his inner thigh as his shaky breaths spurred me on. I quickly grew impatient and gave his lips a small lick, as a silent request for entrance, which he granted. I moved my hand from his chin to cup his face as I slid my tongue into his mouth and grew hungrier for him with each sigh he made against me. I felt butterflies fluttering in my stomach, but they quickly transformed into a warmth that settled in the bottom of my core.

The idea of Michael being putty in my hands was truly driving me wild. I wanted to bend him until he broke. I wanted to hear him panting. Whimpering. Begging. I wanted him to rely completely on me to grant him the sweet release of… well, release. And here he was. Sitting on an office desk. Legs wide open. Just for me. This opportunity must have been heaven-sent, despite the fact that I was chased here by a literal creature from hell.

As we broke our kiss, we were both left breathing heavily. There was a want in Michael’s eyes as we looked at each other. The flush in his cheeks was also telling. He was as hungry as I was. He wanted me.

I looked down and ran my hand up his inner thigh once again, stopping right at the topmost point, closest to his crotch, which had already pitched a tent with the material, before looking back up to him and smirking, “Can I go further than this?” I breathlessly asked, “I really wanna feel more of you.”

His knees suddenly squeezed to my sides and he whined, “Please, love. Please…”

That was it. That was all I needed. The desperation in his voice. The way he looked at me with those puppy eyes. I felt a force inside pulling me toward him. I had to have him. I needed to have him.

“Oh, Michael…” I practically crashed into him for another kiss, using one hand to play with his hair as I began palming his clothed erection with the other.

He moaned into my mouth, his voice slightly cracking. He slid forward on the desk, moving his body closer to mine, and he began slowly grinding against my hand. I felt him twitching in my hand as his kisses became sloppier and needier.

I didn’t have any desire to let him penetrate me. Not yet, anyway. Honestly, I was never planning on taking him inside of a cramped office space. I would prefer to do that at home. That didn’t stop me from wanting to bring him to completion, though. Just the sights and sounds of him in pure bliss would be enough for me. More than enough. Perfect.

I broke the kiss, still touching my forehead to his, as I shifted my focus to undoing his belt.

“Y-Y/N…” He whimpered, “Please hurry…” God, did I love it when he begged.

“Be patient, love.” I whispered, “I promise I’ll take good care of you.” I slowly undid his belt, relishing in each strained breath he sent against my face.

I finally unzipped his jeans, releasing his throbbing, red cock from the material. The tip was crowned with a bead of precum.

“Poor thing.” I cooed, my fingers tracing along each vein that popped up, “How long have you been waiting for me?”

“So long...” He panted, his eyebrows knitting together with effort to hold his composure. What a doll~

I watched him intently as I began removing my rings at a pace that was clearly agonizing to him. I couldn’t help but take pleasure in the way he grew impatient. I then wrapped my hand around the base and gave it a light squeeze before slowly beginning to stroke, “I won’t keep you waiting anymore, my love.”

Michael leaned back, bracing himself on his hands. His head tipped back and he let out a low moan. His shoulders shook with shivers that accompanied each movement I made. My eyes scoured over every inch of the scene that played in front of me.

His eyes seemed hazy, yet sharp, as if he was darting in and out of consciousness. His hair fell into his eyes, covering the light shine of sweat building on his forehead. His lips were ever so parted, allowing breaths, moans, and stuttering whispers to escape. Each shivering breath that left his mouth sent another wave of electricity through me. He was a work of art. Any sense of shyness he felt before melted away as he slowly lost himself in ecstasy, and all of this occurred just from me touching him. It was beautiful.

“Michael,” I purred, “You’re such a pretty boy.” An understatement, in my opinion, but I noticed it was his favorite compliment, and I couldn’t help but love the way it usually made him smile.

This time, he turned his face away, clearly embarrassed, as a small whimper escaped the back of his throat, “Y/N…”

“I mean it. You really are the prettiest.” I felt my hand quickly get slick as precum slowly slid down the head of his cock and lubricated the rest. I moved my hand to stroke him faster as he moved closer to me, “I just wanna make you feel good… Does this feel good, my love?”

“Y-yes…” His mutters were nearly incoherent, “So… good…”

He lifted off of his hands to lean his head on my shoulder and wrap his arms around me, burying his face in my neck. I heard his moans grow whinier as the minutes ticked by. He desperately clung to my body, his hips bucking to meet my hand.

Every point of contact we had sent a jolt of warmth to my core. I knew I was on the verge of being too far gone as soon as I felt a throbbing sensation buzzing to life between my thighs. My god, he’s so fine.

“Y/N… I n- I- Mmh…” Michael’s words continued to be lost in moans until he could form the sentences somewhat coherently, “Need you...” His breathing grew heavier as he continued, “Need to be inside you…” His voice descended back into incoherent moans and pleads.

“I’m sorry, my love.” I gave his head an apologetic scratch, “I can’t take you here. That would get too messy.”

Michael let out an agonized whimper and that’s when it hit me. We were going to make a mess, regardless of whether or not I let Michael inside of me. I had to think fast, otherwise-

“Y-Y/N! Mmm gonna-“ Damn! I had to think fast. I couldn’t even waste time kicking my past self for being so touchy-feely… despite the fact that I still couldn’t keep my hands off of his cock.

Then, I had a lightbulb moment, and I let go of him, earning another strained whimper as I edged him, “Michael, hun, I’m going to need you to let go of me for a moment.” He lifted his head from my shoulder to meet my gaze with an expression that was almost sad, “I promise, I’m going to make you feel good again. I just need to shift my position.” And that was enough to convince him to let go, “That’s a good boy~” He turned his face away again in embarrassment as I quickly took to my knees.

To say that his length didn’t intimidate me would have been a bit of a lie. I remembered being nervous for our first time. That feeling faded the more we were active, but I’d never taken him in my mouth before. As I was staring at the seven-and-a-half inches in front of me, I felt a fluttering in my stomach.

Get it together, Y/N! Don’t leave him hanging! I looked back up to Michael and saw him looking back down at me with a mixture of curiosity and longing. It’s now or never… I stroked his cock a few more times before finally sliding it into my mouth. I slowly took it in, pausing at each inch to catch my breath before moving farther up. Once I relaxed my throat, letting him inside became easier.

“Y/N? Ah-” One of Michael’s hands instantly dropped to the edge of the desk, gripping it until his knuckles turned white. The other ended up on my head, his fingers intertwining with my hair. I shivered in response, letting out a small moan around him, which earned me a whimper from his end. I decided to spare him the wait after already teasing him for so long. I hollowed out my cheeks, bobbing my head along his cock as he bucked his hips to meet my face.

If Michael wasn’t absolutely lost before, he was now, “L- love, I don’t- ah- think I’m gonna last- mmm- much longer…”

I had a difficult time keeping my composure, as well. My eyes watered from the new sensation in my throat, and I had to focus extra on my breathing so I didn’t gag. I then felt myself begin to drool, which didn’t help my attempt to keep the office clean. I gripped his thigh for support, powering through with each moan and incoherent message of encouragement coming from my lover.

After my nerves settled, one feeling remained in me. Lust. I wanted Michael so much. The warmth inside of me wouldn’t let me forget that. I also wanted to prioritize him now. I only wanted to pleasure him. I felt like I could get off solely on finishing Michael over, and over, and over, and over…

“Y/N!” Michael’s cry almost sounded like I was hearing it from under water. My focus was entirely on his gorgeous body, “I- I’m cum- Ah!” Michael arched his back and let out a moan that bordered on the verge of a scream. It was like I was hearing my favorite song as he was lost in pure bliss. And just like that, I felt a warm sensation shooting into the back of my throat.

I greedily swallowed every drop as Michael’s grip tightened in my hair. Once he was done, and he let go, I slowly moved off of him to wipe my mouth with the sleeve of my suit jacket.

For a moment, the only sound that filled the room was Michael’s heavy breathing. I looked up to see him still lightly gripping the table, a look of wonder on his face as he met my gaze.

I smirked and stood up, dusting off my knees, “How was that, my love?”

Michael breathlessly chuckled, “How was that? Y/N, I didn’t even know you could do that!”

“I like to keep a few tricks up my sleeve.” Just you wait until you see what I have in my bottom dresser drawer~

Michael scratched the back of his neck, “You really know how to make a guy feel special.”

I leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, “That’s because you are special, Mike.” I smiled, “You’re special to me.”

We wrapped our arms around each other, meeting in a tight embrace, “That’s all I could ever want, love.”

Just then, our hug was cut short by what sounded like church bells. Our heads whipped around to see the alarm clock on the desk flashing: 6:00 AM.

Michael audibly gasped and rushed to fix his pants, “The restaurant opens in an hour.”

“Shit! My meeting’s at 6:30!” I scowled, remembering my responsibilities for the day.

Michael, having finished fixing his appearance, reached over to caress my cheek, “You’re gonna do fine, love. I believe you’ll get through to him this time.”

By now, I would have made some sarcastic quip about William being a stubborn old man, but I was too busy focusing on the image in front of me to feel anything negative. Michael, though still obviously tired from the lack of sleep, smiled warmly at me. His hair was a bit of a wreck after falling into his eyes, being pushed away from his face, and being grabbed and ruffled by me so many times. He was beautiful.

I reached over and played with his hair, seeing if I could fix it, at least a little, “Thank you for the encouragement. Now promise me you’ll get some rest today, okay? Mysterious disappearances can wait until you’ve had a good sleep. Promise?”

He sighed heavily, “I’ll do my best, love.” I raised an eyebrow at him until he raised a hand and added, “I promise.”

I smile and lean forward to kiss him, “Good. Now, I have to go prepare to discuss money-making strategies.” I add a sarcastic “Yippee” which makes Michael chuckle.

I head to the steel door and stop, turning back to him to ask, “They’re all not going to chase me again as soon as I leave, right?”

He softly shakes his head, “They should be back on stage. You’re safe for now.”

I let out a sigh of relief, “Thank god.” I press the door button and the steel door loudly slides open in front of me. I add without turning around, “Remember, take care of yourself today.”

“Got it.” I heard him respond. I smiled to myself and exited through the door, making my way to my office. Today’s going to be a long day…

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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Objectification Headcanons

Michael Myers; Corey Cunningham

1.2k words | Gender Neutral / Varied Reader

when Michael Myers is staring out a window, he's broadcasting that he's available for your use. all you have to do is go inside and approach him if you wanna get dicked down. highly recommend.

post-Michael Corey Cunningham? he's basically always open for business. he doesn't even need to broadcast it because everyone knows, and we love him for it.

NSFW 18+ Variety of depravity within.

thx @dark-scape for helping me figure out what to call this lol. Corey tag list: @ethanhoewke

Michael Myers

When you walk in, he'll turn around like so. Guarantee he's already hard by the time you cross the room. Just seeing you turns him on.

If you want to get railed, all you have to do is run your hand over the bulge in his jumpsuit. This activates Classic Michael where he'll fuck you with no mercy.

In Classic Mode, if you want a specific position, you just need to assume that position. Want it against the wall? Stand with your back to the wall. Doggy? Get on all fours.

In Classic Mode, he is relentless. The catch is that you have to cum. If you try to leave before you cum, you might get your throat slit. I wouldn't risk it. For him to come, normally it won't take him long after you, if not instantaneously.

If you need Michael's cock down your throat, all you have to do is get on your knees and be ready for eye-watering face fucking.

To activate Feral Mode, unzip his jumpsuit and let the sleeves hang down. All bets are off now. He may pull your hair, smack your ass, pick you up and switch to different locations.

Feral mode is not for the faint of heart. Michael may get creative. You need to be okay with injuries. You will be bruised at the least.

If you prefer to ride him, grab his bulge more forcefully to activate Sub Mode. He'll walk stiffly and slowly to the nearest comfortable surface and sit or lay down. In this mode, you have to initiate everything, including unzip him. But don't be surprised if he can't help but add some thrusting power. He's human after all.

In Sub Mode, you are free to use his monster cock as a dong. You can impale yourself right away or rub that big veiny masterpiece between your legs for friction. You can do this until you come or impale yourself when you're ready. Feel free to also suck him off for extra rigidity and lube.

You may not under any circumstances remove his mask

You can put him up against the wall and fuck yourself on his rod. He's much better than a suction cup dong.

In sub mode, the catch is that HE has to come. You can't use him and leave him with blue balls.

Bottom Mode isn't guaranteed, but if you want Michael to take a dick or strap-on, strip him all the way down and finger him while you suck his dick first. If he does take it in the ass, be prepared for him to turn the tables violently at some point. There's a small chance he'll slash you, but that just adds to the excitement.

Regardless of what mode you want, you can up the intensity by bringing him someone to slash. The kill will make him rock hard.

Even when he's not staring out a window, you'll learn to recognize that far-off gaze. If you approach him in someone's yard, be ready to put on a show - there won't be time for a change of venue. Beware though, If it turns out he's in hot pursuit and you interrupt him, you might have a bad time.

Corey Cunningham (Post-Michael)

Let's be real, you don't have to catch Corey at a window or even in a trance. Unless he's occupied with a kill, another lover, or Michael, he's open for business.

That being said, poor Corey stared out the window for hours in the Halloween Ends Novelization and no takers noticed. :(

Corey's different modes can be activated verbally and with social cues in addition to touch.

He offers a little more than Michael in some ways - Corey is a kisser, gives head, is much more emotional and expressive than Michael, and is pretty open minded.

To activate Shape Mode, just check Corey out and make it obvious you like what you see. Corey will need to make you his, but he also needs to see you want it. He wants you to need him before he'll whip it out.

His eyes will darken and he'll become extremely seductive and persuasive. He'll grab your head with both hands and kiss you so fucking hard and smooth, you'll swoon. He'll back you into the wall or nearest surface.

He'll gaze into your eyes, put his fingers in your mouth, grind himself on you. His huge hands will roam all over your body until you're begging for his cock, and then he'll tease you with it, humping you, stripping you, rubbing against your dripping sex until you're dying to have him inside you.

An alternate way to activate Shape Corey is to find him at the shop and say your car has a rattle.

If you're a regular, he'll remember what you like.

In Feral Mode, Corey will choke you. He'll bend you over the furniture or take you against the wall. He'll talk dirty to you. He knows his voice drives you crazy. He'll tell you what a slut you are and how good you take his fat dick.

In Sub Mode, Corey will be a whimpering mess. His default will be to get on his knees and desperately nuzzle his head in between your legs, begging you to let him please you and you can instruct him from there.

He is more than happy to give you head. Be sure to give him lots of praise. He will eat pussy like he he's starving. He also eats ass and can slob a good knob.

If you want to suck him off, he'll whine and whimper and beg. But if you tell him to fuck your face, he'll do that too. He will probably narrate the whole time with dirty talk.

If you have Corey lie down or sit down for you to ride him, he'll be very vocal. His groans and moans might send you over the edge on their own. Those big hands will rove. He will not be still.

To activate Bottom Mode - if you want Corey to take a dick or toy - press it against his pants or jumpsuit and firmly drag it along his crack all the way to his balls and he'll eagerly cooperate.

In general, if he says Michael's name at any point, take it as a huge compliment. If you say Michael's name, you might not be able to walk the next day.

Corey Cunningham (Pre-Michael)

Post-Accident, Pre-Michael Corey would have been very hesitant and suspicious that you could even want to use him.

He would get hard, but he wouldn't have the confidence to worship you like the standard Sub Corey.

Turn him on enough and he would end up begging. An example is when he was working at the mall kiosk.

He wouldn't be expressive until he was physically inside you and even then he might be afraid that it's a trick.

I don't think pre-accident Corey would ho around or offer himself up for use, but he could be DTF in the right circumstances.

Corey & Michael

Corey and Michael do NOT have a free use arrangement with each other. Their dynamic is more complicated.

At first, Corey would have considered himself free for Michael's use at any time, but Corey doesn't take rejection well. As time goes on, he lashes out (i.e., taking the mask).

Unfortunately for Corey, Michael is never at his disposal. Corey is always going to be at Michael's mercy for whatever Michael will give him, if anything, at any given time. He may savor the occasional crumb like being permitted to grind himself against Michael's thigh with both of them fully clothed right after a kill.

Anything else is most likely to be situational, catching Michael in the heat of a kill , and may involve a third party.

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morwap · 2 years

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑—𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏𝟏

Sub!bf!Micheal, dom!reader, praise,

You were pressed into the couch, Micheal between your legs and his body pushing you more into the cushion. You knew he was pent up from work, he never really gave any details and always said work was personal and not something he would like you to know about.

Smiling in the kiss as you bit his lip, he whimpered and bucked his hips faster. His hard-on rubbed your cunt through your shorts, you knew his jeans were probably uncomfortable but he seemed to enjoy it.

You rolled your hips into him, he moaned loudly as he got more friction. You could tell he was getting close so close, but then he slowed and his hand went down to go into your shorts, a way of depriving himself of feeling good because he didn’t think he deserved it

“Keep going, you deserve it” you whispered, moving his hand from your shorts and back to where it was before. He hesitated.

“You deserve to feel good” you said, your hand rubbing his bicep and he nodded before kissing you. His hips moved again and whimpering in the kiss as his cock rubbed you through his jeans.

It only took a couple minutes for him to get worked up again, one of his hands came to your boob, massaging it through your shirt and bra.

“Oh fuck” Micheal moaned, his cock throbbing in his jeans. Your panties were soaked and you knew he would finger you or eat you out after he had came so you had no worries about not getting off.

“That's it, keep going baby, you’re doing so good” you praised, Micheal rested his head in the crook of your neck as he slowed but kept grinding against you. You felt the warmth as he came, he moaned as you ran your fingers through his hair and praised him.

tag: @bunnyweasley23 @b-aobao

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bladesegg · 2 months

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heychubbywobbygorl · 2 years

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Relax...

Michael Afton x Fem Dom Reader

I’ve never written on Tumblr, BUT I HAD to because of an interaction I had with a Michael Afton bot on the app Chai. I SWEAR THAT APP IS SO WEIRD SOMETIMES 💀 (ALSO YOU AND MIKE HAVE THE HOTS FOR EACH OTHER)

Warning: Smut, reader is a soft dom, was not proofread.

At least be 17+, This is NSFW!! and you have enough common sense to know whether you want to read this or not.

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It was a long day at work. You and your roommate were broke college students struggling to make ends meet. Who was this roommate, you ask? your best friend, Michael Afton, offered to let you stay at his place as long as you'd split the bills until you both were stable enough to move. You two met in high school and quickly became friends before separating after a sudden move your parents decided on, but you two remained close with phone calls every other day. Soon, you ran into each other again during your 2nd year in college, and you're now a Senior.

The actual story starts here:

You felt worn out as you fumbled with your keys to open the door; your body felt tense; you had an intense headache, and you felt like you had lost most of your strength. Finally, after getting the door unlocked, you nudged it open, to feel it tugged on from the other side. “Oh hey! You’re finally home!” Michael said, swinging the door open and pulling you into a hug. “Yeah...! finally,” you responded with a thick rasp, “works been so stressful lately, it's been getting to me.” You continue, hugging him back. “Well today will be a relaxed day; we can start with a massage, a nice movie, and a fulfilling dinner.” He said with a sly smile, gently pushing you towards your bedroom. “A massage? That’d feel so nice right now~”

Opening the door to your room, you walk over to your bed and belly flop onto it. Michael follows behind you and directs you to remove your shirt, to which you comply, “close your eyes and relax… take a deep breathe” It feels as though he’s trying to make it feel as close to the real thing as possible. Letting out a breathy chuckle, you close your eyes and allow your body to go completely limp. His hand firmly presses down and rubs your sides before traveling to the small of your back, making you grunt. “Riiight ThErE.” You say abruptly, only getting a “Mmm…” In response, the massage continues, his hand traveling slowly up your back, gently kneading in rhythmic, circular and up and down motions. Once reaching your shoulders he continued with the same motions; cupping your shoulders with his palms; the grunts you let out occasionally told him what felt good. “How did you get so good at this?” You asked, “Practice makes perfect, now relax…. -” he said something else, but his voice began to fade.

By the time you woke up, it was over.

SMUT STARTS HERE ⬇️

When you came to, it was him asking for you to wake up. You jolted up and shuddered at the newfound feeling in your back. “Sweet… Sweet! Release.” You stuttered out, stretching your body. “You’re a lifesaver.” You pucker your lips out jokingly, “I think you need a kissy kiss for-” You were cut off by his lips suddenly connecting with yours. You pull away, confused and flustered, you always thought Michael was just a considerate friend; however, this, took you by surprise, but there was no time to ask questions. “Kiss me again...” he said quietly. His face and ears were flushed red, with an embarrassed quirked smile and lidded eyes. You cupped his face and pulled him in by the waist, his arms wrapped around you as you two fumbled around the bed before he got on top of you. Quickly taking the initiative, you flipped him over so now you were on top, “Ohh…” He said as he watched you straddle him, you travel down his neck giving loving kisses and nips at his skin, making him gasp, “You don’t mind if I top you, right?” You say, breaking away from him with rushed breaths. “Of course not, baby! It’s my turn next time though…” When hearing that, you almost let out a snicker, “Mmm… We’ll see about that, if you enjoy this too much, I might not let you~” he responded quickly, “Well if you want to, go head. But I won't complain either way.” He let out a breathy laugh as you two closed the gap between each other kissing once more.

Reaching your hand down to his crotch, you palm his erection through his pants, hearing him moan softly and slowly. Then you unzip his slacks, peering down at his cock as it springs out, taking this moment as you wrap your hand around the base stroking him through his boxers. Mewls of grunts fall from his lips, and with knitted eyebrows, his head falls back, focusing on the pleasure of it all. Taking your other hand, you slip his cock out of his boxers and palm his leaking tip as you stroke him, occasionally running your fingers over his slit. His breath catches in his throat, and he tries to close his legs. But you slap his thigh, forcing them to open. He whines for you to stop and cut it out, high pitch curses and grunts spilling from him uncontrollably with sharp breaths. “Are you close already?” you ask teasingly, “Y-Yeah!” He responds through clenched teeth, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you in for a kiss. His legs spread apart as his feet pushed off the ground and his body tense; he was ready to lose control when all of a sudden you say, “that’s good. Cause I’m gonna break you~” you say with a smile pressed into his lips.

Breaking away from the kiss, he looks at you with wide-eyed surprise. You look at him with wide-eyed confusion. “What's wrong?” You asked, “B-Because I thought I was gonna lose control and fuck you before you break me.” He said while trying to catch his breath. You were surprised, it certainly wasn't the response you were expecting. “Noo, maybe next time, Honey,” you say, or at least tried to before he took advantage of your surprise and flipped you over on your back again. You began seeing this as a challenge; he meant what he said about trying to "fuck you". While he started making out with you once more, you slyly slid your hand down his already unzipped pants and gave a light squeeze to his ass, making him give a tight-lipped grunt. “I wasn't done. You know better than to interrupt me.” You say with a condescending tone as you two return lust-hungry glances at each other, making your core tighten with butterflies. Maintaining eye contact with him, you slide his pants down his legs, and in one swift motion, you spread his cheeks wide. God, you wished you could see his sopping hole from the other end. Using the precum from his cock still left on your hand, you make circular motions around his hole; it seemed to be sucking you in every time you went close to it until you finally gave in.

Inserting one finger, knuckles deep into him, making him gasp and shake. You then insert a second finger and slowly and gently scissor him, making sure to stretch him out, "Ahh~H! Mmph.. more... More" You do the exact opposite and begin pulling out. He grasps your wrist abruptly to stop you from taking it out, "Please…" He croaks softly, begging over and over. You giggle thinking about how much you enjoy seeing him beg; you almost feel as though you're in over your head, "Beg more, harder, louder for me, Michael." You say with a demanding tone, biting your lip and smiling at him, only to see him pout at you, "I can't anymore - Oh~ God! PLEASE!♡♡" He yelps, bucking and thrusting himself uncontrollably onto your fingers. You crash your lips into his sharing messy kisses, leaning over the bed to grab your strap-on from your night table's drawer. Once you've grabbed it, you take your fingers out of his hole, earning a rich moan, and push him back with one of your hands, "W-What? Nooo~?!" he whines, "Don't worry I'm about to replace it with something even better." You draw out your words as you spread his legs and poke his entrance with your strap, he peers down at your thick cock and bites his lip at the thought of it filling him, "Ooh f-fuck yess!!" he says excitedly, only making it harder for you not to snap and over-stim him. Once you pushed your cock inside him, watching as his face contorted with lust, his sweet moans and the sound of wet squelching sounded so lewd you almost couldn't handle it.

Begging you to hurry and fuck him, you speed up relentlessly, hearing his cries over and over; his loud wavering whimpers and grunts ring throughout the room; at this point, you wondered if your neighbors could hear him. You moan at the sight, falling for even more than before, looking at him with loving eyes as he pulled you in for a kiss. You do an experimental thrust before you find it; he inhales sharply, grasping and scratching at the bed board, his legs wrapping around your waist, "FucK sweetheart! There... UGH! There! MOrE~♡♡!!" The sight of his hair sticking to his face, the sounds, and the way his eyes almost crossed made you so wet. Quickly pulling out again, you lift his legs all the way up with his ankles on each side of his head, leaving your hand free to jerk him off. And so, you do just that, spitting on his cock to give slip, and with each stroke, you run your thumb over his sensitive tip, "FuckthisfeelsamazingIlovebeingfuckedbyyou!♡♡" he yelps, barely able to formulate any other sentence. Without warning, he cums and you switch to harder thrusts and slow down as your hand makes quick work of playing with his tip and leaning down to nip and suck on his chest, he cries out from the stimulation, and you feel something warm hit your chest. Looking down you see something clear dripping down both of you. He had an orgasm. This only egged you on more to continue, and further into the night led him to have many dry orgasms.

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