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pokechbi · 10 months

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"I told you not to cum...Didn't I, schatz?"

just a random smut splurge that was on my mind ALL day

(konig x fem reader!)

NSFW !!! MDNI

WC: 1.1k

Fem anatomy used

Your hips spasm against his mouth, your thighs shaking violently as he pumped and curled a thick finger into your sopping pussy, sucking and flicking your clit relentlessly with his tongue. You let yourself in this predicament, sacrificing yourself just for a few seconds of pleasure, letting your orgasm overtake your body when he had specifically ordered you not to. Rookie mistake.

"Was it worth it, du kleine Schlampe?" (you little slut). He lifts from between the lips of your cunt, his lips and jaw soaked with your juices. He'd been down there for an hour and counting, just torturing you. Holding your hips down with his strong arm, the ropes of muscles under his skin flexing every time you moved. He'd quickly slap your clit with an open palm every time you pushed his head away, sending a jolt of electricity through your every nerve and paralyzing you, rendering your fights useless. The stubble on his jaw had rubbed your inner thighs raw, causing the skin to redden and puff with irritation. He looked up at you, eyes gleaming with dominance and power over you. He was loving this. And it sickened you. The thought of having another orgasm made you want to puke, cry, scream, pass out. Your body was spent, sweating heavily and feeling the muscles in your thighs and core burn with overexertion.

"Are you ready to apologize, meine liebe?" He asks, rising to your breasts. His searing breath graze your nipples. They were sore and raw, from him reaching his hand up and pinching the little buds between his fingers while he licked your slit relentlessly. In that moment, your brain was fuzzy, swirling from the multiple orgasms that rattled your soul. "B-but I couldn't hold i-ah!" You yelped as he slammed two of his thick fingers into you, resulting in a stomach-turning squelch that was music to his ears.

"Oh, schatz. Wrong answer. You wanted to cum so bad before, hm? Now I will make you cum until you can't fucking see straight" He grunted, his anger coming from the deep parts of his soul. He began slapping at your clit with an open palm, over and over, the pain causing a distinctive warmth to bubble in your core as your hips jerked with every slap. Tears ran down your cheeks, leaving a stain in their wakes as you fight the oncoming orgasm. You yell out in delicious pain as he pushes his cock into you, not giving you a second to adjust before pounding straight into your cervix. You see red when your eyes flutter closed, slurring and murmuring words from your lips.

"Scheiße, mein lieber, you feel so good. So swollen and wet, milking my fucking cum right out of me." (shit, my dear). He breathes, a throaty chuckle searing the skin of your ear. He grabs your knees, pushing them against your breasts as he pumps deeper into you, your walls swollen and tighter from his viscous, barbarian cock rubbing against them on and off for an hour and some time now. You hated that it felt good. You were on the brink of unconsciousness, but couldn't let go of the feeling of his swollen, throbbing dick meeting resistance against your bulgy, enticing walls. You let out a lazy moan, the sounds coming from you not recognizable to your usual timid whimpers and groans. You gripped the sheets beside you, Konig's hips not letting up as you came close to another orgasm. Your mouth hung open in silence, your voice too raspy and broken to moan anymore. He pressed his forehead against yours, slowing his pace and dragging the throbbing veins on his dick against every single nerve in your cunt. Your core contracts and spasms, another orgasm overtaking your very soul. You whimper quietly, not being able to make a noise as he presses his weight into your thighs, smushing your knees against your tits.

"Verdammter, schatz. Feels so good when your sweet little hole flutters around me like that, yes?" He says, a gentler tone in his voice giving you the pretense that he'll let up on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, your lashes fluttering closed and open as you lay limply under him. You had no strength to even grip the sheets anymore, fighting to keep your eyes open as he began to cum himself. "Not gonna ask you again, love. Apologize." He slows his pace, looking down at you as you part your lips to speak.

" 'm sorry daddy. didn't mean 't cum when you..." You sigh heavily, your breath struggling to catch up with your heart. You didn't know if your body was capable of handling another orgasm, and you didn't want to find out. Konig was a big man, and he didn't even look close to tired as he hovered over you, a smug look on his handsome face.

"told me not to. 'm so sorry daddy." You cry, the tears falling down your face, onto the pillow below you. He leans down to your lips, planting a soft kiss on them. He peels the hair from your forehead, slick with sweat. "Such a good girl, schatz." He whispers, pulling out from you, the pressure in your core leaving as you lie there, your head spinning, thighs shaking. He leans between your thighs, pressing a soft kiss onto your swollen clit.

He stands up, smiling down at you as you sniffle. "Let me run my pretty girl a warm bath, yeah?" You nod your head lazily, feeling his thumb over your soft, swollen lips, puffy from crying.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

You sit between Konig's legs in the bath, your back to his chest as he scrubs your skin with your loofah. "I'm sorry, my darling. Look at you, can barely stay awake." You smile lazily, your eyes fluttering closed as the warmth of the bath and his skin caress your naked form. He wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck softly. You rest your head on his chest, looking up at him through your lashes, half lidded with fatigue, and pure, raw love for the man who had just brutalized your very soul.

"I told you not to cum. Didn't I, schatz?"

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xxnghtclls · 2 months

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Flickering Lights

Chapter 1: Flickering Lights

Chapter (2)

True Form Sukuna x fem!reader

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence!

Tags under the cut and will be updated over the course of writing!

Summary: On a sad friday night, you’re finishing your last email for your job, as suddenly The King of Curses appears through a rip of space in time in your office. A change of everyday life perhaps?

Notes:

Welcome to Flickering Lights!

I hope you will enjoy <3

The -play- cues or underlined texts are linked to the specific songs she’s listening to, however I didn’t time the songs with reading time, since everyone of us reads at a different pace. I hope you’ll have fun anyway. :)

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clack clack clack clack

The harsh sound of your fingers hitting against the keys on your keyboard is reaching your ears, as you’re finishing the last email for the day.

The day, which will end in about 10 minutes.

It’s friday, 11:50 p.m. and you’re still in the office tower you work in.

Alone. An odd occasion, since this situation is not unusual in your field of work. Harsh deadlines require overtime.

Often.

Too often.

But today, your co-workers must have had something better to do. It’s friday after all.

And you wish you had the guts to do that, too.

Flickering lights from the illuminated advertisements from outside the streets are dancing in the corners of your eye. Your only company tonight.

And you blink. With a sigh, you look to the window to your right, having Tokyo looking right back at you.

Sometimes, you wish you would have the time to flee this place, your office, your life. To actually enjoy those lights, to experience something. To not give your life up for your job.

To feel not as lonely. Lonely in this city of millions.

A longing deep in your heart.

But-

I gotta pay my fucking bills, you think, as you sigh another time, before turning back to your computer. The light on your desk makes your eyes tired and before you finish your email, you go into your music library on your phone and put on your headphones. A ritual you almost do on every overtime night. It gives you energy. Almost a prayer to whoever listens. Someday something must happen.

Right?

-play-

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Leading you down into my core

Where I've become so numb …

Your blood starts pumping and the hairs on your body stand up, as the song crawls through your veins.

Without a soul, my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back home …

Your body starts moving on its own, you move your head and lips in sync to the song. It gives you energy to finish this last fucking email before the chorus hits.

And you slam your middle finger on enter.

Send!

(Wake me up) wake me up inside (I can′t wake up), wake me up inside

(Save me) call my name and save me from the dark

Oh my god.

You feel it. The song hits your core so deep and you turn the volume even louder. Singing both parts at the same time in your head, you let yourself go.

(Wake me up) bid my blood to run (I can't wake up) before I come undone

(Save me) save me from the nothing I've become

Flickering lights hit the corners of your eyes, bass in your heart, as you lip sync quietly, but passionately, while you close all your remaining applications on your desktop.

You would not want to risk someone, anyone, to actually hear you singing.

Suddenly the bass gets unusual heavy, but you love it. You feel the song even harder.

Adios Bitchatchos. See you on monday, you think to yourself, as you notice a glitch on your desktop.

Another one.

And another one.

The light on your desk flickers as well. You frown in confusion, but brush it off as a “monday me” problem and shut down your computer. Standing up, still moving and lipsynching to the song, you lean forward to turn off the monitors, as the bass grows even heavier.

Weird. Those headphones only cost me like 5000 yen-

Wrrrrmmmm!

Suddenly the ground vibrates and your knees give in. You grab yourself onto the desk, as an energy pulls you down. Pulls you down to your knees and almost cuts the air off your lungs and nose. You gasp, as the ground starts to vibrate and jitter even harder. Bring Me To Life still pounds into your ears, so dramatically, as you feel your vision blurring and glitching, as the light on your desk finally says goodbye, leaving you in total darkness of the office space. Looking around you don’t see anyone, start to get scared.

What’s happening?? An earthquake?

The vibrations are sent through your whole body, your blood tingles in your veins, just in time for your favourite part of the song.

Frozen (frozen) inside without your touch, without your love

Darling, only (only) you are the life among the dead …

Just in this moment, the technology of your cheap ass headphones gives in and sends an incredibly loud beep to your ears, distorting the wonderful voice of Amy Lee.

Fuck!

You yell in pain and yank the headphones off your head, just before a loud grunge noise echoes through the room, makes it vibrate even more, makes you push your hands over your ears. All the other monitors are shutting on and off and on and off and glitching and blinking.

Zschhhh!

Suddenly a blue glowing light crawls into the air in the split of a second, like a lightning strike and it starts to tear apart. A gap ripped into the air of the office space, just a few desks next to yours.

What the fuck?

You don’t believe your eyes, as a tall shadow starts to appear in the gap that just opened, before it steps forward, red eyes glowing through the dark, while the rap part starts to roar through the headphones in the background.

All this time, I can't believe I couldn't see

Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me

I′ve been sleeping a thousand years, it seems

Got to open my eyes to everything

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul

Don′t let me die here, there must be something more

Br-riing m-m-me t-tt-to l-lifeeee-…

And with this your headphones die, leaving you alone with…

Who is this?

Tap.

Tap. Tap.

Feet step into your office and you slide beneath your desk. The vibrations grow harder, the energy heavier, as the gap seems to close back up, almost pulling you completely to the ground.

Whoom!

And suddenly-

it’s all silent.

Quiet.

Calm.

You don’t know what to do.

Hide? Say something?

Still on the ground, you let your hands leave your ears and watch below the desks. Two massive feet, covered in tabi socks and wearing ancient looking sandals, quietly walk into your direction.

Flickering lights dance upon the ground and onto the moving clothes. Your heart is racing and you put your hand upon your mouth to be as silent as possible, as the person walks closer and closer. Another step and they will pass your desk, will see you sitting there like a little baby, not knowing what the fuck just happened.

And finally he walks into your vision, not even offering you a glance. A tall man, a black cloak around his shoulders, covering his upper arms and parts of his chest. A white hakama sitting on his waist. Pink hair, four red eyes, simple tattooed lines on his face and wrists and chest. A mask is covering the right side of his face.

Why does he look like a villain?

Your eyes widen at the man in front of you.

He’s built like a tank.

With a smug smirk, he steps in front of the window facade, looking down onto the streets of Tokyo.

“Keh Keh Keh.” he giggles.

Such a devious voice.

You watch him suspiciously, watch how the lights illuminate his face, unsure if he’s seen you yet or knows that you’re here.

His eyes roam around the streets and his expression grows excited. So excited.

“What a view.” he quietly smiles, before he taps against the window with his nail.

Tap. Tap.

The glass sounds firm.

He looks up, musters the framing and cocks his eyebrow and pouts his lips.

You frown at him. Confused, because he looks like he’s never seen a proper window before.

“It’s shatterproof glass.” you suddenly say quietly, still curled up beneath your desk. He freezes, as his left ear twitches, before his eyes and finally his head slowly move and turn to look at you and your eyes meet.

Silence.

Shit.

He glares at you, looking like an evil villain indeed. His red eyes glow in the dark and pierce right at you, as you feel his demon-like energy reach you, looking right at your soul, so deep and intimidating, as if your eyes are truly only a window to your mind.

And you’re about to pee your pants.

“You uhm.” you point your trembling finger at the glass. “You can’t fall through it… b-because it’s. You know… shatterproof.” you stumble quietly, before you crawl out from beneath your desk and grab your jacket, phone and dead headphones. “It… doesn’t sh-shatter.”

He stays silent, so silent, as suddenly a second pair of arms reveal themselves from under his cloak and cross in front of his torso.

And you can’t help but to stare in shock and confusion at his arms, tattooed chest and his flexing muscles, as you’re being hit by his degrading energy at the very same time. You are so overwhelmed by anything and everything, that you can’t help but to think that-

It’s almost as if-

He rolls his eyes and turns his face back to the window. The silence crushes you and the look on his face is still so intimidating, as he suddenly flicks the finger, that previously tapped against the glass.

BrrshhZschinnggg!

The glass of a window shatters into a thousand pieces and with an incredible force, like an invisible blade, the energy cuts through everything in it’s way, leaving a track of loud destruction and cuts a furrow into the floor, your computer and the wall a few yards behind you.

Bamm!

So close to you, that you even think you lost some hair. You feel the impact shatter in your bones.

“Is that so?” he grumbles in a deep, unimpressed voice, with his left bottom eye watching you. Your heart almost stops- waiting for the alarm to go off…

but it doesn’t.

Yup, out we go.

Before he can do anything more your body moves on its own.

A breeze from outside and the sounds of the street are blowing in through the broken window. You twitch a forced smile at him, before you tipple your way between the desks and out of the office space.

With a racing heart you run to the staircase, as the lights in the dark hallway flicker above your head, fighting to get back on. But they don’t. They die down again, leaving you in utter darkness. With a hitching breath, you pull out your phone and turn on the flashlight, as you tipple your way to take the stairs. Not just because the elevator is probably down as well, but to calm down. No elevator ride could soothe the adrenaline in your body right now.

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap

Down the stairs, five stories, until you arrive at the entry hall, seeing the security guard at the reception table in the dark. Cursing under his breath, his face is illuminated by a flashlight on his desk, while he’s being busy to tap onto his monitors and to smash on the keyboard to get the cameras back on screen.

That creature must’ve caused a total blackout.

The security guard doesn’t mind or even notice you walking by, so you take the chance to quickly walk to the front door with no air in your lungs and sweat in your armpits. You catch a look onto the still busy streets.

Did someone from outside notice?

People are walking, no one is looking.

Sigh.

Thank god.

You carefully slip through the front door and see a few broken glass pieces onto your left. Quickly, you cross the street, melting into the groups of people, vanishing behind many faces, looking down to your feet and hoping nobody from outside caught you leaving the building. To calm your panic, you first buy yourself a coke on the next vending machine.

Psssshh.

Sip. Sip. Sip.

Sigh.

Better.

You inhale, before you slowly turn around, looking up to your office on the fifth floor, where you were a few minutes ago, curious what the fuck just happened there.

Flickering lights and advertisements mirror themselves on the remaining not-so-shatterproof glass, leaving a black hole on the one that indeed shattered. You can’t see him.

He might be gone.

But… it wasn’t a dream, was it?

You put on your headphones and try to connect them back to your phone.

Maybe the building got struck by a lightning, while I was knee deep into feeling Amy Lee’s voice.

No. Nothing.

Dead.

Shit, you think to yourself as another rush of adrenaline flows through your veins.

That was exciting…

You bite your lip.

Maybe my prayers were heard.

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not-my-final-account · 3 months

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Danny is Gotham

PS most of the ghost stuff in this is fannon

Most ghosts had haunts. Technically Danny Phantom had the whole world, but it wasn’t his haunt.

Most cities had ghosts. Technically Gotham had loads of ghosts, but Lady Gotham was fading.

I went incorporeal as the beam of energy flew at me, then laughed “What?” Tucker asked, my hands flew over my key board as I beat the noob who had shot at me in the first place.

“I got shot at in game and disappeared in real life.” I said

“That’s you- Danny Clueless Phantom.” Sam said

“Hey!” I retaliated, but it was affectionate.

I didn’t fully understand this whole ghost thing yet. But I had figured out that ghosts had cores, and haunts, and ‘fraids. Cores were essentially the soul of a ghost and that’s pretty much all I’ve figured out. No one seems to remember that I have no clue how any of this stuff works! I’m still a new ghost.

But anyways, ‘fraids were… the best word I could think of was ghost families or animal packs but ghost, and like it or not Sam and Tucker had been accepted into mine. I wasn’t sure quite how it happened but now I seemed connected to them, and when I was happy with them (and/or we were laughing together) my core hummed happily.

Haunts however, I had none of. Haunts were basically a ghosts house or an area the ghost claims as their own or protects. I dunno if they represent status or anything but being a ghost king without haunt seemed pretty bad.

“Yeah!” Tucker yelled as we got another key.

“Only a trillion more to go.” Sam said sarcastically,

“Five actually.” I said. Suddenly I felt a tug on my core “Guys I gotta go.”

“Bye!” Sam and Tucker called in unison. It made me smile as I powered down the game and then my computer, I gave into the tug and let it pull me to where the summoning was.

I had already transformed into my most regal form on the short journey there, so I didn’t hesitate to grab the edge of the circle. What did worry me though was the screaming that started the second I reached my hand up. I cursed whoever made these things for making you pull yourself up and not just be able to fly out, but I got up due to Sams pull up training.

The second I got out I flew up and hovered above the circle ready for battle. I actually blinked when I saw three kids standing in front of me- well one was standing, the other two were lying on the floor and hugging each other.

“Ehh.” I said as I took in what they were doing. The two on the floor were shaking and in hysterics and the standing up one was staring up at me with wide eyes, I think he’s in shock. I reached out slightly and his mouth fell open and he dropped the book he was holding then passed out.

The books title was ‘ghost summoning’ oh my god I’ve been summoned by idiots. I gave them a growl so they wouldn’t try to do this again and prepared myself to dive back into the summoning circle and into the phantom realm where I could quickly fly back to my house and start playing DOOM again. Then I felt a tug in my core. It wasn’t like a summoning which tugged at my core from the outside, trying to pull me somewhere, this was part of my kingly duties; a ghost was in trouble and/or calling for me.

I flew off towards the ghost without a second thought about the party I had probably ruined just by existing and got there in seconds. I landed atop a hill and wind swept my hair away from my face, a skinny grey ghost who seemed like someone you’d spot it old movies looked at me.

She had straight black flowing down her shoulders, a large light grey hat with a grey peacock feather on it, a grey dress and a shade umbrella, she was clearly old although still beautiful and she moved with grace as she stepped before me and fell to her knees

“King Phantom.” she said, how weak her voice was worried me “I am lady Gotham. However Gotham is no longer the beautiful city I knew it to be, it is not close enough to my home and I fear that it has changed too much for me to be strongly connected to it, my power to protect it is fading. Please my King, I have heard you are strong and kind, protect my city, both from what’s outside and what’s inside.” she begged, she was clearly dignified and her begging meant this was truely important. Well, I did need a haunt.

“Okay.” I agreed, relief flooded her face and something else flooded my, I couldn’t name it if I tried but at least it filled an emptiness that had been resident there for a while.

The Lady Gotham fell to the ground, her body faded rapidly

“Please.” she rasped breathlessly “Take good care of them. Protect my city, protect my knight and his sons.” those were her final words.

“I will.” I said, and upon hearing that she slumped down and let herself fade.

I looked up at the city and went incorporeal and invisible. Good thing it was the school holidays, I think I’d need to spend a few days here and find Lady Gothams knight.

I sat down in a corner. I had found out that here I more or less was the city, not body horror or possession though, in a weird way. But it let me sit here fully visible and still be hidden, the shadows wrapped around me and nothing part of the city- my city would hurt me.

I watched as he fought. He was strong, smart, and had resources. I had read the news papers and this was the Dark Knight, he has multiple side kicks who many believed were his family, and even without my help he blended in with the city and knew it like the back of his hand. The blend wasn’t seamless anymore though, he had noticed something was different but didn’t know quite what. I knew though, I knew I had found Lady Gothams knight.

I let him tie up the criminals and he jumped onto a roof top. I followed him and and let the fog hide me, then I landed and let it fade. “Hello my knight.” I called because he was my knight now. He froze and spun around to face me but didn’t attack

“My name is Batman and I am no ones, if you’re some high ranking government offical I assure you I don’t work for the police either.” Batman said, he glanced at the inches between my feet and the ground “Who are you?” he asked, I hesitated.

What title would be best here? Danny Phantom? Danny Fenton? King Phantom? I thought about Lady Gotham and decided.

“You would know me as Gotham.” I introduced, wow that sounded more cryptic that I meant it to. Batman scoffed and I reached out and told the city to curl around him, to protect him and hide him and power him like it did with Lady Gotham.

He froze then relaxed slightly, his cape blended into the shadows instead of ending, his face became almost fully obscured, his eyes glowed in the dark menacingly, his form became something less human.

“Why reveal yourself to me now Gotham?” he asked, for once there was nothing hostile in his voice.

“Gotham has changed too much in the past years for Lady Gotham to have power anymore, she is too weak to be anywhere but the ghost zone.” I explained “She was the Gotham you knew. She called for me to protect the city and protect you.”

Batman looked wary again, I could understand why he wouldn’t trust me. New leadership could suck (or be evil) and it took a while for them to gain respect, especially if you didn’t know them.

“I’ll protect you in a general sense, but if you ever really need help, like life or death help, call for me.” I said, then I let a wave of fog swallowed me and disappeared.

#Danny phantom #notmyfinalaccount writes #dp x dc #danny is gotham au #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp

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a-very-good-girl · 6 months

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His Kitten

My hands tremble slightly when I pull the brand new dark grey tail from its box. I stroke the soft fur gently and admire the quality of my new toy. Our new toy I correct myself as I weigh the metal plug in my hand. It’s heavier than I expected. Sir asked me to really think it through before I made my choice. Like he didn’t know I would pick the large one. With a smile I reach for my brush. I’m determined to make the tail look as pretty as possible for our premiere. I can’t wait to see the look on my owner's face when he sees it.

I look at the time again. He should be home soon and my heart flutters at the thought of his intoxicating scent, his warm body, and his irresistible voice. That dark rumble of his, sometimes soft as a summer breeze against my naked skin, and sometimes just as hard as the stone floor I so often kneel on. He holds the key to my arousal in his voice, and he knows it all too well.

When the tail has the desired fluffy shape I put a small amount of lube on the tip of the plug and walk over to the end of my bed. If Sir was here he would have me suck the plug until it was dripping and then use it as my only lube. But without his direct orders I do as I want and I moan silently when I bend over the bed. The large mirror is right behind me and when I look over my shoulder I can see my naked body presented in an inviting pose. I spread my legs even further and catch a glimpse of my bare pussy—newly shaved in the shower—just for him. Then I hold the plug to my tight hole and add pressure. It starts its heavenly penetration but all I see is the grey tail. The plug is indeed large and I gasp as it makes it way deeper inside me. I’m always too eager and Sir’s calming words echo in my ears as I try to control the urge to just take a deep breath and bury it deep. Sir likes when I’m in pain but he doesn’t want me injured. The stretch when my little hole welcomes the plug feels amazing, and I moan loudly as the flare spreads me open. With a final push the plug sinks into place and I can for the first time see how cute I look wearing my new long tail. I arch my back and grab both my cheeks. Sir will be very pleased with me, I know he will. He always reminds me of how well he knows me, but he often seems to forget that I know him equally well. The sound from my phone pulls me from my thoughts and the display announces a text from the one I’m impatiently awaiting. Home in just a few min.

I can barely breathe normally, my excitement is making my heart race and with a stomach full of butterflies I kneel obediently in the middle of our living room. My dark hair spills over my shoulders and I run my hands up and down my thighs. I’m unable to stop my fingers from tracing the soft skin on my inner thighs all the way to the center of my body. I run the tip of my fingers over my most sensitive parts and a stream of heat travels from my core as I circle my clit. I allow my fingers to press on my little button and I wish for the thousandth time today that Sir would walk through the door. Beside me lies the tail, and when I tug it I’m instantly reminded of the large plug that keeps the tail in place.

Suddenly I finally hear him opening the door and I instantly place my hands on my thighs again. I feel so playful—yet obedient—and I’m even more excited to see his reaction than I could imagine. From the humming sounds he lets out as he puts his jacket on the hanger I can tell he’s in a good mood. Hard footsteps are soon replaced with softer footsteps as he takes off his shoes. I hold my breath as he enters the living room and he stops the second he sees me on the floor. I meet his gaze and my heart takes a leap in my chest. They say that your eyes are the mirror to your soul, yet I have never before met a man with such expressive eyes. Proudness and love shines in Sir’s dark eyes as he looks back at me. I can see how he takes in my naked body, and when his gaze falls on my new tail a grin spreads on his face. For a second I recognize the desire raging in him but then he regains control of himself and slowly walks up to me. His strong hand lands on my head and he caresses my hair. With just a small stroke he’s letting me know that my initiativ is highly appreciated. Then he walks over to the couch and I crawl behind him on all fours. My tail follows me and I feel it with every move I make. Sir sits down on his favorite spot and I take my place at his feet. With a smile he leans forward and catches my chin between his thumb and index finger. When he locks his gaze with mine I melt in his warm stare.

”Who is my favorite pet?”

”I am, Sir” I smile back at him.

He strokes my chin with the back of his hand and the loving gesture makes my heart flutter again.

”How did I get so lucky, kitten? You are all I ever dreamed of.”

A small blush spreads over my cheeks and I rest my head against his palm. I love his praise but sometimes he makes me speechless. Sir pats on the couch—a clear invitation for me that I’m allowed to sit next to him and I quickly advance. I struggle to control my need to touch him, to kiss him deeply and let my hunger for his touch consume me. The desire to pathetically beg for his touch must be tamed, yet I know how much he enjoys seeing me lose the battle against my needs. With no small amount of effort I manage to sit still beside him even if my whole body is screaming for attention. My pussy is so wet I’m afraid I will leave marks on the fabric under me. For a second I see a shadow of cruelty in my owner’s eyes, but then he reaches for my arm.

”Come here, kitten,” he then says as he pulls me up in his lap. ”I crave your kisses.”

Without blinking I straddle him, sink down on his noticeable bulge, and the satisfaction I feel when he lets out a quiet moan is enormous. I know I’m his greatest weakness but I admire his self control. The plug in my ass and the long tail makes me both needy and playful. I lean in as if I was going to kiss him but instead I let our noses touch. Very gently I rub the tip of my nose against his and when he places his hands on my waist I continue. With my nose I greet him; I rub my nose along the bridge of his nose, over his bearded cheeks, and around his lips. I stroke his face with mine, as a real cat would do, and breathe in the scent I love. His masculine scent mixed with the fresh scent of his cologne. It always makes me think of how he kissed me under the lemon tree in the botanical garden, and he smells so good I want to lick him.

”You really are my playful kitten today,” Sir murmurs approvingly. Then he tugs hard on my tail and I moan loudly as the plug presses at the opening. I reward him with licking his lips and he tugs again. A soft purr escapes me and I playfully bite his lower lip. I can feel his hard cock through his jeans and the thought of being filled in both holes makes me dizzy with need. I grind impatiently on his lap, silently telling him what I want. What I need.

”I was planning to ask you about your day but I think you have other plans, don’t you kitten?” Sir growls as he digs his fingers into the soft skin of my hips. I nod and he tugs again. My moans fill the room. ”Is this what makes my cute little pet behave like she’s in heat?” He can’t hide the grin on his face as I eagerly nod again. His fingers find their way to my clit and when he feels how swollen I already am he lets a finger glide over my wetness. I can’t stop myself from grinding hard at his hand and finally he lets one of his fingers slip inside me. I know how tight I must be with the large plug pressing in my ass, and when Sir withdraws his finger it’s coated in my needs. Without a word he puts his finger in my mouth and I suck it clean. The taste of my arousal is something he always wants to share and this time is no exception. His lips crash against mine and his tongue demands access to my mouth. Soon I have my arms around his neck and we get lost in the feeling of each other. When I finally gasp for air all I can think of is his cock buried in me.

”Tell me what you want, kitten. Use your words.” As if he can read my mind he reaches between my thighs again. My neediness hits an almost unbearable level as he teasingly strokes my clit and I whimper ”I want your cock, Sir,” before he pushes his fingers inside me again.

”I can feel that. Fuck! You’re so wet, kitten.” Sir continues to plunge his fingers deep into my pussy and I greedily clench around them. Then he suddenly lets out a raw growl and lifts me up on my knees so he can reach the zipper in his jeans. With a few quick moves he pulls his pants halfway down his thighs and his hard cock springs free from its denim prison. Then he grabs my face with both hands. ”Let me see your eyes when you take my cock. Show me exactly how good it feels.” His voice is hoarse and the storm raging in his eyes tells me he needs me just as much as I need him. Without using my hands I position myself over the top of his cock. The plug makes me very tight and when I sit down on him I instinctively hold my breath. Sir’s feral growl reveals he feels it too. His girth stretches me more than ever and I whimper against his lips. Then I feel his hands on my hips and with his superior strength he pushes me down, forcing his full length inside me, and I cry out as his cock fills me completely.

A hard bite on my lip pulls my focus to his eyes again. I stare into his almost black eyes and sense more than feel how he wraps the tail around his hand. Then he caresses my hips again and the plug follows his moves. Without his command I start moving my body and soon I find a pace that makes me see stars. He knows exactly when to tug at my tail and the change in pressure makes me dig my nails into his shoulders, and it draws dark curses from his throat. Deep in my core builds the fire I long to release. I have waited all day to unleash my desire together with my owner, and now we are finally burning together. Only our joined bodies and the sounds we make exist in this world.

I know he craves my pleasure just as much as he craves my pain, but today I don’t even have to beg for my climax. With a tight grip around my waist he demands an orgasm from me, and when I finally feel it exploding in my core, I hear the unmistakable growl of his approaching climax. He spills himself deep in me and I milk every drop from him as I clench around his cock over and over again. Then I collapse in his embrace, dizzy from my intense relief. Sir wraps his arms around my back, as he so often does, and holds me tight to his chest. I bury my nose at the crook of his neck and breathe in the scent of him. He alone has the power to push me far beyond what I thought was possible, but at the same time he is all I need to find peace in my soul. When my breathing slows down he kisses me gently. Then he looks me deep in the eyes and gives my cheek a tender caress.

”Now, will you tell me all about your day, kitten?”

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benkeibear · 11 months

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⋆꙳✧༄ Oral pleasure

❖ Characters: Yuzuha, Senju, Hina

❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

❖ Summary: You love to please your girl, going above and beyond just for their pleasure

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader at Yuzuha, dom!leaning reader at Hina, fingering, oral (receiving and giving), face sitting, 69, a little Takemichi slander (sorry not sorry)

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☰Yuzuha:

ꕤ I kind of feel sorry for you

ꕤ Yuzuha is a little shocked to hear you begging to please her, not just ask, no you were full on whining and begging

ꕤ “Oh? You want to eat me out so bad, dove? Lay down pretty for me” she hums, a sweet smirk on her lips

ꕤ Of course you listen and lay down on her soft bed right away - fatal mistake now she knows how obedient and needy you are

ꕤ She laughs softly at how eager you are to have her sit on your face and wastes no time to take a seat

ꕤ Her wet cunt hovers just above your mouth yet you can't reach it. You feel the heat radiating off of it but her thighs keep you locked in place

ꕤ “you're almost drooling. So pathetic” she giggles and finally lowers herself, letting your tongue taste her arousal

ꕤ Yuzuha makes sure you enjoy yourself beneath her, your eyes shining and rolling back into your head

ꕤ right before she releases she grabs a fist full of hair and rides your face recklessly, her mind only on her pleasure and when you moan into her, these vibrations send her over the edge

ꕤ you can feel her thighs quiver around your head and her arousal leaking right onto your hot tongue

ꕤ it's almost suffocating you but when she starts grinding against your tongue again you know this will be a long night

☰ Senju:

ꕤ Senju almost gasps when you beg her to eat her out, not having expected that you're going to be this bold

ꕤ But who is she to deny you your sweet wishes?

ꕤ it all starts soft and gentle with her, kisses, feeling each other up and then she goes to sit on your pretty face - something she loves more than anything

ꕤ Your hands are resting on her hips and thighs, giving you the power to control her movements and to go at your own pace

ꕤ Senju leans back slightly, feeling herself floating up to cloud nine when your tongue dances over her clit

ꕤ between sweet moans you can hear her whimper how it's unfair- so unfair

ꕤ and before you know it, she turns around, grinding her sweet pussy back against your tongue but this time being able to dive into your own, giving each other pleasure

ꕤ She's a little menace, parting your lips and spitting on your clit before eagerly sucking on it while her tongue flicks over it

ꕤ Both of you get so lost in pleasure, letting each other orgasm over and over and eagerly lapping up your juices

ꕤ Senju gets so drunk on your pussy the same way you do with hers and it's almost impossible for either of you to stop - going until one has to tap out from overstimulation which is usually you

ꕤ But Senju never needs to worry, her eager little flower wont stop licking her cunt until she too had her fill

☰ Hina:

ꕤ Hina was quite shy when you - her best friend - proposed this idea to her in order to get over Takemichi (sorry my dude) who just couldn't treat her right

ꕤ She was rather hesitant but the thought of being this close with you - to feel what being eaten out is like made her heart beat faster

ꕤ when she agreed to this you beamed with happiness, eyes shining, grin widening

ꕤ Hina was laying on her back, hands covering her flushed face and only taking peaks at you between her thighs, kissing and nibbling at the soft flesh

ꕤ When your kisses finally reached ehr core she gasped, one hand reaching to clutch onto the bed sheets

ꕤ Sweet baby almost felt her soul leave her body when you started with just little kitten licks on her clit before dragging your tongue across her folds in a zigzag motion

ꕤ You felt like you just entered the gates of heaven, your tongue slipping into her entrance to taste more of her sweet arousal, growing addicted to her and her cute reactions

ꕤ Hina was mostly whimpering or moaning softly - such adorable moans, high in pitch, almost sounding shy

ꕤ When you started using your fingers to massage her g spot at the same time you caressed her clit with your tongue it was over for her

ꕤ She moaned your name like a prayer, broken but so heavenly as her hips had a mind of their own, grinding against your face

ꕤ When she seemed to have calmed down her hand traveled from her face to your head, gently pushing you closer to her heat

ꕤ She didn't want to say it out loud but her actions made it clear that she tasted a slice of paradise and wanted more - who knew Hina could be so needy?

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leahrintarou · 8 months

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☠︎︎ DAY TWO: EDGING FT. KUROO ☠︎︎

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: desperately horny kuroo, sub!kuroo, fem reader, teasing, reverse pleasure, y/n gives, kuroo recieves.

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 1.2K

"y/nnnnn!" she groaned at the sound of her boyfriend repeatedly calling her name over and over again. this has been going on for the past seven minutes and each time, she'd adjust the volume of the tv to a higher setting.

slightly rolling her eye's when kurros voice followed after his own footsteps making its way down the staircase, he called her name once again. "y/nnn, i could've been dying and you're just ignoring me"

she only turned a deaf ear to kuroo's pleas, making him lazily slouch onto the empty space of the sofa. he gently grabbed her wrist and placed her relaxed digits over the growing erection hidden under the fabric of his shorts.

he placed his own palm over y/n's hand, applying some kind of pressure. "i'm hard and you've been ignoring me so, now that i've gotten your attention, the least you could do i make me feel good.. right?"

y/n's eye's slightly widened, hesitantly turning her attention towards kuroo. "and you ask for my help by sounding like a stuck record and calling my name every five seconds?" y/n's fingers slightly adjusted against his gradually hardening erection causing a sharp breath to pass through his teeth. "well, it got me what i wanted, didn't it?".

"trust me, you're not gonna want this"

"whatever you say, pretty" y/n hummed to kuroo's words, knowing that his cocky demeanor will soon melt into nothing with a couple of sensitive touches. she suddenly applied an immense amount of pressure onto his print, feeling the grip of kuroo's own palm slightly tighten around her hand.

using her unoccupied hand, she removed kuroo's grip from her occupied one, giving him nothing to actually grasp onto other than the throw pillow that rested next to him. y/n made swift movement's, sitting up and hurdling a leg over his thighs, now straddling his figure.

she heard the staggered sigh leave her boyfriend's lips, signifying his usual impatience. examining his sudden, lust filled expression, y/n decided to shift her position, to rest her clothed core against the length of kuroo's erection. he let out a small whine at the pressure that was suddenly applied, and it only became drawn out when y/n swayed her hips to meet his own.

"you've been louder than this before, you trying to keep your pride?" with her word's, kuroo uncontrollably tightened the muscle in his abdomen, the line between accepting his guilty pleasure and keeping his cocky facade suddenly becoming a blur.

y/n reached beside her, taking the tv's remote into her hold, aiming it at the sensor to adjust the volume to zero. "w-what was that for?" he asked through staggering breaths, his movement suddenly becoming uncontrollable. "i wanna hear you"

she slid her hand under the hem of kurro t-shirt, resting her palm against his waist, feeling satisfaction due to the way he shivered slightly from her touch. she carefully rubbed her thumb against his warm skin, leaning down to place small kisses to his neck.

kuroo only tilted his head a bit, giving y/n more access. with the hand that rested under his shirt, she parted from his skin and assisted kuroo with pulling the restricting fabric over his head. "fuck, this isn't fair, y/n"

"you're the one who wanted my help" y/n smiled before placing chaste pecks onto kuroo's chest, she practically felt his heartbeat quicken against her lips. he whined at her expected response because, afterall, he knew y/n well enough to know that she would never have an intimate moment if it didn't include teasing the living soul out of him.

but today, y/n did feel generous enough to give kuroo at least a small bit of satisfaction. hooking two digits into the hem of his sweat-shorts, she teasingly pulled it down, just enough to expose his v-line. placing small taps to the muscles indention, she let out a hum when she saw his veins become more prominent in his arm when his grip tightened onto the throw pillow.

"you're loving this, aren't you, tetsu?"

"quite the fucking opposite, your teasing feels unbearable when it's anywhere but-" kuroo's words stopped when he felt y/n firmly palm his restrained erection. "here?" she finished his sentence. kuroo couldn't manage to fathom a reply since his voice was occupied with a low moan.

y/n finally pulled down kuroo's shorts, leaving the loose hem to rest on his mid-thighs. when y/n finally looked up at him, she placed a small kiss onto his lips before mumbling a quick apology. "for what?"

"you'll find out soon enough"

y/n focused her gaze to kuroo's now complete erection. she finally realized why he was being so needy and impatient. he was desperately in need of a release and it was evident by the way he stiffened into her fist when she wrapped her hand around his member. he let out a breathy swear, lazily leaning his head back and onto the sofa's perimeter. "more"

y/n made fast and smooth movements with her wrist, jerking kuroo into her tightly wrapped fist. his hips uncontrollably contorted and bucked upwards, making y/n place a firm palm to his pelvis, lessening the intensity of his movements. "y/n-fuck"

small incoherent babbles fell from kuroo's lips, the last set of curses coming out as a silent plea when his erection jerked in y/n's hold. y/n immediately released her grip around kuroo, he let out a whine of frustration at the lost pleasure. his breathing was unsteady and tears were resting on the hem of his bottom lashline when his eyes shut tightly.

the liquid escaped from their place, slowly drifting down his facial structure. y/n leaned forward before placed her lips next to his ear. "i told you, you wouldn't have wanted this" she mumbled. a sharp breath once again passed though his teeth.

"y/n..just- please let me cum"

to be quite honest, y/n did feel a bit bad due to the fact that he'd been actually quite patient despite his words. kuroo didn't touch himself, he let y/n hear all of his pleasure filled noises, and he tried his hardest to keep himself together.

rewrapping her hand around kuroo's painful erection, she used her thumb, swiping it across his tip to spread his precum around the entirety of his member, hips bucking against her palm. "y/n...i'm s-sensitive" he said through hitched breaths. letting out a hum and nodding at kuroos warning, y/n continued her previous movements, wrist moving gracefully to please him.

this time, the pressure of her palm against his pelvis was a bit lighter, causing his hips to visibly buck into y/n's fist. kuroo was practically positive that y/n would only continue the cycle of working him up just to forbid him from releasing but, a sigh of relief left his lips at y/n's next words.

"tetsu, you can cum now"

kuroo's hips repeatdly bucked with every stroke of y/n's hand, she had no choice but to reapply the heavier pressure on his pelvis to keep his bucking hips, slightly steady. letting out whining moans of y/n's name, he felt satisfied when he felt the warm liquid pump from his tip and onto his tensed abdomen.

his watery eye's looked up to y/n. she was focused on the liquid that slowly drooled down the back of her hand, still pumping his softening member til he'd let her know that he was satisfied enough. kuroo lifted a shaky hand to grasp y/n's wrist, stopping her movements so he wouldn't suffer from overstimulation.

"you're no fun" she said through a sigh when her hand was removed from his member.

"and you're too much fun"

#sorry for typos #kuroo x reader #hq kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo testuro #kuroo smut #kuroo tetsuro x you #kuroo tetsurō #hq smut #kinktober #anime and manga #anime smut #nekoma #hq nekoma #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu kuroo

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mauvecherie-writes · 2 years

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Tears On My Pillow.

Pairing: Oscar Isaac x Black F!Reader

Summary: So frustrated with your situation, you can’t help but cry … however, it just turns Oscar on even more.

Warning: MINORS DNI, NSFW, explicit smut, PWP, crying during sex, teasing, usage of ‘Daddy’.

WC: 0.6K

Kinktober Day 3: Crying.

As if the teasing that he had put you through during the dinner wasn’t enough, Oscar decided that he would continue with the game when you had made it to be bedroom. The light touches and licks until you were withering with anticipation simply wasn’t enough for him.

“Please, please, please, baby, I can’t!” You desperately whispered as he licked at your core until your orgasm neared its peak. His rugged beard scratched the flesh of your thighs leaving an uncomfortable burn that you could not escape as his body pressed you down into the bed.

His shoulders pushed your legs apart as his hands parted your slits as if to get his tongue any deeper into you. One of your hands ran through his salt and pepper locks and gripped at the roots and your other pulled at the sheets as your body twisted away from his ruthless tongue.

Your throat hurt from the screaming and tears began to line with tears from the overwhelming pleasure brewing in the pit of your stomach. He was giving you everything that he got but still not enough, just pulling you in so much to the edge but never pushing you off. You pleaded and begged but it seemed like Oscar was determined to ruin you.

Your breathing got heavier as your screams got louder, your climax just within reach but Oscar quickly pulled his mouth away from your engorged clit.

“Fuck you!” You cursed at him as you began to pound your soft fists at his body as the tears you had been keeping at bay began to fall from the agonising frustration. His hearty chuckle vibrated through your core. Giving you one more lick, he kissed all the way up your body until he captured your lips.

The lack of undress on his part was annoying as you wanted to feel his bare chest on yours but lost in the pleasure of his lips on yours, it was an annoyance you were willing to let go. His hand slipped in between your bodies and swiftly led himself into your cunt.

He gave you no time to breathe as he pistoned his hips, hammering at your spot and bursting your bubble. He grabbed the back of your neck and leaned his forehead against yours as he took in your every facial expression. You could barely breathe and you were trying to push him away as he fucked you through your orgasm.

“Fffuuu —.” You gasped. Oscar growled, throbbing inside of you at the sight of your tears. There was just something about seeing you cry as he fucked you that turned him and motivated him to get more out of you.

Your body convulsed in his arms as you drenched him with your juices. His balls and thighs were covered in your slick, the wet sound echoing in the room as he thrusted in and out of you. He got onto his knees and held onto your waist as his eyes never left your face.

Through the haze of your tears you saw his eyes downcast at you, his teeth biting on his bottom lip as he focused on you. Your breath was hitched in your throat as body began to quake once more. Since allowing you to cum, he wasn’t stopping until you were utterly spent.

“You win! Fuck! Daddy okay okay, I get it!” You cried, screaming as your back arched off the bed. Oscar dropped above you, taking your brownie coloured nipple into his mouth, grazing it with it with teeth more before pulling away to lick away your tears.

“Cry some more for me baby, maybe then I’ll stop.” He mumbled against your tear stained cheeks.

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#mauvecherie writes #tears on my pillow fic #oscar isaac x you #oscar isaac x black reader #oscar issac x reader #oscar Isaac x black reader insert #oscar isaac fanfiction #oscar isaac fanfic #oscar isaac smut #oscar isaac

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newtabfics · 8 months

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Had an idea when wearing the korok mask. Can I have some NSFW of Link and reader in Korok Forest who was raised by the Great Deku Tree. She wears a Korok mask but when they get intimate she allows him to take it off, just thought it'd be very sweet but I'm also thirsty for Link so yeah lol

Curiosity of the Maiden

Triggers: innocent reader. I mean, completely innocent. So maybe slight corruption kink on Link's part. Snoo-snoo.

She beamed as she saw him in Lake Saria, moving carefully through the trees. She could see him reacting to her presence, trying to find whoever might be nearby.

He didn't find her until she dove into the water, scaring the daylights out of him and making her laugh as she swam to him.

Her eyes rounded under her mask as she approached him, watching the Hero retreat from her. "Why are you running?" She asked sweetly. "Did I scare you that bad?"

"Well uh...I'm uh, naked," he said. She tilted her head, curious as she watched him adjust to hide himself. "It's a Hylian thing," he admitted. "We don't really expose ourselves except to people we'd want to be...married to."

"What's married?"

"Mated. Like soul mates or animals."

She hummed in understanding as she watched him before smiling and stripping down, leaving only the mask to hide her face. Link's face grew red as she tossed her leaf clothing aside, smiling at him sweetly.

Link gulped thickly. Her hand reached out tenderly, fingertips grazing over his chest before blinking as she reached down, grabbing a hold of his length. "Fu--" he whimpered, grabbing her wrist. "You...no."

"But it's weird," She said, tilting her head as she pulled his hand between her legs. He shivered as he felt her warm core against his palm. "How come yours sticks out?"

"Cuz--Well, I don't know why but it just does!" He said, flustered. "Y/n, you're killing me here."

"i am!?" She squeaked, pulling away. She gasped when the jolt made his finger rub against her clit. her cheeks flushed as she gulped, eying him. "Do that again."

Link sent whatever prayers he could to Hylia as he pulled her closer. "Y/N, like I said, only mates do that."

"What if I want to be your mate? Will you do that with your fingers?" She asked.

He gulped as he saw her eyes glimmering under the mask, her tongue wetting her lips.

"There's more to it than just...just that." He bit his lip as he eyed her. He would be lying if he said he wasn't interested. Her frame was perfect, every fantasy he'd ever had of her just right there in front of him, begging for touch. "You might need to leave the forest if we do this."

her eyes flickered before she straightened and nodded. He gulped. "In that case, we do this. It's called a kiss. Only mates do this. We press our mouths together. Like...this," he whispered as he leaned in, gently kissing her.

The leaf tickled his nose as she moved closer to him, her body shivering under his touch. "Hero," she mumbled, cheeks flushing. "My body…feels so tingly."

Link gulped. "You're excited. You're enjoying this. Right?" She nodded, pressing against her. "Alright. I'm going to do something. Trust me, alright?"

"I've always trusted you," She assured him with a smile that melted into a gasping moan when his mouth found her neck and his hand cupped her breast. His fingers twisted carefully as he pulled her closer, relishing in her whimpers. "L-Link," She moaned.

Link shuddered and licked gently at her skin as his cock throbbed. He moved to sit on the rock beneath him, pulling her close as she moved into his lap. Her body pressed against him should've been enough to fuel his later fantasies but her curiosity was overbearing as she reached down and gripped him too tight.

"Ah, l-loosen your grip," He grunted, reaching down and guiding her fingers. "Move slowly, okay?"

She nodded as she felt his fingers slide between her legs, rubbing her clit carefully. Her moan made him bite gently on her shoulder, fingers twitching lightly against her clit in time with her hand's pumping. When she sped up, so did he.

Y/N moaned softly and gulped, removing her mask. She watched his eyes widen as he saw her and kissed him, moaning as she stroked him faster. With a hum, an idea formed in her head as she adjusted, rubbing her folds along his length.

"Does…mm…" she moaned, rutting slowly. "Does that feel good, Hero?"

"Yeah. Just be careful. I don't want you to hurt–" He gasped and moaned loudly when she accidentally sunk down completely on him.

The sudden intrusion made her body jolt and shudder almost violently as her nails dug into his shoulders, shaking as she moved her hips. "It-it feels good!" She whined. "This feels really good, Link! Is this o-okay?"

Link moaned and nodded, panting as he held himself back. Her tight warmth around him beneath the water had nearly made him fall over the edge with her. Her orgasm nearly made him come!

Her curiosity would be the death of him.

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quicktosimp · 4 months

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Blinded

Kinkmas Day 12

Warnings: Kuru Play, Sex Toys, Dom!Spider, Sub!Reader, Omatikaya!Reader, Degradation, Drooling, Alien Genitalia

A/N: Sorry this was rushed

@neteyamsyawntu

I’m on my knees, my arms bound high above my head, and my legs spread wide, knots tied behind my knees, keeping me in place. Spider had placed several of these tawtute things inside my slit, my inner tendrils wrapping around the objects, thinking that it was something to mate with. Each of the small objects buzzed around inside me, stimulating each tendril.

“Spider, please,” I whimper, having been in this position for hours.

The buzzing was intoxicating but unable to bring me to finish, stuck on the edge but unable to go over the edge.

Spider leaned over me, tangling his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back, “Why are you so greedy? You already have all these toys inside you, yet you’re still demanding more? Such a naughty girl,” Spider let go of my hair.

I remained looking at him, needing to be obedient, “You’re lucky I’m merciful and that seeing you write in pleasure is my favorite sight,” Spider reached down and tugged on the wires connecting the buzzing objects inside me; the pleasure was electric as each of my inner tendrils was forced to adjust when none of them wanted to let go of the stimulation.

“Please!” I beg as my inner slit is attacked by the overwhelming feeling. I tried to hunch over to protect my exposed slit.

A deep sigh leaves Spider's lips, and one by one, he pulls the objects out of me, each of my tendrils attempting to hold onto the objects but ultimately releasing them, clattering onto the forest floor, buzzing about. I looked up at Spider, my eyes wet with tears, as he left me there aching.

Spider roughly grabbed my hair, pulling my neck taunt, “Don’t look at me like that, you know better than to interrupt me,” he looked at me crossly, but then he paused before he smirked at me, “But it’s a good thing I have a different plan for you.”

He loosened his grip and trailed his hand down to the crown of my head, fingering at the top of my kuru. He gripped the base of my kuru and slid his hand down. This was a different pleasure, a deep throbbing in my core from the slow general glide. My mouth drops as moans spill from my lips.

“You know I’ve always wished to have a kuru, an extension of myself that can connect to Eywa herself. Yet, it comes with a price. The most sensitive part of your anatomy,” Spider explains.

I shudder when his hand grips the end of my kuru and lifts it to his face, exposing the pink tendrils.

“Absolutely beautiful,” Spider mutters as he watches the tendrils waving in front of his eye.

I squirmed as the most sacred part of my body was on display. Taking a lone finger, Spider placed it above the tendrils, watching as they tried to reach for the appendage. I looked up at Spider wide-eyed, eager but dreading his next move.

Spider moved his face so his lips brushed against mine as he spoke, “Pretty things deserve to be pet, don’t they?” His smirk was as beautiful as it was deadly.

And that’s when I felt it, the tendrils of my kuru wrapped around his finger. My mind blanked at the touch, and my brain couldn’t focus, taken over by the feeling of my kuru—the extension of my being and soul wrapped around Spider’s fingers. Not a thought could pass my mind. Then he curled his finger. It was like electricity flowing through my body; shocks of pleasure hit throughout my body, hitting my slit and the corresponding tendrils as if they were the ones being stroked. My head leans back limply as moans are forced out of my mouth.

“Finally, shut that mouth of yours,” Spider's tone was condescending, not that I understood that.

Each curl and wave of his finger shot through my body. Despite my eyes being open, I couldn’t see anything; everything was white, with shots of color flowing through my vision. I cannot hear anything over the sound of my heart beating. I am only able to focus on my kuru.

“Damn, I really did just fuck you dumb? You haven’t even noticed you’re drooling, have you? What am I saying? You probably can't even understand what I’m saying,” Spider’s voice was dark as he chuckled at me.

With his free hand, he shook my head from side to side, “So fucking dumb,” Spider laughed.

I whined in response; as he had stopped moving his finger around, I attempted to thrust my hips forward, trying to get any attention.

“Yet you’re still needy, like a bitch in heat. Maybe I should tie you up in the middle of the woods and let any man use you. I know Lo’ak and Neteyam have been looking. Maybe after a couple of rounds of them mating you, would fix your problem,” He mused, returning to playing with my kuru.

The only word I recognized was mate. I need to, mate. The pleasure is good, but I need to be filled. I’m so tired of being empty. I just want to cum, and cum, and cum…

Spider’s voice was teasing as he said, “Time for some more fun because I don’t think you’ve had enough,” He poked my nose.

The buzzing sound became louder as something was forced inside my slit again, and this was just the beginning.

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subskz · 1 year

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.... I'M BACK.

NEED TO FUCK CHANNIE EVERYWHEREEEEE CAN'T KEEP MY HANDS OFF OF HIM CAN'T KEEP MY HANDS OFF OF HIM CAN'T KEEP MY HANDS OFF OF HIM

riding him cowgirl style and watching the way his cute angelic face scrunches together in concentration, his mouth hangs open in awe bc everything feels good and he hesitantly places his hands on your hips, just to feel you there

need to ride him on the bed and HE WOULD BE THE TYPE TO DO THAT BEAR HUG THING, PULLING YOU DOWN ONTO HIS CHEST AND WRAPPING HIS ARMS AROUND YOU, NEEDING TO FEEL YOU CLOSE, WANTING TO HUG YOU AND SHOW AFFECTION THIS WAY AND I'D EATTTT ITTTT UPPPPPP BARK BARK BARK

need NEEEEEED him to cling onto you while you're bent over the table, or sink or anything and he's so desperately rutting against you, squeezing the fat on your thighs, tummy, breasts, EVERYTHING..... imagine taking one of the hands that's wrapped around you down to your pussy and making him rub your clit.... HE'D CHOKE. HE'S SO SHYYYYY EEEEEE ARGH AEGJ ABRL BARK AVRK

NEED TO FUCK HIM IN A CAR IN A SECLUDED, PRIVATE SPOT HE QUICKLY SWERVED INTO BC YOU LITERALLY CAN'T KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF OF HIM AND HE CAN'T CONCENTRATE AND HE WOULD DESPERATELY GRIND AGAINST YOUR CLOTHED MF CORE BC HE'S RILED UP BUT MOST OF ALL HE JUST WANTS YOU TO TAKE THE INITIATIVE AND REMOVE AN LAYER YOU WANT ARGH ARGH BARK GAEK AVRK

WANT HIM TO LAY ON THE EDGE OF THE BED, LEGS CROSSED AND UP AGAINST YOUR SHOULDERS AND I WANT TO REACH HIS PROSTATE W MY STRAP SO DEEP LIKE I'M TRYING TO REACH THE DEEPEST PART OF HIS SOUL AND OVERTAKE IT LIKEEEEE HE NEEDS TO FEEL THE STRAP IN HIS THROATTTTTT AND IT MAKES HIM ALL CHOKED UP OUT OF LOVE AND PLEASURE EEEEEEEEEEE BANGS HEAD AGAINST WALL BANGS HEAD AGAINST WALL BANGS HEAD AGAINST WALL

I'M GOING INSANE.

IT’S THAT TIME OF THE DAY AGAIN…BANG CHRISTOPHER CHAN GET OVER HERE‼️ literally every one of these scenarios has me a different flavor of unwell oh my god you are so determined to send us all spiraling w u 😵‍💫

the hesitation before resting his hands on your hips got me so good…he’s so insatiable when it comes to physical touch but even so his hands still hover over your skin in uncertainty and big eyes look up to you for permission for even the most innocent of touches ㅠㅠ a polite and thoughtful angel even when he needs you so bad

THE BEAR HUG….ENOUGH </3 channie is not content unless every last one of his senses is fully overcome w just you…nestling his face in the crook of your neck and breathing in your scent, pawing and grabbing at any part of your body he can get his hands on, and somehow still begging for more through all his gasps and whines 💔 and i’m actually abt to lose it thinking abt his reaction to you guiding him to touch you, he absolutely would choke!! the way he’s still so shy and flustered despite the fact that you are literally having sex just makes it all the more adorable

the thought of his legs crossed up on your shoulders is actually the final straw for me are you kidding…he feels so small and secure in that moment bending to your every will he might even get a lil emotional abt it ㅠㅠ he wants to feel you so hard and deep inside him that any time he’s around you for the next few days he can still feel the effects of it, getting turned on all over again <33

#ask #catboy anon #💌 channie #channie. *blows up and dies*

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browneyedgirly93 · 1 year

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Like An Autumn Breeze

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Summary: You are the youngest Archeron sister only 16 years old when you are shoved into the cauldron along with your two eldest sisters. You quickly learn that you are mated to the heir of The Autumn Court.

Eris x Reader

Warnings: fear?

Word Count: 1562 A/N: This is my first multipart fic! I hope you enjoy it, I know that this premise has been done a ton but I hope you enjoy my rendition of it! :)

Part One

I was grabbed by two of Hybern’s guards and dragged towards the cauldron so much rage was coursing through my body, I began clawing at the soldiers bucking wildly trying to get out of their grasp. Nothing was working, they were much stronger than I was. If I hadn’t been gagged I would have spit in their faces. I continued flailing and bucking as I was lifted up and dropped into the water.

I tried to grab the side of the cauldron but the soldiers pushed me down into the freezing cold water. Suddenly it felt like a fire had erupted in my heart and in that instant, I knew I was dying. I could feel my limbs extending with excruciating pain, it felt like every muscle was being torn. The fire was pulsing through my veins and I couldn’t contain it any longer. I watched as flames shot out of my hands in firey ribbons, mixing with the black inky water it began swirling around me. It was beautiful and terrifying all at once.

“The youngest of the sisters, your soul burns with rage and fear” an ancient voice filled my head as the fire swirled closer around me the temperature getting hotter. “This fire is not ordinary fire, it burns brighter and hotter than the rest.” The fire engulfed me burning me to my core. With that the cauldron tipped and I was dumped on the floor gasping for air. Feyre rushed to my side reaching out to me she pulled her hand away looking down to see a burn mark, looking down at me I met her eyes.

“It burned me” I rasped out as everything went black.

It had been a month since that awful day in Hybern when my sisters and I had been made Fae by the Cauldron. I was living in The Night Court in the House of Wind with my Elain, Nesta and Lucien while Cassian and Azriel looked after us. I had been watching as Elain wasted away to nothing and Nesta watched over her, neither one of them even bothering to ask how I was feeling.

I was so angry, I felt like I was going to burst into flame at any moment. I didn’t feel like myself anymore, my entire body was different I was taller and my limbs were longer. My face was more angular and sharp, with pointed ears, my eyes seemed bigger than before and my hair had changed shades. Instead of the golden-brown hair my sisters and I had shared, mine had changed to a more orange tone. I didn’t recognize the female in the mirror anymore and that made me so angry.

I needed to do something with all this pent-up anger, I needed to turn this rage into something positive or it would eat me alive. Before I could change my mind I went searching for Azriel, asking him to winnow me to the townhome. He did so without any questions and then immediately faded into the shadows.

I walked to Rhysands office, beginning to feel a bit nervous. I raised my hand to knock and before my knuckles hit the door I heard him calling. “Come in Y/N!” I pushed open the wooden door and walked in. He was sitting at his desk watching me with a feline smile plastered on his face. “What can I do for you today?”

I sat down in one of the leather chairs facing his desk and placed my hands in my lap, taking a deep breath I said “I want to help with the preparations for the oncoming war.”

“Is that so?” he asked a hint of amusement flickered in his violet eyes as he leaned back in his chair stretching out his legs in front of him and placing an ankle on his knee. I stared into his eyes nodding.

“I don’t have many skills, but I am willing to learn” I said trying to hold the gaze of The High Lord of The Night Court, his face unreadable. Silence filled the room and I fidgeted slightly, he was either in deep thought or having a silent conversation with someone from the Inner Circle. The silence was nearly deafening, I could feel the flame flickering to life inside of me. “Please Rhys I need to do something, I can’t keep sitting around in that house anymore.” I pleaded.

“Alright, you begin training with Cassian and Azriel tomorrow morning. Have you been experimenting with your powers?” he said simply. I shook my head as fear flittered across my eyes and I watched his face change, he looked at me with such sympathy. “Have you tried to use your powers at all?”

“No, I’m too afraid” I sighed looking down at my hands ashamed.

“Y/N I know you’re afraid, but we need to start working on learning about your powers. Not just so you can learn to use them, but so nothing happens to you because of them.” he lets out a puff of air. “I would never forgive myself and I know Feyre would murder me if anything happened to you.”

“How?” I whispered.

“We will work together to figure it out, in the afternoons after you’ve finished working with Cass or Az I will meet with you and we will start learning about your powers. If I cannot be there I will send Mor or Amren in my place.” he smiled softly at me. “On days we are not training your magic you will be learning to read and write, if Feyre was neglected in her studies I can only assume you were as well.”

“Yes” I nodded raising my eyes to meet his, his gaze was filled with sympathy. “Thank you Rhys!”

“I will collect you after lunch tomorrow and we will begin our first lesson.” There was a knock on the door and Cassian joined us. Rhys explained the plan for my training and Cassian was excited to see what I could do.

I had stepped away from the sparring ring to gulp down a cold glass of water and turn to find Cassian stalking over to me with a smirk on his face.

“Please tell me you’re not gonna make me train for longer” I said while crossing my arms across my chest. He shook his head chuckling at me.

“You’re in luck this time, Rhys wants you down at the Town House.” he said grabbing my hand gently and lifting me into his arms.

“Cass, what are you doing?” I shrieked as he took to the skies and we flew through the skies causing him to roar with laughter. I squeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could not wanting to look, another shriek left my lips as I felt us falling and suddenly we were floating down slowly. My feet hit the ground and I opened my eyes, whirling on Cassian my fists already raise he was already on the porch of the Townhouse holding the door open for me.

“Ladies first” he said bowing slightly, I glared at him.

“I hate you” lifting my hand and pinching him in the arm, his yelp quickly turned to laughter as he followed me through the door.

“No you don’t” he smirked and walked over to the couch and flopped down. I stomped further into the house to see Rhys and Feyre waiting in the living room.

“Y/N” A smiling Feyre looks up at me, her lips thinned into a grimace as she looked at Cassian. “What did you do?”

“Absolutely nothing” he smirked stretching his legs out on the low-lying coffee table and placing his hands behind his head.

“Nothing!?” I scoffed throwing my arms in the air dramatically. “I’m afraid of heights Cassian!” The three of them burst out laughing and I can’t help but join in.

“I’m sorry Y/N” Cassian says getting up and patting me on the crown of my head, I swat at him as he scurries away. I walked towards my sister and her mate sitting down in a large velvet chair across from the couch they are occupying.

“So what’s up?” I ask.

“We have a mission for you of sorts” Rhys smiled at me, I lift an eyebrow in question and he continues. “As you know we are working to form an alliance with the Autumn Court and specifically with Eris Vanserra the eldest of Beron’s sons and his heir.”

“In a few days we will be going to Hewn City for one of our regular visits, and we would like you to join us.” Feyre took over from Rhys. My stomach tightened, I had not been to the Court of Nightmares yet but had been told about it. They could both sense my fear. “You will be safe Y/N!”

“We ask you to come because Eris will be joining us that evening and we would like you to entertain him.” Silence filled the room as they both watched me, my gaze was shifting between them.

“Why? What’s wrong with him?” I squinted at them.

“He’s an arrogant, obnoxious asshole. But I’m sure you’ll put him in his place.” Rhys winked at me with a laugh as Cassian bounded back into the room with a bottle of wine, four stemmed glasses appeared on the table in front of us.

#acotar fanfiction #eris x reader #eris vanserra x reader #acotar #rhysand #feyre #cassian #azriel

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xanuchi · 2 years

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Poisonously — 🌹Beautiful.

overblot!riddle x reader.

yandere warnings; triggering themes of blood, depressive things and all sorts of other angsty emo shit 🤩🤩🌹✨

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡． 🌹♟

"Perfect.."

Darkness swarms your vision, heart pacing rapidly and throbbing out of your chest almost so painfully.

Silk embedded in soft cotton, his skin was so cold, pale, yet soft. A dark echoing laughter had stained your head, smearing the wretched failure of your withering rosed friends. Riddle kept you by his side, he wanted nobody else. He wanted nothing more than just you.. Your scent is so fucking intoxicating, and he would get a whiff of your scent by leaning in, holding your head while forcing it to come closer to him; so he can admire your smell, something nobody else could ever replicate or replace..

"P-Please." You'd blubber out incoherent comments, begs and pleas. Ace felt his life drain out second by second, darkness filling his vision as the black air held so thick, a knife couldn't even cut it. Trey remained strong, yet the air was intoxicated by such a strong substance that you could hardly recognise yourself. And nobody could breathe it in..

"My, look at you fools!" Riddle barked, cackling and laughing with such horrific glee as his friends fell before him.

Yes, yes.. Yes!

Kneel before him.

Kneel before the Queen..

They all choked, croaking and taking sharp breaths, it was so much to bear. The substance, thick and strike rotten down to the core; The tears stained in the men's eyes. Your body couldn't handle it either, they all hated it. They couldn't reach Riddle.. the worse part about it is that they can't even fucking help him. The black fog thickened even more now, clouded with shamelessness and greed. Darker than any poison, rotten than any sweet stricken apple..

Riddle carefully chuckled against your ear, eyes flamed in a hellish, crimson blade of fire. Blood richer than any wine and staining the tip of his fingers that coursed its way down his arm..

"You..You don't get it. You blubbering fools! I'M IN THE RIGHT." He screamed, screeching like a withered being from its core soul.

"YOU.. You would never understand HOW I feel! After all this time.. I'll finally have everyone obey every command.. I'll have (Name) bow before me!"

He chuckled horrifically, grabbing you by the neck as his smile twisted sinisterly.. You choked, gasping; Your body was lifted into the air.. He let go, yet your body remained lifted by a dark fog circling your body and chaining you in your place, right where you belong.

"You're ever so gorgeous like this, (Name). Do you like it? Do you adore this sight?"

Your body moved on its own, turning around to face your friends, colour driven out of their skin as they suffocated from such thick air inhaled in their lungs.. You didn't want this! No, please someone save them! Someone save you.. Someone–

Someone save him..

You shook your head, sobbing at the sight of your friends laid on the floor of earths surface. The chilly air gripped onto your skin, piercing your chest as you let out a sudden scream; a painful, blood-ridden cry etched out from your lips.

"Riddle, t-this isn't—" You coughed, blood splattering out of your lips as you breathed heavier, oxygen starting to lose your touch; The maze was filled with dark fog, soon reaching your lungs.

You burned, screaming for him to release you. You couldn't.. God— This is how it ends..? You didn't get to go back home.

You blurred in your vision, seeing a bright light unfold with your bruised lips opening softly to speak, yet nothing came out. A groan, a weak one. Your lungs burned from the lack of air, chest heaving a thousand bricks pressed against it as the thick fog pressed against you like a tight snake coiling itself around your throat and body, squeezing the very life out of you.

"M-Mom... D-Dad..—" You sobbed; whispering. You wanted them more than anything, faint vision of them holding you, warmly..

But Riddle? Riddle didn't care. He didn't care about your family. Why would he give away the very thing he loves the most? Pressure drilled and driving him to insanity by the second, anger and frustration and confusion swirling in his head.. was it really right? Torturing your friends, all just to prove a point?

Riddle looked at you, squeezing your cheeks with just one hand as he cupped your face under your chin and gripped you ferociously; Riddle pulled your face towards his, lips just inches apart as you felt his breath.. cold. Chilling down to the spine as you widened your eyes and felt yourself tearing up uncontrollably and spilling all of such salty tears on his fingers.

"Shh, don't cry my petite doll.. It's just you and me.. And nobody can save you now. You have no idea how long I crave for your touch.. God you smell so wonderful, my dear."

He chuckled into your ear, pulling your body closer as you suffocated under his grasp, body spasming and legs kicking in mid air, yet nothing could be done.. Magic was far stronger than your teensy weensy efforts to keep yourself stable at bay.

" Don't fight it.. Just relax, dear.."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #headcanons #fiction #riddle rosehearts #riddle x y/n #twisted wonderland riddle #ace trappola #cater diamond #deuce spade #trey clover #angst #twisted wonderland angst #riddle x reader angst #overblot x reader

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jettyfisher · 8 months

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Retelling of a scene from a Hunter session. Kinda NSFW. Just putting this here for my own reading tbh. Cut with no context. You have been warned. (TL;DR Hunter gets bit by a vampire and likes it. Gets away and is left feeling fucked up about it.)

Before the axe could connect with his neck, he grabbed me and pulled me from the railing effortlessly.

His hand gripped my wrist tightly, and I had no option but to look at him. His eyes were like the bottom of a well. Shadowed in mystery, and cold as the void.

At first, I felt his wrath. Like at any moment he would smite me. I begged him not to, that my blood was tainted by a mold. A poison that rots my core. He looked upon me, unmoved by my plea. So I coughed upon him to deter his interest. Only, a droplet of blood escaped my lips. As if the mold dared to test his resolve.

The ruby jewel of blood planted itself upon his lip like a kiss. His eyes flashed and his tongue rolled over the offering with delight. His scowl turned to a warm smile. His hands, ever so slightly softened on my wrists.

My heart beat throbbed inside so loud I could hear it. The longer I stared, the more I fell into the dark pools of his eyes. I saw the flash of his teeth. The glint of his fangs. He was beautiful. Like a panther before it would pounce.

It was the end for me, so I thought. A rabbit caught his paws. I remembered I had read about the kiss of a vampire and how it felt like ecstasy. The most dangerous part is it was worth dying for.

I spoke softly to him and admitted that dying by his teeth would be a favourable way to go compared to any other way of death. And I asked, if it would truly feel as enjoyable as some accounts said? His smile brimmed with amusement. Their body leaned close to me to whisper reassuringly that his kiss would be the most pleasurable experience in all my life. A rush of heat flushed my face and chest. The sound of his lips parted close to my ear. He came only partially towards me, his other hand sliding up to grasp my arm. I closed my eyes and expelled my trembling breath to brace against his fangs.

My hand clenched against the handle of the axe as it hung loosely in my grip. I thought to make a final effort to cleave his head right off but the gentle prick of his fangs sent a wave of ease throughout my body. Nerves forgot the axe, as it fell to the stairway. My thundering heart was lulled into a false security. It was as if his mouth touched my neck, I was brought to a home that welcomed me.

A flame ignited inside the hearth of my soul. A yearning I had never felt for anyone. Fear thrown to the wayside, my arms reached forth to embrace him, pulling him close to me. To hold him desperately to my flesh like a lonely girl starved of love and affection.

His body moved into mine like I was his church. As though he knew of my halls, familiar and comforting. His arms slid around me, and his hands caressed up my waist and upon my back to hold me in a tender, euphoric embrace. I could feel my body sing with satisfaction, of the acceptance, of his intimacy.

My body became weightless as he picked me up off the stairs and into his hold. I remember feeling grateful for his gentleness towards me as he laid me down in the darkness of the room upstairs. I could no longer see him, but felt and heard every doting moan, and the lap of his hungry tongue against my skin. I heard the other vampire trudge about in the background of our intimate lock. Their eyes were watching with hunger. My devourer’s hold became tighter on me. Clutching my limp body like a possessive dragon to their new found treasure.

I whimpered quietly, as words failed to break my lips.

He paused to hush me, “Shh..” Only to dive eagerly back into my flesh. My hands lovingly held his head to my neck. His black, long hair was surprisingly soft and light. I wanted to feel this way forever, I thought. If only he could make time last just a moment longer.

A noise meekly came from my throat, and I was able to beseech that he took his time. I wanted to savour my death. I wanted to feel my soul rapture from the first and final bliss of my life. Maybe, he might let me go, just so that we could do this over and over again. Heaven damn me, I thought. Hell would consummate our souls. But, something shifted in him as I appealed to some heavy consideration. I felt him savour my blood like some vintage, fine wine. I had unwavering faith, I answered him in thought. Nothing could daunt my dedication. With a pant of satisfaction, his teeth retreated. The warm sensation of my vitae slithered down my neck. His voice, ripe with my essence, rang with certainty. Like true branding and a touch mark of his pride.

“Mine,” a whisper against my skin.

His divine word sounded like the gong of a church bell. My heart slowed. Time stretched infinite. I had not known true devotion, or love like this before. Though I had heard it sung by choirs and clergymen. My head was spinning, swooning at the thought that anyone could want me like this. And eat me so tenderly like him. The other vampire in the room grumbled, stepping closer to mutter of his own hunger. I felt my embracer tense angrily close to my body. He inhaled sharply and practically hissed at the tall, glowering man to go eat chopped off fingers down stairs if he was so hungry. He pulled me tight and declared I was not mere food. I was his. His to be enjoyed.

Defeated by the rage of the vampire that laid claim to me, the other obeyed and lumbered off. He left us alone. Hidden in perfect darkness. I felt… Alive. Though dying, true. Yet it was peaceful. Quiet. And he held me. Watching me as my will to keep fighting was dissolving. I felt like he was freeing me of my true pain. I was so.. Tired. I heard the voice of my Cell call my name. A light at the end of the tunnel flashed in my mind. Awoken from the deepest sleep of my life. They returned for me, I thought, like I did not believe it. I was not forgotten? Guy’s voice cried my name once more. Desperate. Frightened. My lips parted, some part of me wished to live. Live for them. “Guy?” I panted weakly. The beast above me stiffened and lost his focus for a moment to gauge the approaching voice of my Cell. I knew this would be hard. Hard to get up. Hard to leave and run away from this. But, the will to try burned just as badly as my will to be loved. My hands slipped between the dark vampire and I. Trained hands steadily grasped my camera and tilted the bulb directly upwards towards him. Snap. The bulb’s light lit up like a white high beam. It made my ears ring, and all the sound and sensation around me vanished for a second. The beast reeled back, cupping their face in pain from the blinding light. Not wasting my opportunity, I fell to my side out of his hold and staggered to my numb legs. I clambered for dear life down those stairs. My embracer roared with stunned delirium. Turned into a beast of hatred. He was not about to lose me. Not after every other fuck up for them tonight. He was going to get me, no matter what. This he would not fail. I could hear him bellow to his other vampire companion to not let me get away. His voice was laced with malice that it could shatter the stars. He meant death. He was death and my soul was laid claim to reap. ….

He might have been my sire, if only I hadn’t gotten away. And deep down, I wanted that fact to stay that way. Even now, knowing what he did. What he is. What he would do. Had I killed him, it wouldn't set me free. We were there in the dark, when he drew my first blood. A girl can never forget what that does to her heart.

#vtm #vampire the masquerade #hunter the reckoning #vampire bite #vampire #short story #dark #world of darkness #lasombra #htr #wod

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honeeslust · 8 months

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Satoru Gojo | how he talks you through it.

*art from Pinterest

‼️‼️🔞‼️‼️NSFW‼️‼️🔞‼️‼️

As I lay there with my legs spread out over the bed. I thought of you. About your hands and how you use them to bring you to the edge of never. I graze over my thighs with my fingertips, thinking of the way my heart flutters whenever it's your hands doing the same. God, I miss you. I bring my hand between my legs and clench your pillow tight with the other. The sweet smell of your shampoo still lingers on to satin plush that I squeeze between my thighs wishing it were you.

Just as I begin to swirl my fingers over my pussy, a familiar prickling tickles behind my ears. I know it's you but I still jolt with a sudden excitement. Just as always you appear in a flash of soft light and a million dazzling orbs that disappear before I can blink again.

"Well, whats this?"

Satoru crawls right up onto the bed and lies between my legs resting his head on the pillow. My lips part into a shy smile and I instantly bring my hands to my face.

"You caught me." I giggle as he grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. He knows. I stifle another laugh feeling a little embarrassed under his intense gaze. Even behind the blindfold, I can feel it.

"Well don't let me stop you," he says bringing my fingertip into his mouth. He holds it gently between his teeth and slip his tongue over the pad of my finger.

"But I've teased myself all night thinking of you."

He slowly slips his other hand under the pillow and touches my thigh. "Is that right?t"

"Yes. But I--" I stutter not sure how to tell him that I don't really know how to play with myself."

"What," he says still playing with my fingers.

"I can't do it. You know. Not the way you can. Nothing ever feels like what you do. It's been driving me fucking crazy."

"I can help you with that, you just need to get out of your head."

"But I've tried."

"Have you?"

I throw my head back rolling my eyes"You have no idea."

"Well let me help you,....lie back."

I do as I'm told but just as I go to move the pillow, he stops me.

"Not yet" he puts the pillow right back between my legs. "Close your eyes"

I lie still keeping the pillow tucked between my legs. I can't believe the position I'm in. It feels so vulnerable. But Satoru has a way of drawing me out of my shell. I never know how he'll surprise me. And I like it.

He talks me through every step with a voice so soothing my mind numbs to everything else around me. He talks me through how to touch my body and really feel how soft my skin is. Telling me how much every single part of my body was made to love. How every part of me is unique right down to the last molecule. By the time my fingers are working inside myself, teasing wetter and wetter to the sound of his voice. My skin dances with a thousand little tingles and my core contracts. I come undone on a hill of pride and adoration for myself. Swelling with love, my pussy rains down so hot and chill that shakes me and breaks my mind.

By the time I open my eyes again, he's moved the pillow and positioned his long lean body to cradle me underneath him.

A spark of new pleasure rides up from between my legs when he pushes two fingers inside me. hooking in so so so fucking deep. I can't stop spasming around his fingers and my eyes squeeze shut. It feels so fuckin good that it almost hurts.

"Oh my god Satoru,' I moan letting my head fall back.

Gojo reaches up and tugs my chin back up "Open those pretty eyes and look at me"

I pry my heavy lids open and through the blur of another oncoming climax, I see him, those eyes, so impossibly blue, opening up to my soul and dragging me into his, tearing at the seams of sanity, every muscle in my body tenses with pleasure.

"There you go pretty baby, Yes. You deserve it. All of it."

There aren't words, I just come, I COME and I COME and I COME and I COME.

"Have it all sweetheart. You're just so sweet pretty girl."

He kisses my stomach, slowly pulling me back to life. The warmth of his whisper flows cooly over the sheen of sweat on my skin "So sweet."

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piinkmiilksweetcreem · 6 months

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Working my writing muscle:

In the back of the library, we sit in the back where the fantasy books are. Criss cross on the floor with a few books strewn about our legs, we chat and giggle about our current read, a Fae romance filled with romantic, witty lords with large cocks. I gush about how the last book has been like a reward for being tenacious and reading all the other ones before it, but you hadn’t quite caught up yet. In fact you were in the middle of the steamy finale to our beloved series, on the tipping point of a particularly scrumptious scene where a couple characters partake in a bit of sneaky public play. So I ask if it would be okay if I cracked it open and read aloud where you left off. Quietly of course. This is a library after all. I thank my lucky stars I remembered to brush my teeth this morning and begin. The build up to the scene is short lived, and I read slowly when the scene is sensual and add breathy whines into the dialogue of the female characters. It is as delicious as I remember and I adore the blush I can see creeping across your face. You lean in as the scene gets increasingly heated, your pinky brushing the outside of my thigh. So thankful I wore a skirt today, goosebumps prickle on me at your touch. I can’t help but notice you wore one as well. Flowy and colorful. Open at the bottom. My core begins to heat at that thought. I swallow before I continue reading. The scene finishes, both characters reaching satisfaction. Sticky and huffing while draped across the bed. I finish reading the chapter and look up to find you’ve leaned in to my face level and our eyes meet. Pausing, there’s a thought of reaching across and grabbing the back of your neck and melting your face with mine that crosses my brain but I wait and study the strawberry kisses that have risen on your cheeks. And you do the thing, your eyes fluttering down to my lips and my neck, then back up again into my soul. I reach and pick up your hand from your knee, then behind your elbow, your arm, and finally I reach your neck just gently rubbing my thumb under your jawline. First, a pause that seemed to last forever and without words, you lean in slightly. I do to. Your lips are soft, I never expected less. Both of us are timid at first. We’d been dancing around this subject for months. Both of our husbands sat at home none the wiser of the scandalous activity happening in their wives’ favorite part of the library. Which made this so savory. You taste like white grape and weed, I never thought I’d enjoy either taste so much. Your tongue slips in and finds mine. Gently and shyly caressing mine into swirls and waves. Our bodies start to feel like they’re on vibrate. My hands explore your neck, hair, then down to your soft thighs. I can feel you pause, but you don’t back away. I leave my hand in place, but move my kisses to your jaw and down to your neck and I think I feel your body begin to boil. Your breathing is heavier than it was and I can feel your pulse under my lips. I take a gentle nibble at your ear and you whimper softly. So I pull away, looking both directions down the fantasy isle. We are all the way in the back in the middle of a school day, the library is quiet and empty for the most part save for a few mingling employees with carts. No where near us. But everything is within earshot in the quiet so this will be interesting. I look into your face and ask if you’re sure you want this and my heart beats wildly as your gears turn. You finally nod and I tell you to keep quiet or else everyone in here will hear how much of a needy little mess I am about to turn you into. Your eyes widen, I smile, then go to work. I keep everything light, my touch, my kisses, my slick little licks on your neck and ears. I can only imagine your eyes rolling back as I feel your arms grow weak, you lean back into the shelves for support. I twist onto my hands and knees, my mouth barely leaving your skin and then I find your mouth again. Our tongues dance and I place a hand on your thigh, lightly squeezing to apply some pressure and I love the shudder it produces.

Your core is practically begging for me mamas I am so pleased to see how much you’ve wanted this. I smile wickedly before sticking a finger into the front of your tank and pulling gently, exposing your silk white bra underneath then again at the top of that. I carefully pull it down and your nipple peeks out at me from underneath. I lean down, stick my tongue out, and just lightly lap at your nipple, now hard against the cold air, and slowly I flick my tongue, up, down, up, down, and around. Slow and torturous I just watch your eyes glaze over as I take it into my mouth and suck gently. Flicking it inside of my mouth between sucks and loops around it. Moans are escaping you now, but I can’t let them catch us back here princess we would lose our favorite spot. I drag my fingers lightly up your leg, the back of my fingers up the inside of your thigh, so light it’s giving you goosebumps and the I rub just outside your panties. You’re pushing into my hand but we can’t go too fast that’s no fun for me. I suck your perfect breast and press my thumb where your clit would be, the jolt through your body tells me I’ve hit true. By now I’ve pulled your bra all the way down exposing you to the isle of books. But you’re so sweet and embarrassed I just need to finish what I’ve started mamas. I begin circles on your cute little clit, I can feel you begin soaking through the fabric. I look down and pull my thumb away which creates that adorable little string that screams soaking and fuckable. I am going to devour you the next time I get you alone pretty girl. But for now I’ll gift you this moment, exposed to whoever could walk by and on the knife’s edge. There’s even shaking in your legs now as I’ve pressed my middle and ring finger into your slick hole through your panties, I’ve never stopped those circles. We don’t know how long it’s been, no one has come by but we hear them about us. You’re now slid down, rutting into my hand and pinching whatever nipple isn’t currently into my mouth when I can feel your floor begin to convulse. You’re going to cum for me right on this library floor and I will make sure there is a mess left behind. I vigorously flick your nipple with my tongue as I slip my hand into your panties and finally but slowly stick two fingers into the gushing hole. I begin to massage that spongey little spot at the top and I can feel the pressure in your belly building. Just relax baby girl. Relax and feel the throbbing behind your bladder. I press just a little harder and I can feel liquid begin to trickle down my wrist. I remove my fingers and the sound of the squirt hitting the hard floor made me bite my lip so I wouldn’t groan. Wet spots all over the back of your own skirt and breast hanging out of your shirt, panting and eyes dreamily low and on me. I begin finger fucking you. Fast and rubbing right along that g-spot inside, thumb rubbing your clit in whatever direction your bucking hips are taking it. Look at me baby while my fingers send you into the void. Squirt just spilling out of you, i come up from your boobs to press my mouth to yours swallowing whatever moans you can’t keep to yourself. Release finds you as you dig your nails into my shoulder to keep yourself composed as waves of electricity wash over you. We break apart finally, my hand is covered in your holy water, so much it creates the little webs as I open and close my fingers. You giggle as I lick them clean. We salvage the books from their places in the mess and brush off the plastic covers of droplets then place them back in their spots. I tie my sweater around your waist and adorn your nose with a kiss. We make our way to the desk to check our books out hand in hand and I can’t help but think my favorite part about dragging you through the library after soaking it’s floors is how flushed your face is and how droopy your eyes had become even though I could almost see the stimulation still buzzing behind them. Can you feel your heartbeat in your perfect gumball clit, princess? And then I send you home. Empty, happy, and in anticipation for next week.

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