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thatdamnmutt-exe · 4 days

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Levi was seated at his desk in his office, finishing up his paperwork for the day. He planned to light a candle to extend his work session, but noticed the bright light streaming in from the window behind his desk despite the late hour. With summer just around the corner, he couldn't help but think about the passage of time. Levi checked the clock on his desk, realizing that you should have returned by now. Anticipating your arrival, he prepared another pot of tea, knowing you might return tired from your girls' trip.

Just as he was adding one or two teaspoons of tea strands, the door to his office swung open.

"I'm back!" you announced enthusiastically.

"Welcome back," Levi replied, making eye contact as he poured the water. You walked up to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Would you like some tea-"

"You won't believe what I bought!" you interrupted, excitement evident in your voice as you grabbed a few bags you had brought with you.

"What did you get?" Levi's voice remained calm as he returned to his desk.

"Do you want to see it on me?" you asked, holding up a piece of fabric with the tag still attached. How could he refuse? He nodded slowly and smiled as you hurried to the bathroom to change.

Leaning back in his chair with one leg crossed over the other, holding his tea cup delicately, Levi waited. The moment you stepped back into the office, spinning in your new sundress, Levi nearly choked on his tea.

"Isn't it perfect?" you asked excitedly. Levi hummed in agreement, trying to calm himself down with a sip of tea. "It's exactly what I wanted."

The dress was a perfect piece of fabric, with a delicate flower pattern, a flowy skirt, a tight heart-shaped corset, and princess-like sleeves.

"What do you think?" you asked, beaming.

Levi set down his tea cup and murmured, "That I need to remember that my salary isn't enough for us to have a kid right now."

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thatdamnmutt-exe · 4 days

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How the AOT Boys Eat You Out

Levi & Eren

I’ve been telling myself I needed to get out of my comfort zone and write for something BESIDES MHA, so please enjoy my AOT headcannons lol. I’ll probably write some for JJK too, so stay tuned friends!

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Levi

Levi, in my opinion, doesn’t have the craziest sex drive. Don’t get it twisted, Levi does thoroughly enjoy having sex with you. He just unfortunately often has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

The man’s got a fuck ton of responsibilities and he views sex as messy. As something that he prefers, and needs, to take his time with.

But what Levi does have a healthy appetite for — is eating your pussy.

He can make it quick. He can make your toes curl, leave you satiated, and he doesn’t have to worry about showering or cleaning much afterwards.

Levi especially can’t resist you when you’re fresh out of the shower. Clean skin so warm and so so soft. The way you smell reminding him of summertime. In the way that coconut and sunscreen and the beach only can.

“Levi,” you call out, vying for his attention as you halt in the door frame of his home office. His fingers freeze on his keyboard, gaze flickering over to you.

He remains silent, tilting his head in acknowledgment as he reaches out a hand towards you. Waving you forward with two fingers.

You end up seated in his lap. Straddling him as your large t-shirt bunches up around your bare thighs.

Levi’s thumbs press bruises into your hipbones when you whisper in his ear how badly you want his cock, brushing your lips over his jawline.

He fucking hates his bullshit job even more in this moment.

Levi shifts you around swiftly. Planting you in his chair, encouraging you to hook your legs over the arms to spread your pussy wide open for him as he sinks to his knees.

“Want me to eat your pussy baby?” He asks, voice low and smooth like whiskey.

“Fuck — please Levi,” you moan. Breath shaky on your next exhale as Levi flicks your clit with the tip of his tongue. He hums a sound akin to approval, slipping his middle two fingers into your pussy to keep you full.

The man is nothing if not efficient.

His fingers curl and tap against your sweet spot as he sucks gently on your clit. Alternating between that and licking fast stripes to work you over the edge.

Your fingers card through his soft black hair, tugging tightly the closer you get.

The muscles in your thighs twitch and jump, chewing on your bottom lip as you watch his soft lips close around your clit once more.

His steel gray eyes have fallen half lidded when they meet yours next and it takes you over the edge.

Warmth surges through your limbs and you can only choke on his name.

“Good girl — cum for me just like that,” Levi purrs, letting his sweet words carry you through your orgasm as he presses his fingers deeper.

Once you’ve gone limp, Levi sends you to bed with a promise of what’s to come.

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Eren

If you looked up the definition of hothead a picture of Eren would be in its place.

If you’re being honest, it’s a part of what made you so drawn to him in the first place.

But, he’s an incredible boyfriend, he really is. Loyal to a fault, honest, never afraid to speak his mind — and he’s always taking care of you. Albeit, he is reckless.

That being said, it’s effortless to rile him up. And it’s really fun to turn him on and get his hackles rising simultaneously.

Eren’s messy when he’s mad and you’ll piss him off just so he’ll take it out on your pussy. Taunting him, teasing him, being a brat until his cheeks flush bubblegum pink. Green eyes seething.

You whine, restless where you lay flat on your back in bed. Struggling to unlace your fingers from Eren’s. It only makes him squeeze tighter.

The urge to twist and yank on Eren’s hair while he eats you out is vehement, but he won’t let you go. Your legs jerk to close around his head but his broad shoulders take up all the space between your thighs.

“Stop fucking wiggling,” Eren warns, tongue pulling away from your clit. You’re starting to lose feeling in your fingers.

“But Eren —“

“Hush baby,” Eren demands, leveling you with a pointed glare. “You don’t deserve to play with my hair right now and you sure as hell don’t deserve my fingers in your pussy,” he says, voice harsh and heated. Strands of hair have started to come loose from his bun, sticking to his forehead.

You push your lower lip out at him, weakly attempting to free your hands. Eren looks unimpressed, raising his eyebrows in return. The base of your skull bounces when it hits the mattress in defeat, huffing as you go.

Eren snorts, ignoring your complaints to lick over your clit once again. He gives you slow strokes with the flat of his warm tongue until you’re toeing the line of an orgasm.

You cling to his hands in a death grip, breath hitching and words stuttering as you try to forewarn him you’re about to cum.

Then he just stops, leaving you swollen and throbbing and kicking at his shoulder for ruining your orgasm.

Eren only snickers, winding that knot up behind your bellybutton before letting it fade away twice more before you’re truly pleading with him to make you cum.

Your pussy’s drooling by the time he’s done. Dripping down to your ass as you flex your fingers. Pins and needles tingling through your hands.

Eren will finally satisfy your ache to be split open. Pushing your thighs to your chest and letting his cock do the rest of the work to make you squirt as he chases his own high.

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thatdamnmutt-exe · 4 days

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The sexual tension between you and Levi when you're mad at each other is over the roof. Both of you are too stubborn to apologise so the whole day is full of sarcastic remarks and banter. Levi noticed you struggling with your gear straps, you always hated adjusting them, he walks over to you and sits down on a crate, his grey eyes looking at your leg. "You still don't know how to tie gear properly?" His scoff makes you roll your eyes, you hate how good that gray shirt looks on him, you just want to rip it off- but he will never let you forget it if you tell him that.

He taps his thigh. "Come here." You groan angrily but do as he says and sit on his lap. Without turning around, you already know that he is smug about it, his hands reach for your straps and his fingers work quickly to tie them, he adjusted them properly and made sure that they are on tighty. You huff and then get off his lap however his hands land on your hips and he keeps you in his lap. "Try again." Shivering you sigh. "Levi this is ridiculous-" Squeezing your hips, he bounces his leg a little and it everything in you not to turn around and kiss him but you manage. "Thank you for tying my gear, Captain." He loosens his grip on your body, he knows what youre doing with calling him that. "Good girl." That makes you groan, he is teasing you back. "You're so annoying." Getting off his lap, you glare at him and Levi just smirks slightly, he knows you'll melt right into him later.

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thatdamnmutt-exe · 6 days

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hi!! if it's ok I'd love to make a request!

please can you write a oneshot with Nandor x reader (fem/gender neutral) where reader is feeling insecure and Nandor comforts them? hoping for something really fluffy and if you're comfortable with writing smut then it'd be amazing (if not then no worries, SFW is fine with me :D)

thank you!!

Nandor x F!Reader

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Word count: 1.9k

This was my first time writing something for WWDITS, and my first time writing something a little spicier. It was a lot of fun. Thank you for the request @just-a-little-cellist

Warnings: NSFW, This is a little more smutty than my usual stuff, so 18+ only please!!

Getting More Familiar

Having recently moved back to the city in search of a fresh start, you found yourself working at the local movie theater without a clear sense of direction. It was during this time that two mysterious figures, dressed in Victorian garb, approached you with an enticing job offer. The prospect of escaping your unfulfilling job and gaining a new place to live seemed too good to pass up. When Nadja and Laszo revealed they were vampires that night, it didn’t faze or shock you at all; it felt entirely ordinary. Reflecting on the encounter, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had fallen under their hypnotic influence. Strangely, this realization didn’t bother you; instead, it added an intriguing layer to your newfound life.

As Nadja and Laszlo’s familiar, you found yourself responsible for managing the entire household, which included their two roommates. Nadja and Laszlo were low-maintenance, devoting the majority of their free time to activities that Laszlo referred to as “fucking and sucking.” You quickly learned to avoid Colin Robinson, as he never missed a chance to drain your energy–whether through incessant talking or attempting to piss you off. You found Nandor to be your favorite vampire companion, and he, too, seemed to enjoy spending time with you. He shared that his familiar, Guillermo, was currently on a break, and Nandor appeared somewhat lonely.

Nandor relished recounting his human past, regaling you with tales of the villages he relentlessly pillaged and reminiscing about his time as the nation’s Supreme Viceroy. You consistently listened to Nadnor’s stories with genuine interest, asking questions and sharing laughter at his jokes. Despite Nandor’s formidable warrior background, it appeared that the years as a vampire had softened him. What he seemed to need most was someone who would listen and genuinely care about what he had to say. Being that person came easily to you, and you couldn’t help but imagine that Guillermo had played a similar role before his departure.

You couldn’t deny that Nandor was quite easy on the eyes, though it felt somewhere cliché to admit, considering he was a vampire. His undeniable strength became clear when he assisted you in carrying heavy bodies for disposal. Nandor had long, soft, black hair, and on some mornings, he’d ask you to brush it before he retreated into his casket. When the group ventured into the city at night, he displayed a protective streak, keeping a watchful eye on your whereabouts and warding off other vampires who showed too much interest in you. Though you harbored strong feelings for him, you refrained from admitting it, acknowledging that a 761-year-old vampire likely wouldn’t share your romantic feelings. Despite this, you cherished the moments spent in his company, savoring the connection whenever possible.

Today unfolded like any other ordinary day, with you rising a few hours before sunset to tidy up the house before the vampires stirred. In the library, Colin sat absorbed in his newspaper, a familiar sight as you diligently dusted the room. It seemed that Colin was perpetually awake, his presence a constant in the early evening routine. Colin prattled on about something from the newspaper, but you didn’t mind, anticipating the upcoming time with Nandor. As you continued to dust, Colin’s chatter ceased, likely realizing his attempts to drain your energy in this way were futile.

“You know, it’s interesting…” Colin Robinson began, peering out above his newspaper toward you. “Laszlo and Nadja usually have sex with their familiar by now, but they haven’t with you. Makes you wonder what’s wrong with you.” With that, he folded his newspaper with glee and left the room, his eyes glowing blue and a smirk on his face.

He had gotten to you. The rush of energy left your body as you started to ponder if Colin’s words held truth. What was wrong with you? You never saw yourself as beautiful or sexy, considering yourself cute at best. Memories of past men you liked referring to you as “like a sister” flashed through your mind. Colin Robinson had hit on an insecurity that had lingered for most of your life–you didn’t feel desirable. You were kind and easy to be around, but the realization sank in that there was probably a reason those two vampires wouldn’t have any interest in you. Those thoughts circled in your mind for the next few hours as you continued cleaning the house, leaving you feeling intensely self-conscious by the time the sun set. You made a decision to try to avoid everyone tonight, unless they genuinely needed you.

You kept yourself busy in the fancy room after greeting Nadja and Laszlo. Fortunately, they made their way to the room with the piano, engrossed in practicing some of their old songs. This allowed you to maintain a bit of distance and focus on your tasks for the night. After an hour, Nandor found you, greeting you with a sheepish smile while idly playing with his fingers. “Oh, there you are,” his voice rang out with his usual, endearing accent.

You replied with a forced smile, that being the best you could muster while feeling embarrassed for letting Colin Robinson get to you. Despite your attempts to conceal your emotions, Nandor noticed immediately.

“You’re glum,” Nandor remarked as he sat on the couch, gesturing for you to join him. When you opened your mouth to speak, nothing came out. “Don’t deny it. I can tell.” Feeling vulnerable, you decided to tell him the truth, but you looked to the ground while speaking. “Do Nadja and Laszlo sleep with all their familiars?”

“Nadja and Laszlo would fuck anything with a pulse,” Nandor chuckled, seemingly misreading the situation completely. “Well, I guess technically they wouldn’t even need a pulse, because we’re vampires.”

“So Colin Robinson was right. There must be something wrong with me.” You leaned your head back against the couch, tears forming in your eyes. All the past stings of rejection came rushing back in that moment. You glanced over towards Nandor, realizing he looked confused, and you felt silly for allowing yourself to get emotional in front of him. Trying to compose yourself, you sat up, wiped away the forming tears and mustered a weak smile.

“Why do you think there is something wrong with you?” Nandor asked, genuine confusion painting his face.

“Colin Robinson said there has to be a reason Nadja and Laszlo haven’t tried to make a move on me. I guess I’m just not desirable in that way… even though I have a pulse,” you said, trying to make a joke out of it now. You realized that Nandor probably wanted nothing to do with this conversation.

“Fucking guy,” Nandor grumbled, his expression darkening as he glared straight ahead. When he looked back at you, his demeanor softened. “I believe you are incredibly beautiful… and you have a rocking body.”

You didn’t believe a word he was saying, knowing this was most likely just him trying to cheer you up and move on quickly. “Thanks, Nandor, but you don’t have to do that.”

“I don’t understand. What am I doing?” Nandor questioned, a perplexed expression on his face.

“Trying to cheer me up, but it’s silly. I”ll get over it.”

Nandor moved towards you, placing his cold hand against your cheek and wiping the remnant of a tear from your face. “I, Nandor the Relentless, have had 37 wives and even more lovers. I believe you are one of the most beautiful, sensitive, and poetic creatures I have ever laid my eyes upon.” In this moment, Nandor spoke with authority, unlike the shy version of Nandor you usually encountered.

Inhaling quickly in shock, you looked into Nandor’s dark brown eyes. You stayed silent, unsure if this was a trick or if it was real.

“If you do not believe you are desirable, I’ll have to show you how desirable I think you are,” he whispered, gazing over you with his eyes. “If that is what you want.”

You replied with a quick nod, your eyes widening, and your heart picking up speed. Your emotions flooded with longing, and you looked down towards Nandor’s lips.

Nandor’s lips found yours, his hands firmly holding your face as he drew you in. Closing your eyes, you relished the feeling of his cold lips against yours. A gasp escaped you as his kisses trailed down your neck. Nandor guided you to lay on the couch, his body intimately pressed against yours. You sensed the touch of his cold fingers tracing across your thigh beneath your dress, eliciting a moan from you, muffled by the embrace of his kiss. He momentarily paused, his fingers delicately tracing the contours of your underwear, while looking into your eyes.

Nandor whispered, uncertainty clouding his face, “Is this truly what you desire?”

“Yes,” you replied with conviction, “Ever since I started working as Nadja and Laszlo’s familiar, I’ve been into you, Nandor.”

“How should I put this… it is you who are the person who I am into… too.” His genuine smile grew, while looking down at you.

With that, you sensed his fingers skillfully maneuvering around the fabric of your underwear, and gasped as his finger rubbed against you. You felt your hips instinctively lift at his touch and you observed him with a gaze filled with desire. As his finger slid inside of you, your eyes closed involuntarily, wanting to commit the sensation of his touch into memory. The soft sound of his chuckle reached your ears, acknowledging your reaction, while he removed your underwear tossing them onto the ground. You then experienced his icy kisses trailing up your thighs before he was between your legs. His tongue and lips provided a heavenly sensation causing you to moan and grind your hips against his mouth.

“You taste delicious,” Nandor growled.

Rising from the couch, he stood up, gently pulling you to your feet and enveloping you in a deep kiss. The intensity of the kiss heightened as he pressed you against one of the room’s walls. Effortlessly lifting you up, your legs encircling him, he pressed against you. Your hand descended, deftly unbuttoning his pants, causing him to moan as you led him inside of you. A momentary pause ensued as you locked eyes, desire vividly painting both of your faces. Nandor’s vampire strength proved formidable; he held you aloft, as you began a slow rotation of your hips. Closing his eyes, he emitted a low groan, surrendering to the intensity of the moment. Entwined with Nandor, a genuine feeling of beauty enveloped you, relishing in the pleasure you both felt. The feeling of being desired by Nandor dispelled any lingering doubts Colin Robinson had left in your head. Nandor thought you were sexy and he wanted you.

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

“Well, if I”m being honest,” Nandor candidly addressed the camera, “I asked Laszlo and Nadja to not fuck her… because I liked her… I guess I could have told her that, but I think it worked out.” A smirk played on Nandor’s lips as he glanced towards the camera, nervously playing with his fingers. Just then, Nadja’s voice echoed from the other room, causing his smirk to drop.

“About fucking time you made a move, you big idiot.”

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thatdamnmutt-exe · 10 days

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hello, can we get some NSFW Hc’s with Laszlo from Wwdits?? thank you!!

(under the cut for obvious reason-minors please dni)

-Laszlo is always ready for anything and everything. Pretty much anything his partner is willing to do, he'd be down for. -He'd be particularly interested in bringing more than just himself and his partner into the bedroom-Nadja, of course, could be invited, if she's not already there, but Nandor is an option as well.

-That being said, he's very respectful to his sexual partners, and would never do something they weren't comfortable with! He just needs to be reeled in sometimes from doing something particularly untoward (like public park sex, a la season 1). -He doesn't really last long, especially if it's something he's really enjoying, but! He doesn't have a very long refractory period, and would be willing to go multiple rounds until his partner is satisfied.

-It's also canon that he cums a lot, so a potential partner needs to be okay with and,,,also help with the cleanup (please don't ask Guillermo to do it).

-He's very much a switch (though usually prefers bottoming), so depending on what a partner would want, he can be flexible. He also really enjoys using all sorts of toys, both on his partner and himself.

-He can also be extraordinarily needy-he's horny pretty much at all times, so a partner who also has a frequent sex drive would be best. That being said, he does know how to take care of himself, so he'd never force his partner into anything.

-He has multiple sexual partners and will be quite open about that, so that may be something to keep in mind as well, depending on level of comfort with that sort of thing.

-Overall, he'd be a very passionate and frequent lover, who's always willing to have some fun in the bedroom (or anywhere else, for that matter).

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thatdamnmutt-exe · 10 days

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Sex Pollen

Posted:08/16/23

Title: Sex Pollen

Yandere Laszlo x F familiar Reader

Summary: Yandere Laszlo uses sex pollen on his familiar.

Author's note: Yandere x Sex pollen drugged darling >>>>

Word count: 1942

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Warnings: yandere, NON-CON, language. Smut

🔞Smut content: Sex pollen, masterbation, power dynamic, NON-CON, BDSM, Pet/Master

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Nerves stand on edge as overwhelming arousal consumes your body. The mattress your master Laszlo and mistress Nadja had given you lays on the ground next to the empty coffins. "Mhm!" Your bite down hard on your silk pillow trying to suppress your exotic screams as you desperately try to relieve yourself. The frustration only pulls tears from your eyes. No matter what you did couldn't reach your peak. All your mortal senses are numb. You almost missed the dark chuckle, leaving your master's lips. Blurry tear-filled eyes look to the door. Master Laszlo stood proudly at you falling to pieces on your little pathetic familiar. That to human standards was quite nice. "Well, well, well..." He says, stepping into the room and taking his time to close the door behind him. "You seem to be having fun in here, my dear." Laszlo stocks towards you till he stands next to the frameless bed. You wish you had the control to stop yourself from masturbating, but you lost control of your body already. "Is this why you've been slacking on your duties today? Too busy fornicating with yourself, pet?" He teased, watching you cry. "W-mhm! What d-did do you do to me?" You pled for understanding only to receive a sadistic smile.

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"Darling? What the hell are you doing?" Nadja asked her vampire husband. Laszlo moves his rusty goggles to his forehead. "I, my love, am mixing this sex pollen with a human drink called a 'Star burst'. I hear humans rave about these things. Smells like shit though." Nadja makes a face of disgust. "For fucks sake. If you want to fuck our familiar so bad why not order them or fucking hypnosis them?" Laszlo chuckles. "Because I am a man of science! Not to mention a man of prey, with this special little drink y/n with be on their hands and knees begging for me to calm them in the most animalistic way possible. Sex!" Nadja rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Knock yourself out." She remarks before finding something more interesting to do.

It was the middle of the night when Laszlo demanded Guillermo to give you the drink. "Gizmo!" Guillermo turns away from the bookshelf he was dusty to see Laszlo storm in with a Starbucks drink. "Here! I want you to take this and give it to y/n, but you mustn't say it's from me." Guillermo cautiously takes the drink. "Um, sure, but... why can't you give it to them." Laszlo waves his hand. "That is conventional. Just be a good little familiar and do as you're told." Guillermo doesn't say anything, just stares at Laszlo confused. "Come on! Chop chop! Gizmo, I don't have all night!" He hurries Guillermo along with claps and a push out of the room. Poor Guillermo had no idea what he was subjecting you to.

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"Whatever do you mean, my dear?" You groaned in frustration. His chuckles ring in your ears. Laszlo crotches down to you. He quietly moans at the sight of your living flesh warm to the drug taking over. "My, my, my... humans are so sensitive." He gently brushes the hair out of your face. His cold fingers send shivers through your overhearing body. Once more, Laszlo chuckles. "Oh! Sensitive indeed~" With what little power you had over your free hand, you swat him away. Tears roll down your cheeks. "Don't t-touch, m-me!" Laszlo fake pouts. "Aww, someone a bit shy fucking themselves in front of their master." He tugs on the blanket shielding your body from his undead eyes. "Come on, be a good girl~" "No!" You snapped, hiding your face in it. Your fingers begin to tire from the fruitless efforts. Laszlo fake pouts and lets out a sigh. "Fine. But don't say I didn't offer my services like the good Master I am." He calls back to you, heading for the door. You cruse yourself for your desperation. The blanket was whipped away for your crying face. "Wait!" Laszlo stops to look back at your pleading form. "I'm sorry, Master! Please don't leave me like this!" 'Checkmate' Laszlo thinks to himself. "Why ever not, my dear?" The sight of your red tear-stained face sent his cold blood straight to his cock. You couldn't think straight. How could he seriously expect you to answer that? "Because- I- you- help me!" In a blink of an eye, Laszlo pinned you to the bed with your hands held down next to your head. "Come on, you can beg better than that~" Your legs force themselves shut, trying to maintain some sort of friction. "Please! Please, Master!" Laszlo fangs nip your ear. "Say it. Say what you want me to do to you~" your brain was fogged over. "Fuck me!" You cried. "Please Master fuck me!" His chuckles vibrate in your ear as his eyes began to glow. "There it is." He pulls back to look at your red human face. "That's what I've been waiting for, for so fucking long." Laszlo rips your outfit to shreds with his sharp claws. "Mhmm..." You tried to move your hands to find there being held in place by an invisible force. Laszlo's claws grip your breast. His fangs but his bottom lip. "What a pretty little human you are~" He licks your neck before whispering in your ear. "I can't wait to corrupt you~" He bites your neck, causing you to moan and kick your legs. Black surrounds you. When it clears, you find yourself restrained in a ceiling sex swing. Your legs were held open while your hands were tried behind you. The blindfold over your eyes kept you from knowing whether or not you were in the same room. After a moment of nothing, you jump in surprise at Laszlo's cold touch on your naked thighs. "What delicious meal you are~" He flirted. His hand travels to your vulva. "Mmm." You moaned as your Master smeared your arousal around, amused. "Science never fails." His words weren't processed by you. "Master..." You whined bucking your hips. "Alright." Icy fingertips began to rub your clit while his other hand grips your leg, holding you close. "Fuck!" Finally something of worth. Laszlo kisses your chest as he works your clit. Your aching cunt clinches around nothing. The movements of his fingers were aggressive but calculated and fast. "So arousing my darling~" He praises against your wet nipple. Laszlo could feel himself becoming more aroused but controlled himself. He wasn't about to give up his little game just for a cheap, quick. No, you were too valuable to let this end like that. "M-master~" The bottom of your feet were on fire, and your legs desperately tried to close. You feel Laszlo move his sloppy kisses downwards till his mouth replaces his fingers. "Since you've been such a good little familiar~" He sucks your clit into his mouth then pushes his middle and ring finger into your vagina. "Aghhh!" The pace becomes rougher and faster. Your g spot is attacked, causing your gear to fall limp. The sex swing moves to his rhythm. The sounds of the sex swing ceiling chain, your moans, and your wetness echo throughout the room.

His vampire's fingers began to move at inhuman speeds. You tried to scream but were unable to make any noise. "That's it~" His tongue flits just as fast over your puffy clit. The relief you've been waiting for builds rapidly inside you. "I'm -" You try to warn but are unable to. "On second thought -" Laszlo completely pulls away from you. "AAAHHH! FUCK YOU!" You scream with hatred as your release was stolen from you. "Aww, you poor pathetic pet~" He pats mocks, patting your cheek. Tears slip out from under the eye mask. Your bottom lip puffs out as you try your best not to start sobbing. "Oh, don't be so solemn, pet. Try me when I say I'll make you cum so much you'll beg me to stop." The tip of Laszlo's cock rubs against your messy wet entrance. Your buck forward. "Please master~" He groans. "You're irresistible when you're whining so pathetically." Laszlo then slammed his entire cock into you and held still. "Fuck!" You both expressed. Yours from a numbing pain and his from finally being inside the stupid little human who plagues his mind. Laszlo closes his eyes, holding your hips to his. The mix of icy skin and burning flesh gave both parties a rush of euphoria. Laszlo slowly pulled out till only the tip of his cock was inside. "Don't tease -" Your master didn't let you finish your sentence before pounding into you. Your body tense is trying to keep up with the violent pleasure. The pace suddenly sent was primal and passionate. "Agghhhhh." You moaned. The sharpness of his long dark nails breaks your skin. Laszlo takes a deep breath. Your tacking sweat-covered skin, the newly formed drops of blood, your wetness, and the human sex pollen swirling together in a hellish mix drives him insane. A vampire hiss fills your ears. "Mine~" The word causes you to clinch down on him. Your master licks your ear seductively. His hands travel from your hips to behind you. He laughs while giving you deep, slow starches down your back. "Aaahhh!" Warms blood flows from your back. He thrusts never fault as he licks a few fingers clean. "Mhmm. Fuck my pet. You ate quite the tasty little treat~" Your brain is too fogged over to understand him.

The sound of his testicles slapping against you seems to get louder by the minute. "Who owns you?" Laszlo asks. You don't hear him, so he slaps your cheek. "I asked you a question. 'Who owns you?'" He demands an answer from you. "Mmm..." desperately you try to get your head straight enough to answer him. "Y-You." You squeaked out. However, that wasn't good enough for him, so he rips your blindfold off and grabs your cheeks with one sharp hand. Laszlo forces you to maintain eye contact as he fucks you hard. "Who fucking owns you, you pathetic little human?" Tears of confusion and frustration fall from your eyes. "You, Laszlo! You're my master!" He grins happily. "Damn right, I am~" His fingers find your clit. "I think that deserves an orgasm, my dear ~" Your eyes roll back. The pleasure sends burning from the feet nerves throughout your body. You bit down on your bottom lip hard. "Mhmm, Ggrhh!" Laszlos' fingers match the pace and roughness of his thrusts. "That's it. Cum for me. Just like that." You're so close to the edge. "Do it! Do as you're told! Cum for your master!" With a loud scream, you came. Your whole body thrashes at the intensity of it.

He laughs and praises you. "Good work, sweet girl." He leans over your body to give your neck hickies. You moaned. "But you want more, don't you?" He asked teasingly. You aggressively nodded. "Good~"

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Laszlo laughs staring down at your fucked out body. "My little human~" Your mortal body had given out. Laszlo wondered if he used too much sex pollen on you or if he should see what happens if he uses more. Gently, his fingers play with your hair and trace down your body. He knew when you came back to your senses you'd be pissed but what did he care. A human pet can't do much against a vampiric master. You were his to do what he wished with, and he would train you to understand that. So go ahead and be mad it won't change anything. Laszlo loves you in his own fucked up way.

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Big Bad Boy

Nandor x F!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, minors dni, piv sex, monster-fucking, nandor is a respectful vampire, this is a mess, seduction, dirty talk.

Word Count: ~1.8k

“Why would you want to seduce Nandor? Of all people?” Nadja asks through her laughter.

“Fuck off, Nadja.” You seethe. “I’ll do it myself.”

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He swirls his fingers along your inner thighs, watching your cunt clench around nothing as he teases you, watching goosebumps rise on your skin with a smirk. “Mmm, you need this baby? Need me to fuck that pretty pussy of yours?”

“Mhm,” you mumble and he smacks your ass.

“Louder. I know you can do better than that.” He orders. You arch your back at his command.

“Please, fuck me. Fill me up.” You beg with pleading eyes.

He finally sinks deep into you in a hard thrust, his hand buried in your head to tug you into a deep kiss. “Such a needy little slut, are you?” He rasps as he feels you tighten around him.

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(18+!!) ok wait so… It’s Halloween… you’re out with Tate… he can’t keep it together because your costume makes him horny.

Tate holds your hand tightly as you both venture down the sidewalk. His costume is eerily familiar. He wears a long, black trench coat and his face had been painted in likeness to a skeleton. His blonde, usually curly, hair is slicked back out of his face. His grip on your hand tightens as you pass by other people your age, some shamelessly taking in the appearance of your revealing costume. Much to Tate’s annoyance, you insisted that Halloween was the one time of year you had an excuse to dress like you were begging for it. The delicate lace that decorates your cleavage distracts Tate more than once. His cock strains against the zipper of his jeans just from lingering beside you. At times, he takes a moment to trail behind you to catch a glimpse of the mounded flesh of your ass cheeks from under your tiny skirt. You know what his game is, of course, and occasionally brush the back of your hand across the front of his jeans. Tate doesn’t take to it lightly, and after teasing him for the forth, and final, time, he has no choice but to trap you behind a big, oak tree in the park and bend you over. His fingers make quick work of your panties, tugging the thin, soaked piece of fabric down your long legs. Your ass jiggles around his hand as he sinks his fingers into your dripping cunt, curling them upwards to press against your sweet spot. “Thought you could tease me and get away with it? In that little, slutty costume?” He mumbles huskily against the shell of your ear, tickling his nose with the freshly-washed hair on the side of your head. You smelt like vanilla, and a hint of coconut. A sweet and sensual scent that had Tate moaning softly against you. Tate spits, directly onto your needy cunt, using his fingertips to spread the saliva over your pulsing clit. “Tate, please, I need you inside me,” you plead, reaching around to grasp onto his throbbing cock, sure to be staining his boxers with smears of pre-cum. Tate unveils his rock-hard length, stroking it with a mix of your arousal and his saliva. He teases you, circling your entrance with the leaking tip of his cock. Caving to his own eagerness, it’s not long before Tate is stretching you out with his girth. Your fingernails dig into the flaking bark of the tree, trying your hardest to find the leverage you need to soften each ravaging thrust. Soft whimpers turn into loud, destitute moans. Tate’s hand wraps around your mouth to stop the ruckus you’re making in an attempt to shield you from the eyes of passer-byers. “That’s it baby, take my fucking cock. You love how it fills you to the fucking brim, don’t you?” Tate’s grip on you only get tighter as he slams into your poor, little cunt, using it to alleviate his painful desire for you. Stars appear behind your closed eyelids when Tate’s free hand slithers down between your body and the trunk of the tree to stimulate your swollen clit. “Uh fuck- can feel you squeezing tight around me, let up sweetheart, you’re going to make me cum,” Tate seethes behind clenched teeth, the lewd, squelching sounds each thrust pulls from your dripping cunt pushing you both a step towards release. It’s not long before the intense pleasure of Tate’s tip nudging against your sweet spot sends you over the edge. Tate holds you up as your orgasm washes over you in big, tremulous waves. Tate growls into your hair, a few last thrust just enough for him to let go inside of your clenching walls. When he pulls out, he’s quick to pull up your panties, rubbing over the cloth to make sure his cum stays with you. “You’re gonna walk around the rest of the night with these soaking wet panties. And I don’t want to hear a single complaint. You little tease.” He tucks himself away, and taking a hold of your hand again, he begins to pace down the sidewalk like nothing happened. Even though, you can barely stand on your two feet from how weak your legs are now.

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giving bouncer vibes. either at a regular dance club, where you and your friends show up so often that the moment he sees you, he just lets y'all pass. he'll chuckle when you snake your finger into his belt loop, tugging it as you purr out your gratitude. he'll definitely stop you next time, gripping your wrist with his callused hand. "playin' a dangerous game, love."

or a strip club, where he's thrown out so many clients for you that he doesn't bat an eye when you run up to him with your cunt on full display. "is it tha' guy again? told laswell lettin' him back in was a mistake. i'll take care of it, love."

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Dear Hearts and Gentle People 7

Pure Indulgence 2

Summary: The only way Cooper wants any part in sharing you is if he's in charge. Hancock is fine with being ordered since he gets to be the one between your thighs. You're just along for the ride.

Pairing: The Ghoul | Cooper Howard x Female Reader / John Hancock x Female Reader

Warnings! Drinking and Drug use. Threesome. Smut and power dynamics? Blood too. Jesus this feels sinful.

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You lay on your back, head pillowed in Cooper’s lap, eyes glassy and heavy from the hit of jet Hancock had pressed to your lips on the way up the stairs of the Old State House that Hancock calls home. Cooper's scarred fingers have threaded themselves in your hair, keeping you still for the other ghoul that lays between your thighs. Your legs have been shoved up, knees swaying and twitch in the air.

"Don't be such a pussy, John," Cooper rumbles from behind you, and reaches down to pinch your nipple harshly, and he smirks when you sigh and bow off the bed, seeking more, "My girl likes it rough."

Hancock humms, and the subtle vibrations against your clit make you buck up, but John is stronger than what his lanky stature made it seem, and keeps you held down with ease. He abandons your throbbing bud with one last lingering suck, and sinks his teeth into the flesh of your thigh, making room for his hand to sneak up and shove two fingers into that beautiful, wet cunt.

Cooper watches, dark eyes focused on the way you wither and shake under the onslaught of having both of them touch you. The hand that John isn't using to finger fuck you with pushes your hip down, and he can't help but find the entire sight hot as fuck. He shifts behind you, pushing you forward so that he can bend down and seal his lips against your own in a furious kiss full of teeth and tongue. The cowboy bites your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and the groan you make when he cleans the red liquid has his cock twitching in his boxers.

"Let a man enjoy his meal. Ain't every day that I get something as sweet as this," Hancock murmurs and flicks the tip of his to gue through your puffy folds, gathering the slick pooling from your cunt and lapping it up like the starving mutt he is.

Your mind is slow and muddled, a fantastic mixture of alcohol, chems, and blazing arousal that you lose yourself in.

"Curl your fingers up - heh, yeah, jus' like that," Cooper orders when he pulls away from your red smeared lips. Your eyes clinch shut when the tips of his fingers brush against that spongy spot hidden within your core. A broken sound of pleasure falls from your lips, and your thighs quiver when John does it again.

"Look at that, better than the smoothest hit of jet," Hancock drawls and cocks his head up to look at the other ghoul, lips twisting in a sardonic smirk, "Can I fuck her now, Sir?"

It irks him to call the other man that, but John wasn't one to pass up good things, and neither did Cooper it seemed like. So it wasn't too much of a loss.

Cooper’s grin is nasty, and he reaches out to hold the other ghoul by the jaw, the tips of his fingers digging into Hancock's jaw, and rumbled, "Ask nicely."

If John were still human, he would have blushed at the display of dominance. Instead, he grinned just as meanly back and hissed.

"Please?"

Cooper laughed, then released the other man, leaning back against the headboard in satisfaction. You squirmed under them, lips twisted up in a pout at their attention drifting away from you. Your cowpoke snickered, and waved a hand at John.

"Hurry it up, boy. The lady's gettin' impatient."

Hancock doesn't need to be told twice. He sits back on his knees and grabs his dick, and scoots forward to drag his cockhead through the mess between your legs. You whine in want, hips shifting, and looking for release. John angles himself and then slides inside your fluttering pussy with a long groan.

"Fuck," He snarled and buried his face in the crook of your neck, hips jumping forward as you clench around him. John gets lost in the feeling of your cunt, and you wrap your legs around his hips, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"She feels good, huh, John. Nice and tight like a goddamn vice," Cooper snarls above you, and the ghoul between your legs jerks a nod, his brow furrowed, and you turn your head, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses along his heated skin.

You nip his neck, tongue soothing the hurt, and you squeeze your legs around his hips, pushing him ever further. His cock brushes against that spit inside you again, and you see stars, mouth dropping open as you pant out nonsense.

It's over for the mayor when you bite him again, and then he hears your sex rough voice growl in his ear.

"Come inside me, John. I wanna feel it."

Hancock comes with a muffled shout, his shoulders shuddering as he pumps you full of seed. Your cunt greedily sucks him in, and he is left a panting mess when while you wither and cream around his cock. He doesn't get to enjoy it for long before Cooper is shoving at his shoulder.

John reluctantly pulls out and rolls to the side and watches as Coop takes his place and slides home. His teeth bared in a savage grin as he wraps a hand around your throat, leaning down and looming.

"My turn now, Sweetheart. Hope you can keep up."

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