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brittlecakes92 · 12 days

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Sweating Bullets: Werewolf!Carlos Oliveira x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

You're evil >:))))

I fucking love it

I also got a little carried away :)

Contains: Werewolf transformation, blood, dubious consent, breast licking, werewolf sex, creampie

He couldn’t help but stare at your ass as you bent over, eyes glued on the monitor in front of you as your fingers diligently scattered across the keyboard. He tried so desperately to control himself, he really did, but fuck- he really wanted to fuck you senseless right now.

It was wrong.

He knew it was so fucking wrong to even think about doing it during a time like this where you both could easily die. From the zombies shambling around in the hospital or the detonation that was about to go off in a few short hours, he couldn’t really keep his focus.

He felt both blistering hot and freezing cold at the same time. His entire outfit felt so fucking heavy on him like he was wearing a suit of lead, his bulletproof vest was the worst piece. It felt like it was squeezing at his chest, crushing his ribs, restricting his breathing.

The building heat inside of him was making him very uncomfortable. He almost just wanted to say fuck it and just take you right here, and whatever happens happens, but he couldn’t.

He almost felt nauseous, a sickening pull at his throat had his larynx bobbing as he swallowed. His stomach churned uncomfortably, the contents running empty as he suddenly found himself starving. The only thing that would cure his cravings was you. He could almost picture it; Bending you over the desk, slapping the keyboard and monitor out of the way as he fucked your from behind. He yearned to hear your voice crying out his name, begging him to fuck you harder and faster, pleading for him to cum inside of you.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard you say lustful things to him. You both were on the cusp of a relationship, not yet official but not really beating around the bush either. The things you would text him, especially when either of you were away on whatever bullshit mission, were sinful little things only for you to act innocent when he would confront you about later. You both never really got a chance to do much else other than a few lingering touches, always kept busy thanks to the piling work Umbrella slapped on the desk.

He almost didn’t want a relationship with you. Not because of anything to deal with work and especially not you, but because of what he kept hidden away. Almost, was the keyword. He found himself cracking under the pressure, found it hard to resist the voices in his head cooing in his ears to fuck you senseless and make you his own. Even now, he swears he could hear it baying at the top of its lungs, screaming to fuck you until you couldn’t walk and your cunt was leaking his thick and hot seed, his name being the only thing to come from your quivering mouth with a nasty bite on your shoulder for him to croon over later.

He could feel it stirring inside of him. He could feel it moving around under his skin like a parasite he always welcomed with open arms in times as intense as these. He bit his lip, his grip on his assault rifle tightened to the point he swore if he gripped it any tighter the thing would shatter. He felt it clawing at the back of his mind, his skull throbbing as he denied the beast inside of him control.

He couldn’t.

Not here.

Not yet.

He didn’t hear what you saying over your shoulder, the feeling only grew worse, only grew hotter the longer it bubbled in his gut before he suddenly felt like he had been thrown into a blizzard. Why the fuck did this have to happen now of all the fucking times? He had been doing so well so far with ignoring it, snuffing the feelings that came in strong waves for your safety. He wouldn’t know what he would do with himself if he lost control and went after you; With murderous intent or sexual, he couldn’t decide what was more worse.

It suddenly hit him like a sniper round to the spine. His nerves froze, his limbs went stiff, his heart pounded in his ear. His body felt the calm before the storm.

He was fucked.

Carlos was strangely quiet behind you. Normally, he would throw out sarcastic quips or talk about something completely random to ease the stress of the situation off of your shoulders, but he was as quiet as a field mouse. You could hear the zombies crawling around inside beyond the barricaded door, the shambling corpses groaning and gurgling sent an odd shiver up your spine only to be warmed up under Carlos’ intense gaze hitting you square in the back.

You caught an off glance at him on the monitor screen when you shuffled your feet to ease the pressure off of your back. He looked clammy and pale instead of his usual sunkissed tan, and he was breathing pretty hard. You briefly worried your bottom lip at the thought of him getting infected only to snuff that thought out. You two have been at each others side this whole fucking mission, there was no way he was infected.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to throw up,” you asked over your shoulder as you clicked through the files on the computer. You didn’t get a response, only his heavy breathing picking up. It was more than odd at this point, something was obviously wrong. You made to stand up and turn to him when you finally found what you had been looking for. “Carlos, are you okay?” you reiterated, eyes locked on the monitor.

You were so engrossed scanning the the lines of minuscule text packed so close together on a screen that was about to probably lose power any second now when a noise suddenly shocked your senses back into reality. It sounded like someone was being violently choked right behind you were Carlos stood, but somehow even worse. It was rasping and wet, like someone had suddenly latched onto his throat and was squeezing down on his larynx. You managed to pull your eyes from the monitor fully this time, spinning on your heel only to gasp at Carlos now groveling on the floor.

His hands were spread flat on the dirty tiles, his fingertips were pale as he clawed at the floor for support. He was on his hands and knees, his whole body was wracked with shivers like he had just been yanked out of a frozen lake. He was breathing like he had been shot right in the lungs, his gasps sounded worse than the zombies lingering around before he suddenly cried out in pain.

“Carlos?” you found yourself whimpering.

Your hands latched onto the desk behind you, firmly pressing your lower back against the metal. Your own gun felt so fucking heavy being strapped to you. Was he really infected? Was he turning? You didn’t know if you had the heart to put him down like this was Old Yeller, you wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself, especially if there really was a cure.

“(Y-Y/n),” he rasped.

You winced at the sound of his voice. He sounded like he had been left in Death Valley for days without water. His dark curls obscure his face, some locks sticking to his face now balmy with sweat. His back arched, you could hear his spine popping through his bulletproof vest. He suddenly bellowed out another cry of pain before he suddenly started hacking, a little bit of blood splattering against the floor.

“Carlos-?” You quickly spotted something wrong with his hands. His nails had started to lengthen, rounding off with points that could easily tear apart flesh, they were dark in color and gleamed eerily in the low lighting of the room. Out of the short while you’ve been here, you’ve never seen a zombie with claws like a fucking monster before. You hesitantly took a step forward despite your instincts begging for you to run. “Carlos, what-”

You shouted when one of his hands snatched at your thigh, his trembling hands squeezed down on the meat of your leg like a vice forcing a whimper out of you. His claws sank through the thick material of your pants and bit at the skin beneath. You saw how tight his clothing had gotten all of a sudden, to the point where you could hear the bulletproof vest creaking eerily with every breath he took, threatening to completely pop off of him. He was normally brawny but now? His muscles were rippling, gleaming with sweat as you saw the hair on his arm start to grow thick and hairy.

He wasn’t turning into a zombie.

“Please,” he begged. “Please help me.”

He suddenly cried out hunching in on himself as a series of cracks emitted from inside of him. You were absolutely horrified at the sight before you: The man you’d been pining for and flirting with for months was transforming into something horrific before your very eyes. His shirt tore beneath the vest, exposing the muscles on his back moving around as though something evil lurked just beneath his skin that was fighting to come out. His boots suddenly were no more, clawed feet scraped and scratched grooves into the tile as his legs started to bend at odd angles while his pants tore completely apart by the seams. His mouth hung open, bellowing out cries of agony that slowly got deeper and deeper until they almost didn’t sound human anymore.

“Carlos, what do you need?” you worried.

“I-” he winced horribly and gasped. “Just gonna get-” he snarled in pain briefly, “-handsy.”

He let go of your thigh, finally allowing you to back away quickly before he snatched at his shirt and vest that were woefully stretched out across his growing muscles. Clawed hands snatched at the vest and tore it like it was a sheet of wet paper, his shirt also suffered from the same fate, joining the destroyed vest in a scrap heap on the floor. You really got to see how his body had changed, muscles cut deep and sharp like a marble statue only become covered in thick, dark hair as it scattered down his body. His abs flexed with every breath, his ribs cracked and shifted to give his lungs more room to breathe.

His head snapped to the side, the changes in his face had your heart pounding in your ears like war drums. His face had lost all color, sickly, sweaty. His brow bone set heavy, brows a complete mess. His eyes were rimmed with dark skin, bags sunken in. His eyes were bloodshot, eyes glazed over with bloodlust, once honey brown you swore looked like real amber now glew an acidic yellow, cutting through the dim lighting like glowsticks. His irises had grown to fill the whites of his eyes, pupils dilated to a slit in the sea of gold. His cheekbones had pushed out to sit high upon his face, cheeks hollowed, jaw now pushed out to form an underbite, ears coming to a point against his head and hiding in his hair. His facial hair had become unruly, growing thick and dark across his jaw and chin.

He snapped his jaws shut before scratching at his face with his clawed fingers before moving to stand.

With his mouth open, you saw his face seem to melt. His nose and upper lip seemed to meld into the upper half of a muzzle, both sides pushing out to complete the look. Blood dripped from his mouth with an agonized cry, one by one, fangs had replaced his human teeth.

He was a fucking werewolf.

Fear suddenly spiked right through you once again. Fight or flight kicked in and your legs chose flight. As he stood fully like a towering giant, you found yourself stumbling over your own two feet as you made for the door only to be tackled to the ground by Carlos. His beastly hands pinned your chest down to the tile floor, claws sinking in deep forcing a cry from you. He roughly turned you over so you were lying on your throbbing back and your face was mere inches away from his muzzle of sharp fangs. His haunting yellow eyes pinned you in place as they wreaked havoc on your soul.

His clawed hands suddenly snatched at your vest and shirt and suddenly rip them both down the middle. He tossed away the torn materials somewhere behind him, now forgotten. You tried to shield yourself from his eyes, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment only for him to bat your hands away with one of his beastly ones. You sobbed as one of his meaty hands came down and planted itself on the left side of your face, pushing the opposite side into the tile floor. You winced as you felt him sniff and huff at your naked stomach, growling lightly. He was toying with you. Oh God, he was going to-

The sudden poking at your lower torso had your world shattering. You managed to glance down at the area only to see…

Oh God.

Your breath hitched in your throat, a whimper pushing past your trembling lips as you looked back up to his eyes.

He was really going to fuck you.

There was a brief second of what you had hoped was Carlos’ humanity when his eyes had softened only to fill quickly with lust and a desperate hunger only you could cure.

Was that even going to fit in you? Oh fuck, it was big.

His meaty hands came up and grabbed at the cups of your bra, claws snapping the band between the two cups and grasping at your now nude breasts. He pushed away the cups, leaning his head down. Opening his jaws, you groaned as his long, pointed tongue lapped at your nude breasts. You softly cried out, arching your back into Carlos’ sickly heat as his rough tongue rolled over the erect rose buds of your nipples. You knew it was wrong, but it felt so, so right. You were already getting riled up, feeling your core tighten and heat up. Your face was flushed, hot at the cheeks, you softly moaned and writhed under the werewolf, spurring a soft growl from him.

His dark mane clung to your sweaty skin, ears twisting and turning, flattening against his head as he lapped at your breasts. His hands grabbed at your hips, lifting your waist. You could feel it pushing harder against you. You shivered at how painful it would be, how stretched you would feel, how much pleasure would flood through your mind.

You didn't know how much time had been spent with him simply lapping at your breasts before he reared back. He looked you in the eye for a brief moment, it caught you off guard. There was this look in his eyes, the yellow dulling momentarily as though he was trying to apologize to you. His eyes suddenly glazed over, pupils shrinking, he tore off your pants with a ferocious snarl with both of his meaty paws. You cried, feeling the tips of his claws rake across the meat of your thighs, raising the skin angrily.

He had leaned down, you whining under your breath as his nose came closer and closer to your panties. You cried when you felt him prod through the fabric of your underwear at your dripping cunt. He wiggled his nose between your clothed folds, at a single huff you jumped under his grip, hiking your hips closer to his muzzle. He chuffed, almost like he was snickering at your writhing form beneath him.

You felt him nip at the waistband of your panties, slowly peeling them away before snatching them off your person as well, leaving you completely naked before him. Carlos narrowed his eyes at your naked flesh, noticing how dripping wet you were. You gazed up at the wolfman hovering over you, pleading softly to him for him despite fearing him just mere moments ago.

You suddenly found yourself pinned on your stomach once again while your ass had been lifted in the air by his greedy mitts. You felt his claws sinking into the soft flesh of your stomach and hips.

You felt it tap at your passage. You shivered, placing your head down against the cold tile, whispering a prayer to whoever was listening that you made it out of this alive and as uninjured as possible.

He dragged the head of his cock around, between the folds, smearing the head and coating it with your slick as much as possible before you suddenly caved in on yourself, hunching over and balling your hands against the floor, a lewd moan rolling out of your mouth.

Painful fullness overtook you, needing to screw your eyes shut and pant as Carlos sank further inside of you. You weren't the only one making noises, the werewolf situated behind you was crooning, tongue lolling out the side of his maw, grunting and growling at how tight you were around his huge cock. You sobbed, struggling to breathe as it penetrated right through you. You swore you thought he would tear you apart instantly. His claws sank into your hips, blood beading out and spilling into thin rivers down your ass. You gasped as you felt fuller and fuller by the second, your legs needing to spread to become more comfortable as the painful stretch continued until you felt something press against your asscheeks. Your fingers barely graced your lower stomach, you swore you could feel him penetrating through. You could barely look over your shoulder, eyes widening as you saw something swollen at the base of his cock pressed against the curve of your ass.

Oh fuck, what the fuck was that?

"C-Carlos," you moaned, looking up at the werewolf only for him to buck his hips, knocking your head down to the floor.

You cried out, the werewolf snorting at how tight you had become.

If you were already a trembling mess with just one short movement, how would you be when he started thrusting?

You lost your breath, gasping for air as he pulled his cock back, the stretch becoming almost too much for your person to handle it, pulling his thick and meaty cock out right to the head only to slam right back into you. You screamed, your pussy tightened on his cock, earning you a short howl from the beast. He sank his claws deeper into your flesh.

He had thrusted slowly at first, both of you struggling to breathe as the tightness. You swore you would climax just from how pleasurable the tightness was. It was only after you had pleaded softly did he quicken his pace.

You flushed at what was happening. The man you had been flirting with all these months is a big, hulking monster that turns into this every full moon, and here he was: Fucking you.

No.

Mating you.

He was doing this to get you pregnant, to fuck children into you, to breed you relentlessly until you gave him children, little werewolf pups.

And you were enjoying the fuck out of it.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head, mouth wide open, moaning and crying and screaming, spurring him to only fuck you faster until you came with a scream. Your body sagged against him for a second as your body loosened. He snorted, baying loudly as you tightened around him so deliciously.

It had gotten to the point where you went limp, his hands had been holding you up with his claws that dug into the soft flesh of your hips and belly. He had been leaning against your back, his dark fur clinging to your sweaty skin. He had started to lap at your shoulders with his pointed tongue almost as if he was trying to find something.

You shivered, swallowing the lump in your sore throat.

What if he was trying to bite you? Turn you into a werewolf too?

You moaned softly as you saw him open his maw, sharp fangs hovering over your shoulder only for him to pull away and snarl as you suddenly came around his cock for the second time. Somewhere deep within your mind, you wouldn't have minded if he did bite and turn you.

"C-Carlos, please," you whispered pathetically, pressing the side of your face against the blissfully cold floor as your orgasm ran down your legs. He growled as a warning, he twitched inside of you. You cooed, your eyes flinched as you prepared yourself. You clawed at the floor, you curled your toes, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip.

A sudden explosion of warmth had you crying. Carlos arched himself back and unhinged his jaws, a loud, lingering howl echoed throughout the room as the something that had been brushing against your ass all night had somehow managed to pop inside of your aching, sensitive pussy. You screamed at the added pressure, the dammed thing acting as a plug to keep you full and heavy with his hot seed.

Carlos’ claws had finally released your hips, blood still slowly trickling down in small beaded rivers to the floor to mix with your own cum. His hands instead snatched at the floor on either side of you, scratching deep ravines into the tiles as he shuddered and came inside of you, yowling at your tight pussy around his knot. He sniffed and huffed at the back of your neck, lapping at the sweat cascading down your back as an attempt to probably cool you off.

You didn't know how much time had passed before the knot in your pussy had deflated enough for Carlos to slide fully out of you.

Hot cum flooded out from your throbbing, abused pussy. You were numb by this point, but still somehow conscious as you felt the werewolf grasp at your person multiple times, moving you or a single body part as he lapped at your body rather strangely until you realized he was trying to make you comfortable… and rather fast…

He was groaning while doing it, whimpering lightly before you felt his meaty hands grasp at your bottom again.

Your eyes widened.

There was another tap at your passageway, the same thick head spreading apart your folds.

He wasn't done.

He was ready for a second round almost immediately.

"Carlos, please," you whimpered, pleading with the werewolf to halt his actions.

You shivered, feeling the filling stretch nearly tear you apart once more.

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brittlecakes92 · 16 days

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Leon is so fucking PRETTY and he KNOWS IT!

He takes care of his hair, because he knows it is beautiful and compliments his look. No one chooses such a DIFFERENT and specific haircut "just because"

The smile, the smirk... He is so FUCKING GORGEOUS IT MAKES ME ANGRY! Look that KNOW-IT-ALL smile! He KNOWS HE IS A TEMPTATION!

AND HE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE TO TRY

His profile is so... GRRRRRR

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brittlecakes92 · 20 days

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When bitches who don’t have kids want to criticize me.

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brittlecakes92 · 20 days

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kirby7

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brittlecakes92 · 23 days

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this dumbass really is just shouting ‘TRUMPET!!’…. i love him

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brittlecakes92 · 23 days

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Hello! Can you draw Titan Bi han with Kuai Liang and Tomas?

Big brother!!

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brittlecakes92 · 23 days

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hi you were plagiarized by the "writer" @hajunzi

https://www.tumblr.com/hajunzi/743991358814126080/%F0%93%82%82-%F0%93%88%92-pussy-drunk-hyuka?source=share

Thank you so much for bringing this to my attention anon! I really appreciate it ❤️

Let’s play a game, @hajunzi. Spot the difference, other than the name changes you made of course.

Its only blonde because blonde Kai makes you want to cry, right?

Thanks for playing! Now take ALL of your plagiarized works down. This shit isn’t cool @hajunzi.

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brittlecakes92 · 23 days

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Freaky Deaky: Carlos Oliveira x Fem!Reader (NSFW)

Kitchen sex with Carlos ;)

Contains: Spanking, light hair pulling and creampies

“Carlos.”

Your tone was heavy with warning. You barely turned your head, just enough to send a glare over your shoulder to your boyfriend who was directly behind you with that stupid handsome smirk on his face. His strong arms had made their home around your waist, his large hands had planted themselves firmly against your person. One had knotted into your shirt while the other trailed delicately over the waistband of your sleep shorts, his thumb had dipped in between the band as his nail ran across your skin. He pressed his entire front against your back, leaving little room between you both. You could feel everything.

Literally. Everything.

Especially the erection that was pressing against your ass, Carlos ever so slightly rutting himself against you just to get a rise.

“I’m not doing anything,” he smiled slyly.

“Sure you’re not.”

Normally, you would’ve done something about it, but your hands were currently covered in oil and seasonings as you worked on dinner for the two of you. You continued to work, massaging the seasonings into the meat before setting it on the rack and then picking up another piece to repeat the process.

Carlos’ hand dipped fully between your shorts and your person. He pressed his palm flat, holding it against your warm skin. His hands had been roughened over the years, but they always felt amazing on your skin. He rubbed odd patterns against your stomach with his thumb as his other hand let go of your shirt. He reached up and moved your hair away from the back of your neck, caressing it until he pushed it to go over one of your shoulders.

You tried to ignore him, hands working quickly to finish preparing the food so you can just put it in the stupid oven and forget about it for an hour or so.

Carlos leaned in and ghosted his lips over the now exposed side of your neck. His lips were so gentle while his beard was so sharp, scratching lightly at the delicate skin he loved to bruised with his mouth. He pressed a kiss directly at the apex of your neck and shoulder, then another, then another with teeth this time. He nipped at the skin, loving how you tried to shrug him off with a small scoff. He smirked against your skin before he moved up your neck. He pressed a harder kiss to the side column of your throat, groaning softly against you as he pressed his erection right up against your ass.

“Carlos,” you couldn’t help but whimper.

His free hand came back to your shirt only to slip underneath and travel inside until it found your free breasts. He grabbed at your breast firmly, pressing his thumb against your nipple and digging a nail into it. You gasped, dropping the piece of meat into the mixture as your hands locked up for a second.

He smiled against your neck and moved up to your ear. He nosed the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss to your earlobe before he nipped at the soft skin.

“Why don’t you occupy yourself with another piece of meat?” he purred directly into your ear.

You couldn’t lie to yourself, you needed him so fucking badly. Your body felt as though you had been plunged in an icy river and only he could give you the warmth you so desperately needed. You craved for him to bury himself inside of you and fill you, and he knew exactly what he was doing to you. You were dripping at just the thought of him taking you right now in the kitchen, bending you over the counter and spanking you, lying you back on the island and fucking you, riding him at the kitchen table as he assaulted your breasts with his mouth and hands.

As if he could read your mind, Carlos’ hand pressed flat against your stomach started moving south, his fingertips dipping past your panties until he cupped at your womanhood. He purred in your ear at just the heat you were giving off. You suddenly gasped and grabbed at the counter when one of his fingers came up and pressed into you, splitting open your petals and pressing into your soaking entrance.

“Somebody’s wet already,” he growled so seductively.

He continued to stroke you from behind as his other hand massaged at your breast. He went slow, loving the way your slick arousal coated his finger and dripped down to his roughened palm. You moaned softly, toes curling and fingers tightening as you leaned into his touch.

Until he quickly let go of you completely, backing away from you. You whined and whipped around to glare at him with the passion of one hundred burning sons. He was smiling, that bastard, hands up in defense as he took a few wide steps back.

“Sorry, babe, I’ll let ya finish,” he winked.

For an added measure, he made sure to lick off your arousal from his finger before he turned his back to you and started to walk away.

You weren’t going to let that happen.

You started for him, managing to snag at the sleeve of his tight black t-shirt only for him to whip around and push you away from him. Your back hit the granite island countertop and he quickly closed the distance between you both, caging you in between his brawny arms as you clung to his t-shirt for dear life. His dark curls had been combed back, his dark eyes were lit with such feral intensity. You both were chest to chest, nose to nose, dripping sex to throbbing erection. You could feel his heart hammering away inside of his chest as it rose and fell deeply like he had just ran a marathon.

Something finally snapped inside of you both, bringing each other in as close as possible as your lips close as possible. Your hands clawed up to his broad shoulders, sinking your nails into the soft cotton shirt. He kissed you like a man possessed, like he was starving. He was animalistic and rough, his hands snatching at your waist and balling at your shirt so hard you thought the poor piece of fabric would tear apart right in half. He sank his teeth into your lower lip forcing you to whimper pitifully against his mouth until you finally relented. He wasted no time when you parted your lips, his tongue swirling with yours as you tasted a faint trace of iron from your now sore lip.

He moved his hands to grab at your breasts, squeezing them both now through your shirt, thumbs rolling over your pebbled nipples before pinching them. You arched your back into his touch, a low moan vibrated through his mouth from your own before he pulled away slightly. You whined at the loss, your eyes fluttering open to look at him as he continued to mess with your breasts.

“I love it when you don’t wear a bra,” he growled against your lips, “easy access to your tits.” You whined and arched your back against the island countertop. “You like it when I grab your tits? You like it when I grab you like a slut?”

His words only spurred something deeper inside of you. Your loins felt like they were on fire.

“Carlos- ah!- please,” you cried out into the little space between you both.

“What? What do you want me to do to you?” he growled as his hands sped up the kneading of your breasts.

“Fuh- Fuck me! Fuck me, please!”

He dropped your breasts for a brief moment to yank off your shirt from your body, tugging the damned piece of fabric up and over your head before he tossed it somewhere over his bulky shoulder. He spun you around, a small wheeze pressed out of your mouth as the countertop dug into your stomach as Carlos snatched at your waist. He yanked down your shorts and your panties in another fluid motion before he swiftly smacked your ass, eliciting a yelp from you. You trembled, clutching onto the granite as you heard him unzip his pants before you felt a tap at your poor passage. As he pushed himself in, he made sure to snatch at your body and draw you in close to him, your nails scratching for purchase against the countertop. You gasped and moaned aloud, feeling Carlos’ dick split you practically wide open. You had to spread your legs a bit more apart and leaned against the countertop for more support. Carlos groaned loudly behind you, his voice deep and vibrating from somewhere inside of his chest. He winced at the feeling of your tight walls clamping down around him, his mouth unhinging as he choked on his moan.

He slowly started to move, his hips rocked at such a perfect pace that had your heart fluttering in your cunt as the blood roared in your ears. You winced and gasped at the tightness in your core, your knees trembling as your pussy tightened around his thick cock. Sex with Carlos always felt like the first time.

He quickened his pace when you started to beg, his hips slapping against your ass as he drove his cock into you mercilessly. His hands snatched at your body to ground himself, his breathing had become animalistic.

“Look at you,” he purred down at you, “taking my cock so well- fuck!” He moaned out loud when your walls twitched around him. “You’re always so tight for me, baby.” he praised as he ran a soothing hand along your waist.

He suddenly spanked you again, a shrill cry erupted from you as your knees threatened to give out. Your fingertips were aching from grabbing at the granite countertop. Your ass screamed and tingled from his smack.

“C-Carlos,” you whimpered.

He plunged his cock as far into you as he could go before nearly pulling himself back out, only to do it all over again. He was like a well-oiled machine.

Another spank on the ass had your cunt throb around him deliciously. You could feel your arousal starting to drip down your inner thighs. You could feel the white hot ball of lust inside of you about to burst.

“Cum for me, baby girl,” he cooed so sweetly before spanking your poor ass once again. “Cum on my cock like a good girl.”

You came with a sudden cry, your body falling limp against the island as Carlos continued to fuck you from behind. He held you up with both hands on your hips as if you weighed nothing. His strong hands held you like a vice, even as your legs felt like they were made of gelatin.

You felt him twitch inside of you not too long after, his thrusts had started to lose their perfect pace. His breathing had become ragged in your ear.

“Carlos, please,” you crooned for him.

“What do you want me to do, baby?” he purred right in your ear.

“Cum in me,” was all you whispered that really drove it home.

It wasn’t too long after that Carlos had came with a loud groan, stilling his hips as he plunged himself as deep as he could go inside of you. He painted your insides white with his burning seed, pressing his toned stomach against your back, pinning you to the island once again as you milked his cock for all he had before he pulled away.

You only have a moment to gasp for air and to steady your legs before you felt Carlos bury his hand into your hair. He looped his fingers around your locks right at your upper neck and guided you back firmly. Your mouth unhinged as you cried aloud, unable to do anything else but stumble and follow where he was guiding you. Your eyes stung with tears, your ass burned from where he spanked you every time you took a wobbly step. The sting against your scalp burned, sending little electric currents down your spine and directly into your throbbing cunt. You both quickly came up to the kitchen table where he tossed you against the table, you snatched at the tabletop and whimpered when he let go of your hair. You braced yourself against it and turned, watching as Carlos dropped his pants fully and slid off his boxers, kicking them across the kitchen’s tiled floor.

Your eyes widened at his dick; Already it was starting to stiffen up again.

Carlos peeled off his sheet with one fluid motion and stalked towards you, his eyes dark and trained right on you as though you both were predator and prey. He grabbed at your arm and kicked away one of the chairs with his heel. He sat quickly, dragging you down with him until you landed in his firm lap with a short gasp. You hovered over his cock, his slick head brushing against your cunt that was already dripping with his semen. His hands snatched at your waist and forced you to sink down at an angle and for his cock to pierce right into you again.

You cried out, your poor cunt was already overstimulated from the abuse it just recieved.

Carlos’ grip on your waist was iron-tight. He had you bouncing on his dick as your hands carded through his thick curls. He leaned up and captured your lips in another kiss, swallowing you moans and whines. He thrusted up into you, burying himself as deep as he could go thrust for thrust. He suddenly smacked your ass again, yanking a sharp cry out of you as you pulled away, allowing your lover to press kisses to your balmy skin.

His thrusts had grown sloppy rather quickly as you came with another cry, your orgasm tearing your soul a new one as you almost collapsed on top of him. His hips were jerking in odd thrusts as he used your near-limp body to fuck himself, chasing after his second climax like his life depended on it.

He came with a shout, head thrown back as his proud chest heaved. His hot seed shot into you once again, reclaiming the space that it had just vacated not even a few minutes ago.

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brittlecakes92 · 24 days

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this

is HIS song

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brittlecakes92 · 25 days

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no clue what an appendix or “changing cards” are supposed to be, but here’s some KHR news for y’all today anyways 🎉

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brittlecakes92 · 27 days

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"Us Against The World"

The long awaited bj one shot that I've been working on and off since October.

This became more than intended and I absolutely love how it turned out. There's plot, their relationship dynamic, and of course some smut. What originally started out as a 1700 word skeleton turned into a 2600 word fic that I'm extremely proud of! I haven't written anything this long in awhile. It feels good to know I can still accomplish something like this.

And expect more Havik and Cori content! I love these two and will continue to write for them. Let me know if you have questions about them.

Thank you to the lovely @brittlecakes92 for beta reading and listening to me complain about my writing. And for smacking me around when I needed it!

#84 ‘Make-Up’ on my lover100 prompt table

Word count: 2,650

MK story tag list: @bihanspookies

Warnings: N/S/F/W, oral sex (male receiving), body horror at the end (It's Havik. But its not the naughty thing you're thinking!)

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“Let me take care of you.” Cori reached up to touch his face.

“No!” Havik flinched away from her gentle touch, backing up against a tree. “Don’t touch me. Don’t touch my face.”

The last thing he wants is for his little thief to be repulsed by his burnt flesh. He wouldn’t be able to handle seeing the disgust on her face. Not from her. Anyone but his Life’s Blood.

His heart jumped in his throat when soft, delicate hands forced him to look at her. Havik tried to back away, but she held him close, placing her forehead against his. He forgot how insistent and stubborn she could be.

“This face will always be dear to me.” She murmured, her thumbs caressing his cheekbones. “It doesn’t matter what you look like. If this is what makes you happy, then don’t change it. But please,” her voice held a hint of desperation, begging him to understand, “don’t pull away from me.”

Havik let out a shaky breath. A lump had formed in his throat as warmth spread throughout his chest.

How could she still say these things? After everything he’s done. The people he’s killed. The asshole sorcerers he willingly helped to build literal machines to steal souls. Amongst all the other questionable shit he did for months to help Quan Chi.

Why did she come back to him? Why didn’t she stay away when he forced her to leave?

“You shouldn’t want me, Cori. You deserve someone better.” His massive hands tangled in her inky black locks, holding her to him, breathing in her scent through his mangled nose.

She deserves so much more than what he can give her. A better man that can give her anything she asks for.

And yet, his blood boiled at the mere thought of another man touching her.

“But I can’t let you go.” Despite his burning hatred of wanting to confine this tempting creature to him, he didn’t have the willpower to see her walk away. “Not again.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” Cori whispered, nudging her nose against his exposed cartilage. Half lidded eyes never leaving his. “Let me take your mind off of everything. Let me show you how much I need you.”

Her warm tongue peeked out to trace a line against his lower teeth, asking for entrance. Tentatively, Havik’s tongue met hers, allowing her to pull him into the warm cavern of her mouth, and gave him a gentle suck. He closed his eyes and let out a low, gravely sigh. She tasted so sweet.

Their tongues swirled together in a slow sensual dance, savoring the way the other tasted. One of his hands pulled her in by her waist, pressing her soft curves against his scarred chest. While his other hand gripped her hair to tilt her head back, giving him more room to press his teeth against her lips and explore her sweet mouth, drinking in her sighs.

Everything about her was intoxicating. The way she kissed him always took his breath away. Even with his past partners, they never elicited such feelings. The world drowns out around them into muffled noise. The only coherent sound is the beating of his heart, and the beautiful sighs he consumes from her.

Fuck, he missed her. He missed every inch of her. He won’t make that same mistake again.

Havik broke the kiss to capture her plump bottom lip between his teeth, nibbling the soft, pliant flesh. One massive hand greedily roamed her body, as if making up for the time they’ve lost, feeling every familiar dip and curve.

Cori let out a surprised gasp when Havik bit down on her lip. A dark growl escaped his throat at the taste of copper that stained his tongue. He lapped it up with renewed fervor, mentally cursing himself for the pathetic moans he let out.

The taste of her blood was like a drug! Stirring his cock to life and pressing it against her stomach.

Why did she have to be so irresistible?

Havik released her swollen lip, when Cori pushed him against the tree, letting out a sharp exhale of breath. The air around them charged with electricity and the heat of their rising desire.

“I said,” Cori started, an edge to her words, hand holding him by the neck and his clothed cock. “I’ll make you feel good.”

Havik gave a dark chuckle, his jaw clicking together, when he caught that devious spark in her eyes that he adored. Oh, his sweet little thief.

The dark haired beauty trailed open mouth kisses from his jaw to his ear, sucking the lobe into her mouth. His hips twitched unbidden at all the lovely sensations she’s causing. Wet kisses travel down his neck, pausing every now and then to nip his scarred flesh.

“Harder.” Havik demanded in a gruff voice. He hates how he sounds. So pathetic and needy. Only his goddess of chaos could do that to him. Make him feel so wanted. So alive.

A delicate hand fisted into his dark locks and forcibly pulled his head to the side. A shiver ran down his spine as Cori sank her teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Havik gritted his teeth and let out a guttural growl. The pain sent a jolt of pleasure to his stiffening cock.

“Is that what you want?” She grunted through her teeth. Those lovely lips sucking a bruise into his flesh. Her hands yanking on his hair and rubbing his cock, stoking the fire that’s settling deep in his pelvis.

“Yes!” Havik whimpered as she pulled back and left another delicious bite in his neck. She gave him another and another, until she left him covered in purple bruises and a sheen of saliva.

She pulled back to admire her handiwork that he wouldn’t dream of healing from his body. The pain she inflicts on him would be displayed proudly and unabashedly.

Her lips trailed kisses down his massive chest, leaving behind a trail of heat in its wake, and continuing her sweet onslaught to his nipples. Sucking one of his dusky peaks into her mouth while she pinched and rubbed the other. Havik’s hands tangled in her raven hair, letting out gruff sighs.

Being completely lost in the pleasurable sensations, Havik didn’t feel her make quick work of his belt, until his leather faulds and purple cloth slumped to the floor. The discarded weight made him feel lighter and more vulnerable. He chuckled.

The hands of a thief.

Her kisses continued down his toned abdomen and through his pubic hair, leaving feather light caresses over his toned body. Once on her knees, she pulled his pants down far enough for his thick cock to spring out, the cool night air making him involuntarily twitch.

His cock was thick enough to where her fingertips couldn’t touch when she encircled him at the base. Darker than the rest of his skin with a big bulbous tip. Three veins run along the sides, blood continuously pulsing through them, giving it an angry appearance. And heavy balls hanging below, filled with a vicious need for her.

To others, he is a monster with an ugly cock. But to the beautiful creature in front of him, he’s perfect.

Cori gently glided her fingers down his shaft with a feather light touch, sending a shiver down his spine. A deep groan formed in his chest when her hand grasped him more firmly at the base of his shaft and stroked him to his weeping tip. The fire that gathered in his loins slowly built up with each stroke of his cock.

“Oh, I’ve missed doing this.” Cori purred. The thief glanced up at him through her lashes and smirked, as he watched her in anticipation. Smooth, velvety tongue licked him from base to tip at an agonizingly slow pace. Laving her tongue over his smooth hardness to cover every inch of him in her saliva.

“So beautiful.” Havik hunched over her short form, casting a menacing shadow. His large calloused hands framed her face, pushing her hair out of the way.

Mischievous green eyes held his gaze as her tongue darted out, teasing his slit with kitten licks and tasting the milky precum. Before enveloping him in her hot mouth, giving him a hard suck.

Deep, gravely groans escaped his throat. He could never contain his noises, less so now that his lips and cheeks were gone. There wasn’t any point in holding back now. That sinfully sweet mouth felt so good!

The wet, velvety walls of her cheeks hollowed around his throbbing cock, slowly taking him in inch by inch, getting further each time. His thick girth stretched the corners of her mouth. Her hand moved with her mouth, covering the delicious inches she couldn’t fit, and her free hand massaging his heavy sack.

“I just want to fuck a hole through your throat.” Havik growled. The heat building up in his loins got tighter with each bob of her head. His hands gripped her hair tighter, rubbing the silky locks between his fingers.

How did he get so lucky to have a woman so devoted, so loving, as her?

Everyone always saw the scary hulking figure littered with scars. Someone unworthy of all the beautiful, free things life has to offer.

Only she saw the real him. The only one who even tried to look passed his scars.

Cori released his hardened length with a wet pop, and licked a stripe down the underside to his sack.

“Ah, fuck!” Havik tilted his head back. One of his balls was engulfed into her warm mouth, her tongue curling around it as far as it could, sucking greedily.

The throaty moans she let out vibrated against his sensitive skin. She alternated between each of his balls. Taking her time sucking and licking, until saliva drenched both his sack and her face.

Fuck, she’s going to be the death of him. Havik couldn’t help the strained sighs escaping his throat. The sloppy mess she’s making of his cock is getting him harder. Needier.

Then he felt her hand lift his sack and her tongue traveled southwards. Havik let out a surprised groan and jumped when he felt her tongue tickle his puckered hole. He wrenched her back by the hair to find a coy smirk beaming at him. If he didn’t stop her, he was going to blow his load like a prepubescent boy!

Havik peered at her with glazed over eyes, adoration mixed with pleasure, and saliva dripping from his open maw.

“Open your mouth.”

Cori stuck out her tongue to catch a drip of his spit.

A shudder ran down his spine. Why does she have to be so damn tempting?

With a breathy growl, he plunged his cock into her greedy mouth, making her sputter at the sudden fullness.

“You feel so fucking good.” His thrusts were rough and deep. Each one hitting the back of her throat, eliciting a gag.

Soft hands, that are used to cracking open safes and the walls around his dead heart, desperately held onto his hips.

“Just wanna pump you full of my cum ‘til you drown in it.” His throat hoarse from the ragged growls leaving his destroyed maw. He never means the vulgar things he says during their stolen moments of intimacy. But fuck, he needed to get it out!

The air was filled with ragged breaths and gagging noises as Havik thrust down her throat. Tears streamed down her face as she tried to keep up with his brutal demand for release.

“Why do you make me want you? Why can’t I live without you?” He snarled between heavy pants. The ball of heat was getting tighter in his pelvis, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he would release.

He can’t peel his eyes away from her face. That gorgeous face he got used to seeing when he woke up and went to sleep. Watching every emotion cross her face. The adoring smiles she sent his way. The cocky smirks when she rushed head first into a heist. The angered sneers when someone pisses her off. Even the way she cries was a sight to behold.

His heart clenched.

“I need you.” He moaned pathetically.

Half lidded green eyes chanced a look at him with something akin to adoration and need. One of her skillful hands massaged his balls, while she swallowed around his tip.

That was all it took for the damn to break. Havik’s body shuddered, a primal growl erupting from deep in his chest. His balls clenched tightly as he released rope after rope of white cum down her throat, Cori sputtered and gagged, trying to drink in every drop she could. Every nerve ending in his body came alive and tingled with a pleasurable electricity as he rode out his release.

He collapsed against the tree, panting heavily from the euphoric exertion, his now soft cock slipping from her mouth. His body felt boneless from the blessed ecstasy she brought him as his knees buckled under him and slid down the rough bark.

Havik felt his heart slamming in his ribcage as his body slowly worked on coming down its intense high, his breaths coming out hot and heavy. After a few moments, he cracked open his eyes to see himself face to face with his sensual little thief.

Her inky black hair was a disheveled mess. Eyelashes clumped together from the tears that ran down her face and stained her cheeks. Some of his seed managed to drip down her chin, mixing in with her saliva as she wiped it away with the back of her hand.

“Beautiful.” Havik breathed out. She was an absolute mess. But he loved it.

Cori let out a chuckle and gave him a captivating smile. “I’m sure I look like a disaster.”

He reached up and jabbed his hands into his chest, blood splattering over his arms and abdomen. The sickening noise of muscle being ripped apart and bones crunching together, as he pried open his ribcage to reveal his beating heart.

The raven haired beauty watched him, entranced by the beating muscle. The steady thump, thump, thump of his heart was the only noise that could be heard in the silent night air. Slowly, she moved closer, almost as if being drawn in by the rhythmic sound.

“Touch it.” Havik murmurs, barely above a whisper.

In the time that he’s known her, he’s never seen her hands waver. Always so confident and cock sure under pressure, her hands completely steady when she picks locks and disarms traps.

And yet, as she raised a tentative hand towards his open chest, he watched it tremble uncontrollably. Havik reaches over, his hand dwarfing her own, and guides it towards his heart. It beats faster when she gingerly brushes against it, thrumming with excitement.

“You see what you do to me?” Havik moans as Cori gently touches it again, not removing her hand this time. The look of pure affection and tenderness in her gaze made his breath hitch in his throat. “Do you see how much I need you? No one else has made me feel these..things. These..emotions.”

Loving green eyes turned to him, his heart thumping wildly in her hand.

“Cori.” He whispered, voice full of longing. “Life’s Blood.”

“Havik.” Tears beaded her eyes. She leaned her forehead against his, still holding his heart.

“I know you can’t forgive me for what I’ve done. But I can’t…I can’t let you go. Not again.” Why is he crying?

Her hand gently caresses his mangled cheekbone, forcing him to look in her eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere. I’m with you, through all of this.” She reassured him. “It’s us against the world, baby.”

“Us against the world.”

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