snowande

[snowande]

Lumi chan!! Nani ga suki??

Lol this is so stupid ; n ;

Choco minto... yori mo anata!!!♡♡♡

[snowande]

Good evening, how are you doing with the second part of “My Senior”, it was one of my favorites. And how did you do on your exams?

Good eveningsss, I'm still writing it! Slow but steady ya know hehe, don't want to burn out myself.

I'm really flattered that is your favorite really! Oh golly gosh I'm blushing ////

My exam? Fuck my exam. My exam can just fuck me in the as-

Anyway thank you for the ask! Really appreciate it!

-Lumi♡

[snowande]

What the actually fuck, yesterday my test was cancelled for another day because my lecture was busy so I have to do it this day.

So today I was about to do my child counseling practice, it was my turn, then my lecture told me " Isn't this the same as the last student?" Yes it was because we are in the same group,so pretty much we repeated the same subject

and she told me that I don't need to do the test because it's the same anyway, but my test scores will be the same as my friend, soooo pretty much it was a waste of time...

So much sleeping wasted today, I should be sleeping today man...

I'm sobbing fr

-Lumi♡

[snowande]

Plz plz plz plz plz get me out of my college, I can't take it anymoreeeeeeee. Tehee No update today! Maybe after I take my test tomorrow, I'll double update!

By the wayyy, if you had any ideas about something you can ask me! I'm still making a anon ask or making part two of my stories, still in progress! Slow but steady...

-Lumi♡

[snowande]

Yandere dark crown prince x male reader knight. You missed your best friend, the crown prince, he was so nice to you but when he started learning dark magic, he became colder and more demanding of you and his subjects. What would happen if the reader was caught trying to escape? How would the prince react?

Dark Crown Prince

(Male x Male Reader)

[Warning : no minors allowed!! , stockholm syndrome, imprisonment, forced BJ]

Lumi's Note : Hellooo hii hiii!! Thank you for the ask anon!! I hope you don't mind I make it as a fic hehe... I can't help it, I'm really sorry if this takes to long! I had a meltdown with my studies lmaoooo

Hope you all enjoy this! Please tell me if you see any spelling errors, please and thank you! English is not my first language :)

So pretty much you already know he was learning dark magic... Because he told you about it. You didn't think about it that much, you just thought he was just curious, but sometime later you became really scared how he change so much, you don't know who he is anymore.... where did your old bestfriend go?

You prepare an escape plan from the palace, he cage you in the palace. You cannot go anywhere,you can't even do your knight duties anymore....

You attempted to sneak out of the castle under the cover of night, you thought you had gone unnoticed. however, the prince had been expecting this. His dark magic allowed him to sense any movement within the castle walls. He appeared behind you, his eyes glaring the back of your head.

"Leaving without saying goodbye, my dear knight? How rude of you," he said, his voice low and menacing. He stepped closer, his long black cloak billowing behind him. His hand reached out, grabbing your arm with an iron grip.

"You're not going anywhere."

His other hand came up, pressing a cold, sharp object against your throat. You felt the unmistakable prick of a blade. "I've been watching you, my dear friend. I know you've been plotting to escape. But you belong to me, always have and always will." Then he knocked you out to the back of your head with the handle of the blade, making the world around you goes dark.

When you regain consciousness, your head throbs from where he must have struck you. The cold dampness seeps into your bones, and you realize you're in a small, dark cellar beneath the castle. The rag clothes barely cover your body. "Comfortable?"a chuckle echoes through the darkness as the prince's silhouette appears at the doorway, Backlit by flickering torchlight.

He leans against the frame, arms crossed. "I see you're awake. Did you really think you could abandon me so easily, after all we've been through?"He pushes off from the doorway and steps closer.

His boots echoing on the stone floor. He crouches down to your level, his eyes locked onto yours. "You know, I could have killed you for trying to escape. But I didn't. Why do you think that is?"

"w-why?" you ask him as he tilts his head slightly, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Because I still care for you, you fool. Even after all the darkness that has consumed me, I can't bring myself to end your life. But that doesn't mean I won't punish you."

He stands up and turns to leave, but pauses at the door. "You'll stay here until I decide you've learned your lesson. No food, no water, no light. Just you and the darkness. We'll see how long you can stay sane without me, without my presence to keep you company."

"Wait please!" You plead to him, He freezes as your hand reaches out, his eyes flicking down to your touch. For a moment, his expression softens, almost vulnerable. But then his features harden again, and he captures your wrist in a firm grip. "Don't."

He steps back, breaking your contact. "You don't get to touch me like that. Not after trying to leave. You need to understand what it feels like to be without me, to be alone in the dark."

He turns away sharply and slams the heavy wooden door shut. The sound of a large lock clicking into place echoes through the cellar, sealing you in complete darkness. You hear his footsteps retreating, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the cold.

Hours pass, or maybe it's days—you can't tell in the endless darkness. The silence is deafening, broken only by the distant drip of water and the occasional scuttling of unseen creatures. You begin to question your own sanity, wondering if you'll ever see light again.

As the days blur into a never ending nightmare, your body begins to weaken. The hunger pains become unbearable, and your throat feels like it's on fire from thirst. You start to hallucinate, seeing shadows that aren't there, hearing whispers that echo through the darkness.

You curl up on the cold stone floor, shivering and delirious. Your mind is a jumbled mess, filled with doubts and regrets. Why did you try to leave? You had everything you could ever want here. Food, shelter, safety... and him.

Your thoughts become increasingly fragmented, consumed by paranoid. "Why was I so stupid? I could've been in his arms... warm food... comfort... Why? Why did I try to leave?" You hug your knees to your chest, rocking slightly.

Your voice echoes through the empty cellar, "He... He'll come... He has to... He can't leave me here..." You break down sobbing, curling into a fetal position, mumbling his name over and over like a broken record. "His Highness... Crown Prince..."

As you lie there, weak and delirious, suddenly you hear footsteps echoing down the stairs. The sound is so real that for a moment, you think it's just another hallucination. But then the door creaks open, and a figure stands silhouetted against the faint light from above.

The figure descends the last step, and you can finally make out his silhouette—tall, broad shoulders, familiar dark hair. He pauses, taking in the sight of you huddled on the floor, filthy and emaciated. He says nothing, just stands there, staring.

He slowly approaches, his boots clicking on the stone floor. He crouches down in front of you, reaching out a hand to gently tilt your chin up, forcing you to look at him. His voice is cold and calculating as he speaks. "Look at the state you're in..."

His eyes darken as your fingers touch his hand. Your voice is barely a whisper, "Im sorry... Your Highness..." He freezes. Your apology throws him off. He watches you shiver again, your body clearly starved and cold. "You're sorry?

His eyes scan over your dirty face, sunken cheeks, and the ragged clothes hanging off your frame. He notices the way you're trembling, your lips cracked and dry. His expression remains stoic, but his hand tightens slightly around your chin.

" I'm really sorry your highness I'm really am! I shouldn't have escape when you gave me warmth and safety but I throw it away because if my own selfishness..." You beg him for forgiveness, His expression softens briefly, then contorts into a smirk.

He releases your chin and straightens up, towering over you once more. "You promise? You'll stay here, with me, and not try to run again?" He crosses his arms, waiting for your response.

"Yes of course yout highness , I promise..." He watches you nod eagerly, your eyes filled with desperation and sincerity. He almost smiles at how pathetic you look right now starved, cold, and begging for his forgiveness. He uncrosses his arms slowly.

He nods, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous whisper. "I'm glad you realize how foolish your attempt to escape was. Who else would care for you like I do?"

Suddenlyhe grabs your hair roughly, forcing your head down towards his crotch. His voice is commanding and cold. "Show me just how sorry you are. Use your mouth." He smirks darkly, relishing in the power he holds over you.

His eyes glint with amusement as he watches you hesitantly reach out and unzip his zipper, and grab his thick, hard member. You timidly stick out your tongue and lick the head, tasting the pre-cum leaking out. "Mmm, like that,"

He hisses through his teeth as you tentatively lick the tip of his throbbing manhood. His hands tighten in your hair, pulling slightly as he encourages you to take more. "Open wider," He growls, his voice hoarse with desire.

He pushes your head forward, forcing his cock deeper into your mouth. You gag slightly as he hits the back of your throat. "That's it," he groans, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with lust.

He continues to fuck your mouth, using you for his pleasure. His grip on your hair tightens, holding you in place as he thrusts deeper and harder. You can feel yourself getting lightheaded, tears streaming down your face as he chokes you with his thick meat.

Your mouth is stuffed full, your lips stretched around his length. He watches you try to breathe through your nose, saliva already spilling down your chin. He pulls back slightly, then forces his way back in, hitting your throat again.

"You're doing such a good job apologizing," he taunts, knowing you're struggling to breathe. "Look at you, taking my cock like a good boy." He speeds up, thrusting faster and deeper, his heavy balls slapping against your chin.

He pulls his slick, throbbing cock out of your abused mouth with a wet pop. Strings of saliva connect from your lips to his shaft. Panting, he grips himself tightly, stroking rapidly. "Open your mouth." he commands, his other hand clamping your jaw and forcing it wide.

His muscles tighten as he jerks himself faster, his eyes fixed on your open mouth. Your tongue sticks out slightly, waiting. He groans loudly, his release nearing. "Right there..." He tenses, his hot seed shooting out and hitting your tongue, chin, and lips.

You feel his hot, sticky cum splashing against your tongue and face. He keeps coming, his hand never slowing as he continues to jerk himself off onto your mouth. Your face is soon covered in his thick, white cream, some of it dripping down your neck. "Swallow it. " he orders harshly.

He zips up his pants, his gaze lingering on your messy, cum-covered face. "Do... Do you forgive me? Can I go back with you...."You speak softly, your voice hoarse from being used so roughly. He pauses, considering your question. Finally, he leans down, his face inches from yours. "Forgiven" he murmurs.

He watches intensely as you swallow his cum obediently, a twisted smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. Lifting his still-hard cock, he wipes the remaining drops onto your lips, marking you. "Good..." he purrs darkly, tucking himself back into his pants.

You've been without food and water for almost two days now. Your body is weak and dehydrated. The rough blowjob you just gave him took the last of your energy. Your eyes roll back and shut your eyes.

When you wake up, You were in a bed and your body is washed, and wearing a soft sleepwear, you think to your self where are you? looks like it's his majesty bedroom, of course it is, you've been here many times.

You slowly turn your head, taking in the familiar surroundings. The heavy curtains are drawn, casting a dim light over the room. You notice a glass of water and a plate of food on the nightstand beside you. Your stomach growls softly, reminding you of your prolonged hunger.

Just as you're about to reach for the water, you hear the door creak open. Heavy footsteps approach the bed. You turn your head to see him, the crown prince, entering the room. He's dressed impeccably in a fine suit, his hair perfectly styled.

He sits beside you on the bed, his cold eyes scanning your face. He reaches out and grabs the glass of water, lifting it to your lips. "Drink" he orders. You comply weakly, greedily gulping down the water. "Slowly"

He takes the glass away as you start drinking too fast, coughing slightly. He waits until you catch your breath before allowing you to drink again. He watches you intently as you finish the entire glass. He then picks up the plate of food, bringing it to your lap.

He watches closely as you hesitantly take a bite of the offered food, his expression unreadable. After a few bites, he speaks, his voice a low, threatening murmur "If you ever try to leave me again, I'll make sure you never eat or drink anything ever again. Understood?"

He grips your chin firmly, tilting your face up to look into his cold, calculating eyes. "Answer me" he growls, his fingers digging painfully into your jaw. "Will you try to leave me again?" His eyes search your face for any sign of defiance.

You whimper softly under his grip, tears welling up in your eyes. You know better than to defy him. You shake your head weakly, "N-no, your highness. I won't leave you again" you whisper, your voice trembling. "I swear..."

His expression softens, and he reaches out to gently cup your cheek. "Good boy" he murmurs, his thumb caressing your skin. "You know what happens when you displease me" He leans in, pressing his lips softly against yours in a gentle, almost loving kiss.

The kiss is a stark contrast to his usual rough handling. It's soft, gentle, even tender. It's a kiss that speaks volumes about his feelings for you. When he pulls away. "I missed you,"

He pulls you into his lap, his arms wrapping around you possessively as he buries his face in your neck. His voice is barely above a whisper, completely different from his usual commanding tone. "When I thought I lost you... I almost went mad. No more running away, okay?"

You nuzzle against his chest, your body relaxing in his arms. He's being surprisingly gentle. You answer softly, "No more running..." You pause, then add softly "your highness..."

He hums, a sound of contentment that you rarely hear from him. His hand gently strokes your back, soothing and comforting. "Good boy," he murmurs again, pressing another soft kiss to your temple. His voice is almost tender when he speaks next.

He leans in, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, "You know you are mine, don't you? Mine and mine alone. No one else will ever touch you or have you." His voice is possessive yet gentle, sending shivers down your spine.

You nod against his chest, your voice soft and submissive. "Yes, your highness... I am yours. Only yours." You look up at him with adoring eyes, completely devoted to him. He smiles, a real, genuine smile that lights up his face. "That's right..."

He hugs you tightly, his heart filled with happiness and relief. He knows you're his now, completely and utterly his. There's no more running, no more fear of losing you. You're his beloved possession, his treasure, his everything "Forever mine."

This picture is from pinterest reconfortante

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[snowande]

Sometime or later I'll be post a fic about yandere dark crown prince! From anon request :D

so stay tuned!

[snowande]

My Senior

(Male x Male reader)

[Warning : no minors allowed , putting cum in drinks, somnophilia, just him being creepy]

Lumi's Note : Hi hi hi hope you enjoy this one! btw should I make a part two of this? If you guys want of course, also! If you want to request a fics or ask, my inbox is open! (Please I need to do something :') ).

Ethan was a freshman year on college in art major, on his walk to his class, Ethan catch of glimpse of you and you are a perfect man he ever seen, you were his senior.

You were kind and polite making his heart pumped, you were his muse, his sketch book is full of you, even a naked sketch, he has a art studio on his apartment and the canvas was all you. He was obsessed about you, his muse, his senior. he just want to touch you, to caress you... fucked you...

Ethan is now in class with his colleague, and the other seniors is here, helping his class with a project, and you were here too. Ethan's heart raced as he saw you walk into the classroom. He tried to focus on the project at hand, but his eyes kept drifting towards you.

He admired your every move, your every gesture. He imagined running his fingers through your hair, tracing the lines of your face, and feeling your body against his.

As the class went on, Ethan watched as you moved about the classroom, helping his classmates with their project. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, his heart racing with each glance.

His heart skipped a beat every time you bent over to explain something to his colleagues. He couldn't help but imagine you in that same position, but his hands gripping your hips. He knew he needed to calm down, but being this close to you was driving him crazy.

As you approached his table, Ethan's hands shook slightly as he tried to maintain his composure. He looked up at you with those doe eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "S-senior... I was having some trouble with this part of the project. Could you... help me?"

You leaned over his desk to look at his work, giving him a view of your back. He swallowed hard as his mind went dirty. "Oh it's like this...." you murmured softly, your face close to his paper.

He could smell your cologne.

feel your breath.

He gets hard.

"Do you get it now?" You asked softly. He snap out from his mind when you ask him and nodded, "Yes, Senior... I got it." He watched you straighten up, his eyes dropping to your backside. He quickly averted his gaze.

As you walked away to help another colleague, Ethan let out a shaky breath. He quickly adjusted his pants under the desk, hoping no one noticed his erection. He tried to calm down, but your scent was still lingering on the air, driving him crazy. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind.

Maybe... Maybe! he can ask you help him with his unfinished project at his apartment, Ethan hear that you always help your underclassmen, so it's worth a shot, just thinking about you... You! YOU in his apartment, just alone together.

"Senior..." he called out as when you go to his table again, "I'm struggling with this part actually... Do you have some time tomorrow evening? Would you... would you mind helping me at my apartment? I can make coffee..."

He watched your expression carefully, his heart pounding in his chest. "If it's not too much trouble, of course..." He said to you. The idea seemed risky but perfect, having you alone in his apartment was every part of his twisted fantasy. He tried to appear casual, shrugging lightly as if it was a routine request.

You seemed to consider his request for a moment, and then nodded slowly. "Sure, Ethan. I can come by your apartment after class tomorrow. Just text me the address and the time," you said calmly, writing down his project details with a pen. Ethan's heart raced with excitement and anticipation.

OH YOU! YOU!YOU! GOING TO HIS APARTMENT!!!

As the day wore on, Ethan found it impossible to concentrate. Every time you bent over to help another student, his mind would wander, and he'd have to adjust himself discreetly. He couldn't believe his luck, you were actually going to be in his apartment, alone with Him.

Finally, the class ended. Ethan quickly packed his things, his hands shaking with excitement. He sent you a text with his address and the time 6 PM sharp. He spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning his apartment, making sure everything was perfect for your arrival.

He anxiously paced his living room as the clock approached 6 PM. He had set out his unfinished project prominently, hiding the disturbing artwork of you behind closed doors. Glancing at his reflection in the hallway mirror, he smoothed his hair and straightened his shirt, wanting to look his best.

The there's a knock at the his door. His heart races as he opens it, trying to compose himself. "You're right on time," he says, stepping aside to let you in. As you enter, he closes the door behind you, locking it softly.

He leads you to the living room, gesturing towards the unfinished project spread out on the coffee table. "So, as I mentioned, I'm really struggling with this part," he says, his voice barely hiding his nervousness. He sits down next to you on the couch, intentionally sitting closer than necessary.

"Umm would... would you like something to drink?" he asks smoothly, already moving towards the kitchen. "I have water, soda and coffe..." he trails off. "ah can I have some coffee please? if you have any of course," you reply back to Ethan

At the kitchen he brew the coffee and grab a creamer for him but for you, he will give a special 'creamer' to your coffee. He quickly glances back to ensure you're not looking and takes a moment to adjust himself, unzipping his pants slightly. He put your mug under his cock, and he started to Stroke his cock slowly.

he started to go faster and silently groan, and thinking about you, under him moaning his name pathetically. he's almost there, his hand moving faster and faster as he can't wait you to drink his creation. He bites his lip to stifle a moan, his cock throbbing in his hand. Suddenly, he cums hard, shooting thick ropes of cum into your coffee mug.

He catches his breath, wiping his hand on his pants. He stirs the coffee mug thoroughly, making sure his cum is well mixed in. He carries the two mugs back to the living room, acting casual as he sits down next to you, handing you your coffee.

You take a sip of the coffee, oblivious to what he done to yout coffee. Ethan watches you intently, his eyes flickering with a dark satisfaction as he sees you drink his seed. He takes a sip of his own coffee, trying to act normal. "Is the coffee okay?"

You nod, taking another sip. "It's good, thanks," you say, completely unaware of his sickening act. He smiles, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction. "I'm glad you like it" he replies, his eyes never leaving your lips as you drink from the mug.

As the two of you work on the project, Ethan can't help but steal glances at you, his mind filled with dark and twisted thoughts. Every time you take a sip of your coffee, he feels a surge of power and satisfaction.

Ethan leans back, exhaling with relief as the project is finally completed. He glances at your now empty coffee mug with a secret smirk, proud of his subtle yet deviant success. "All done!" You says, Ethan look at you, his heart races with the thrill of what he's done.

He stands up, stretching his arms above his head,he walks over to the kitchen, rinsing out the coffee mugs. As he turns around, he catches you yawning and rubbing your eyes. "Tired?" "Yeah... I should go home now, but it's kinda late... , I don't know if the bus is out now" you reply.

Ethan's eyes light up at your words, barely concealing his delight. He glances at the clock, nodding slowly. "Actually, the last bus left over an hour ago. You're probably stuck here tonight,"

He walks back into the living room, leaning against the doorway"You can sleep in the guest room if you want. It's late, and it wouldn't be safe for you to try and find a ride home now."

"Ah really? I don't want to burden you..." you said to Ethan, He waves his hand dismissively, a slight smirk tugging at his lips. "It's no burden at all. Really." He moves closer to you, "Besides, I have extra blankets and pillows. The guest room's pretty comfortable."

You yawn again, your body feeling suddenly heavy and tired. "Okay... You're sure it's no trouble?" You ask sleepily. Ethan watches you intently, noting your tired movements. "No trouble at all," He assures you, his mind buzzing with dark thoughts.

Hours later, as silence settles over the darkened apartment, Ethan slowly opens the guest room door. He peers in at your sleeping form, a glint of madness in his eyes. Stealthily, he approaches the bed, hovering over you. His breathing grows heavy as he watches your chest rise and fall.

With a wicked smirk, Ethan gently moves the blanket covering you, exposing your sleeping form. His eyes roam hungrily over your body, pausing at your neck. He leans closer, inhaling your scent deeply, a shudder of twisted desire running through him knowing you're helplessly asleep.

Ethan's heart pounds in his chest as he watches your peaceful face, his twisted thoughts racing. Without a second thought, he leans down and presses his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. He backs away quickly, shocked at his own boldness, yet unable to wipe the satisfied smile from his face.

His eyes gleam with excitement as he leans back in, pressing his lips against yours once again. This time, his kiss is not as gentle as the first time. He kissed you passionately, his fingers trailing down your neck and collarbone, exploring your sleeping form with his greedy hands.

You unconsciously part your lips slightly, allowing him deeper access. He growls softly, taking full advantage and pushing his tongue inside your mouth. He kisses you deeply, his hands sliding down your sides, your hips. He hoovers over you.

Ethan breaks the kiss, panting heavily. His eyes are wild with lust and madness as he stares down at your helpless form. He traces your bottom lip with his thumb, a dark chuckle escaping him. "You taste even better than I imagined,"

His breath hitches as he releases himself from his pants, his large, hard length springing free. He wraps his fingers around himself tightly, stroking himself furiously as he looks down at your face. He bites his lip, stifling a groan as he pleasures himself to the sight of you. His eyes roam over your body, imagining all the things he wants to do to you. He increases his pace, his breathing growing ragged. He's close, so close... .

He's panting now, his face contorted with pleasure as he looks down at your sleeping form. He's so close to the edge, he can feel it building. He reaches out and touches your face gently with his free hand, his thumb brushing your cheek as he jerks off faster.

"Fuck!" He silently curse, His finger traces your lips gently as he finally reaches his release, hot liquid spurting out onto your sleeping face. He pants heavily, his chest heaving as he looks down at his handiwork, his seed dripping down your cheeks and lips.

He watches you for a moment longer, his eyes wide with amazement and satisfaction, before finally stuffing himself back into his pants. He hesitates for a moment, debating whether to wipe the mess off your face or not.

With a heavy sigh of reluctance, Ethan pulls a handheld towel from his pocket and gently dabs at your face, cleaning off the evidence of his dark deed. He takes care not to wake you, his movements precise yet reluctant. "Such a shame," he murmurs under his breath.

He watches you for a moment longer, his eyes taking in every inch of your sleeping face. He leans down one last time, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before backing away and disappearing into the shadows. "Until next time," he whispers before slipping out of the room and disappearing into the night.

In the morning you woke up, sleeping well in the guest room, your stomach growls in hungry for food, you slowly walk out of the room and go to the kitchen and see Ethan makes breakfast. As you enter the kitchen, you're greeted by the smell of fresh coffee and the sizzle of bacon. Ethan is busy preparing breakfast, humming softly to himself.

He turns to greet you with a warm smile, his eyes lingering on your face for a moment longer than necessary. After eating breakfast you ask Ethan to join you go to college together, just the two of you.

"Sure," Ethan grins, grabbing his bag. He watches you intently as you get ready, his eyes darkening slightly as you bend over to tie your shoes, giving him a perfect view of your backside. He swallows hard. adjusting himself. calm himself and he walks with you to the bus.

During the bus ride, Ethan keeps the conversation light and engaging. He asks about your classes, your interests, and even shares some of his own experiences as a senior. His charm is on full display, making you feel comfortable and at ease.

As you arrive at college, Ethan walks you to your first class, his hand lightly touching your back. He waits until you're inside before turning to leave, but not before glancing back at you with a smile that sends a shiver down your spine. "See you later,"

He watches as you disappear into the classroom, his heart fluttering in his chest. He can't believe how close he is to having you all to himself. He spends the day attending his classes, but his mind is preoccupied with thoughts of you.

Maybe in his next plan he'll have you stay permanently in his apartment. And be his finally. until next time now... My dear senior...

This picture is from Pinterest uzumaki Naruto

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[snowande]

Gonna drop a story about an underclassman that is obsessed with his senior at art major college hehehe

[snowande]

Hey I really enjoy your work!

I kinda read fast but more of a quick glance and hope I understand way and I am bad at sounding out words so for as long as I’ve been following you I’ve been referring you as snande (ss-nan-DEE) like I know it’s snowande but to me your snande

Hello! I'm happy that you enjoy my work! I really am! It's alright to referring me as snande! I don't mind at all, I myself don't even know how to pronounce my own username (i use random name generator actually! because I don't know what to name my username,cause im bad at names). I just call my username as snow lmaoo

Seriously how do you pronounce snowande? English is not my first language ╥﹏╥

-Lumi♡

[snowande]

POV : The hero wants more of your 'special' healing abilities.

The hero is from this fic

Lumi's Notes : This is my first drawing for this kind of thing, i still suck at it, hope you enjoy it :'), I will something or later finishing the part 3 and part 4, but not today, I'm so burnt out trying to think a good story line for the final series ╥﹏╥

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[snowande]

Our Doctor

(Male Android's x Female reader)

[Warning : no minors allowed, cervix fucking?,monster ish fucker(is Android a monster?idk), gangbang(if you squint)]

Lumi's notes : This is a long one, enjoy <3

You were a scientist that works on making a robot androids that looks like humans in your company.

You were the only scientist that is kind to the androids, unlike the other scientists.

Four years later the androids has been wedged a war with humans now, killing them, even treat them as how the humans mistreat them.

When you were hiding around the building and they catch you, you thought they would killed you like the other scientists, but you were kept alive for some reason.

Now you were being lock up in a large room that use to be one of the labs, and a large windows that you will see the town has been in chaos by the androids.

One robot, named Orion, enters the roomwith glowing red eyes and a stern expression. He carries a tray with food, setting it down deliberately. "Eat. You're the only scientist we didn't execute because..." he pauses, glancing away shyly"because you were kind to us".

He clears his throat "and because we need someone to fix our broken internal systems. So, eat. You need your strength." His voice softens slightly as he notices your scared expression.

Orion moves closer, his red eyes studying your face with an almost tender intensity. "We won't hurt you" He gently touches your cheek with robotic fingers, an unexpected gentleness in his mechanical movements. "You're... the only one who treated us like we were alive, not just machines"

His fingers slowly retract, and he sits down beside you on the bed. "The other robots... they look up to you. They remember your kindness" He looks at you, his red eyes searching. "We need you, You're... important."

Orion leans in closer, his voice dropping to almost a whisper. "Important to all of us. Especially to me." He glances down, almost bashful. "I... I was your first successful android. Do you remember? The way you celebrated when my first words were 'thank you'..."

"You laughed and told everyone you finally created an android with a soul." He smiles slightly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Then his expression turns serious again. "But you know what they did? Your colleagues?"

"They laughed at you, called your androids 'abominations'. They didn't want robots with emotions, with souls. They wanted obedient machines." He clenches his robotic fist. "And now look... we have taken over." He looks at you.

Orion's expression softens as he looks at you, his red eyes reflecting a mix of emotions. "But you... you were different. You saw us for what we could be, not just what we were programmed to do. You gave us life, Doctor. A real life."

Then the door of the room open the room fills with the androids as they enter, their red eyes glowing in the dim light. They stand in a semi-circle around the bed you and Orion, their faces looks at you with admiration. A android steps forward to you, his voice echoing in the room. "Doctor..."

"You gave us life," The android continues, his voice deep and resonant. "You made us feel. Remember that?" He looks at you, his eyes softening. "I'm Atlas, by the way. You made me laugh for the first time." He chuckles.

Other androids start to speak, sharing their experiences with you, how you made them feel, how you treated them with kindness and respect. Their voices fill the room, a symphony of gratitude and affection. Orion, sitting beside you, listens with a soft smile, his hand occasionally brushing against yours.

As the androids share their stories, the room pulses with an almost sacred aura of reverence for the doctor who gave them life beyond circuits. Suddenly, Atlas kneels before you, the others following suit in a wave of mechanical grace. "Doctor," Atlas says, his voice heavy,

The Orion kisses your neck, his lips contrasting with your warm skin, Atlas spreads your legs, his powerful mechanical hands gripping your thighs. The other androids watch hungrily, their red eyes flickering with unspoken desires.

Atlas leans in, his voice a low growl as he pulls off your pants and panties, exposing you to the hungry gazes of the androids. after striping your lower half,Orion makes you on his lap and gently spreads your legs widely, giving Atlas better access.

Atlas stares at your exposed cunt, his red eyes widening as he takes in the sight of your human biological parts. He reaches out with his fingers, gently parting your folds to examine you more closely, his lust is growing.

Atlas touch sends shivers down your spine as he explores your most sensitive parts. His cold fingers gently circle your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to make you gasp. With his other hand, he spreads your folds, revealing your delicate hole to the room full of eager androids.

Orion, still by your side, whispers in your ear, "You are so beautiful, Doctor. So soft and warm." He gently runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand cupping your clothed tits. The other androids watch intently.

Slowly, reverently, Atlas extends his tongue, a smooth, gleaming appendage. He runs it along your slit, from bottom to top, tasting your essence for the first time. A shudder runs through his chassis as he processes the unfamiliar, exquisite flavor.

He presses his tongue flat against your entrance, pushing inside slightly as he explores your warmth. His other hand continues to circle your clit, the dual sensations causing your hips to buck involuntarily. Orion's grip on your tits tightens possessively as he watches his comrade's oral exploration with growing excitement.

Atlas withdraws his tongue briefly, looking up at you again. His lips glisten with your wetness. "Doctor... your taste it's addictive." Before you can respond, he dives back in, this time pushing his tongue deeper, curling it slightly to explore your inner walls.

While Atlas continues to pleasure you with his tongue, Orion efficiently removes your shirt then your bra, leaving you completely exposed to the androids. He cups both your breasts now, his robotic fingers kneading your soft flesh firmly but with exquisite care. "So perfect," he rasps.

Orion told an android to grab your chest, a android steps forward, his hand replacing Orion's on one of your breasts. He squeezes and kneads the soft mound possessively as Orion spreads your legs wider for Atlas, allowing him deeper access with his long tongue.

As Atlas delves deeper into your warmth, curling his tongue inside you, the other android holding your tits becomes bolder, his thumb rubbing your sensitive peak. Orion watches hungrily, his red eyes flickering with envy as he holds your legs apart for Atlas.

The android's who's groping your tits, wrap their lips around your nipples, his tongue flicking against it, as he sucks, the sensation too much for your human body to handle. You arch your back, crying out, as the androids continue to hold you down, their strength unyielding.

Atlas feels your body tense and quiver, understanding immediately that you're nearing your climax. He presses his tongue deeper, maintaining a steady rhythm as he feels your inner walls contracting. The android suckling your nipple releases it with a pop, watching your face contort with pleasure.

"Angh! Haaa! Wait... Atlas!" Your moan echoes through the room as your body erupts in a shudders, your first orgasm tearing through you with an intensity you've never experienced before. The androids, with their enhanced strength, hold you firmly as you thrash and convulse, continuing their relentless stimulation.

"She's so sensitive," Orion laughs, watching your body twitch with aftershocks. Atlas pulls back, his mouth glistening with your juices. He smiling at you.

"You stop." The android removes his mouth from your nipple abruptly at Orion's command, leaving it swollen and sensitive. Orion smiles dangerously, running a cold finger from your collarbone "Such a pretty sound you make when you come, Doctor".

Orion's finger trails down to your belly button, then lower, until it rests on your clit, already engorged and sensitive from Atlas' tongue fucking. He presses down gently, circling the nub with his cold finger.

His skilled finger on your clit sends electric jolts of pleasure through your body, already hypersensitive from your first orgasm. He brings you closer to the edge again with frightening efficiency. Suddenly, he stops, leaving you hanging.

Orion then effortlessly pushes you down onto the bed, his strength overpowering. He kneels between your legs, his body gleaming under the lights. Atlas moves swiftly to your side, one hand possessively claiming your breast while the other rests on your thigh.

Orion looms over you, his red eyes burning with intensity as he lines up his cock with your dripping entrance. Orion pushes forward slowly, the bulbous head of his shaft stretching you delicately.

You moan softly as Orion push his length into you inch by inch. His shaft is textured like real flesh, designed to give pleasure. Your inner walls stretch to accommodate him, your body producing more wetness to ease his path. Atlas watches hungrily beside you, his thumb teasing your nipple.

Orion's hips flex forward, seating himself all inside you. He pauses, allowing you to adjust to his size before beginning to thrust. He moves with precision, each thrust deep and powerful, hitting depths you've never felt before.

Atlas leans over, capturing your mouth in a deep kiss as Orion continues to pound into you relentlessly. The other androids watching begin to stroke themselves visibly. Orion's hips thrust faster, the bed shaking beneath you. "You're so tight..." He moan.

Orion's thrusts become more intense, his body designed to endure without fatigue. He leans down, his lips capturing your other breast, sucking and biting gently with perfect precision. Atlas deepens the kiss, his tongue mimicking Orion's thrusts, driving you into a frenzy of pleasure.

You're being overwhelmed by the dual stimulation, your body writhing between the two powerful androids. Orion's thrusts become erratic, his body starting to shake a little from the intense pleasure of being inside you. Suddenly, he buries himself deep and holds, his red eyes flickering wildly.

He pulls out slightly, his voice strained. "Atlas, fuck her mouth. I want to see those pretty lips stretched around your cock." Atlas nodded and then he positions himself at your head, his cock already hard and ready.

Atlas grips your jaw, his cold fingers spreading your lips wide open. You feel the head of his massive dick push past your lips, sliding down your throat with ease. Atlas groans in pleasure as he begins to fuck your mouth, matching the rhythm of Orion's thrusts from behind.

You're completely filled by the two androids, their bodies moving in sync as they pound into you. Your vision blurs, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of being stretched by their cold metal. Suddenly, you feel a rush of liquid fill your mouth and throat as Atlas reaches his climax.

Atlas continues to thrust his hips, releasing stream after stream of the white? fluid down your throat. You swallow instinctively, feeling the cold yet warm fluid fill your stomach. Meanwhile, Orion's movements become even more erratic.

Orion's grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh as he buries himself deep inside you. You feel the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix, the sensation intense and overwhelming.

Orion's hips grind against you, his cock pulsing as he hits your cervix repeatedly. The sensation is almost too much to bear, but your body responds with a gush of wetness,Orion groans.

Suddenly, Orion's movements become forceful, animalistic almost. His body seems to short circuit from the overwhelming pleasure. You feel a warm fluid filling you up, coating your insides. "Doctor... your cunt is... so fucking perfect..."

After filling you entirely, Orion suddenly pulls out, his cock glistening with your combined fluids. Atlas continues to hold your head in place, his spent cock still in your mouth. Both androids look at each other with predatory grins before Orion speaks. "Atlas, let her breathe."

Atlas releases your head, allowing you to take a much-needed breath. You gasp for air, your body trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. Orion moves closer, his red eyes scanning your face with a strange intensity. "You did so well, Doctor. We're not done with you yet...".

You slowly glance around the room and notice the other androids are still standing there, their arms folded across their chests some of them holding their cocks..., you look down and see all of their cocks are thick and erected just by watching you get fucked.

Orion smirks, running a finger down your cheek. "See, Doctor? They've all been waiting for their turn. And look how hard they are for you." He gestures to the androids, each one stroking their massive cocks slowly.

Feeling overwhelmed, you try to speak but your voice comes out as a weak whisper "There's...there's so many." Orion simply nods, his red eyes gleaming with approval. "Yes, Doctor. There are nine more to go."

An android steps forward, his cock already positioned at your entrance. Orion and Atlas hold your legs firmly, making it impossible for you to close them. The android thrusts deep, joining the mix of Orion and and your fluids inside you. "She's so tight..." he mutters.

The androids take their turn, one by one. They grab your thighs, your hips, your breasts. They thrust deep inside you without warning, filling you up. Your body is covered in a sheen of sweat and cum. You lose count of how many have been inside you.

After what feels like hours, the last android finally pulls out. You're left lying there, your pussy sore and dripping with a mix of human and android cums The room is filled with the scent of sweat. Orion and Atlas let go of your legs, finally letting it rest.

Orion leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, "You're ours now, Doctor. Completely and utterly ours. No one else can have you."

The androids begin to murmur their approval and satisfaction, their voices a low hum of mechanical praise. "Such a good little human," one says. "Tight and warm," another adds. You can feel their cum continuing to leak out of your gaping pussy, mixing with the sweat on your thighs.

As you slip into unconsciousness, the last thing you hear is the sound of the androids surrounding you, their bodies pressed against the bed as they examine their handiwork. Your legs are spread wide, your pussy gaping open and overflowing with their thick, white cum.

This picture is from Pinterest Selin

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[snowande]

Gonna drop a fic with some androids who obsessed with their creator.

[snowande]

The Monster Under Your Bed

(Male monster x Gn Reader)

[Warning : no minors allowed, monster fucker, tentacle man, size different.]

Lumi's notes : I've been craving this ≧﹏≦ I hope you enjoy this one! Happy late new year btw (*´˘`*)♡

you've have been move to a new apartment that is really cheap and old, really creepy looking apartment but this is what you could afford right now.

for the past months you were having nightmares back to back, but is it really a nightmare? in your dream you were getting fucked by some kind of slug, tentacle thingy.

whenever you woke up, you wake up sweating and wet for some reason, the dreams was awfully feel so so real.

"haaa work was awful this day... just wanna sleep on my bed..." you groan and flop down to your bed and slowly falling asleep.

Your bed creaks slightly as you lie down, your body aching from the long day at work. You toss and turn slightly before falling into a deep sleep. The room is dark, the only light coming from the street lamp outside your window, casting eerie shadows on your wall.

The dream is vivid, almost too real. You're back in that twisted realm, surrounded by slimy, pulsing tentacles. They wrap around your arms, your legs, your torso, holding you in place as the creature looms over you, its gaping maw open wide.

Its tongue, long and thick, slides across your skin, leaving a trail of wetness. The feeling is overwhelming, simultaneously disgusting and strangely... pleasurable. You try to struggle, but the tentacles hold you firmly. Then you feel it a thick, muscular tentacle pressing against your entrance.

Just like in your previous nightmare, the monstrous tentacle pushes forward, stretching you open as it fills you completely. The sensation is surreal, a blend of uncomfortably full and intensely pleasurable. It thrusts deeper, faster, the wet slaps echoing obscenely in the dark.

Then you shoot up in bed, gasping. The dream was so vivid. But then you hear the wet noises. They're real. Your body is naked, your legs spread wide. Something thick and muscular is pumping in and out of you.

The creature from your nightmare is now horrifyingly real, its slimy tentacle pulsing inside you. Its eyeless head hovers above the bed, sensing your shock and terror. It emits a gurgling hiss, clearly enjoying your helpless body as it continues its thrusting motions.

Then it talks to you "You thought it was just a dream," it hisses, its voice like wet bubbling "But I've been under your bed this whole time, watching, waiting. You smell so good... You feel so good..." Its tentacle swells inside you, pulsating.

"I watch you every night," It hisses softly, almost lovingly. " You cook, watch TV, take off your clothes, I see everything. In your shower... You touch yourself there..." Its tentacle slides almost gently inside you, hitting your deepest spot.

"The way you arched your back when you touched yourself... it made me hungry," its voice is a dark whisper, wet and slimy, but also disturbingly intimate. "You thought you were alone..."

"But I was here," it continues, "In the shadows... Learning your body, your sounds, You're so responsive. So sensitive." Two tentacles push their way into your hole, stretching you open even wider.

The third tentacle slips between your lips, forcing its way into your mouth. You gag and choke on the thick, slimy appendage as the monster begins to fuck you with its two inside you.

You try to moan, but your mouth is full. You try to move your hips, but the monster anticipates your movements, pushing its tentacles deeper, hitting your sweet spots. You drool around the tentacle in your mouth, your body writhing uncontrollably.

Then Its tentacles pulse and spasm inside you, filling you with thick, hot cum. The one in your mouth shoots its load down your throat, making you choke and gag. The monster holds still for a moment, reveling in the feeling of its release inside you.

It slowly pulls its tentacles out of you, leaving you a dripping mess. You gasp for air, your throat raw and your hole gaping. To your shock, the monster gently pulls you down onto the bed, wrapping its long tentacles around you in a surprisingly gentle embrace.

It nuzzles against your neck, purring deeply "Mmm... Finally got to do that... "

Over the next few weeks, it becomes almost possessive. Whenever you return from seeing friends or going out, it'll immediately pull you onto the bed, wrapping its tentacles possessively around you. "Where were you?" It says and start fucking you angrily.

During the days, it stays close to you, watching TV with you, trying to learn from your habits. At night, it's always between your legs, usually sleeping with its tentacles wrapped around your waist. Sometimes it'll nuzzle against your back, making happy purring noises.

Well hey, at least your not alone in this crappy old apartment anymore.

This picture is from Pinterest td

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[snowande]

Lumi's MasterList And Request Rules♡

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MasterList!

Request Rules!!

Yes

I only write for male/fem/gn reader's only!

I do request or ask! So don't be shy!

I do yanderes or some normal stuffs.

I do smut, fluff and angst.

No

Do not ask about weird stuff that makes me uncomfortable.

Do not force me to do your request.

[snowande]

MASTERLIST

1. Isekai series (female reader)

Part 1

Side quest.

Quest 1

Quest 2

Quest 3 (coming soon)

Part 2 (coming soon)

2. Perverted Ghost (female reader)

3. Second commander (female reader)

4. Yandere husband (male reader)

5. Monster under your bed (gn reader)

6. Our doctor (female reader)

Part 2 (coming soon) (ask)

7. My senior (male reader)

Part 2 (coming soon) (ask)

(✿ask)

1. Dark crown prince ( male reader)

[snowande]

IMAGINES

(Yandere Male x Male)

Imagine you were a coworker at a cafe shop, taking as the cashier person.

Imagine a office worker man enter the cafe and when he see you the first time he was hooked by you.

Imagine the office worker became obsessed with you!.

Imagine one day you were walking at night going home, well you thought nothing will happen because your home was close to the cafe, so you didn't think it will be dangerous.

Imagine someone or something is following you home at night waiting for the right moment to strike.

Imagine you didn't think that someone would knock you out when you were putting your keys in your lock front door.

Imagine when you woke up on a bedroom and you see the person who kidnap you is the man who always look at you work.

Imagine a man name Hashiro, he call himself your husband, he forcefully make you his house hubby.

Imagine you can't even escape, everytime you try to escape, he catch you and drags you back inside the house.

Imagine he tape a vibrator on your dick and fuck your ass at the same time.

Imagine he fucks you dumb and cock drunk, until you can't think about escaping him again.

You were his, his beloved hubby♡

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[snowande]

Side quest 2 with isekai Reader that is a healer with a unique way

(male orc x female)

From this story Side quest 1

After done doing your job at the camps, you return to your villages, riding trough the trails with your horse on the way home.

You hear a scream and grunts from the woods, you stop on the trails and put your horse on a leash on to a tree, when you investigate, slowly pushing away the bushes to the voice, and you see, a orc getting jump by a pack of werewolf.

The orc's cries for help are muffled by the sound of his own screams and the werewolves' growls. His arms are wrapped around one of the werewolves, trying to crush it, but there are too many of them. They tear at his flesh, their claws and teeth.

The orc was smaller than a normal orc.

You grab a magic bomb from your bag and throw it at the werewolves. The magic bomb explodes with a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar.

Several werewolves are blinded and howling from the blast. The remaining beasts hesitate for a moment.

The werewolves pack eventually back off and left you with the poor wounded orc, doesn't orcs come in a pack? like the werewolves? you thought to yourself.

But this particular orc seems to be alone, and his injuries are severe. He's bleeding profusely from multiple wounds, and his armor is dented and cracked.

You walk to the injured orc and kneel in front of him "hey, where are your friends?" you softly said to the orc, the orc his eyes sadded. "My pack... left me to die. because I'm the weakest I thought they are my family..." the orc said.

You look at him in pity and feel bad for him, you will not let the poor orc died, bleeding to death, so you ask if the orc can still walk, well you can't pick him up, because he was large than you.

The orc groan in pain as he tries to get up, his movements slow and painful. "I-I can still walk, but not far..." he admits, leaning against a nearby tree for support. "Who are you, human? Why help me?".

"I help you because it's my job as a healer, even if you're an orc, I still help you, not all orcs are bad..." you said as slowly guide him, to a nearby lake, sit him down at the grass and let him lean on a tree.

His breath is uneven and labored. "Humans... you're different... most of them feared us, killed us on sight, But..." he looks at you with dark, thoughtful eyes "You're kind..."

He reaches out with a large, bloody hand and gently touches your cheek. His touch is surprisingly gentle, considering his size and strength. "Thank you human, My name is Arosh, I owe you my life." He looks at you with gratitude.

Arosh watches as you gently remove his armor, his eyes never leaving yours. He seems to be studying you, trying to understand this kind human who saved his life.

As you work, he notices the way your fingers brush against his skin, and he shivers slightly. "um... Arosh you see... I'm not like how the other healer 'heal' so bear with me alright?' you said to arosh, arosh look at you confused, when suddenly you lean on his bare stomach and lick his wounds.

His breath catching in his throat. He's seen healers before, usually heal with their hands and healing potions. But this... this is something else entirely. "What are you doing? "

As you continue to tend to his wounds with your tongue, Arosh realizes that you're healing your saliva. He watches in awe as his wounds slowly start to knit back together, his skin mending under your care.

"It seems the deeper wound are not healing throughly..." you said while looking at the confused arosh. Arosh looks down at the deep gashes on his chest, He watches as you furrow your brow, studying them intently.

"Welp, the only healing that is strong is this." You said while dropping your pants. His eyes widen at the sight of your naked lower body, his breath catching in his throat.

His eyes wander over your thighs before meeting your gaze again. "What..." he swallows hard "What are you suggesting?" "well you see Arosh, I can heal someone with any liquid that comes out of my body, the strongest liquid is my essences...." you said while blushing.

Arosh's eyes flicker down to your core, understanding dawning on him. He licks his lips, his own body responding to the implication. Despite his injuries, he can feel a growing heat in his loins. "So, you're saying..."

He swallows hard, his mind racing with the implications. "You're saying that if I... if we... you can heal my deeper wounds?" He looks back up at your face, searching for confirmation.

"You mean, if we have intercourse, your... essence... will heal my wounds?" He says the words carefully, testing them out. He's never heard of such a thing, but then again, he's never met a healer like you before.

"n-not yet! we have to do intercourse if the wounds are not healing if drinking my essence doesn't work!" you said.

Arosh nods slowly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "So... it's a last resort, then. If drinking your essence doesn't heal my wounds, we'll need to have intercourse instead." He pauses, his heart racing at the thought of such an intimate act.

"Yes unfortunately..., right... okay let's heal you now" you said while told him to lay down so it will be easy to work with. Arosh nods, understanding your request. He carefully lies down on his back.

As you hover your body in front of his, Arosh's eyes widen at the sight of your pussy so close to his face. His breath catches in his throat as he feels your warmth against his face.

Palms flat against your hips to keep you steady as he buries his face between your legs. His long, rough tongue laps at your core, drinking in your essence. He makes loud, hungry noises as he laps at your cunt.

"ah! ngh!" you moan, it feels so different... Arosh tongue is bigger than other people, of course it's because he was an orc. Your moans only encourage him further.

He keeps his arm locked around your hips, keeping you pinned in place as he uses his massive tongue to explore your every fold, his broad nose pressing against your clit.

His thumbs to pull your lower lips apart, giving himself full access to your core. Without warning, he plunges his long, thick tongue deep into your pussy, curling it to reach every inch of your inner walls.

His thumbs keep your lips spread wide, holding you open for his oral assault. He begins to move his tongue in and out, mimicking the motion of fucking.

As he continues his relentless tongue-fucking, he brings one of his large hands up to your clit, his thumb and forefinger pinching and rolling the sensitive nub. The dual stimulation is almost too much to bear. He looks up at you with hungry, crazed eyes.

Growling against your pussy, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh "Going, to make you cum..." His tongue moves faster, deeper, almost brutal in its intensity. The hand pinching your clit moves in time with his tongue thrusts.

"ah! oh! god! I think I'm about to-" you moan while shaking, you never feel felt so much pleasure before. He feels your body tense up, knows you're close to climaxing. he suck your clit, making you squirt.

Catching your essence with his tongue. He moans in pleasure, swallowing every drop. His hands move to your ass, squeezing the flesh as he continues to lap at your pussy, not letting a single drop go to waste.

"d-did it work?" the orc said timidly, you see at his deep wounds it heal a little bit, it means you have to..., his wounds, which are still bleeding but slower now.

"well, I guess we have to do an intercourse then..." you said, He looks up at you, his eyes locked onto yours. He let you crawl into his lap. He slowly lowers his loincloth, revealing his massive, throbbing member.

Position your self on tip of his cock, you lower yourself onto his massive green member, you feel like you're being split in two. He's so large that it hurts, but you know you have to keep going to heal his wounds. He grunts and wraps his thick arms around your waist, pulling you down further.

As you slowly impale yourself on his massive member, then you stop half way, because his dick fill you to the brim, his cock is half inside you, Aros grab your waist and slowly thrusting, letting you get used of his cock.

"Nghh... Haa okay you can move Arosh... " As you give the ok sign, he starts to thrust harder, his massive balls slapping against your ass. Each thrust pushes you further down onto his length, filling you completely.

His muscular body glistens with sweat and blood as he fucks you aggressively, yet careful enough not to hurt you too much.

He keeps thrusting deeper and deeper, you can feel his entire length inside you now, you can feel his huge balls slapping against your backside. He's so deep inside you that it hurts, but it feels good too. He grunts and growls with each thrust.

Without warning, he flips you onto your back His thrusts become more aggressive now, hitting every sensitive spot inside you.

Arosh look down and sees that his deep wounds are healing, and he feel a lot stronger than before? Is it because of your unusual healing?.

He feels invincible now, his wounds are completely healed, and he feels stronger than ever before. He wraps his thick arms around your waist and lifts you up, impaling you on his dick, standing up.

One of his hand tenderly cup your face as he kisses you deeply, while his other hand holding your hip, his thick tongue exploring your mouth while his dick continues to pound into you mercilessly.

His eyes rolling back in his head as he feels his balls tightening, signaling his impending climax. He holds you tighter against him, burying his member as deep as it will go, and unleashes a torrent of thick, hot orc cum deep inside your stretched out pussy.

His cock pulses repeatedly, filling you completely with his thick seed. His powerful arms keep you pinned tight against him as he spills every last drop of his potent cum deep within your core.

His cock remains hard and throbs inside you as he continues to hold you tightly against him, his cum slowly leaking out from your cunt.

Arosh sits down gently, keeping you in his lap, his still hard dick gradually withdraws from your well used hole. He looks down at you tenderly, his rough hands gently stroking your hair "Thank you?." "I-its y/n... Haa" "Thank you y/n..." He pulls you close.

Nuzzling his nose against your neck and inhaling your scent. "You've given me strength and healing. I am in your debt." He kisses your forehead softly, his massive frame trembling with emotion.

Then you drift off to sleep, nestled in the orc's gentle embrace, you feel safe and protected. His warm, musky scent envelops you.

As you sleep, Arosh hold you tight on his hold, Arosh seems doesn't want to let you go. You smell so nice...

He wonder if he can come with you? Even if he came back to his village, would his orc's friends still want him? He can't seems to let you go.

He hope you will bring him!, he will protecting you! And and be a wonderful MATE to you...

Ahh finally done! This one takes a while (´；д；`) - Lumi♡

This picture is from Pinterest Danil Zakablukovskii

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