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ashnnix · 2 months ago

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"This horny Incubus won't leave me alone"

Incubus Gojo x Sub Male reader.

Warnings: Bottom reader, amab, dubcon, overstimulation, reader is a streamer, Gojo is also like a sub. Based on manga named 'Game Shitai Dake na no ni Incubus ni Suwaremakuru'!

You finally hit "End Stream" and slump back in your chair like a ragdoll. Chat had been dead tonight, your kill/death ratio was trash, and you accidentally moaned over a jump scare again. Peak embarrassment.

With a groan, you rub your face and mutter, “Kill me now.”

But of course, death is too kind and not nearly as annoying as him.

Just as you start reaching for the last cold sip of your energy drink, you feel it. A slow, warm pressure against your lap like fingers, or maybe something worse, something playful and so ero.

You sigh, not even flinching this time. “Gojo.”

A low chuckle curls around your ear, smug and too pleased with himself. “Aw, you always ruin the surprise, streamer-kun. I was trying to be subtle this time.”

“You literally touched my dick.”

“I said subtle, not invisible,” he hums, his voice a purr. A moment later, you feel his weight settle on the armrest, his face way too close, silver hair brushing your cheek. “You know the rules. You stream, I visit. It's a whole... energy exchange thing. You’re glowing with that sweet loser energy I need to survive.”

You shoot him a tired glare. “You’re such a freak.”

Gojo grins, fangs peeking out just a little. “And yet, you keep letting me feed.”

You don't answer. Mostly because you don't have one. He always shows up after your streams like clockwork, in heat and lewd touches and sinful smiles. He says he feeds on your life force, but you’re not stupid. That’s not all he’s after.

Hes after your tight asshole, not just your cum.

"You were cute tonight," he whispers, tapping his finger against your chin. "Especially when you screamed like a little bitch during that horror game. I felt that jolt of panic straight through the ether– “

“You’re disgusting.”

“I’m an incubus, babe. It’s in the job description.” He shifts in your lap, way too casual for someone basically straddling you. “You know you could make this easier by just letting go. Give me a little more cum.”

Your breath hitches as his hand trails down your chest, slow and lazy. You curse yourself for reacting.

“See? You like when I tease you,” he murmurs, licking his lips. “Just say the word, and I’ll make this whole ‘streamer burnout’ thing go away. Nice and easy.”

You look away, biting your cheek. He always does this. Always pushes until you're at the edge.

“…I hate you,” you mumble.

Gojo grins, fangs glinting as he leans closer, lips brushing your ear.

“No you don’t.”

And damn it, maybe you don’t.

You’re not sure when exactly it went from “mildly annoying post-stream visit” to “I’m going to lose my mind if he keeps touching me like that,” but Gojo has a talent for crossing lines with zero shame.

"god, you're such a brat," you snap, grabbing his wrist after he let his hand wander a little too far over your thigh.

He just grins, head tilting, white hair falling over his forehead like he styled it on purpose even though you know he didn’t. “Mmm… getting angry now, are we?” he hums, tone syrupy and smug. “So hot when you act tough. Wanna growl at me next?”

You don’t even think you just grab the front of his leather straps, shove him back, and push him toward your bed like you’ve completely lost the plot.

“Shut up you fucking gonner” you bark, pissed, flustered, way too turned on. Why wouldn't you a sexy big chested man on your bed legs open wide ready to be fucked.

Gojo stumbles back with a laugh and lands flat on your bed, legs open, hands propped behind his head like he’s been waiting for this exact moment. And judging by the way he bites his lip hard enough that his fang catches it just a little he has.

“Oh?” he says, voice low, that smile spreading slow and deliberate. “So this is how you wanna play it?”

You glare, chest rising and falling too fast, hands clenched at your sides. You’re not even sure what just happened. You’re mad. You’re humiliated. You’re–

“Perfect,” he murmurs under his breath, almost like it’s to himself. “Pissed off, flustered, desperate… You’re gonna last maybe three rounds before you start begging.”

Your brain short-circuits.

“What?”

“You don’t get it yet, do you?” he interrupts, sitting up a little, licking his bottom lip slowly. “The more riled up you get, the better you taste. Emotion, energy, frustration…” He reaches forward, fingers ghosting over your waistband. “You think I came here just to tease? Nah, baby I came to drain everything out of you. Might as well have fun doing it.”

And even though your pride’s screaming, your body betrays you– shivering at the sound of his voice, the heat of his touch, the glint in his incubus eyes that tells you you’re not sleeping tonight.

Not unless it’s with him. And probably not even then.

You might’ve started this pissed off, but now?

You're just screwed. In every possible way.

Gojo's incubus tail flicked, and as usual, he slid down your waistband. Your cock stood hard in front of him.

Gojo smirked, eyes filled with lust and longing. ‘Shit, I missed him so much.’

You flinched when you felt his tongue graze over your tip.

Drooling, Gojo kept his tongue out as he slurred through his grin, “You worked so hard, darling.”

He kissed your tip with a wink. “I'll make sure to satisfy you♡.”

Of course, you were turned on but you hadn’t even taken a bath yet. You raised a hand to stop him. “Hey, can you wait for like a couple minute?”

Gojo stroked your head, making you shiver. “Ah! Hmp–” You quickly muffled the sound with your hand.

Gojo smirked, continuing his slow pace, eyes locked onto your cockhead. “If I wait that long, I might wither and die.”

You clenched your fists, trying to keep steady under his warm touches.

Gojo’s fingers played skillfully along your shaft, as usual. “And like always, I’ll only take one load.”

You glared down at him. “You’re the one who’s never satisfied with just one.”

Gojo licked the base of your cock, his sticky drool trailing along your skin. You winced in pleasure. “Guh!–”

Your reaction made his dick twitch. “Huh? I meant it for real this time,” he muttered.

Gojo opened his mouth wide, tongue out like a porn star. “But don’t worry, I’ll make you feel better.”

His mouth swallowed you whole.

Your hips instinctively pushed forward as pleasure surged through your entire length. “Ah! Mhm! Gojo–hmm~” you gasped, feeling his warm mouth wrap around you. His teeth grazed slightly, but it didn’t hurt.

Gojo’s face flushed red as he took you in, the only thought in his mind 'I'll make him cum so hard he can’t say no to my dick.’

He bobbed his head, your cock hitting the back of his throat. His eyes rolled back. ‘Ooh~ he tastes so good!’

You muffled your whines as heat spread through your body. “Ugh–hng!”

You felt yourself getting closer who could blame you? A professional dick-sucker was draining your soul. “I’m cumming!”

Gojo pressed his face against your pubes just as your release hit–warm, sticky, and slightly salty–as it spilled down his throat, filling him with renewed energy.

“Ahhh…” You thrust your hips a couple of times, feeling Gojo savor your taste.

Gojo felt his black leather panties tighten, his fat dick growing harder and harder.

He pulled off with a wet pop, drool still connecting his lips to your tip.

You watched as he opened his mouth, just like the yaoi scenes you’d read his tongue proudly holding your load.

Gojo touched the cum with a heated breath, his body overheating with the desperate need to be inside you. “Your cum’s thick as always, so gross.”

You shivered at the sight, but blinked in confusion at his words. “So is that a good thing or not?”

Gojo looked up at you. “Yes and no.”

You sighed only for him to suddenly pull you onto the bed. You grunted as your body hit the mattress, opening your mouth to complain but the words died when you saw him.

His eyes were blown wide, pupils shaped like hearts. His body was sweaty, mouth dripping with saliva and your cum. He was panting heavily, and best of all…

His thick, fat cock loomed over your face casting shadows, leaking pre like it was already lubed up.

Gojo raised your legs, his hand twitching with excitement. “Make me feel good now.”

With one sharp thrust, his hips pushed forward, burying all of his cock inside you. He whined, his tail flicking wildly behind him. “Ohh, Y/N! So tight, so good! Ngh!”

Your eyes rolled back, your back arching from the overwhelming pleasure.

An incubus cock could turn anyone dumb from just the pre alone hitting the victims sweet spot.

“Ugh–ngh! Go-Gojo! Gi-give me a warning next ha… time!” you slurred, mouth already drooling.

But Gojo wasn’t listening because he was just as dumb with lust. “Ah~♡ My darling’s tight loser hole... I missed this,” he rambled, his hips already moving at a fast pace.

Fwap fwap

“Shi– too fast, G-Gojo! Nghhh~ haa! Huagh!!!” you cried, your hands gripping the sheets tightly, head tilting back as his dick pounded your prostate over and over.

Gojo felt his cock twitch at your reaction. He moaned like a slut, just as loud. “Oh! Ah! Ahn! Y-Y/N! You're so tight–so fucking tight!”

You felt your body shudder, your vision starting to blur. “FUCK! A-Ahm–I'm gonna cum!!”

Gojo didn’t hear you–but just as he hit your prostate again, your vision went white.

Feeling you tighten around him, Gojo’s mouth dropped open, watching you cum like a virgin all over again. “Finally! Darling’s cumming! Hehe ahh~”

Gojo was surprised when you suddenly flipped him onto his back. His eyes widened as he watched you strip off your top, his cock still barely inside you. The sight only turned him on more.

You glared down at him, still breathless and flushed. “You haven’t cum yet, and I’m still pent up from the tournament.”

Without warning, you slammed your hips down.

Plop, plop!

This time, it was Gojo’s back that arched. “Ohh! Love your hole! Ngh–love it so much!”

You smirked, but your confidence flickered when you felt his cock reach even deeper. “Ohh! Y-You love it? Ngh–mhm! Love my loser hole?”

Gojo nodded frantically, hands gripping your hips with desperation. “Y-Yeah! Love your hole!”

The way you tightened around his thick length had him leaking pre-cum again and again, his brain short-circuiting with pleasure. “Da-hm… Awm… too–ngh… cu– ngh!” He couldn’t even form a straight sentence anymore.

Plop plop schlorp!

You didn’t understand or didn’t care as you kept slamming your hips down over and over. “Haa–ngh! Cre-creampie this loser’s ass!”

And Gojo did.

He arched his back, the tip of his cock pressing deep, kissing the very end of your hole. “Huaghhh!!” His eyes rolled back, pupils replaced with hearts as he threw his head back.

Your body trembled, your own orgasm crashing into you. “Ooh~ Shoo full! Shoo good!” you slurred, your dick twitching as his thick cum filled you to the brim.

“Haa… haa…”

Both of you took a moment to catch your breath.

‘Shit, he fucked me and I fucked him hard,’ you thought once your mind finally cleared. But Gojo’s hadn’t.

His head was still thrown back, tongue hanging out.

‘So lewd,’ you thought, a devious idea forming in your mind. With shaky legs, you stood up and reached for your pants to grab your phone.

Gojo didn’t even notice you holding it.

He reached down to touch his still-hard cock, wet with cum. He held it up, showing he was still painfully pent up.

“More pleash… fuck me more…” he mumbled, dazed.

You stroked yourself slowly, groaning, and took a photo.

“Looks like I’m not streaming tomorrow,” you muttered under your breath. “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

From far away, a certain long black-haired angel watched through his orb, eyes narrowing as he glared down at you.

“So dirty,” he muttered.

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#bottom male reader #gojo satoru #gojo smut #x bottom male reader #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #jjk x male reader #gojo x male reader #x male reader #male reader smut

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hearthomelesbian · 2 years ago

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just found out sylveon isnt in bdsp???????? what the fuck!!!

#they literally included fairy type.#and oras included the evos and ore evos added in g4.#i hate nintendo!!!!!!! growling barking snarling biting killing. etc.#elliot lore #pre* evos

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faithsmadhouse · 2 months ago

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Hostile Environment||John Walker (U.S. Agent) x fem!Reader

Word count: 939

Summary—you and John hate each other but when one messes up on the mission and gets separated from the rest of the team you distract yourself from the only way you can…by hate fucking.

Content Warnings: Enemies-to-lovers, raw unprotected sex, rough handling, wall sex, degradation/praise mix, name-calling, biting, possessiveness, after-mission injuries, light blood, unresolved sexual tension, post-sex denial of feelings.

The reinforced steel door slammed shut behind you, the magnetic lock hissing into place.

“Shit,” you hissed, pressing your back to the cold wall. Your shoulder burned—shrapnel, maybe—but you weren’t bleeding out. Just trapped. With him.

“Well done, sweetheart,” John muttered, pacing the length of the ruined corridor. “Next time, maybe don’t blow the goddamn exit before we’ve both cleared it.”

You scoffed. “Next time, maybe keep your head down instead of playing hero. I was busy not getting shot.”

His eyes cut toward you, jaw clenched. “I am the hero.”

You snorted, leaning your head back against the wall. “You’re a jackboot with a broken moral compass.”

John stopped in front of you, chest heaving, sweat streaking grime across his face. “You’ve got a real mouth on you.”

“Yeah? You’ve got a real stick up your ass.”

The silence between you snapped tight, strung up on static and heat and bruised adrenaline. You’d been at each other’s throats since the Thunderbolts first formed—barking, biting, circling like dogs with nowhere to run. Now it was just the two of you. Trapped underground. Hours until extraction. Armed to the teeth with tension.

His gaze dipped—just for a second. Over your chest. The torn fabric. The bloodstain. And then back up.

“You’re hurt,” he said roughly.

“No shit, genius.”

“I should look at it.”

“I’d rather bleed out.”

That made him grin—sharp and humorless. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”

“Good. Because you’re a fucking headache.”

He was in front of you before you could blink, grabbing your wrist, pushing you back into the wall not hard, not enough to hurt, but enough to say I’m done playing nice. You didn’t flinch. You never flinched.

“You gonna swing at me, soldier boy?” you taunted, lips curling.

His eyes dropped to your mouth. “Not unless you want me to.”

That was the last thing either of you said before it happened.

You surged forward. He met you halfway. Teeth, tongue, bruising lips and the taste of blood and dust. Your hands shoved his chestplate off, uncaring where it clattered. His hands ripped your vest open, fingers greedy over skin, tugging until fabric tore.

“God, you’re such a bitch,” he snarled against your mouth, grabbing your ass and hauling you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, nails scraping over the buzzed edge of his hair.

“And you’re a cocky, overcompensating prick,” you gasped, biting his lip so hard he groaned.

He slammed you against the wall. Concrete bit into your back. His fingers were already undoing his belt, fumbling with your pants. Too fast, too frantic to be careful.

“You want this?” he growled.

You grabbed his jaw, forcing his face close. “If you stop now, I’ll kill you.”

That was all he needed.

It wasn’t slow. It wasn’t sweet.

It was raw spit-slick, pants shoved halfway down, bodies bruised from battle and still aching for more. John thrust into you like he had something to prove, like every grunt and growl and curse was another point scored.

You clawed at his back, dug your heels into his flak jacket, rode the pain like a wave. “Harder, you asshole,” you panted, forehead pressed to his.

He laughed darkly. “Bossy little thing. Bet you get off on barking orders.”

“Bet you cry after sex.”

He fucked you harder.

Your breath hitched as he bottomed out, thick and burning, scraping your walls raw. “Fuck—”

“That’s right,” he hissed. “Take it. Just like that. Loudmouth bitch can’t shut up unless she’s full of cock, huh?”

You moaned, biting down on his shoulder so hard he cursed again. He didn’t stop. Didn’t falter. Just gripped your hips tighter and rutted up into you like he hated the way you felt too good.

You met him thrust for thrust, eyes rolling back when his pelvis ground against your clit. “Fucking—God, John—”

His name on your tongue nearly undid him.

“Say it again,” he demanded, hand wrapping around your throat—not choking, just holding. Possessive. Wild.

You hissed through your teeth, hips rolling. “John. Walker. You fuck like you fight—messy.”

That made him growl.

“I’m gonna cum in you,” he said, low and filthy. “You’ll feel it for days.”

You didn’t stop him.

Didn’t want to.

You clenched around him, thighs shaking. “Do it,” you whispered. “Fucking do it.”

He kissed you hard when he came—snarling into your mouth, hips twitching, warmth flooding you in thick, pulsing waves.

You followed seconds later, stars bursting behind your eyes, body tensed and boneless all at once. It left you breathless, panting, still clinging to him like you might fall if you let go.

For a long moment, neither of you moved.

Just breathing. Skin slick. Minds racing.

Then—

“Get off,” you mumbled.

He stepped back reluctantly, slipping out of you with a grunt. You winced. Your legs nearly gave out. He caught you before you hit the ground, muttering, “Don’t flatter yourself—I just don’t want to explain your corpse to Ross.”

You shoved his chest. “Still a prick.”

He grinned. “Still wet for me.”

You huffed, turning away, yanking your pants back up. “This meant nothing.”

“Good,” he said. “Because I still can’t stand you.”

But when you turned your back, he looked at you like he already missed the weight of you around him. Like he didn’t hate the way you said his name.

You both ignored it.

#marvel smut #marvel x you #marvel x reader #marvel #john walker #john walker x reader #john walker smut #john walker x y/n #john walker x you #marvel fanfic #thunderbolts

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phykoha · 14 days ago

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DON'T TOUCH THAT DIAL!! (Well, okay, you can touch it. Just be gentle.)

sigh................ yk? fhgdjfsds barking growling snarling biting his fucking head off and killing him

#phy's sketchbook #art #deltarune #utdr #tenna #tenna deltarune #mr tenna #deltarune chapter 3 #deltarune tenna #mr ant tenna #deltarune spoilers #objectum

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xoxolaw · 1 month ago

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if you would be so kind…. seongje x reader but she’s insanely dense??? like very nice and kind sorta dense. “aw you were watching me? good to know u care so much” and he’s lowkey tweakin out. she just thinks they friends for all of the time he spends around her until maybe he just has to get over his avoidance issues or something. anyways feel free to twist this however you want, thank you !!!

+ YOU CARE SO MUCH

in which seong-je can't help but feel frustrated due to how oblivious the sweet, dense girl he's hopelessly into is.

Geum Seong-je x reader

fluff

Seong-je had a rule. Three seconds.

If someone pissed him off for more than three seconds, they got dropped.

No hesitation. No exceptions.

People learned fast. Keep your eyes down. Don’t talk to him unless spoken to. Never test his patience.

And yet, here you were. Walking, talking, smiling proof that his rule had its limits.

“Seong-je!” you called from across the hallway, waving at him like he hadn’t just finished beating some second-year half to death behind the gym.

You didn’t even flinch when you saw the blood still on his knuckles.

“You’re bleeding,” you said, pulling a napkin from your bag.

“I know I’m bleeding.” He sneered, but his voice didn’t have its usual bite. “I like it that way.”

You just tilted your head, eyes soft. “Still, you’ll get it on your uniform.”

And then you were dabbing at his hand. Touching him.

He could’ve killed you for that.

He didn’t.

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You weren’t like the people he surrounded himself with. You weren’t strong. Not by his standards. Not violent. Not cunning. Just stupidly kind.

And dense.

God, so dense.

When he made fun of you, you laughed.

When he skipped class to sit on the rooftop, you brought him snacks.

When he stared at you too long, too hard, too obviously—you’d just smile and say, “Good to know you care so much.”

Care?

He should’ve punched a wall.

He almost did.

Instead, he smoked. He watched. He loomed.

And you kept letting him.

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The tipping point came on a Thursday.

You were in the courtyard, sitting on the grass with your legs tucked under you, reading something stupid—he could tell it was stupid by the way your face lit up at every page.

“Why do you always look so damn happy?” he said, dropping into the grass beside you without asking.

You blinked, surprised. “Am I not allowed?”

He smirked. “Most people have the decency to be miserable around me.”

You just shrugged. “You’re not that scary, Seong-je.”

He barked out a laugh. “Says the girl who saw me break a guy’s nose last week.”

“You were grinning like a maniac,” you said. “So I figured you were having fun.”

He stared at you. “You think this is a game to me?”

You tilted your head. “No. I think you like being strong. And I think you don’t know what to do when people aren’t scared.”

He blinked. For once, words failed him.

You smiled again, so gently, and went back to your book like you hadn’t just dismantled his entire persona with a casual sentence.

Seong-je lit a cigarette with shaking hands.

Three seconds.

Three fucking seconds.

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He started seeing you everywhere.

Not on purpose. He wasn’t following you.

(He was.)

You asked him to walk you to the bus stop once.

He said no.

Then did it anyway.

You offered to share your drink.

He said it was gross.

Then drank from the same straw.

He didn’t get it. You weren’t strong. You weren’t even interesting. But you made his chest feel like it was on fire every time you called his name like it meant something.

Like he was someone good.

And that pissed him off.

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“You have no self-preservation,” he growled one afternoon, pinning some third-year to the wall after they grabbed your arm in the hallway.

You blinked up at him. “He just wanted help finding the music room.”

“He touched you.”

“So?”

“So I broke his nose.”

You knelt beside the bleeding guy, already pulling out tissues. “You really need to stop doing that.”

“Then stop letting people near you,” he snapped.

You looked up at him, confused. “But why?”

And that was it.

That was when something cracked.

He hauled you up by your wrist and dragged you into the empty stairwell. The door slammed behind you, echoing like gunfire.

“Are you stupid?” he snapped. “Are you doing this on purpose?”

“Doing what?” you asked, honestly bewildered.

He laughed—mean and bitter. “Acting like I’m just some school friend. Like I’m some loyal dog who follows you around because I’ve got nothing better to do.”

You blinked.

He stepped closer, voice low, dangerous. “You think I do all this—pick fights, skip class, smoke my nerves out, bleed for you—because I like being your emotional punching bag?”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

“You’ve got three seconds,” he hissed.

“Three seconds for what?”

“To tell me you know.”

You swallowed. “Know… what?”

He stared at you like he wanted to strangle you and kiss you at the same time.

“I want you,” he said, voice sharp as a blade. “And I don’t mean your sweet little friendship. I mean your time. Your body. Your attention. I want you, and I’m two seconds away from going insane if you keep pretending you don’t see it.”

Your breath hitched.

“I don’t do kindness,” he continued, almost panting now. “I don’t do softness. I break things. I like breaking things. But when you smile at me, I—”

He cut himself off.

Ran a hand through his hair. Laughed bitterly.

“And you’re still just staring.”

“I didn’t know,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I really didn’t know.”

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, backing off. “You do now.”

Silence.

Then you said, “I don’t know what to do with this.”

Seong-je’s jaw clenched.

He turned away, bracing a hand against the wall like it might keep him from doing something stupid—like yelling, or kissing you, or punching through the drywall.

“Then forget it,” he said, biting the words out like glass. “Pretend it didn’t happen.”

“I don’t want to pretend.”

His head snapped toward you.

You were still staring at him—eyes wide, voice soft, hands balled in the hem of your shirt like you didn’t know where else to put them.

“I don’t know what to do with it,” you repeated. “But I don’t want to ignore it either.”

He stared.

Waited.

Waited for the punchline.

Waited for you to laugh it off, the way you always did, like everything he did was just another joke in your day.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you stepped closer.

“Seong-je,” you said, carefully, “I’m… not good at this.”

“No shit.”

“But I don’t think you’re just some friend.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Then what the hell am I?”

You hesitated, cheeks coloring, fingers twitching at your sides. “Something… important?”

“Something important?” he echoed flatly.

You nodded.

His mouth twisted. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re terrifying,” you said, smiling faintly. “But I still sit with you. Still talk to you. Still bring you snacks.”

“I thought you were just stupid,” he muttered.

“Maybe I am.” You took another step forward. “But if you want me, and you’re not just messing with me, then maybe you should do something about it.”

His breath caught.

Then he laughed. Low. Dangerous.

“You think I haven’t been doing something about it?” he said, stepping into your space. “I’ve been holding myself back. Every damn day. You think restraint comes naturally to me?”

You didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

Because suddenly his hand was on your face, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.

And for a second—just a second—the world froze.

Then he kissed you.

Not gently.

Not sweetly.

It was rough, like a warning, like he was staking a claim. Like he’d been starving and just found his first meal.

You gasped into it, hands flying to his jacket, unsure whether to push or pull, but he was already gripping your waist, dragging you closer until there was nothing between you but heat and breath and every unspoken thing.

When he pulled back, his eyes were half-lidded, lips parted, expression wild.

You were flushed, dazed, your fingers still curled in his shirt.

He smirked.

“There,” he said, voice hoarse. “That clear enough for you?”

You nodded, speechless.

But then, like always, you tilted your head and smiled.

“I still think you’re not that scary.”

He groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Too late,” you whispered.

And he laughed—actually laughed—before kissing you again, slower this time, like maybe three seconds would never be enough.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE + MASTERLIST

Really enjoyed writing this request!!! I hope you enjoyed reading it as well!!

#geum seong je #geum seong je x reader #geum seongje x reader #weak hero class two #weak hero x reader #wolf keum

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sebmindbreak · 1 month ago

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GASHARPOON! john doe x siren! you

HEADCANONS TIME!

i worked on those early and now i can publish them >:D

(i had to reread myself alot i did alot of errors , especialy spelling gasharpoon with only one o...)

IM TRYING MY BEST >:/

ANYWAYS

i got john doe coming trust me.

TITLE : stupid sea

HHEHE ALR!

Platonic Headcanons

He hates sirens. Or so he says. Especially the ones who sing sailors to their deaths. He sees them as manipulators. Liars. Monsters.

The only reason he didn’t slice you the moment he saw your fins was because you looked confused instead of smug.

You didn’t try to lure him with a song, just stared at him with tilted curiosity. That pissed him off more.

Despite his grumbling, he didn't leave. And you kept showing up. Humming softly. Splashing water at his boots.

“Stupid sea witch,” he’d mutter.

First Meeting Headcanons

He was on deck, cursing at the sea like always, when he caught a flicker of movement in the waves—you.

His instinct was to draw his harpoon. Sirens kill pirates. End of story.

You just blinked at him, half-submerged, eyes wide and strangely unthreatening. You didn’t sing. You just smiled.

“Tch. A mute one? Great.” He walked away, expecting you to disappear.

The next day you were there again. And the next. And the next. He started yelling at the ocean less.

Getting Along Headcanons

You brought him a shell once. A tiny thing, blue and spiraled. He threw it overboard. Ten minutes later, he dived in to get it.

You started mimicking his expressions. When he scowled, you scowled. When he smirked, you tried it too. That got him to laugh once. Just once.

He pretended to ignore you every time you trailed the ship, swimming alongside. But you noticed how his eyes flicked to you. Often.

He told the crew you were a “nuisance that refuses to drown.” But if any of them insulted you? He got violent.

You finally sang once. Soft, not for power, not to lure—just a lullaby. He didn’t sleep that night. He stared at the stars, wondering what the hell was happening to him.

Realizing He Has Feelings

The day you got injured by a net, he panicked. No one saw it. But he pulled you up, cursed, and tended your wounds with trembling hands.

You bit his hand once, playfully. He yelled at you. But then rubbed the bite mark like it meant something.

He started bringing you things. Not flowers he's not soft like that. But weapons, trinkets, buttons, coins. “Shut up and take it,” he'd bark.

One day he saw your reflection in the water, smiling up at him. His chest tightened. He almost slipped off the railing.

He began to hate every siren except you. And that scared him more than anything else.

How He Confesses

It wasn’t romantic. It was a growled, frustrated, “I should hate you.”

You tilted your head, like always. So he grabbed your chin and snapped, “But I don’t. And I hate that more.”

He stared at you for a long moment, eyes burning like fire against the cool ocean. Then he grunted.

“You’ve ruined me, fishy. I hope you're proud.”

He handed you his favorite blade. Rusted, old, but meaningful. “You ever leave me? I’ll dive down and find you.” It was a threat. It was a vow.

Romantic Headcanons

He lets you braid his hair now. Or decorate his hat with seashells. He growls, but never stops you.

You swim beside the ship constantly. He keeps pace with you from the deck, always watching. If you disappear under the waves for too long, he panics.

When you kiss him (on land or when you pull him underwater), he tastes salt and strangely fish-. He always ends up flustered, muttering curses under his breath.

He holds you tighter than necessary when he hugs you, arms banded around you like you might vanish into foam.

He calls you things like "my wave" , "my starfish" , or still "sea witch" but now it's more of a playful name than anything else.

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etfrin · 2 years ago

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❝ ִִִִִִִִִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָָָָָָָָָ higher with my lover — coriolanus snow ִִִִִִִִִִִִִֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶֶָָָָָָָָָָָָָ ❞

☆　Warning: NSFW | Snow is his own warning, pinv sex, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), riding, handjob, mentions of blood & blood sucking, Capitol! Reader, reader is mentioned to be a virgin, mentions of poison and death, district+lucy gray slander (necessary to the plot), mention of Sejanus, degradation & praise kink if you squint, dry humping | lmk if I missed anything!

☆　Pairing: fem! Reader x young! peacekeeper! Coriolanus Snow

☆　Summary: Lucy Gray left but you find him in the forest instead and shit goes down

☆　A/N: this fic is inspired by the fact that i imagined myself to be the one sucking the 'poisoned bite' and be like now we both die and i like you lmao, i hope you guys like it!

Ps. This is the official canon ending :D

Ps². Listened to this song mainly to write the smut, so i am just gonna leave it here. . .

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“Lucy Gray! Are you trying to kill me!?”

Coriolanus Snow yelled as he kept pointing the gun in random directions. It wasn't long after that he began shooting in the sky causing the murder of numerous mockingjays up in the air.

He had found the necklace, he had found the scarf. She left. She was a loose end. She needs to die, fucking die so Snow could have the life he deserved. The life he worked for, the life he was entitled to since birth. The life of a Snow.

“Lucy Gray! We can talk about this!” He yells out, “Just come out!” But Lucy Gray was nowhere to be found, as if she was a ghost. As if she was the Lucy Gray from the song, a mystery to never be found.

He pointed his gun in the direction where he heard the sound of a twig snapping. It wasn't Lucy Gray but you. Your eyes were wide, chest heaving as you slowly walked towards him with your hands raised. “Coryo,” you whispered, scared, your feet walking towards him with hesitation but never flattering.

He had no idea how you had found him. He wasn't sure why you were either here. It was already too much for him that Sejanus came (and now he is dead, dead, dead. The third person he had killed). And you followed him too, pulling in favors, deciding to be a medic along with Sejanus, serving time with your best friends (not his, he never considered you or Sej as his friend).

“Where's Lucy Gray!?” He yelled, walking towards you, gun still pointed. It makes you walk backward until your back hits the hard bark of a tree. The rough texture of the bark is uncomfortable due to your thin shirt. You scrunch your nose at the mention of her. You never liked her much. He didn't know why but perhaps it was all a ruse just for this very moment. This very betrayal from her.

“How would I know?” You scoffed, the haughty attitude of a Capitol citizen coming through despite having a gun pointed at you. He pressed the end of the gun at your chest. “Tell me the truth,” he growled. “That girl tried to poison me. Tell me where she is!”

“I don't know,” you hiss back, your eyes ablaze. “And get the gun out of my face. You should be heading to a fucking medic right now. Are you sure she poisoned you?” Your voice was now laced with concern, eyes softening as you looked at him, his t-shirt clinging to him with sweat, his cheeks flushed, eyes so wide that the blues were hidden with black instead.

Coryo gets the gun away from you to put his arm forward. Showing you his snake bite, the puncture wound oozing out beads of red blood on his snow-like skin. “It's probably non-poisonous,” you said, trying to sound optimistic.

“No, it's not!” He growls, and anger fills in every movement and word of his. “She's trying to kill me. She's district! I shouldn't have- shouldn't have-” You hold his arm, your fingers around his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

“It's fine,” you whispered, trying your best that the tone you use with him is soft and gentle. You want to shake him out of the mental breakdown that was happening. He shakes his head and you press your fingertips into the wound.

“It's fine,” you whispered, “let's get you back. Come on.” You try to urge him forward, only for him to pull himself out of your grasp. “No! I need to find her. She's a loose end. She will tell. She's a snake, not a songbird,” he rambles.

Despite the confusion you felt with his words, you grit your teeth. “Come on, Coryo! We need to head back,” you said, your hand on his wrist, trying to drag him out of the middle of the green forest.

“No! We need to find her out before the poison works” he yells, pulling you back and pushing you. Pinning you effectively between him and a tree.

You glare at him before a moment of impulsivity takes over you. You take his arm, your mouth around the bleeding wound and you suck letting whatever ‘poisoned blood’ onto your tongue. His eyes widen as he sees the redness of his blood now painting your lips. “Now can we go back?” You said as you licked the blood clean. “Because if it's poison, we will both die.”

“Why would-” he visibly freezes. He doesn't want your blood on his hands. No- it would be on Lucy's hands. It's her fault. Everything is her fault. “Why would you do that?” He whispered, leaning closer to you, his face now mere inches away from yours. It was like he was seeing you for the first time. Like he never saw you for you until now. Someone like him. Unhinged (not that he's willing to admit it).

He hooks his fingers under your chin, holding your jaw and tilting your lips towards his. His eyes were searching for sanity but seemed to have found none as a smile (filled with insanity) spread on his face. “You're crazy,” he whispered, “Are you that desperate?”

“Desperate for your well-being, Coryo,” you whispered, hating the fact that your gaze fell on his soft-looking lips. “I don't know what's wrong, Coriolanus. But come with me, let's go back. Lucy Gray isn't worth anything.”

“Lucy Gray is worth everything!” He yelled, pressing his body with yours, pain in your bones flaring as he without noticing crushed you.

“I am sure she will have poison for you too. I am sure she will come back then,” you spit out. You felt outrageous at his behavior. “She ran, didn't she? To the North. You gonna go there too, Coryo?” you questioned, your eyes now meeting his. You try to find an answer but find something deeply tangled instead, neither a yes or a no.

You never felt such pity for Coriolanus Snow before as you did now. You put your palm on his cheek. “Come with me,” you said, softening your voice. “Back to the peacekeepers, the general told me about District 2 and I can put in favors so we can be back in the Capitol in no time.”

“You didn't choose Sejanus,” you whispered, the mention of Sej causing him to freeze. “Choose me,” you plead, feeling pathetic for being reduced to this. But it was for your Coryo so it was worth it. Wasn't it?

A chip from the bird makes him look away but you use your hand to make him face you again. Tears begin to pool in your eyes. You find your heart preparing itself for a rejection. “Choose me,” you choke out, a sob in your throat ready to come out when he says no, no, no Lucy Gray it is, never you.

You wait and wait for the rejection, your eyelids closing themselves so he doesn't see himself (or the way you looked at him with love) in the reflective tears. “Look at me,” he whispered, feeling his hot breath on your lips now. And you didn't want to listen but your eyes opened back up, light coming in and he's in your sight.

All glorious as you always thought of Snow.

Snow lands on top.

Haven't every Capitol child learned that from history? You were no exception. And you never planned to be. Even after finding out the truth about his situation, you never thought less of him, if anything everything you felt about him increased tenfold without your consent. Oh, how you should hate him. Oh, but how much you love him.

He leaned in and you didn't move. He stops for a mere second as if reconsidering his decision. But then decided to fuck it because the next thing you know his lips against yours.

He tasted like cheap alcohol, he tasted like ruin and danger. You ate it all up by parting your lips so his tongue could slip in. You let out a moan as his teeth bite into your lips. For a moment you think he's a snake and that he's the one poisoning you. His poison is more potent than an actual snake’s ever could be.

You were simple prey, that's it. Instead of a bullet, he was shooting your heart with a kiss. And it was working because in the future he will be the end of you. A slow, slow poison, he controlled the kiss despite the way his tongue slid against yours was clumsy but so perfect.

You kissed him back to the best of your abilities, wondering briefly if you tasted like the pastry you had in the morning. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth to suck and bite however he wants. Your hands find his buzz cut instead of his golden curls and a whine leaves your lips from the frustration of the loss.

Your hand is on his nape and another is still on his cheek as neither of you breaks the kiss. It didn't matter that you were getting lightheaded. It didn't matter that you could feel your heartbeat increasing due to lack of oxygen. He was everything, you would be damned if you broke the kiss.

You gasp as the kiss is broken. You stare into his eyes, searching for something, anything. But you find nothing but ice blue. It sent chills down your spine but at least he had calmed down now. “Feeling better?” You asked and you got a rough nod as a reply.

“Come on, we have work to do,” he whispered as he pulled back. His dog tag dangles as he begins to walk towards the cabin again, navigating the path with his father's compass.

You find the cabin and the guns. Coriolanus looks at you waiting for a protest, disgust, expecting you to run away just like Lucy Gray. You didn't do anything except sigh, your shoulder wearing down as you realized the truth of it all. You didn't say a word but your hand finds his. He doesn't say anything either but squeezes your hand back. An unspoken promise. He had chosen you. You had chosen him. You were in this together now.

There's no going back.

Both of you row the boat and let the guns sink into the river, never to be found again. You find your way back to the cabin, the rain pouring down again. You sit beside Snow- no, no, still Coryo. Always Coryo. Your head on his shoulder, your knees pressed to your chest as you hear the tip tap of rain outside.

Not a single sound is made. But as time passes and the rain doesn't stop, you begin to crave his lips again. As if that one kiss was morphine, and you needed more to heal the ache of your soul. “Coriolanus,” you whispered.

“Coryo,” he reprimanded softly, his tone enticing as if he was trying to bewitch. You feel your palms sweat as embarrassment begins to nag your mind. You blurt it out before you can think about how pathetic you sound.

“Can I have another kiss, Coryo?”

The next few moments were a blur. Lips on lips. Clumsily tongues meeting each other and whining into each other's mouths. You were shamelessly grinding on Coryo's lap as your lips continued to stay locked with his. “I want you so bad,” you admit as you feel his cock harden underneath you.

“Since the academy,” you whispered against his lips, a moan escaping your lips when he held your hips and began to guide them to grind on his completely hard bulge.

“Oh, yeah?” He mocks, “It's pretty fucking obvious.” He choked off a groan coming out of his mouth, “You're willing to let go of the fact that I am a murderer, huh?” You let out a whimper as he mentioned that. But both of you knew the answer to that, a part of you knew what kind of predator he was. Ever since you knew about how he killed a tribute, you just called it. It never mattered to you how horrible he could be or in this case, is.

“Yes, yes,” you moan into his mouth. Was it an answer or a mere whine about how perfect the friction felt against your pantie-soaked pussy? You didn't know but Coriolanus thought of it as the former. “You gonna be my girl, then? A capitol princess being a peacekeepers’ doll to fuck,” he whispered, his tongue licking a strip of skin on your neck.

You moan as his teeth begin to harshly assault your skin, covering your neck with marks. “Yes,” you gasp, “as long as it's you.” God, how much more pathetic could you be? But it didn't matter, it got him higher and fed his ego after everything that had happened. He loved it and perhaps, he could grow to love you.

Not in the way, Coryo loved Lucy Gray but in the way Snow would love his First Lady.

Your hands tug off his wet t-shirt and throw it on the floor. His hands do the same with your peacekeeper's uniform. He grabs your hips, squeezing the plump of flesh there, his mouth panting into you and he looks at you with dilated eyes.

Time seems to have slowed down as you touch his dog tag, your fingers tracing the name carved into the metal. “I want this. You, right now, right here,” you whispered like it was the biggest secret of your life. “Do you?” You ask as your hands go lower to fiddle with the zipper of his pants.

He doesn't give you a verbal answer, only pulling you into another kiss with his fingers woven into your hair in a fist as his free hand goes down below to free his cock from the confines of his trousers.

You grip his length, stroking it and squeezing out pearly pre-cum from the tip. You savor the deep groan that leaves his lips. “Fuck… just like that, doll,” he instructed and you obey. Your strokes get faster and his pre becomes natural lube as you continue. He lets out a hiss when you twist your wrist and his hand snares around your wrist. “Wanna cum in your cunt first,” he said, breathless from the ecstasy of having your hands on him.

Within moments the remaining clothes on both of you were scattered around the cabin. You moan into his mouth, your fingers desperately clawing at his shoulders as you begin to grind your soaking wet pussy against his hard cock. You gasp, elated by how your folds pressed against his length, his cockhead being teased by your slit but unable to breach the threshold.

The kisses you shared with him were sloppy. Saliva coating his chin as neither of you was willing to separate your lips for a single unnecessary moment. You knew your lips would hurt by the end of this, that they were swollen and the inside of it bleeding because of how insistently his teeth loved to bite your lower lip. He was no better either. You tasted more blood from the kisses now than anything, and it didn't matter to you because somehow the salty, rusty taste felt like just him.

You let out a sound unfitting of a Capitol-raised woman when his cockhead slips inside your gummy walls. His tip now profusely leaks pre-cum inside your gummy walls. You pulled back, biting your lower lip to stop the whimper as you feel his cockhead stretching out your virgin walls.

“That's it, dove,” he lets out, all needy and heated. His hands squeeze your hips to be encouraging as you let yourself down on his cock slowly. “Take it all in. You can do it, doll,” he whispered, as his eyes were down looking at his length entering you, being surrounded by the wicked, addicting warmth of your tight cunt.

“I can?” You let out a whine, as the pain bleeds into the pleasure, the ratio of it throwing you off the dizzy full lust. He hums in encouragement as you finally fill yourself with his dick to the hilt. Your slick walls pulsate around his length.

“Atta girl,” he smiles at you, his eyes brightening up from how well you took him and without any complaints whatsoever. “That's a good slut,” he whispered and smirked when he felt your walls clench around him deliciously.

You tried to move your hips but gave up when the burn made your eyes water. He coos at you encouragingly, telling you to adjust to his girth first. He wasn't going to rut into you like a dog, you're a Capitol girl, not a district whore. He wasn't going to disrespect you like that, no matter how much he wanted you to begin rolling your hips.

So your lips latch onto his neck, while your arms are around him and your legs around his waist. You were clinging to him, as if afraid that if you ease up in your grip he will fade away from your life, from this moment and your reality together. The smell of sex and sweat begins to become stronger than the smell of gunpowder as you continue to give him hickeys in various places on his skin.

Coriolanus doesn't complain that you're marking him like this, not when he's doing the same task with his tongue tracing the love bites his teeth left. And you suspect he rather enjoys when you bite, as his cock twitches whenever your teeth dig into his flesh as if you're eating and your wet tongue licks over the bite as if you're tasting the flavor of his skin.

When you're finally comfortable with his cock being inside the most intimate part of you. You slowly but surely begin to make small, shallow thrusts that have you gasping, your eyes rolling back with how good it feels already because he was fucking into your g-spot with every roll of your hips. The thrusts were teasing, it had him groaning praises of you being a good girl and his hold tightening over your hips, surely leaving bruises.

You begin to relish the feeling of being stuffed, his cockhead kissing your cervix when you get the angle just right. Your folds coat him with your creamy juices, a ring of white forming on his base with how wet you were. Slowly but surely the pleasure begins to build up, your nails digging into his shoulders as you start to put up force with the way you rock back and forth on his cock.

You pant into his mouth, your lips letting out sharp moans when his dick strokes your walls just right. He lets you control the pace, his mouth busy latching onto your nipple to suck. His tongue swirls around the bud, hardening it inside his mouth and he nips your nipple just to have you jolt from the bite and squeeze down on his cock.

One of his hands now kneads the other breast he wasn't giving much attention to, his fingers rolling the nipple, pinching the bud, and playing with it. His other hand goes between your bodies and finds your clit. You soon realize he was working with a pattern that was driving you insane, turning your cunt into a hotter slicker mess.

When he swirled his tongue around your nipple, his fingers did roll the other bud. Meanwhile, his thumb would drive small, rapid circles onto your swollen bundle of nerves. When he bit into your nipple, his fingers pinched your clit making you gasp with thunderous pleasure filling your veins.

He continues at this and tension begins to build up in your tummy. You close your eyes as animalistic instincts begin to take over your body. The need to cum overrides everything else as you begin to roll your hips faster and harder. Desperate to cum around his cock for the first time of many times in your life. He feels the same way because he encourages you with his hips bucking into you, thrusting perfectly inside of your slick walls.

“So close, Coryo!” You moan, your nails leaving red lines in their path on his shoulders. He latches off your breasts to whisper, “Cum then, my slut. Let me feel you milk my cock like a good cockwhore would.” You let out a louder moan at his words. His condescending tone snaps the tension that had formed in your tummy, you begin to cum.

Your pussy spasming around his cock, triggering his orgasm. He empties his balls inside of you without any hesitation, filling you up with his thick, hot cum. “That's a good girl. Look how well you took me. Look at the cum leaking out, dove,” his tone teasing, like many times he has teased in classes but the context of this was entirely different.

You look down, your pussy clenching around his cock again when you see his seed ooze out of you. Your body slumps into him, tired from all of this. Both mentally and physically. The storm was still going on. You lay in his arms, his cum now coating the insides of your thighs.

“You're smarter than Lucy Gray,” he said, “I pray you know better than to run. I won't miss the next time.”

You shake your head, trying to hide the smile forming on your face. Others would have run from his words, anyone sane would. Lucy Gray did after all. But you were just you.

“If I wanted to run, I wouldn't have found you in the first place,” you whispered, sealing your words with a soft kiss on his lips.

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heizlut · 1 year ago

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omg this is the first time i do this bc i always think i become a burden when i request sth🫠 BUT I PLUCKED MY COURAGE BC I LOVE YOU AND I HAVE A BOMB ASS IDEA BUT MY WRITING CAPABILITIES CANNOT DO IT JUSTICE. Ok so🫢 childhoofriend!/meandom!genshu lin x childhoodfriend!/sub!reader x childhoodfriend!/teasedom!jiyan after the war (lets pretend genshu didnt disappear/get unalived) and they release their pent up emotions by doing the deed and of course reader is more than happy to welcome them. Reader has enough holes for the two as you said😚😚

POOKIEEEE ILYSM🥹🫶🏼 i hope you like this!!!!!

What are Best Friends For?

〰cw: none

〰tags: sub fem!reader, mean dom!geshu lin, teasing dom!jiyan, all childhood besties with each other, creampie, unprotected sex, oral m!receiving, double penetration, anal, a lil degradation, throat fucking, a dash of stinky angst in the beginning

〰nsfw under the cut

〰m!list here

You always worried for your two best friends considering they were always at each other's throats, always arguing about battle strategies, what was right and wrong, or accusing the other of spending more time with you. You still did your best to act as a mediator or to provide them with whatever type of support they needed, no questions asked.

And right now, they both needed you. More than ever.

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Standing in the middle of battleground, the retroact rain surrounds both of them and all of Geshu Lin's soldiers. If looks could kill, Jiyan would be dead on the spot with the way Geshu Lin glowers at him. Jiyan stands his ground, "This isn't right. There's something wrong with this rain. It would be wise to retreat unless you really want everyone to die here."

Geshu Lin's tongue runs across his teeth before speaking in a biting tone, "Last I checked, you were only a combat medic." He scoffs, speaking again with disdain, "If thousands of my men must die, then so be it. Now shut up and keep moving." Jiyan stands there as the general turns away, barking orders at his soldiers, rage and concern bubbling up inside of him.

They both promised you they would be safe, that they would return home to you unscathed. But with Geshu Lin's bullheaded pride, the chances of coming home to the girl they both loved in their own way seemed unlikely. Jiyan couldn't allow Geshu Lin to go through with this.

"General, listen to me", he calls out. Geshu Lin ignores him at first continuing on until Jiyan's next words make him stop dead in his tracks. "What about y/n...? We made her a promise. Do you truly intend to break it?", Jiyan's voice is sad, almost desperate. Desperate for his arrogant childhood friend to just listen to him for once.

Geshu Lin stands still for a few moments before partially turning back to face Jiyan with narrowed eyes. He can see the sincerity and concern in Jiyan's expression, making something twist inside of his chest. "Put aside your pride, Geshu... Stop this before there is no going back", he pleads with deep resolution.

Geshu Lin grits his teeth, fully turning to look at Jiyan. "I'm doing this because of y/n, not because you personally told me to retreat", he growls out. Relief washes over Jiyan's features, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.

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You stand there pacing back and forth by the front window of your house, gnawing at your fingernails, worried as hell for the men you cared for so deeply. Only a few moments later do you hear their voices as they walk up the path towards your home, arguing with each other as usual.

You throw open your front door, running out to meet them with teary eyes and a smile that wobbles as you try not to cry tears of relief, "You're back! I was so worried I-" Jiyan pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly, nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing in your sweet scent.

"No need to worry anymore, I'm here...", he coos softly earning him a harsh glare from Geshu Lin. Geshu Lin pulls you from Jiyan's grasp and into his own embrace. "I'm here too", he speaks through gritted teeth, keeping his golden eyes narrowed at Jiyan who gives him an incredulous look in return.

You breathe out a laugh as Geshu Lin practically squeezes the life out of you, "I'm happy you're both here." You pull back slightly, only able to because Geshu Lin allows you. You look between the two of them with a little smile, "Let's not fight. We're all here together, so let's enjoy this moment." Geshu Lin grumbles and Jiyan gives a hint of a smile.

"Tell me what I can do to make you both happy", you speak, eyes flitting between the two pairs of intense golden eyes as you offer a solution like you always do. Geshu Lin's lips twitch up in a slight smirk which Jiyan catches, releasing a breath as he addresses him, "Be nice, Geshu..." You raise a brow and Geshu Lin's smirk widens as something glimmers in his dangerous gaze, "No promises."

With that, Geshu Lin scoops you up, making you yelp in surprise as he carries you over his shoulder, practically kicking your door down as he enters your home with Jiyan following behind.

Once inside, Geshu Lin sets you down on the bed unceremoniously which makes you laugh out of both surprise and amusement. Jiyan stands by the edge of your bed, watching Geshu Lin's every move, golden eyes flickering between the two of you.

Geshu Lin begins to peel of his clothes piece by piece with a smirk plastered on his fierce but handsome face. His toned muscles ripple in the soft light of your room, pale cock twitching against his abdomen. Jiyan follows suit, stripping off his clothes and tossing them in a pile on the floor.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you take in the sight of your two best friends bared before you. Their bodies are different yet similar, equally captivating and littered with old scars. Jiyan is the first to move, kneeling between your legs as his hands travel up your thighs, "You're going to be a good girl for us, yeah?"

You breathe out a small 'yes', to his words, making the corners of his lips curl up as he stands back up, both men looking down at you with a mix of danger and pleasure in their eyes. "Then strip", Geshu Lin chimes in with a sharp command as he slowly strokes his cock.

Your breath hitches at his command. Sure this wasn't anything new between the three of you, but only ever separately. You never thought you would be pleasing them both at the same time, but you would do absolutely anything for them. You strip off your tank top and bra, nipples hardening as the cool air of your room brushes over them.

Next comes your shorts, fingers fumbling the with button and zipper as you tug them down your legs along with your panties, exposing yourself fully to your friends' hungry grazes. You watch as they exchange a glace, their silent communication passing through them as though they've finally agreed on something for once.

Their eyes linger on your body as if committing every inch of you to memory. They both approach with predatory grace, Geshu Lin stands close to your face and Jiyan stands in front of your spread legs. Geshu Lin takes your chin in his free hand, tilting your head up to look at him.

"Here's how this is gonna work, doll. You're gonna lay back and put your head over the side of the bed so I can fuck that pretty mouth of yours", his voice steady and commanding.

He nods his head towards Jiyan, "And Jiyan here is gonna play with that pussy." "But don't you even think about cumming until I give you permission to do so", he growls out.

All you can do is nod before you lay back, positioning yourself in the way Geshu Lin told you to. Your head hangs off the side of the bed, Geshu Lin's cock throbbing in front of you as Jiyan crouches between your legs once more, licking his lips at the sight of your twitching hole.

Jiyan's fingers trace over your folds, spreading them as he exposes your wetness. Two fingers tease your entrance, watching intently as your juices glisten in the soft light and make his digits slick.

A soft gasp has your lips parting, allowing Geshu Lin to angle his cock into your mouth. A low groan escapes his lips when he pushes past your soft lips and stretches your mouth open.

The sudden intrusion makes you clench around nothing as Geshu Lin's taste floods your senses. A garbled moan rises from your throat as you feel Jiyan's fingers press against your wet entrance, teasing you before pushing inside. The dual sensations make your body quiver with need and lust.

Each noise you make sends shockwaves of pleasure through Geshu Lin's cock, making him thrust a little deeper. He reaches down, squeezing your breasts in his hands as if using them to anchor himself to you. "Fuuuck... That's right, doll. Take my cock", he moans as he forces his length deeper down your throat, making you choke slightly.

Jiyan's fingers continue to pump into you, his own cock throbbing with need when he feels you clench around his soaked digits, desperate for something bigger to fill you up. His thumb finds your swollen clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub.

When Jiyan's finger curl up against your spongy, sweet spot, your back arches up, pushing your chest further into Geshu Lin's grasp. Geshu Lin releases one of your breasts only for his palm to crack down against it, making you let out a choked cry around his cock.

"You better hold off that orgasm, doll. I haven't finished yet", he growls. Jiyan chuckles as you writhe against the sheets, fingers continuously curling up inside of you. "Aww, having a tough time, love?", he coos teasingly, relishing in the way your body aches for more.

You try to speak, to beg them to allow you to cum, but all that comes out are muffled whimpers around Geshu Lin's throbbing cock. You squirm again, helpless against Jiyan's expert fingers, feeling as though your body is on fire. With a snarling growl, Geshu Lin pulls out of your mouth as you gasp for air, "Fuck it. Get on your hands and knees. I'd rather cum in your ass instead."

Jiyan's eyes snap up to his at his sudden change of mind, but pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss. Jiyan slides onto the bed, leaning back against your headboard as he beckons you towards him, cock twitching and leaking against his stomach, "Why don't you come up here and ride my cock, love?"

Geshu Lin gives him a sharp glare as he interferes with his plans. As you sit up, you look between the two men, one with a playful smirk on his lips as he pats his lap invitingly and the other has a dangerous look in his eyes that dares you to go against him. Geshu Lin scoffs when you crawl over to Jiyan, straddling his lap instead of following his orders.

Jiyan's smirk widens at your choice as he looks up at Geshu Lin, "Uh oh, seems she might have a favorite~" Geshu Lin snarls at his teasing words, but his eyes can't tear away from watching as you sink down on Jiyan's thick cock with a shuddering moan. Jiyan lets out his own breathy groan, eyes fluttering and head lolling back as he bottoms out inside of you.

Geshu Lin's own cock aches and leaks, still desperate to finish what he started. He climbs into the bed, positioning himself behind you. He grabs your hair, twisting it in his fist as he tugs your head back, "I'm not gonna let you two have all the fun."

He presses a searing kiss to your lips before releasing you as Jiyan's hands slide up your waist, pulling you to lean forward against him. With this new angle, Geshu Lin can see the girth of Jiyan's cock stretching out your cunt and your little asshole twitching in anticipation.

Finally, a little smirk plays on his lips as he lines up his tip with your smaller hole, spitting on it and watching as his saliva drips down towards Jiyan's cock. You suck in a breath when you feel it push and tease against the small ring of muscle.

Jiyan licks up your neck, nipping at your pulse point before pressing a soft kiss in the same spot. His breath ghosts against your slick skin as he teases you, "Relax... You can take it, can't you?"

You bite your bottom lip and nod, making the corners of his lips curl up as his eyes lock with Geshu Lin's in a silent confirmation before pressing another kiss to your neck, "Good girl." You let out a sharp cry as Geshu Lin pushing his cock into your ass the same time that Jiyan thrusts up into your wet cunt.

Geshu Lin hisses as your tight muscles throttle his length, "Fucking relax... Shit...." You feel so incredibly full having both of them inside of you at once, the sensation is utterly overwhelming. You try to hard to relax despite the insane stretch in both of your holes as your body struggles to accommodate them.

Jiyan reaches down, playing with you clit to help ease the pressure. "You're our good girl, aren't you, love..." You relax a little, your breasts squished against his broad chest as you whimper.

Jiyan's eyes flit back to Geshu Lin's with a nod. With zero warning, both men begin to thrust into you holes, making you gasp and moan so beautifully for them.

Both men let out husky groans, eyes rolling back as their cocks rub against each others through the thin layer of skin that separates them. The extra pressure and stimulation sends them reeling as they begin a steady, but brutal rhythm.

Jiyan's cock hits the deepest parts of you, pressing up against your cervix with each deep thrust, while Geshu Lin's cock pushes deep into your unexplored depths.

Tears spring in your eyes from both pleasure and pain. Jiyan continues to rub your clit furiously, bringing back that familiar heat that coils up inside of you as they ravish your holes.

Geshu Lin grips your jaw, tilting your head back as he kisses you with a heated and possessive passion. His tongue pushes and moves against yours as his grip tightens and his hips buck forward erratically.

Watching his friends kiss each other sloppily sparks a possessive and jealous flame within Jiyan. Wanting to bring your attention back to him, he grips your hips and thrusts up especially hard, smirking when you gasp against his friend's lips.

Geshu Lin rolls his eyes as he pulls away from your lips, but moves his hand down to your throat, squeezing lightly. "You're pathetic, you know that?", he scoffs.

You can't tell if that comment was meant for you or for Jiyan but the degradation of his words has you clenching down on both their cocks, making them moan.

Jiyan rubs your clit faster as he spurs on your impending orgasm, "Come on, baby. Cum for us." Your eyes flutter and Geshu Lin applies more pressure to your throat as he whispers harshly in your ear, "I wanna feel you squeeze my cock again. Bet you like being fucked in the ass, huh, doll?"

You whimper, wanting to protest but that would be a fucking lie. It doesn't take long for the coil inside of you to snap as your juices gush all over Jiyan's cock. Both holes milk their cocks for all they're worth as they both shudder and groan, releases load after load of sticky, hot cum inside of you.

Their cocks throb and twitch as they begin to soften inside of you. With another shared look between them, they pull out of you at the same time, making you mewl from overstimulation. Their golden eyes lock onto your holes as their cum drips and and dribbles down your thighs and onto the sheets below.

"Goddamn...", Geshu Lin rasps at the sight. Jiyan feels his spent cock twitch again, arousal pooling in his belly once more. You collapse against Jiyan as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. Geshu Lin sits down beside him and puts his fingers under your chin, making you look to him.

"Give me a kiss", Geshu Lin's voice is softer now, but still holds that commanding edge. You lean towards him, pressing your lips to his gently. He sighs into the kiss, feeling all the tension release from his body. When you pull back, Jiyan redirects your gaze to him, pointing to his own lips with a slight teasing smile, "Me too, love."

You smile a little at both of their antics, but lean forward, kissing him just as softly. Jiyan smiles against your lips before you pull back. Looking between the two of them, your closest friends since childhood, you feel your heart ache with love in your chest.

Leaning forward, you embrace both of them, catching them off guard, "I love you both. I'm glad you're here with me." The sentiment makes them swell with emotions they would rather keep under wraps, but they both love you. They truly do. Always have.

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a/n: whew it got a lil emotional at the end there🥲

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HAI HAI the creeps when they’re overstimulated?? ( sexually plz 😋)

( btw ur literally the best writer on this app 🫶 I hope you have good luck 5ever)

Yes 🙏 ride them to submission anon!!!

๑ Warning: Overstimulation, implied vaginal/anal, begging, crying

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✦ . jeff the killer

Gets like this after his 5th time cumming.

Jeff lives off chaos and pleasure, but overstimulation is the one thing that shuts him up.

You’re on top of him, relentless, and he’s long since stopped talking—eyes wide, fingers clawing into your thighs as if grounding himself. His sharp grin is gone, replaced by parted lips and shuddering breaths. He can barely talk, too caught up in trying to stop himself from crying out every time your skin slaps against his.

“S-stop—fuck—God, you’re gonna kill me.”

He laughs but it’s hoarse. Desperate. If you pause just to mess with him, he physically bucks up to chase it again. All in all, even though he can’t cry, his face is flushed and he’s biting the fuck out of his lips. You’re not looking any better when he’s clawing the shit out of your skin as it sears against his.

“Oh fuck—Oh fuck—I’m gonna- Jesus don’t stop—”

✦ . ticci toby

Gets like this after his 3rd time cumming.

For how obnoxious Toby usually is—it basically triples like this.

His body stutters and jerks beneath you, a mix of involuntary hips jerks and overwhelming pleasure as he groans and whines through gritted teeth. He’s loud, so loud you have to slap your hands over his mouth and pray he doesn’t bite you. Your hand gets wet from the streams of tears from his eyes.

“I—I can’t—fuck, I can’t even feel my legs,” he pants, biting into his hoodie sleeve to muffle the sounds he’s making. His head is pounding with pressure, oblivious to the sting of it all, but he still feels the overwhelming force of your hips.

The overstimulation hits like a seizure; he’s dizzy, trembling, and drooling a little. You slow down to be nice. He grabs your hips and growls,

“Don’t you dare stop. Do-Don’t you ff-fuckin’ dare.”

✦ . eyeless jack

Gets like this after his 6th time cumming.

You always assumed Jack was too composed to ever come undone. Turns out he unravels to a whiny pleaser when pushed past his limit.

There’s sweat dripping down his jaw, his claws gripping your hips like a lifeline, breath coming in short, ragged bursts through ear-splitting growls and snarls. He’s torn through your clothes, your bedsheets, practically punctures holes in your mattress. Every time your ass hits the tops of his thighs, he cries out like all shrill and pitiful.

“Please—” It’s almost a whine. “Don’t—fuck—don’t make me beg.”

But he already is, with his body trembling and his hips still chasing you despite himself. His voice is rougher, cracking in ways you’ve never heard. The straight-postured, stone-faced facade is completely gone, replaced with a cum-desperate animal who just might cry if you stop now.

“Gonna cum—M’gonna cum again—Please, please, please let me-”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Gets like this after his 4th time cumming.

Tim tries to stay dominant. Stoic. But move your hips too fast and he gets mean. Barking filthy words, snarling at you to slow down. He pulls your hair, like yanking it any harder will make you stop. He feels overwhelmed, like no matter how angry he gets she can’t control you.

“No more—gah-goddammit, I said no more—”

He says that, but he doesn’t stop you, even though he definitely has the strength to. His fingers dig bruises into your skin, teeth gritted, his chest heaving like he’s been sprinting. You lean down and kiss the side of his neck and he whimpers through stone-gritted teeth—genuine, raw, and needy.

He hates that you’ve turned him into this, and he loves you for it. He doesn’t like to feel weak, doesn’t like to feel used, but he can’t figure out why he doesn’t feel like that when you’re holding him down and spending every ounce of energy he has.

“You’re such a bitch. Such a fucki—oh, God—”

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Gets like this after his 2nd time cumming.

Brian isn’t loud about it, he won’t tell you it’s too much, but his body betrays him. His back arches. His hands tremble. His mouth hangs open while breathless gasps escape between clenched teeth. Never will you ever see this man turn his face into the sheets and try and hide the way his eyes roll until now.

You murmur, “Too much?” He grits out, “Not enough.”

He wants to hold eye contact but keeps looking away, cheeks flushed, hissing curses under his breath as he rides it out with shaking limbs and ragged breath. He won’t touch you, he can’t, he’s afraid he’ll tear into your skin and ruin the rhythm you’ve got going. He’ll just bark at you to not stop, to keep moving you hips.

There’s almost a broken way he falls apart, not violent or angry, but just completely ruining himself. He just can’t muster his limbs to move, his bones feel like jelly, his face feels numb from grimacing so much. He’ll only speak when spoken to, trying his hardest not to grab you too hard.

“Feels good, so good— Mhm— Fuck—”

✦ . kate the chaser

Gets like this after her 5th time cumming.

Kate doesn’t lose control easily. She’s trained, hardened, all sharp lines and discipline. But if you grind your hips down like that any more, there’s no way she can hold on. She starts out silent—biting her lip, gripping your shoulders with white-knuckled fingers, trying to ride it out. But when the overstimulation hits her hard? She bucks, pressing her hips with searing pressure.

“Hah—shit—” she gasps, body jolting beneath you, her voice raspy and breathless. “I said that’s enough.” But her legs spread wider around you instead, and her head falls back with a broken moan.

She never begs, it’s beneath her. But she will move your body to match her speed, forcing you to comply with whatever position or tightness she wants. You’ll just have to suck it up and try to keep up.

“Don’t fight me—Uh huh, there you go—yeah—”

✦ . ben drowned

Gets like this after his 4th time cumming.

Ben is cocky until he isn’t, until he physically can’t be anymore. Once he hits that peak, he’s an absolute wreck, crying like a baby, rolling his eyes so hard he can’t see your face anymore. His tears aren’t water, just static coils of textures spilling down his cheeks, hot with electricity. His whole body is buzzing like there’s insects under his skin.

Glitching under your touch—literally—he glitches out of sync, static buzzing in your ear. His voice jumps from arrogant to needy, pitchy and broken, riddled with cracked vocals like you’re hearing him speak through a broken walkie-talkie. You don’t mistake what he’s saying, though,

“I—f-fuck, baby—okay, okay! Wait! Oh my GOD—!”

He’s babbling, grabbing onto anything—your wrists, your hair, the sheets. His legs go weak and he starts to short-circuit mid moan, hiccuping through sobs and biting the skin off his lips. Every time your hips slam down, you can feel the shock running through your veins like you just accidentally touched a live wire.

“Hah—I can’t—Can’t breathe—Oh fuck, what is happen-happening—Hgnn—”

✦ . clockwork

Gets like this after her 5th time cumming.

Clockwork is loud. Very loud. She’ll try to laugh through it—until her voice breaks, until she’s biting her knuckles and splitting the skin there, blood spotting on her bruised lips. She doesn’t care how bad it hurts, she thrives in the pain, gets off harder than ever the more rounds you go.

“Ohhh my god, fuck, I can’t—I—don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

She’s writhing, nails clawing down your back, mechanical eye flickering wildly. When she’s overstimulated, she gets possessive—grabbing your jaw, looking into your eyes, panting your name over and over. She’ll mark every inch of your skin, making sure you know that even after this is over you’re still hers.

There’s no embarrassment here. She’s narrating your every move, telling you exactly how good every touch feels, blabbering on and on like if she stops speaking you’ll stop moving. There’s no wondering if she’s close again, she’ll be yelling it for the mansion to hear.

“Fucking again—I’m gonna cum again—Jesus Christ, baby—What the fuuuck—”

✦ . laughing jack

Gets like this after his 6th time cumming.

You wouldn’t expect LJ to be the begging type—but he is. He sobs when overstimulated, absolutely wails his heart out. He just can’t take it, can’t seem to keep his hips up with the brutal pace you’re setting on top, absolutely wringing him of every last drop he’s got—or at least that’s how it feels. His face paint is smudged, absolutely ruined from sweat and tear streaks, most of it on your face too.

“Ahh—sweetheart, please, I can’t—”

His voice is high and full of frantic laughter that turns into broken whimpers. His hands shake, his eyes are glassy, and he’ll cling to you like you’re the only thing keeping him from absolutely exploding (not in the good way). The best part? He tries to run from it.

He tries to scoot away, to force your body off of him, but you persist. He’s grimacing, eyes clamped shut tight from crying so hard, teeth chattering in his skull. It’s too much for him—too much. He’s never been touched like this before. You’ve ruined him—but he’s never been happier.

“I can’t—Not again. Ple-Please not again—Sweetheart please stop, hah—Oh no—”

✦ . nina the killer

Gets like this after her 3rd time cumming.

Nina loves feeling good, but she is not used to feeling this good. Her whole body squirms, legs kicking, hips twitching. It’s like her mind and body can’t work together, two things saying very different things. Her body says stop, says it’s too tired, that she can’t take anymore. But her brain is begging for more, absolutely forcing her to sit there and take it.

“Wait—wait, babe, I—I’m not done!” she shrieks, giggling wildly.

Her makeup is smudged, mascara and eyeshadow running down her cheeks. Her skin is flushed, looking downright sickly from how overwhelmed she is. But she persists, refuses to listen to the pain, chases after that high as many times as you will let her have it.

She tries to stay cocky, to keep teasing you, but her voice keeps cracking, her thighs squeezing around you and her fingers gripping your hair. She starts babbling sweet nothings between gasps.

“Oh my god, I love you, I love you so much, holy shiiit—!”

✦ . homicidal liu

Gets like this after his 4th time cumming.

Liu has a breaking point—and you love watching him hit it. It’s what you would imagine he looks like after working out too hard—body limp, jaw slack, eyes glazed over as he stares at the ceiling. He can’t move, can’t even fathom grabbing your bouncing hips and asking you to stop. It doesn’t even hurt anymore, just pure pleasure.

“You’re evil,” he groans, smirking even through the haze. “Absolutely evil.”

His eyes roll back, fingers digging into the sheets, breath shaky and shallow. It gets to the point that he starts cumming one after the other, just a half-bounce from your hips has him gut tightening and his muscles shaking under his skin. He shoots blanks, just rolling in the feel of it at that point.

He’s overworked, flushed, completely undone—but he won’t beg. Not with words. He begs with the way he refuses to stop you and the way he keeps whispering your name like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. He’s dizzy, delirious, could barely answer a question if he tried. You’ve practically fucked him stupid. He slurs every word.

“I want—Ahhn, fuck. Wha-hah-what am I even sayin’? Fuuck, keep movin’ like tha—”

✦ . jane everlasting

Gets like this after her 5th time cumming.

Jane grits her teeth and takes it—at first. She’s a strong girl, can last for a long time, but once she starts unraveling? Once it becomes too fast? She unravels, practically crumbles to pieces.

“I said—” she chokes out, trying to sit up, only to collapse back down, trembling. Her breath is hitching. Her lips are trembling. “You’re gonna make me lose it,” she whispers, voice breaking.

She becomes almost a ragdoll, limbs and body flopping around, clinging onto anything that touches her. She wants you close, so close you’re panting into each other’s mouths and moaning in sync with every brush of your hips. She wants it hard, she needs it rough, but she has to have you right there with her or she’ll break.

She gets oddly sensitive then. Cooing nice words she’d be too nonchalant to say otherwise, chanting how pretty you are and how good this feels, making sure you know exactly how many times she’s cumming. She’s sweet, almost sickly, becoming so toxically positive you wonder if she’s hit her head.

“You’re so cut-hah-cute like this. Feels so good—yeah. Only you make me feel this good—aghh—”

✦ . x-virus

Gets like this after his 3rd time cumming.

Cody tries to stay chill. Fails. Becomes absolutely sensitive to every single touch like your fingers tips are burning holes into his chest. He whines, refuses to cry, but is just moaning and groaning every bounce of your hips, reacting to every touch.

“You’re seriously—oh my god—you’re insane.”

His cocky smirk fades fast. He ends up flat on his back, hair a mess, thrown across the bed like an object. His body jerks with every touch and his voice is wrecked, definitely straining it and going to lose it tomorrow. No matter how pitiful it is, he’s hungry, downright desperate to get off again and again until his body just refuses. He wants to see how many rounds he can last.

There’s nothing worse than someone who competes during sex, but that’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s matching your thrusts move for move, chasing that high like it’s the only thing he wants. He snarls and groans and grips you right through all of it, but there’s nothing that will stop him from making himself cum again.

“Again. Need it again—right now, right now, baby—C’mon give it to me—”

✦ . slenderman

Gets like this after his 9th time cumming.

Slender is silent. For a long time, anyway. You’d think he wasn’t feeling it—until the trembling starts. It’s small, you can barely notice it when your hips are rocking down on him, be he’s absolutely shaking. Trembling underneath you, terrible as a leaf.

He grabs your wrists, presses them together into one hand, and his control snaps. His voice is low, gritted, almost angry, “You are playing a very, very dangerous game.”

But he doesn’t stop you. In fact, he shudders hard and finally lets out the softest moan—something real. Something desperate. It’s jarring. The most you ever get out of the cryptid during sex is growled instructions and grumbles of approval, but never really any guttural reactions. It lights a fire in you, making you want hear it again.

The brows and jaw of his faceless skin are tense, locked tight under the white flesh. But there’s no mistaking the way his jaw ticks and how sharply he is gritting to keep himself quiet. Like moaning is some means to an end, like it’ll ruin the facade he has built since the beginning. But it breaches, the air around you becomes tight, almost too thick to breathe. Then his jaw unlocks, and a shrill sound of need leaves him. Like an animal desperate for food. It doesn’t last, he goes back to quiet. His tentacles speak for him though, jerking and twirling tighter around you with every bounce.

“Enough. I’m—Mmm. Please, ease your pace, love.”

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