#—Rhys Kinktober 2023

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⋆꙳✧༄ His favorite pet

❖ Character: Mahito

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 2.6k

❖ Summary: Mahito loves to experiment on you simply because you let him - loving how he pushes past your limits and pleasures you beyond belief.

❖ WARNINGS: DARK CONTENT! sub!reader, slapping, dacryphilia, clit slapping, bondage, tentacles, choking, throat fucking, spitting, humiliation, degradation, penetration with tentacles, anal, overstimulation, womb fucking, squirting

❖ A/n: the list of warnings is so long oh my. I'm not even sorry

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Mahitos eyes went wide when he saw the way you were looking right at him instead of through him like everyone else. He knew right that moment that you will be his, if you want to or not so he gave you a silly grin while waving at you. Talking to him was so easy, he would always have interesting topics to discuss for hours as time flew by whenever you two hung out, always listening to you, always agreeing with you without making it too obvious but before you knew it you were craving his company. You fell so hopelessly in love with the man who did nothing but sweet talk you, luring you in and giving you a sense of being heard and seen along with this false sense of security - his plan worked. He's not a master of manipulation for nothing, not even surprised that you were seeking out his attention all the time, almost addicted to it like a lost puppy.

The fact that he wasn't human didn't even surprise you when he broke the news to you, already aware that he was a little different from your average man but you never once minded, finding it quite appealing actually. Mahito’s lighthearted attitude along with his dumb jokes never failed to make you smile, always pushing you to your limits or having you be the butt of the jokes. It was playful banter to you, an experiment of how far he can take it for him. Testing you… you were never more than just an experiment to him, while you called him your boyfriend in such a loving way it always amused him. Your giggles lit up his heart but he wouldn't admit it, blaming it on everything but you. He's a curse after all, made out of hatred… he can't love.

It was just a question of time until he took these little experiments into the bedroom though and before you knew it, you found yourself pushed far past your limits but his sweet encouragement in your ears made it bearable. “You're taking me so well. Just a little bit more, cupcake” he chuckled and rubbed little circles on your clit to distract you from the almost unbearable pain he caused with his slaps to your thighs and ass - skin painfully sore to the point where it's bleeding. But you were his good girl, his perfect little human, you didn't want to disappoint him so you took everything he had to give despite your cheeks being stained with tears. Seeing you this broken, eyes all red and puffy from crying and far out of your comfort zone got him hard like nothing else, knowing he had you in the palm of his hand like a little puppet he can control made him feel invincible. The orgasm that followed was earth shattering, little slaps to your over sensitive clit gave you a high like never before after getting edged for hours on end, drooling on yourself and the bed beneath from the exhaustion and barely noticing how Mahito cleaned you up with utmost care, bandaging the wounds he caused before kissing each of them. “Can't have you breaking from this… you did so well for me” he praised while wrapping you in a fuzzy blanket and cupping your cheek to prevent you from moving while he kissed your forehead with a tender kiss. The collar around your neck jingled when you moved to cuddle up to the curse, a tired smile spreading over your lips at the reminder that you're his and he is yours - your name carved into his soul and there to remain.

You didn't need to know that even if you ever used the safeword, he wouldn't stop. It just existed to give you this false sense of security but worry not, he would never quite literally split you in half. Mahito was so much sweeter with you than with any of his experiments before, adoring you for the way you wanted his love so badly, how you humiliated yourself just to get some words of praise from him. All you were to him was a little project to study humans on, liking to see your reactions to various things and how you seemed to mind it less whenever he encourages you, how the unbearable pain suddenly became bearable with simple praise never failed to make him laugh, how desperate you cling onto his words to guide you out of it and towards your sweet reward for being such a good little human to him. He could own you and you would thank him for it, making him feel like a god.

This was your mistake - trusting him to never take it too far, that he's doing this for your pleasure rather for his curiosity but this mistake is what made you end up in this delicate situation. Your hands were tied behind your back, a spreader bar preventing your legs from closing as Mahito manhandled you onto all fours, a sickenly sweet smile on his face when you just let him move you the way he desired, not thinking much of this since he does this a lot. Your eyes locked for a moment while he caressed your cheek with his hand until something changed…

You tried jerking your head away when you felt these cold and slimy appendages slither over your cheek instead of his beautiful slender fingers you loved to feel on your body. “Hold still now, bunny. You don't want to get hurt… or worse, now do you? He asked in a playful tone, letting his fingers - now tentacles slither over your face and neck. Tears started forming in your panicked eyes, the sensation of tentacles on your skin new and frightening when they slowly started choking you. Mahito was laughing menacingly as he watched a fresh wave of fear mixed with disgust wash over your face when one of the appendages slithered over your lips which you pressed into a thin line. “You need to open that little mouth of yours… or i might let them go through your nose” He hummed in amusement, proving his point by letting one of them move towards your Nostril. Your head was shaking violently from side to side, panic increasing as your tears streamed down your cheeks in thick streams now and he sighed, one tentacle pushing into your nostril to let your know he was serious while a look of disappointment started forming on his face - His once so obedient little human suddenly refused him.

Every single hair on your body was standing from the feeling which caused you to reluctantly open your mouth, the tentacle immediately removing itself from your nose and slithering over your lips, slowly ascending into your awaiting mouth. Your body was repulsed by it, gagging wildly at the salty taste the slime left behind on your poor tongue, making sure to rub itself all over your wet muscle so you had no other choice but to taste it. “Look at you, taking it like a good girl. Now close your pretty lips around it, treat it like my cock you love so much” He chuckled but it turned into a laugh when you were pleading him not to make you do this but Mahito wasn't asking you, he was demanding so you behaved like his good little human and did what he wanted, sucking on the tentacle as if its his cock. It took everything inside of you not to gag when you felt a second one slide into your mouth and down your throat, moans from your lover filling your ear when he saw how beautifully your throat was bulging from the intrusion until he decided you had enough, taking the tentacles out of your mouth and kissing you forceful, his tongue invading your mouth like the slimy tentacles did just seconds ago.

His face showed pure euphoria upon tasting your saliva mixed with the salty taste of his tentacles. His kiss distracted you from the way his other hand transformed now too, letting slender tentacles slither over your naked body that was at his mercy until you couldn't ignore the cold sensation anymore, crying out for him to stop but still not using your safeword, which would have been useless regardless. Mahito positioned himself behind you, your ass still propped in the air, your face now resting against the mattress. Wet tentacles slowly slithered over the globes of your ass and along your thigh, ultimately resting at your folds to pull them apart, giving your lover a perfect view of your pretty slit. “Look at you, little pet. Crying and screaming but your cunt is drenched” he mused, smirking at your miserable frame before spitting onto your core that was fully on display for him which made you whimper out of humiliation, feeling his saliva along with your juices slowly dribble down your thighs and staining the mattress beneath you. He was right - it felt disgusting and you wanted it to stop but at the same time it felt so good to be forced into submission by him, letting him do everything he wanted to your body. Unbeknownst to you, a moan slipped out of your lips when one of the tentacles slowly wound itself through your folds, missing every sensitive spot on purpose. This made Mahitos wolfish grin spread further, the tentacle stopping dead in its tracks, resting right next to your bundle of nerves. “What a naughty little thing you are, bunny. Enjoying this like a needy slut” He whispered the degradation in your ear before wiggling the slimy appendage over your clit in a barely there touch, making you cry out from the weird, yet intense sensation.

The way your juices mixed with the slime of the tentacle caressing your clit made it unbearable to you, whines and moans cascading out of your mouth in a desperate way, needing a little more to tumble over the edge than just the feather light touch but Mahito heard your prayers, the slimy appendage now adding more pressure to your sensitive clit, making your jaw slack with a silent scream. The wetness of it aided as lube, easily flicking over the nub until it had you screaming out loud in pleasure, the knot in your abdomen finally snapping and Mahito laughed at the mix of emotions on your face, pleasure and disgust when you realized just what gave you this mind blowing orgasm and that this would not be the end. Your fears were correct when you felt four tentacles play with your entrance, taking turns on slipping in the tiniest bit until two of them slithered in to spread your cunt open, opening you up for the third one. A scream escaped you, begging him to stop but it was only amusing him further, letting the tentacle grow in girth as it slowly pushed itself inside of you. You felt every nub inside of your walls and the way it wiggled inside you let you feel things you've never felt before. “There you go. Give up your little fight… accept the pleasure it brings” Mahito cooed, feeling the way you slowly stopped clenching around the tentacle, making it much easier

To slip it further inside of you, the two smaller ones which spread you open slowly joined the thicker one and stretching you further than you've ever experienced.

Your jaw hung wide open at this sensation, one tentacle pressing against your sweet spot as the other two rubbed against your walls and prodding at your cervix to give you pleasure. With your eyes closed you slowly allowed the sensations to make you feel good, another tentacle playing with your clit again had you whimpering for more, growing greedier by the minute. “Awh are three inside of you not enough?” your lover teased and slid another one back into your mouth to fuck your throat but this time you welcomed it, sucking on it like a pacifier. It muffled your moan when you felt another tentacle enter your stretched cunt, but there was no pain, the little appendage rubbing your nub made sure you're enjoying it all as two more sucked and pulled on your hardened nipples. Pure ecstasy spread through your body, moaning loudly around the tentacle in your mouth but your eyes shot wide open when you felt another small one massage the ring of muscles at your ass, slowly prodding into your puckered hole. “I can't believe you let a disgusting tentacle take your little anal virginity, aren't you disgusted by it? By yourself for feeling this much pleasure?” Mahito asked sinister as he pushed it further into your behind but you only shook your head - it didn't hurt and you the disgust was long gone. You knew he didn't mean it, he loved the way you were so eager to please him by letting him do everything to you, he would never shame you for feeling pleasure since that's exactly what he wanted, for his little experiment to discover new pleasure and the way you slowly succumb to it.

The torturous assault of tentacles lasted hours, your holes stretched and your poor body begging for a break from the continuous orgasms Mahito brought you with his newest experiment. “Give me one more and I'll let you rest” he cooed, pushing against your sweet spot repeatedly with a smaller tentacle as the thick one nestled itself into your womb, making you feel as full as never before. It was enough to have you screaming until your voice was hoarse and with a last flick against your clit he had you squirting all over the bed again, taking one tentacles after the other out of your abused cunt until only one remained on your clit along with the other inside of your behind. “I need to see you break, bunny. Think you can cum again just from this?” He asked, nibbling at your neck while one of the slimy appendages kept rubbing your clit as the other one thrusted into your puckered hole. Your head was shaking violently, overstimulated to the point where it started to be painful but you still didn't use the safe word and allowing him to continue with this torture until he had his fill from seeing you cum over and over just from the anal penetration until you passed out.

You don't know how long you were gone but your legs were aching, your holes sore which reminded you that this wasn't a nightmarish wet dream - it really happened and you felt like crying when Mahito pulled you closer into his arms. “Did we go too far today, my bunny? Does your tiny body need a break?” He cooed in a fake sympathy but you still appreciated his care, nuzzling your face into his chest to return to the safe space in his arms. You knew he didn't want to hurt you and he didn't, at least not physically. “You did so well for me today… such a good girl. My perfect little human” he whispered as he played with your hair, hoping you can fall asleep soon since he already cleaned you up while you were unconscious. Mahito may be a curse created out of hatred, unable to love but he felt something towards you, something that runs deeper than just his curiosity - your name was carved into his soul after all.

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My Goddess

Rhysand x reader

Words: about 3.5k words

Warnings: smut, smut, I forgot to say smut, a little bit sad at the beginnig, my deepest insecurities, shower sex, rude male

Author’s note: Hi loves! I finally managed to write some more after the crazy week I had. Hope you like it, your witch Becky

p.s some parts are very personal (hair loss part and insecurities), and I'm kinda sorry, but I wrote this by heart and because of this it came out like this, hope you like it anyway.

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DAY 5: Body worship

I have never had a good relationship with my body.

It sounds silly to say, but all my life I've never had a good relationship with me in general, and this is something that I and my brother Azriel have in common.

He since childhood has had to endure the sight of his hands being ruined by fire because of those idiotic half-brothers of ours.

I, on the other hand, have had to endure the sight of my legs, my belly, my face that I do not consider beautiful enough to please anyone, and all of this feeling would end up manifesting itself in extreme anxiety attacks that my physique demonstrates by losing all my hair. I have always been unable to look at myself in the mirror because I cannot stand to see my forehead devoid of hair, along with most of my skull, solely because I cannot fight what I have inside. I think in part I can't look at myself because I feel guilty about betraying the little me, whom I see again every time I look in the mirror, who imagined a beautiful and perfect life, which I am increasingly convinced I will never have. As a child I dreamed of meeting my partner, who would love me with all his life and we would have a family together, always with my brother close by.

My brother, on the contrary, as much as he too believed that he did not deserve a mate, never found any problems in finding a woman to spend a night with, being one of the most handsome men Mother has ever conceived. I, on the other hand, have never had too much luck in love, since every time I saw a man approaching me, my first reaction is to turn away being that I don't want to be disappointed and hurt. And partly because I am deeply in love with my brother's best friend, or rather one of them: the not very famous and not at all attractive Rhysand.

For as long as I can remember, I couldn't help but fall in love with his violet eyes and sly smile, but of course it never crossed my mind to confess how I feel, knowing that I would ruin a friendship I cherish as well as ridicule myself.

Like every Saturday night Mor has forced me to go out with my brother and his two other friends, Rhys and Cass, knowing that I never have too much desire to go out and show off my body. Yet here I am sitting back on a miserable chair in the corner of yet another bar, watching my friends having fun.

Immediately, however, I feel something in the air change, and I notice that a man is sitting next to me. Too close to me. As soon as I notice that closeness I immediately feel uncomfortable, so I try to move away, but immediately I feel his hand resting on top of my wrist, squeezing it tightly.

"Hey baby, where are you running off to?" He says in a faux-sweet voice as a stench of cheap alcohol escapes from his mouth, and immediately I find myself holding back a gag as well as trying not to show my fear.

"My brother and his friends are looking for me, I should go." You lie, trying to push me away but he squeezes tighter and makes you let out a half moan of pain, too.

"I'm sure they won't notice your absence. How about coming with me? We could have fun." He continues by giving me a wink, which sends a shiver all down my spine. I try to pull away again, no longer trying to be nice to him, but this time in addition to holding me close to him, he pulls me closer to him by the hand with which he holds my wrist. I in response to that gesture slap him on the cheek, so hard that the sound seems to resonate throughout the whole place, but I don't care exactly at this moment because I am more focused on his look of pure hatred that he is giving me.

"How dare you little bitch slap me! You should be grateful that someone has the courage to hit on you, you must not have many people trying to bed you at least show gratitude in those who have the mercy to do so." He says in a harsh, rough tone a few inches from my face, even spitting a little.

I have never felt so naked in my life.

I can already feel tears welling up when I hear a voice behind me, noisily interrupting my thoughts.

"I would advise you to let the girl go right away, and maybe our Azzy will only allow you to die after a week of torture." Says a voice hoarse and deep, warm and enveloping as a summer night. Immediately I feel a sense of relief, and I move back to meet Rhys's muscular chest, who immediately wraps an arm around my waist, to make me feel his presence and quietly tell me I was safe.

"You don't need to make all this fuss over a sleazy bitch, if you want her so bad you can have her, even though I had seen her first. Who do you think you are anyway, you little bitch?" Asks the man trying to approach Rhys, pointing a finger at him. Seeing his gestures my friend moves me behind his back, still holding my hand, while with a look capable of killing he looks at the man who is tormenting me.

I feel it emanating pure power, so strong, it sends shivers down my spine. I feel it pass between our intertwined fingers like a night breeze mixed with stardust.

I see his shoulders stretch out so that he stands in all his height, and shows himself in all his grandeur before his enemy.

"Your worst nightmare." He replies with a growl.

Fuck, I need a cold shower when I get home. This is my first thought, then I force myself to stay alert, remembering the situation we are in.

"Rhys it's not worth it to fight with this asshole, please take me-" I implore my friend, before being interrupted.

"What did you call me bitch?" Asks the asshole in front of us rhetorically, only to be slammed against the wall by an unseen hand, clutching at his throat.

"The young lady was just finishing saying something, now you're going to be a good boy, and I'm going to spare you the pain of cutting off your fingers piece by piece, and I'm going to do it with one blow." Young High Lord responds with feigned gentleness as I see him tighten his other hand to make his grip on the man's neck slammed to the wall tighter.

"Please Rhys, take me home, I just want to take a shower and go to bed." I pick up my speech where I left off.

"As you wish. Az, will you Cass take care of this pig?" Rhys asks, turning his face slightly to look at his friends who have since materialized beside us. I see my brother looking at me with eyes full of sadness and anger; he walks over and kisses my forehead softly, before answering Rhys.

"Sure. Can I do whatever I want with him?" Az asks as he shifts his gaze to the man who tried to touch me, his little sister.

"Give vent to your kinkiest perversions and all the imagination you have Azzy. I'll stay with her in case she needs anything, in case I'll let you know right away." Rhys says at first with his usual smirk, looking in turn at the man he was choking on the wall, who now seems to have gone pale with fear, and then turns his face into something serious.

My brother nods and I do not have time to see his next action that deep night-colored fog, quilted with a few stars, envelops me and I find myself in my room.

Next to me stands Rhys, watching me intently. All the power he exuded a few seconds ago has vanished, to make way for the gentle, kind look I'm used to.

"Are you okay?" She asks me in a whisper, as if afraid that if she spoke too loudly I would destroy myself. I look up and stare into his purple eyes, shining like two precious gems, staring at me so intently that I blush.

"Yes, thank you for intervening, I'm afraid to think what would have happened if I hadn't." I say, trying to make him believe that this is why I am upset, and not because of the words he threw at me. I know perfectly well how to defend myself against a man like him, I've been training my whole life to fight against far greater opponents, but it was his words that struck me deeply in the soul.

I try to hint at a half smile, then head for the bathroom and close the door behind me. From the last look I give him, he doesn't seem very convinced by my theatrics, but he doesn't say anything to me and lets me seek solace in some alone time.

Barely alone in the privacy of my bathroom, I open the tub water to cover the sound of my sobs and let myself go into an overwhelming sob. I spend a few minutes huddled on the floor in the corner of my bathroom brooding over the man's words.

You should be grateful that someone has the courage to hit on you, you don't have to have a lot of people trying to get you into bed at least show gratitude in those who have the mercy to do so.

I feel my heart bleeding, as if it had been pierced by a dagger. I don't even notice that the door has opened, too engrossed in remembering how to breathe. Immediately I see Rhys sitting across from me, his eyes detecting how worried he is Without asking he takes me in his arms and sits me on his lap, stroking my back with one hand, trying to calm my sobs, while with the other he pulls up my face, which I am trying to hide in his neck.

"Don't give me any more bullshit. Talk to me, please, that's all I ask. Take all you want, but talk to me, I can't see you like this." He says as he wipes away my tears.

I spend a few minutes in silence, thinking about what to do or what to say, when I decide to stop listening to the little voice in my ear and finally be honest with the man I love and esteem so much.

"He's right Rhys." I say in a sob.

"Point one, I don't think an asshole of that magnitude could be right, and point two, what would love be right about?" Asks the man holding me close to him.

I take a deep breath and totally open my heart to him.

"Rhys, no one will ever want me for who I am. If someone hits on me they either want to get to you or my brother, or they see in me an easy prey to have a one-night stand, believing I would accept their pity gesture. No one wants me for who I am, but that doesn't shock me either because who would ever want a person with a physique like mine. Besides, I look like a hairless cat, but you know the worst thing about losing my hair due to stress? It's that I can't hide how incapable I am of controlling my emotions beyond the fact that I'm obviously emotionally unstable. And then let's not start with my temper-" I begin to mumble, then increase the volume of my voice more and more, until I feel a pair of warm lips settle on mine. It takes me a few seconds to reciprocate the gesture and I bite down on his plump lips with my teeth. He in response, when I release his lip, takes advantage of my distraction to explore my mouth with his tongue. We stay like this for a few minutes, making out like two eager kids in the back of a disco.

Eventually we break away, both of us needing oxygen. I look at him, and for a moment I cannot conceive that the same boy who is standing here in front of me with his hair tousled from my hands being passed through it and his lips swollen and reddened, could at the same time be the most powerful High Lord all Prythian has ever seen, and yet this is the truth.

"I thought the best way to let you know that what you were saying was a load of crap was to let you know with actions, and not just words." He says with his usual smirk, as I fist him on the shoulder, and then continues. "Now I'm going to try to be serious. Believe me, love, when I tell you that I don't understand how every man on this island, indeed in this world, can't help but be in love with you. You are the kindest, funniest, smartest, most beautiful woman, oh for Mother if you are beautiful, you don't know how many times I had to restrain myself from commenting on what I would do to you because I knew Az would kill me, but believe me it was a real pain to admire you without being able to do anything I wanted to do or taste." He says with a wink, then turns serious again. "You are perfect, in every aspect of you, and don't let just a few more curves discourage you, because they are nothing but an advantage to me, because that way there is more to love, kiss and worship than you. And your hair, it's nothing but a testament to your willpower, your strength and what a badass you are. There is not a single facet of you, because each one is a fundamental part of the woman I love." I feel my breath come short, and he seems to understand because he continues. "Yes I love you, more than my own life, I love you as insistently as we need oxygen to breathe, and I wish I could see you with my own eyes and admire who you really are."

I can't help but kiss him again and then say four simple words that somehow seem to take a huge weight off my heart.

"I love you too." I whisper on his lips, before kissing him again. As before we get carried away with the kiss, but this time it seems to get even more passionate and deep, so much so that slowly Rhys gets up, making me get up as well.

He slowly pulls away from the kiss and to move on to kiss the neck area near my ear, then to whisper something to me.

"Would you like to take a shower with me?" He asks sensuously, as I feel his hands touch every single cell of my body, or so it seems to me. I nod, unable to speak, and so slowly we begin to undress each other, as the shower water magically turns on, and quickly becomes warm.

Once naked, facing each other, we look into each other's eyes and I see him smile, before taking my hand and kissing it, and then kissing my wrist, and so on until we reach his shoulder and this time the other ear where he whispers again.

"You are beautiful, and I can't wait to worship you as the goddess you are once we get into that shower." He says, as I feel a chill run down my spine.

We get into the shower and at first the only things we do is leave hot kisses on each other's skin until Rhys picks up the body soap and begins to gently scrub my back. Suddenly then I feel his hands move from the back to the front, where they begin to massage my breasts. I immediately feel my nipples harden under his touch, and the first moans begin to fall from my lips like an old prayer that he does not remember ever learning, but of which at the most opportune moment he remembers every word. He continues to tease my breasts with one hand, while with the other he begins to play with the center of my pleasure. I totally melt under her touch, as if a witch had cast a spell on me. I feel my knees beginning to give way, while he meanwhile continues his attack on my neck as well, leaving bites and marks of his passage. Just as I was about to reach the apex of pleasure, however, he stops, making me moan this time from the pain of not having reached my orgasm. Rhys turns me around with a simple gesture and matches my back to the shower wall as he presses himself on me, kissing every inch of skin available to him.

"I want to taste you on my lips, I can't afford to make you come solely with my fingers love." She says in a whisper, as she kisses my breasts, and takes one of the nipples in her teeth, while teasing the other with her hand. "I want to make you feel the queen you are." He continues, as he slowly goes to his knees and stands at the same height as my pussy. He thus begins to lick and suck my clit, while he teases my entrance with his fingers. Immediately I bring a hand into his hair, pushing him harder against my center, trying to achieve the pleasure I had missed before. Then his lips move lower until they take the place of his fingers, this time I feel his tongue enter me.

For a second I feel as if I can touch the sky with my finger, as I feel the orgasm coming more and more overwhelmingly. What makes me go further and cum, making me convulse loudly and name my beloved so loudly that even on the Continent they know who gave me such pleasure, is the moan he makes against my center's lips in approval.

"By Mother, you are the best thing I have ever felt in my whole life. I could spend hours devouring you, my whole existence, and I would eat nothing but you, but I can't wait to make you come with my cock." Says Rhys unceremoniously. My brain still foggy with pleasure does not immediately process what he is saying, the only thing I understand is that before long I will feel pleasure like what I just felt if not more.

I see him get up, and I do not have time to realize what is going on that I feel his member enter me, and at this moment I discover that there is actually another level of pleasure of which I was unaware. His thrusts are fast and deep, which combined with his sizable cock, cause him to graze my cervix each time, making me scream so loudly with pleasure that I doubt I will have a voice tomorrow.

We stay so wrapped around each other under the pouring water of the shower making love, sharing such an intimate and personal moment with the person we love most in the world. I feel him kissing every inch of skin he meets, when he is not too busy remembering how to breathe, or he is not whispering in my ear how beautiful I am or how perfect he thinks I am.

I can't quite tell how much time elapsed before I felt the sensation of impending orgasm coming again like a galloping horse, but one shared glance between the two of us and we immediately knew that the other was feeling the same thing, so he quickened his thrusts and I began kissing the sensitive spots on his neck, so that only after a few minutes did we reach pleasure by howling the other person's name.

We stand still for a moment, letting the wave of pleasure no longer cloud our senses, confusing us as we enjoy the sensation of the hot water in the shower. Then, I interrupt the silence to note something.

"Well at least we are already in the shower." I say in a joking tone. Rhys immediately begins to giggle as he hides his head in my neck, then continues to be silent before confessing something of his own.

"It seems like a good time to tell you that you are my mate anyway." He says with obviousness as he picks up the shampoo to wash my hair. I look at him shocked at how calmly he dropped such a bombshell.

"And you tell me like this? Like it's nothing!?" I say shocked, and I see him smiling at my reaction, because he knows that after all, there is no happier person in the universe than me, and you can tell by my smile and the twinkle in my eyes.

"And the worst part is yet to come my goddess, we still have to tell to Azriel." Rhysand confesses, with obvious fear in his face, and I can't help but laugh.

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Caught In Between*

Kinktober Day 18: Threesome

Feysand x Reader

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This will be a sneak peak for Cherry Blossom changed to second person pov. i need them so bad. This will be pretty short.

cw: sex, ffm threesome, you get the vibe

you're their mates in this

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You moaned as Feyre cupped your breast in her hand. You were slowly grinding on Rhysand's cock, riding him just how he liked.

"You feel so fucking good, y/n," Rhys grunted, his fingers digging into your hips.

You had set a pace with him that felt amazing for both of you.

Desire burned inside of you as Feyre lowered her mouth to your breast, her tongue flicking at your hard nipple.

"Fey," you moaned as she shoved her hand between your legs, rubbing your clit with her nimble fingers.

You whimpered, resting your head on her shoulder as you kept grinding your hips against Rhysand's.

"Doing so good for us, flower," Feyre cooed to you, stroking your hair.

"Thank you, Fey," you slurred, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"Oh, such good manners," she praised, kisses peppering your face. "Perfect for us."

The words combined with her fingers on your clit and Rhysand's cock inside of you made you reach your high.

Time seemed to slow as you came on the cock that was pulsing inside of you, Feyre's praise cooing in your ear the whole time.

He grunted, spilling inside of you as he watched you fall apart on top of him.

"Thank you," you said breathlessly, closing your eyes as you laid your head back on Feyre's shoulder.

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[throneofsapphics]

suspended

Feysand x f!Reader 

Summary: Day 17, bondage with Feysand 

Warnings: smut, bondage, oral (m!receiving), fingering, light degradation, blindfold, light d/s dynamics, minors dni!

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Feyre hummed as she carefully spun the ropes around your body. She stopped every few passes to trace her hand over your cheek, to look in your eyes and check in with you, a soft and peaceful smile gracing her lips. You know how much she loves this - of course you do as well, but she always seemed calmer after one of these ‘sessions.’ 

You winced as the next one tugged especially tight. “Sorry love,” she murmured, placing a kiss on your shoulder. “It has to be tight this time.” 

Tight this time? For what? You didn’t question or push her for answers, knowing all well she wouldn’t reply. But … you did try Rhys, sending a questioning look to where he was sitting - in an armchair, legs stretched out in front of him and fingers interlocked behind his head. He shook his head slightly, but the look on his face told you he knew what was headed your way. Before you could stick your tongue out at him - or send him some kind of rude gesture, Feyre spoke again. 

“Hands behind your back now.” You listened, and she wound the rope around your wrists, loose enough a finger or two could slip between them, but not enough for them to slip over your hands. You felt a tug in the middle of your back, and instinctively pulled back against it. 

“None of that,” Feyre chided, tugging you right back in place. You glanced behind you, spotting the thick rope attached to your back just in time before Feyre pushed your head back forward again. 

A snap of Rhys’s fingers and a blindfold covered your eyes. You grumbled as Feyre thanked him for it. Footsteps sounded across the room, and Rhys’s arm circled around your back, the other on the back of your head, holding you nice and steady into his body. Feyre’s hands ran over your thighs, running up and down in light strokes.

She gripped one, carefully wrapping your entire upper thigh, one at a time before binding the two of them together. At least that’s what you thought she was doing, it was difficult to tell without you seeing it. You tried to figure out what the point was, what the end game was for her, but any questions you asked were quickly muffled by Rhys’s hand. You would’ve found it amusing had you not been so frustrated. 

“Patience is rewarded,” Feyre’s hand swatted your ass as you let out a muffled grumble. 

You lowered your mental walls, and felt Rhys’s presence. 

“Will you show me?” 

“No.” He answered firmly. “And stop whining.” 

“Or what?” You teased. 

His hand fisted itself in the back of your hair, tugging just enough you felt a slight hint of pain. 

“You won’t like the results.” You didn’t argue with him any further. 

You let out a yelp as something attached to the back of your legs, yanking you back. 

Slowly, your legs were lifted into the air, and you flailed as your body left the ground. 

“You’re alright, love,” Feyre whispered, running a hand down the bare skin on your back. Something supported your hips - magic maybe, you weren’t certain, only focused on the fact that you were now horizontal and if you could see - your eyes would see only the carpet beneath you. 

You focused on your breathing, on staying calm, and vaguely registered more rope winding itself around your upper arms, your elbows - and then your ankles. Your back arched as your legs were tugged forwards, tying them off to your wrists. 

“Pretty little slut,” Rhys croons, “all tied up for us.” Fingers twist and pinch your nipples, drawing a strangled moan from your lips. 

Two fingers drag up your folds, “she likes it,” Feyre murmurs, gathering all of the arousal pooling between your thighs. Gods you do like it, suspended here - embracing the discomfort, knowing you’re helpless and at their mercy. There’s a type of cathartic release in it, in letting go of control, in trusting both of them to take care of you - to fulfill all of the dirty desires you used to keep hidden. “Maybe I’ll paint this one day.” 

You hear light footsteps, circling around you and Feyre sends you an image - her fingers in Rhys’s mouth, his eyes glazed over with lust as he cleans them, releasing them with a pop, and a smirk on his face as he glances back to the side - back over at you. 

“Can I see?” You mumble, sticking your bottom lip out and pouting. Another swat directly to your ass, harsher this time and with a larger hand - Rhys. You rock forward with the blow, your entire body shifting as you ease back and forth. 

“Don’t be greedy,” Feyre chides, but her voice is light with amusement as she runs her hands over the ropes holding your body hostage, stopping only to drag her nails along the slivers of bare skin. “I think her mouth needs something else to do, don’t you Rhys?” 

“I think so, darling.” He purred, and you heard the sounds of clothing shifting, feel yourself lowered, and a small hiss came from Rhys - and felt him, his cock pressed against your lips, and Feyre’s hand gripped the back of your hair. You’ve learned the differences in their touches, how Feyre liked to dig her nails in the back of your head, while Rhys would pull your hair back instead to arch your neck. You open wide, and he slides in - as deep as he can as your sputter around him while Feyre’s pushed you further down. You did your best to suck your cheeks in, to swirl your tongue around just as he likes, but he didn’t move - staying perfectly in place to let you drool around him, and struggled to keep your breath. Feyre let out a low laugh, before pulling your head back - and pushing down again. She was merciless, forcing you to take him deeper and deeper with each pass, and ignored your muffled yells and gags around him. 

“Look at you,” She breathed, “choking on him, taking his cock like a good little whore, you want this - don’t you?” She’s right, you did want this, but you knew all you’d have to do is snap your fingers and everything would stop. Still, you doubt you’d ever do that - you never have, and they’ve never gone too far, pushing the limits but always giving you exactly what you could handle. 

A groan came from Rhys, and his cum hit the back of your throat. “Take it all baby, all of it.” Feyre said as you struggled to swallow. 

“Beautiful,” Rhys murmured, his thumb stroking your cheek as he pulled out. You leaned into his touch and let out a small noise of content. 

You yelped as you’re pulled up - again, the air shifting around your body to hit your core. Absolutely soaked, possibly dripping right onto the carpet beneath you. Feyre chuckled, and gave you no warning as two fingers slammed into you - sending your body rocking forward again, crooking up to hit that spot, a thumb also circled your clit and applied the perfect amount of pressure. You let out a litany of curses, moans, and oh gods, gods, gods, followed by their names and a scream the whole river house could hear as she quickly worked you over the edge. 

First, the bind tying your hands and ankles together was released, and two arms were supporting your stomach, keeping you from bearing all of the weight on your body. Slowly, Feyre lowered you to the ground as you slumped against Rhys. The was blindfold torn from your eyes. Not that you could open them anyway, not with the exhaustion quickly setting in. The ropes fell all at once, and Feyre asked questions you could barely answer, squeezing different places to make sure you still the sensations came back, and checking if anything was damaged. After she finished her interrogation, you’re swooped up and taken right to the bathroom, a hot bath already waiting for you. 

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Twice bitten

Why is my dream to be a housewife? I’m handy okay I have a wild amount of skills I swear I’d be an amazing housewife

Pairing: Buck x Eddie x reader

Word count: ….s’all in da notes app. But I did it okay 🥹🥹🥹 I wrote a longer one it’s a miracle

Notes: I didn’t realize how desperate I was for these two until I tried finding fics for them. Whoever writes them I love you, thank you. Ps, I don’t edit shit I’m sorry

⭐️Day 16: Double Penetration⭐️

It was normal on certain days of the week for Buck to rush home, the guys teased him for it but he just laughed it off claiming he was excited to just pass out after the long day they’d had.

It was normal for Eddie to crash at Bucks place on certain days.

Why no one noticed these days coincided with each other neither man was sure, but they sure as hell weren’t going to point it out.

Everyone knew you were Bucks longtime girlfriend, you’d met after the neighbors in your apartment burnt down their own home and half of yours. There was nowhere to go that night as you sat in the back of an ambulance, an oxygen mask over your face. Buck approached you first after the fire was out, he had been watching you for a little bit and you hadn’t moved in the last 45 minutes. He looked around, uneasy at first because he knew this was stupid. But you just looked so helpless… and your house had literally just burnt down.

“I uh- I promise I’m not a serial killer” Buck joked as he approached you, you looked at him- your eyes red-rimmed and puffy.

“Okay? Cool?” Your voice was a bit hoarse from the smoke, and Buck inwardly cursed himself. That was weird as hell

“I just- you- you don’t have anywhere to go and okay I know this is weird and my boss would kill me for this… but I have a bed! And oh my god that’s not what I mean I swear it’s just-“

“Are you asking me to stay at your place?” You look up at him and his heart breaks all over again for you.

“Yeah I am” he sighs quietly “I have an overnight shift tonight and won’t be home. So, I can take you there. I’ll just say I need to change or something, just. Consider it? Please?” He handed you a piece of paper with his number on it and the rest was history. Buck could remember the night Bobby had found out he’d done that for you, he was on dish duty for two months after that.

Four months after the fire, you still hadn’t found a place to live. It was weird at first, Buck gave up almost everything for your own comfort, often crashing on a coworkers couch. But one night he came home, and you’d made dinner for him as a surprise. The moment he walked through the door you knew something was off, he let his bag fall to the floor as he kicked off his shoes and went straight to his bed, crashing on it and putting a pillow over his head.

“Buck?” You asked softly, but he continued to ignore you. You sat at the edge of the bed and lifted the pillow a bit.

“Evan?” You whispered, and he reached out, pulling you down with him and nuzzling his face in your neck.

That was the night you and Buck had gotten together.

Two months after that, Eddie showed up at the apartment to drop something off and found you there, he knew Buck was seeing someone but he didn’t know it was you he was seeing. The conversation was light and awkward but very flirty and you found yourself comfortable around him immediately. He came around more often for “just hanging out” purposes but Buck knew there was an ulterior motive.

“Do you like my girlfriend?”

Buck cornered Eddie behind the fire truck one day as they were taking a breather, getting drinks from a corner store.

“I’m sorry, what??” Eddie wiped his mouth as he nearly spit his drink out, he coughed a couple times and looked up at him “Do I like who?!”

Buck crossed his arms over his chest “My girlfriend. Y/N? Do you like her?”

Eddie’s cheeks reddened as he tried to hide it behind the bottle. He shook his head as he took another sip. “ I mean- I- she’s cool yeah I like her she’s a nice girl!”

“You know that’s not what I’m asking you” Buck rolled his eyes.

Eddie sighed as he leaned against the truck, he looked down at his hands for a moment “Yeah” he said softly “Yeah I like her”

“So just tell her”

That night Eddie came over to Bucks house and asked you to be his girlfriend too. Buck had been suspicious for a little while before he started asking you questions and the truth came out. You did like Buck… but you just happened to also like Eddie. The immense guilt you’d been feeling went away very quickly when Buck laid back on his bed, his hands behind his head

“Yeah he’s kinda hot isn’t he”

you both laughed as you laid your head on his chest and just talked about Eddie, like two school girls with a secret crush. That was also the night Buck and Eddie decided it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing if they both found each other attractive.

This brought all three of you to today. Buck got home first, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you like he hadn’t seen you in months, he was stuck at work and then crashing at Eddie’s place for the last six days in a row.

“I missed you so much pretty girl” he breathed against your neck as he kissed it, inhaling your sweet perfume.

“I missed you too babe” you laughed as he pushed you against the counter and lifted you onto it.

“My gorgeous sweet toy” He whispers. His hands slide up your side and go to take off your shirt when the door starts to unlock. Eddie walks in, looking equally as exhausted. He slowly puts his keys into his pocket as he raises an eyebrow.

“Am I interrupting something?” He asks as he sets his bag down by Bucks, and leans against the closed door

“Not if you wanted to join us.” Bucks eyes sparkle as he smiles widely. Your mouth drops as Eddie shakes his head chuckling. He removes his jacket and sets it on the hook.

“You sure she’s ready for that?” He walks over and gently turns your head to him, giving you a dizzying kiss. Buck and Eddie had been toying with the idea of talking to you about sleeping with the both of them together. It had just been taking turns or one of them watching the other with you, never all three of you at once.

“Yeah I think she might be” He starts kissing your neck again, easing your shirt over your head.

“R-ready for what?” You ask as Eddie keeps kissing you. You feel Bucks hands slide between your thighs as he leaves kisses down your neck.

“We were wondering, if you’d be up for having us both.” Eddie asks as he pulls away for a minute, smirking at the dazed look in your eyes.

“You can definitely say no and if you say yes you can absolutely use your safe word.” Buck says as he pulls away as well.

“What do you mean by ‘having you both?’” You ask as Eddie picks you up and takes you over to Bucks bed. Buck pulls off shirt as he follows and as soon as Eddie sets you down he eases you onto your back, pulling off your bra and sucking your nipple into his mouth. His hand comes up and massages your other breast as he moans softly.

“We both want to be inside you, Y/N” Eddie says as he pulls off his shirt and starts kissing you, he picks you up and puts you on top of Buck, Buck goes to your other nipple, biting and sucking at it. You moan as you tangle your fingers in Bucks hair, pulling his face up to make out with him. You lightly grind against him and Eddie smirks as he watches your body. He pulls your shorts down and leans forward, giving your cotton panties a sweet kiss.

“What do you think Y/N?” Buck asks between kisses. You reach down and unbutton his pants and Eddie helps pull them off.

“We won’t be upset if you say no, you have full control baby.” Eddie reassures you as he starts to rubs your clit through your underwear. Your hips stutter as you grind against his hand and Bucks cock through his boxers.

“Y-yeah I want to try it.” You pant as Eddie pulls your panties to the side and easily slips his fingers in your soaked cunt.

“Fuck I’m into you” Buck laughs breathlessly as you agree to it. Eddie pulls off his pants and grabs your hips, pulling you a bit closer to him. He pulls his fingers out and you whine, angling your hips towards him.

“Shhhh mi vida it’s okay” He starts to grind his cock against your ass, pushing you against Buck. Buck groans loudly as he starts to grind back. Your gasps and moans come sharper from the pressure of both of them.

Eddie finally pulls off your panties, and your legs start shaking a bit. He chuckles and helps Buck pull off his boxers.

“You ready for this pretty girl?” Buck asks as he wraps his arms around you, kissing you softly. Eddie reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a small bottle of lube and puts some in his hand, stroking his cock and then rubbing it between your ass. This wasn’t the first time you’d done anal but it sure was the first time with the two of them. He reaches down and lifts your hips a little grabbing Bucks cock and coating it too.

“I-I’m ready” you’re a bit nervous, Eddie rubs your back lovingly.

“Remember you can stop us if you need to but we know you can take it.” Eddie lines Buck up first and he pushes into you easily, your eyes roll back in your head as you moan together, Buck can’t help the way he pumps into you immediately. Eddie chuckles and holds his hips

“You’re both so eager”

He teases your tight hole with his cock a bit and you gulp, you angle your hips a bit and bury your head in Bucks neck. He chuckles and reaches his hands down, spreading your cheeks open for Eddie.

Eddie taps your hole again and pushes in slowly. Your body jerks a bit as he fills you, he pours a bit more lube on his cock and pushes in more. You hold onto Bucks body tightly as they both fill you, your cunt squeezes tightly around Buck and he groans, fighting to keep his hips down for you. Eddie throws his head back as he moans loudly, his grip on your hips tighter and bruising.

“Fuck that’s good, fuck” he leans forward with his head on your back as he waits for you to adjust. Your body is trembling as you lay between the two of them, filled to the brim and trying to adjust to being completely filled.

“Oh my god” your voice is high pitched as Bucks hips snap and he finally loses it, thrusting into you and holding onto Eddie’s arms above you. Eddie groans as he starts thrusting too and you feel like you’re being torn apart in the best way possible. They take turns thrusting in and out of you as you cling to Buck, gasping and crying out their names.

“Ah ah fuck Y/N shit you’re so tight” Bucks mouth covers your moans as he kisses you, it’s messy with the way they’re both pumping in and out of you but it feels good. Eddie wraps his hand around your hair and tugs it back gently, pulling you up to him and starts kissing your neck, his hands slide up your sides and cup your tits as they bounce in his hands, he reaches down and starts rubbing your clit.

“Fuck you better cum pretty girl, make a mess in Bucks lap.”

You lay your head on his shoulder, whimpering and whining as Buck grabs your hips now slamming you down on them. You scream their names, babbling incoherently as you cum all over their cocks. Bucks mouth drops in awe as he watches you squirting all over them both. Your body jerks as Buck holds you down on their cocks, they both hold onto you tightly as they come together inside you. Bucks hips stutter as he pushes his cum deep inside you. Eddie pushes his cock in to the hilt and squeezes your tits, pushing every last drop inside you. He pulls out and lets you fall forward into Bucks chest, his cum drips down your pussy and over Bucks balls.

“Fucking hell man” Eddie laughs as he pants, he turns to Buck and grabs his face, kissing him softly. “You both did amazing. Especially you mi amour” he reaches for you and Buck pulls out, handing you over. Your body is shocked and exhausted as you cuddle between the two of them.

“Promise me we’ll do that again when I can feel my body again?” You ask sleepy and both Buck and Eddie chuckle as they kiss your cheeks.

“Yeah we promise we can do that again.”

[digirhys]

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Kinktober Day 19: Uniform

Oh sweet one I can share! Bc it's essentially not-quite-a-pinup :P

There's less-clothed versions👀 up on cohost, but enjoy this one at least✌🏻

Feels a little like cheating bc Mason has at no point been a mechanic lol :Y he's, I think, my oldest TF2 character though!! Guess the class, there are some visual hints (one of which I missed but the original lineart layer got eaten so sadly I cannot add it rifp it's p minor though)

[talesof-old]

your haunting | a.s.

pairing(s): azriel shadowsinger x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+, smut, a little dubious consent wise, slight somnophilia, rhys threatening reader, reader is a rhys hater, slight mentions of insanity/hallucinations, reader sort of stalking azriel, this makes it sound way worse than it is, hand jobs (f receiving), if you squint the reader seems a little unhinged, very lightly edited

word count: 3.5k

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2023 kinktober series

no matter how hard he tries, azriel sees your face everywhere. a ghost, a shadow, a secret he’s kept all to himself. madness is a tool you’ve learned to wield well, even if it is against your lover

prompt: consensual somnophilia, wingplay, blindfolds

Azriel had gone mad.

He scrubbed a hand over his face, wings dragging on the floor as waves of your scent washed over him.

Madness was the only explanation for what was happening, for how he felt.

When Rhysand told him you’d gone missing on a mission, presumed dead, he’d refused to believe it. The bond that connected you was still there, even if you’d built an impenetrable wall around it.

After months of searching, months of longing, he had yet to find a trace of you. There was nothing. Azriel had to admit it to himself, perhaps you were dead. Perhaps, the one soul that completed his so wholly, was gone.

He had yet to utter those words aloud.

Jasmine and incense wafted through the room. He breathed in deeply and ignored the shadows curling around his hands in a frenzy. They missed you, whispering to him in the dead of night to go out and find you.

They knew something he didn’t, and despite his attempts to coax it out of them, they refused to speak it.

In some desperate grab of comfort, Azriel found himself tugging on the intact golden thread. It was the only hope he had that you were still alive.

The bond pulled taut, offering nothing but cold silence from the wall you’d set up. It was far more unforgiving than Rhysand’s.

An ache bloomed across his temples and he let the thread go slack, slinking into his bathroom to peel off his leathers and clean the muck off of his body.

You peeked from around a curtain, eyes gleaming in the dim candlelight. Azriel’s wings dragged along the ground as he shut the door, and you grinned to yourself. The poor male had never found out what you did for a living. He knew you’d been employed by Rhysand, but not even the High Lord knew the extent of your expertise.

Years of training to walk in silence, to ignore the blood dripping from your hands. You were many things, whatever the individual who employed you needed you to be. You hardly worked with the same person once, but war made everything tricky. Which is how you ended up with Thesan’s grasp. Not that you would complain. He knew your violence was an asset to his Inner Court.

You crept out from behind the curtain, shadows curling around your ankles. At you request, they wouldn’t say a word to Azriel, content to interact with you on the condition that you allowed them to stay close when you did come around.

A breeze gently caressed your skin and you almost hummed. Cauldron, you missed the Night Court. The sound of running water filled your ears and you took advantage of it, rushing to Azriel’s office. High Lord Thesan was paying you a large sum of money to find out if High Lord Rhysand was going to attempt an invasion at the behest of Amren.

You stepped in, shadows wrapping around your wrists. They seemed happy to rest there as you shifted through papers, careful to leave them exactly as you found them. Paper after paper was carefully examined, but you were unable to find anything. You huffed.

As far as you were aware, Amren had been trying to get Rhysand to claim the title of High King for ages. Even Azriel had agreed with you that it was a bad idea.

Before that mission eight months ago, you’d come to the conclusion that Rhysand was a decent man, even if you didn’t always see eye to eye. All that changed when he’d caught of glimpse of your mind. Poking into a hole in the thick walls you’d created for your mind, disregarding any friendship you might have.

Anger coiled in your chest, heavy on your heart.

You slowly opened Azriel’s only drawer, taking great care to avoid making any noise. One of the shadows snaked up your arm.

Shuffling through the papers and journals, you worked through every piece until you reached the bottom.

Still nothing.

You gnawed on your inner cheek, peering down at the drawer. A small gap caught your attention. Barely noticeable, especially when covered by the many papers and books, but you knew Azriel far too well.

A kernel of guilt lodged itself into the pit of your stomach. Azriel was your mate. You were sneaking through his house, pillaging through his work, all for a job he had no idea about. You pushed away the thought. This was for the best.

His focus on finding you made it easier to catch him off guard, and find whatever information you were looking for.

The sound of a door opening had your head jerking towards the door. One of his shadows tugged on your wrist, a signal that he would be there soon. You nodded to it in a habitual response.

You grabbed the stack of papers and books, setting them on the floor and pulling on the false bottom. A click sounded and you froze, holding your breath. The false bottom gave way, revealing a small number of papers and a journal. Footsteps sounded down the hall and you were quick to move. Gently placing the false bottom back in place, and hauling all the papers into the drawer, you stood from your seated position.

Azriel passed by, barely glancing into his office. Your eyes widened and you shot a look toward the shadows. Just a few steps down the hall, Azriel stopped walking. You backed away from the desk, urging the shadows to give you cover while you hid.

He couldn’t know that you were actually here.

You slunk into the dark, back pressed against the wall and shadows covering your body to prevent him from seeing. If you kept an eye on him, he might give you some insight.

Azriel’s footstep grew closer, and you quirked a brow. Normally, he would winnow into the room, catch the perpetrator off guard and disarm them immediately.

He stepped into the room.

His silhouette blocked much of the light that could come into the room, Truth Teller in his hand. You inched around the walls of the room towards the door, for once thankful that Azriel refused to add decorations to this place.

He fully entered the room, scanning everything as though he’d find some trace of you. He bent over to open the drawer and you almost took your chance, eyes focused his every movement. It gave you something other than his body to look at, the only clothing he had on being a pair of loose trousers. You bit the inside of your cheek, the muscles on his back rippling as he leaned down. He traced a hand over the edge of the false bottom as though it would have disappeared. You thanked every deity you knew of for the ability to silently winnow.

You reappeared down the hallway, needing to draw him away from the room. You redistributed your weight on your feet, your footsteps now audible as you broke into a run.

You had to be here. Azriel didn’t want to accept anything else. He couldn’t.

If he did, he would have to admit he couldn’t escape your wretched smell. Or the visions he sometimes caught of you. But as he searched his office, he couldn’t help but wonder if you had died, and he was simply imagining that you were still breathing. There was no trace of you in the room.

Footsteps sounded down the hall, the floorboards creaking loudly. His head whipped towards the noise, keeping Truth Teller close as he closed his eyes and fell. Feyre might have described winnowing with him as falling through worlds, but the feeling was as natural to him as flying.

He landed down the hall, barely catching a glimpse of you as you turned down the corner. His head and heart pounded as he followed. Anticpation curled in his gut, followed by elation.

The footsteps stopped just in front of his room, his heart steadying. The chase was one of his favorite parts, and if you really were here, he’d catch you.

He gently pushed open the door. It swung open, creaking as it went. Nothing moved as he entered the room, not even a breeze dared enter through the open balcony. Hazel eyes scanned the room, shadows whispering that the intruder was gone.

You weren’t here.

Sudden exhaustion hit Azriel, and he slumped when the realization hit him. Rhys told him that you died. That you were gone. Maybe this was all in his head.

He shook his head, carefully placing Truth Teller under his pillow and slipping into bed. Only the Mother could free him from this sort of torment.

You watched Azriel go to sleep from the corner of his room.

Sleep dragged him unwillingly, his shoulders tense under slumped and twitching wings. Shadows curled over your shoulders and through your hair as something tugged at your heart, urging you to join him. Instead, you turned on your heel and headed down the hall, back towards his office. You needed to know what information he had, though you assumed the most important things would be left unwritten.

Or, maybe not. No one knew of this location. Not even Rhysand knew where Azriel spent his alone time.

You repeated your earlier actions until you were skimming the pages of information. Nothing of note.

Reaching for the book, you felt a pulse of power emitting from it. You blinked. Azriel must have had it enchanted somehow. Fuck.

One of his shadows that hadn’t left your side snaked over the book, that power calming. You smiled and flipped it open. The pages were thin and worn, Azriel’s telltale small, neat handwriting filling them. You took in all of it, from the Night Court’s unofficial allies and enemies, the suspicious characters across Prythian they were watching, and whatever else Rhysand wanted Azriel to keep an eye on. A familiar name caught your eye.

Yours.

You swallowed hard. If Azriel had suspected you were a traitor, surely you wouldn’t be alive. Something akin to giddiness clamped around your throat. Was he so blinded by your bond he thought you someone different entirely?

You took in the rest of the information, let it sink in as you shut the drawer and made your way back down the hall.

For a moment, you paused in the doorway. Leaving him was not as hard as it used to be, but you longed to touch him. Rhysand’s words echoed in your head.

You are not to return to the Night Court until I command it.

After everything you’d done for him, he still didn’t trust you.

In that moment, you made your choice. You took silent steps towards the bed, slowly lowering your weight onto the mattress. Azriel grumbled but went quiet again, breath coming steady and slow. Your fingertips just barely grazed his bare arms, goosebumps following your touch. He shifted, allowing you closer. You pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder, watching closely as the muscles tensed. Magic crackled in your fingertips as you turned his perception hazy, all so that tomorrow he would think of this as a dream.

You kissed the back of his neck next, your hands running down the center of his back. His wings fluttered. Grazing a thumb over the sensitive point where his wings met his skin, Azriel let out a cross between a moan and whine.

Heat pooled in between your thighs.

You kissed his temple, cozying up to his body, soaking up the heat coming off of him.

He mumbled your name.

You scratched your fingers over his short hair, reveling in the way he shivered. Azriel and you used to play a game on nights when either of you were too lost in your head. The calmer one would take control for the night, luring the other in and out of sleep.

Azriel was murmuring more now, shifting in his sleep. You grinned. He was coming to. In a few moments, you’d actually be able to talk to him. It had been months of shadowing him like a fucking stalker. It was embarrassing, how just seeing him instantly took a weight off your shoulders.

He turned to lay on his side, eyes fluttering open. You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his mouth, chuckling when he swiped a tongue across your lips and deepened the kiss.

You pulled away, scanning every faint freckle and faded scar on his face. Half-lidded eyes watched you in return, his tongue darting to lick his bottom lip.

“Is this a dream?”

The raw, raspy words hit you in the gut and sorrow tugged at your chest. You missed him.

Instead of responding, you surged forward, mouth pressed to the skin of his collarbone, teeth grazing flesh. He turned to lay flat, wings pinned awkwardly between his bed and body. His head fell backwards, exposing a bobbing throat.

Your lips latched onto the skin there, sucking as you went, careful not to leave lasting marks. Azriel’s hand trailed up your side, fingers practiced as he unlaced your leathers. You tugged off your top, exposing the cloth wrap around your breasts. Making quick work of the wrappings, you dropped them next to the bed and went back to marking up your mate.

“Sweetness-“ His limbs were still heavy with sleep, but his eyes were all too alert as you tugged off his pants, his chest already exposed. You trailed kisses from one side of his chest to the other, tongue hot as you settled onto his right nipple, swirling around the hardened skin.

The broken moan that echoed through the room prompted a grin from you. It had been months of imagining, months of yearning. To finally cave and touch him, the feeling threatened to consume your very being.

You caught sight of his shadows, grinning as you motioned towards his face. Seeming to understand, they snaked around his eyes, blocking his vision. He huffed, grasping at your hips.

Heady emotion rushed through you as you shifted focus to his left nipple, nibbling on the skin in the way Azriel liked. A slight buck of his hips to grind against you let you know he felt the same way. Taking away his sight always made him so much more sensitive. You shimmied out of your pants, dropping them onto your pile of clothes. You’d have to be quick when you got dressed.

The thought was sobering, but you pushed it aside. No sense in hurting yourself more than once. You latched back onto his skin, kissing down the hard planes of his abdomen, savoring every curve.

“You look so perfect, sweetheart.” Azriel nearly keened at your words as your palm trailed up his thigh, massaging the thick muscle. He tensed beneath you. You sucked on the skin over his hip bone, ignoring the way his cock strained in his pants. His legs trembled as you continued touching everywhere but where he wanted it.

Azriel was going to die if you didn’t touch him. Every time your lips made contact with his skin it set a part of him on fire, and he was burning from the inside out. You were here, in front of him. A tangible thing.

He would let you have your way, but his impatience won out. You let out a yelp as Azriel gripped your hips, pulling you up and then under him. The shadows scattered, instead coming to watch all around him. He buried his head into your neck, breathing your scent in deeply. It had become such a comfort to him, that mixture of jasmine and incense.

“You’re here. You’re mine.” His lips attached to the junction of your neck and collarbone, sucking and nibbling on the skin while you were rendered breathless beneath him.

He could never get tired of the feeling.

Your hands came around his body, feeling for that sensitive spot at the base of his wings. Your fingers sent electric shocks through him, and when you found it, he thought he might cum from it alone. He whined as you stroked along the tips of his wings, cock pulsing and rubbing against the seam of his pants. Azriel buried his face in your breasts, shaking with your every movement. He hadn’t had sex since you disappeared. Couldn’t, not without you.

Desire crackled in his blood as you continued your ministrations, moans bubbling up in his throat as though he was a teenager all over again.

“I missed you, Az.” The words would be his undoing.

He choked on the rush of emotions that overtook him, tears pricking at his eyes.

You’re alive, you’re alive, you’re alive.

The fact that you were here with him was too much. It wasn’t enough.

He moved down your body, pulling your panties with him until they gathered at your knees. The calculating, wild look in your eyes made his cock throb. He debated ripping your panties off of your body but decided against it, instead letting you pull your legs from the fabric and then tossing them somewhere into his room.

Calloused hands caressed your skin and you shivered, Azriel’s body hovering over you like some vision of a dark angel. His fingers trailed up you inner thighs, parting them until he made contact with the spot you needed him. You mewled as his fingers grazed your clit, jolting at the increased sensitivity. His face twisted into a look of reverence, and a part of your heart broke.

You surged forward, his finger still rubbing your clit, and smashed your lips against his. His shadows wrapped around your limbs, featherlight in touch. A fever was threatening to take you. You needed him, now. Every inch of you yearned for his touch, needed him closer.

Azriel let out a startled groan when you nipped at his lips, your tongue swiping into his mouth. He took the moment to slide a finger into you, leaving you gasping at the intrusion. A second finger was added and before long, that all too familiar knot tightened in your stomach. You pulled him closer. His wings arched above you and you reached behind him again, fingers finding the spot that had him cumming no matter what. The underside of his wing, right next to where wing met flesh. He swiped at your clit and your back arched, legs trembling. But you’d made up your mind, he was going to cum with you.

You played with that spot as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, a chorus of whimpering moans and gasps coming from both your lips. He bared his teeth as you massaged his skin, body shaking with restraint. Your orgasm was fast approaching as he added a third finger.

“Az, please,” you weren’t sure what you were even asking for.

He continued his pace, rubbing at your clit in rough figure eights. Your orgasm washed over you, and your nails scrapped over Azriel’s wings. He came with a roar, slumping into you as he let you ride out your own climax. Your legs shook under his, and you went limp as you slowly came to.

“I love you, Azriel.” He lifted his head, hazel eyes brimmed with tears.

You cooed, using your right arm to pull him down to your chest and rake your fingers through his sweaty hair. Your other arm came around him, massaging the tail of his spine as he dropped his weight onto you. He murmured the same words to you, broken and full of pain, and for a brief moment, you allowed the wall between you to come down. Grief came rushing in, followed by anger and fear, and before you knew it tears were streaming down your face. Rhys would lose his mind if he found out you were here. But watching Azriel grieve for a woman who hadn’t even died was too much to bare, even for you.

“I love you.” The words were a prayer against your skin as Azriel’s breath evened out. You sighed against him, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple before guiding him off of you. As you did, his eyes flashed open and his expression morphed into one of pure panic, hands grasping your sides and fingers digging into your skin.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Just need to clean up.” He nodded, watching you again with those half-lidded eyes. You left the room, padding into his bathroom and pushing away that distressed feeling in your chest. You grabbed a rag and dampened it in the sink, returning to Azriel half asleep on the bed. You’d stay until he was dreaming once again.

It didn’t take long to clean him up and switch out his clothes, dressing and then curling up beside him, knowing that it would be weeks before you’d see him again. As his breathing evened out and his body went limp, Azriel’s shadows curled around your shoulders and arms.

“I have to go again, my loves. Take care of him?” They gave your wrists a little squeeze before scattering, allowing you to leave in the dead of night. With each step you took, a brick was added to the wall between you and your mate, and you buried your breaking heart within it.

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⋆꙳✧༄ You're mine now

❖ Characters: Yuuji, Sukuna

❖ Reader: Female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.1k

❖ Summary: Yuuji wanted to try out something new but didn't expect Sukuna to take over - none of you expected him to approve

❖ WARNINGS: dom!reader, oral (reader giving), anal play, pegging, slight dub!con with Sukuna, choking and domming sukuna

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Yuuji didn't know how drunk he must have been to confess to you that he would like to get pegged by you one day but he's glad that his drunken self knew no shame and straight up told you - sober you. You knew he was completely wasted and didn't take it serious but the thought of hearing him whimper for you to move, to hear him beg for you to fuck him harder had you rubbing your thighs together and taking a mental note to bring it up at a point where his head is clear and definitely not during his hangover breakfast.

There was an awkward silence at the table when Sukuna spoke up through Yuuji, letting him know just what he told you the night before, followed by the pink haired man just staring at you with wide eyes to which you smiled. “He's not wrong… you did confess that to me. But if you really meant it, i’m more than willing to do it with you” you reassured him, turned on by the thoughts flooding your mind again. Poor Yuuji almost choked on his scrambled eggs when you were so bold about it and blushed in numerous shades of red “I'll think about it” he mumbled slightly embarrassed to which you only shrugged, not wanting to push the topic.

It's been weeks since the awkward breakfast when Yuuji was ready to try it out, even bringing a few toys along with a strap he got just for this occasion which took you by surprise but you never let him know, wanting to make him as comfortable as possible when you pressed your lips against his in a passionate yet hungry kiss. He didn't even think much about anything at all when he felt your lips on his, your soft hands cupping his cheeks with utmost care which always made him feel so safe, loving the way you treated him so gently. The moment Yuuji laid down on the bed, having you straddle him his brain was entirely off, feeling your clothed core rub against him always drove him insane from the anticipation but today he had to wait - getting treated a little different today when you started taking off his clothes painfully slow before shedding your own and kissing down his toned body. Your lips felt like clouds gracing his body with utmost care, kissing down his defined abs before sucking two little marks on his hip bones, his hard length twitching against your boobs. “Put your legs up, pretty boy. I’ll take my sweet time with you today” you mumbled against his skin and gently moved his legs up, his puckered hole on display for you which was slightly embarrassing to him, judging by the way his cheeks burned red.

“You're so handsome, Yuuji” you said softly and kissed one of his thighs before licking a long stripe along his cock, sucking on the tip once you reached it. One hand was stroking the rest of his length while the other played with his balls, the sweetest moans escaping his lips at the sensations. The hand that played with his balls slowly traveled lower, making the man beneath you gasp when a single finger started massaging the ring of muscles which only made you suck him off more eager to ease his nerves - you promised to take it slow after all. Only after he came for the first time tonight you lubed your finger up to push it into his puckered hole, enough to make him whimper and blush “you can put another in. I've done this before” he admitted shy but you didn't tease him about it, liking it when he lets you know what he likes or what he tried before. Carefully you slipped your second finger in at his request, gently fingering his tight hole open while caressing his thigh with your free hand, peppering kisses over it to ease his nerves when you replaced your fingers with a small toy, wanting to prepare him for the dildo on the strap. “I feel so full” he whined out, being vocal about his experience and how good you make him feel as his hips moved in sync with your hand. “Such an eager boy for me. Think you can handle the strap?” You asked with a wicked grin, leaving the smaller toy pushed inside as you adjusted the strap to your hips, the silicone cock resting heavy next to his and the sight alone made him whimper and nod. “I’m ready” he confirmed and lubed the toy up for you, palming his neglected cock with the leftover lube as you nudged the thick tip of the dildo against his puckered hole.

Yuuji tried his best to stay calm so he wouldn't clench up too much, making it easy for you to slip the toy past the ring of muscles and halfway in. His jaw went slack, hanging wide open at how much you're stretching him, never having felt this full before and you only smirked down at him as you reached for his hips. “I’m only halfway in, pretty boy. Can you handle more?” You asked slightly concerned but the way he moaned let you know he needed you to push the rest in, babbling nonsense while nodding. Half a dildo already broke the sweet boy and made him dumb. Gently you thrusted the last half in and stopped moving to let him adjust and only started with slow thrusts when his whining got so loud. The way he fisted his cock looked so desperate to you. Small tears pricking at the corners of his eyes when he looked up at you, begging you to fuck him harder - his wish was your command. Your grip on his hips tightened when you started to pound into his tight hole, making the poor man see stars when you repeatedly hit his prostate and just as he threatened to cum you saw the changes happening. Sukuna. Without thinking much you wrapped your hand around his throat and fucked him harder than before, loving that the king of curses is at your mercy now. He looked unhappy at the activities his vessel was involved in when he spoke up, struggling in your grip “you fucking brat- think you can just-” he couldn't end his sentence as his body started to crumble, the way you fucked him making him cum all over his abs as your smirk grew along with the grip on his neck. “You're mine now. Fucking brat” you hissed, your pace not once faltering to overstimulate him and even if Sukuna wanted to act up, he just couldn't. The pleasure was far too great to have it taken away, succumbing to your words and touch as the king of curses moaned loudly. You're right, he's your little bitch now but the thought of his vessel being sore from your rough treatment made this all even better.

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⋆꙳✧༄ Sharing is caring

❖ Characters: Geto, Gojo

❖ Reader: Female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.5k

❖ Summary: Geto wanted you all to himself but couldn't resist sharing you with his best friend

❖ WARNINGS: Sub!reader, unprotected sex, getting caught, oral (reader giving and receiving), creampie, cum eating, Gojo sucking off Geto

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You should have known better than to follow your boyfriend into the showers of Jujutsu high despite having showered together multiple times before - today was different since you both came back from different missions and the weeks spent apart were hard on the both of you, wanting to spend every second together right now. Geto knew you were following right behind him, turning the water as hot as you like it as his hungry eyes watched you undress for the hundredth time but he somehow never got bored of the sight in front of him. When you finally joined him under the stream of the steaming water his arms pulled you into a tight embrace, holding your body as close as he possibly could. “I missed you” his voice broke the rippling sound of water hitting the ground and you hugged him a little tighter, still looking for your voice as the lump in your throat grew “I was so worried for you” you eventually mumbled into his strong chest, teary eyes getting disguised by the water hitting your face but you could see the pain in his, the fear being mutual. His soft lips pressed against your forehead in a gentle manner, his way of confirming that you're actually with him, finally again after this time apart before his lips found their way to yours, bodies still tightly pressed together under the hot water.

The kiss grew hungry quite fast, skin rubbing against skin as your tongues fought for dominance until he pushed you against the cold tiles of the wall and slowly lifting you up by the thighs which instinctively wrapped around his waist just like hundred times before. You could feel his hard length rub against your folds, whining at the feeling of the thick vein that runs across the underside of his shaft nudging over your neglected clit. All these weeks you held back from touching yourself, knowing it will be worth it when you reunite with your lover again, overly sensitive to his touch now and he knew all too well, smirking at your mewls. “Can we skip foreplay?” You ask with a pout, not wanting to wait any longer to finally have him inside of you and he couldn't agree any faster, the bulbous tip of his dick already pushing into your tight entrance which made you claw onto his shoulders and leaving red streaks behind on accident. When Geto bottomed out he groaned, pinning you between his body and the wall while his hips remained entirely still, needing you to adjust so you're not clamping down on him like this. Staying quiet was hard when he started moving, gently rocking into your core but you didn't want to risk getting caught. Little do you know that your boyfriends white haired friend was already watching the both of you through the crack in the door, wanting to talk to Geto about the mission they were on but clearly his friend was rather busy.

When Geto set you onto the ground and turned you around before slipping back inside of you from the back your eyes met the icy blue ones of Gojo through the mirror, a gasp escaping your lips as you tried to tell Geto but all that left your lips was an unnecessary loud moan. “You know, Satoru… watching is rude” your lover pointed out between pants and your admirer opened the door a little further, revealing his face that wore a smug grin despite his cheeks being dusted pink, the erection painfully clear in his pants which made you bite your lip. This didn't go by unnoticed by Geto, thrusting into you extra hard before smirking down at you “what do you say, princess. Want him to join?” He asked you, knowing his friend harbored a crush on you for years now and you certainly didn't mind having him join. Gojo spent time with you two as the third wheel the entire time, oftentimes sleeping at your place and even sharing the bed with you so why not share this experience with him too?

“Yes” you eventually rasped out, your velvet walls fluttering around your lovers cock which made him chuckle, feeling just how excited you were to have a second man taking care of you. Gojo didn't need to hear this twice, stripping himself while walking over to the shower with long strides, giving you barely enough time to marvel at his physique until he stood in front of you, his pale cock right in your face and leaking precum already. “Go on, be a good girl. Show Satoru what you're best at” the man behind you reassured you and you gave him one last look over your shoulder to make sure that he's entirely okay with this, knowing how possessive he can be - but there's nothing he wouldn't share with Satoru Gojo, he'd even share his beloved.

You took a shaking breath when Geto’s thrusts slowed down, allowing you to focus on the task in front of you and when you looked up at the white haired man he smiled down at you, hand wrapped around his cock and tapping the tip against your lips expectedly. “You heard him. Now open up, pretty” he mused, pushing himself into your awaiting mouth. Your tongue swirled around his tip, tasting his precum before slowly bobbing your head up and down his shaft. It felt new and exciting, having another man's dick in your mouth while your lover pounds into you from behind. “That's my good girl” you heard him praise, each of his thrusts pushing you further onto his friends cock until your nose nestled in the small white bush at the base, gagging violently by the way his cock rested in your throat. You didn't want to compare them but Gojo’s cock sure was longer, although it couldn't match Suguru’s girth. Snapped out of your thoughts by the way Satoru started moving, moaning softly at how good your mouth felt wrapped around him. It made you feel helpless, getting fucked from both sides and all you could to was moan and claw onto Gojos thighs, holding onto them like a lifeline when you felt him twitch on your tongue already, hearing him groan and holding your head down as his hot cum spurts down your throat only to pull out with a pop of your lips soon after, far too sensitive but the loss made you whine. “Already?” Geto asked amused, teasing his friend but he knew just how good your mouth could feel, changing positions and inviting Satoru to help you get over the edge. “Just like this” Suguru mumbled, playing with your clit as he plowed into you, showing his friend how to please you but Satoru knew better, leaning down to latch onto your clit with his lips, sucking gently while his tongue flicked over it rapidly. This alone made your head spin but when your lover started playing with your nipples, his pace picking back up you couldn't help but tumble over the edge, the knot in your stomach finally snapping and your walls clenching around the cock inside of you. None of the men stopped with what they were doing, a low moan rumbling in Geto's chest as he came deep inside of you, spilling his seed deep inside of you as your walls milked him from everything he has to give while Satoru kept licking your puffy clit until his friend pulled out of you. Smirking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes his tongue traveled further down to catch the hot sperm slowly dripping out of you, Satoru’s tongue dipped into your core to clean you up before looking over to his friend, making sure to clean him up as well which caught you by surprise, seeing your lovers best friend latched onto his cock like that but you knew how Geto never got enough, cock still achingly hard and ready for more. Your legs were shaking slightly when you turned around to help the white haired man, gently massaging Sugurus balls and pulling Satoru back ever so slightly, taking turns on your lover's cock between making out with each other. The sight of this alone made Geto cum over the both of you, eagerly helping to clean the other up from the spilled cum when you noticed that Gojo was ready for another round as well. Slowly your hand moved to stroke him, your eyes looking up at the black haired man as if you're asking for permission which made him chuckle “think you can handle the both of us?” He asked curious, wanting to share his most precious princess with his best friend until none of you were able to stand any longer.

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⋆꙳✧༄ Daddy?

❖ Character: Draken

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.3k

❖ Summary: You're upset that Draken is late once again but he reminds you just how much Daddy cares for his little brat.

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, daddy kink, oral (reader receiving), mentions of spanking and breeding, overstimulation, fingering, dacryphilia

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Draken promised that he'd be home early that day after weeks of staying late at his bike shop and you wanted nothing more but to spend time in your lover's arms. The dinner he ordered earlier was long cold when you got dressed to leave the house, making your way over to the d&d shop. No reaction came from the black haired man when you entered the big glass door which caused you to pout as you approached him, no sign of Inupi around. “You're two hours late” you announced with a sad voice, standing only a few steps behind the man who sat on the ground next to a bike. He flinched upon hearing your sad voice, his gaze flickering to the clock on the wall “fuck I completely lost track of time… let me just-” he mumbled, packing up everything right away but nothing could have prepared for the heartbroken face he faced the moment he turned around. Draken moved with quick strides to close the small distance, strong arms wrapping around you and giving you a sense of much needed comfort - making you feel at home. “Did you forget about me?” You asked, almost a sniffle when you looked up at him with those big doe eyes. A long sigh escaped his lips at your question, pondering on the right words to use he eventually looked down to meet your beautiful eyes “of course not, baby. But I need you to be a little more patient okay? I need to lock up first” he answered softly before pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead but the pout on your face didn't leave. “You could have also finished on time” you mumbled as you left towards the staff room to plop down on the couch there, impatiently waiting for your fiancé to finish up on his tasks.

You should have known better than to speak your mind as you wandered off, Draken appearing in the door soon after you. “You need your daddy so bad you forgot your manners?” the words seethed out of him, making you sink further into the couch, already knowing what's going to happen next. “Answer me” he hissed, fast steps approaching you and all you could do was squeal out a little “yes” before he was on you already, hungry lips devouring yours in a passionate kiss and his tongue slithering into your mouth to easily dominate yours. Your hands greedily pulled on the overall he already shed halfway, his biceps looking even bigger in the tank top he wore under it. Without wasting more time he took a firm grip on your hands, one of his broad hands enough to hold both your wrists tightly “don't make me tie you up” he warned you with a stern look and you immediately stopped pulling on him and letting him undress you. He almost gasped when he saw that you were wearing his favorite lingerie beneath and his mind could only imagine how upset you waited at home for him, all dolled up and he wanted to take mercy on you, he really did. But the way you bickered on the way to the staff room couldn't go unpunished, simply parting your thighs further and pulling your cute lace panties to the side before biting down on your inner thigh once.

You didn't have time to gasp before you started mewling from his tongue gliding through your damp folds and swirling around your bundle of nerves. It was enough to make you think he wouldn't punish you today because you just missed him so much but you were quickly ripped out of your thoughts when you felt his fingers part your folds slightly to give him better access to your sensitive clit. Soft lips were wrapped around your little pearl before he gently sucked on it, tongue repeatedly spelling his own name onto your bundle of nerves until your hands reached for his braided hair, undoing the braids and pulling on it. “So close daddy… don't stop” you whimpered and could feel him smirk against you. Oh he knew how close you were and he didn't plan on stopping any time soon, wanting you to regret being so greedy and pouting when he didn't immediately drop everything for you. Overstimulating you was his form of punishment - the last thing he wanted to do was to lay a hand on you even though he did consider spanking you for running your mouth like that but making you beg for him to stop after desperately wanting his attention sounded more fun to him.

Your first orgasm washed over you with an intense feeling, toes curling and back arching when he slowed down to let you enjoy it as long as possible. Draken’s tongue eagerly lapped up the juices that escaped your core, the taste melting on his tongue and making him want you even more, dick twitching violently in its tight confines when you pulled more on his hair. The only thing to be heard were squeals and whines when he started flicking your clit again, more violent than before because he knew just how sensitive you were and just as you were about to pull him away another wave of pleasure washed over you, moaning chants of “daddy” as it became too much and you slowly understood that this was your punishment.

Two of his thick fingers entered you with ease, your arousal squelching with each knuckle that pushed past your entrance which made you hold your breath. “You needed daddy so much, hm?” Draken teased when he looked up at you, his smirk growing when he saw your eyes brimming with tears “just one more, you can give me one more, yes?” He asked and peppered kisses along your thighs, making you nod unsure but you wanted to make him happy. “That's my good girl” he praised and began eating you out relentlessly in sync with his fingers massaging your sweet spot. The sudden movements of his fingers made your head spin and the knot in your lower abdomen tightened once more, feeling the rough pads push into your g-spot over and over again and when he started gently suckling on your overstimulated clit it was over, the knot snapping. Your third orgasm hit you unexpectedly, a silent scream erupting from you as your legs tried to close around your lover's head, yet he didn't slow down. Wet tears ran over your cheeks as the orgasm dragged on to a point where it was almost painful but just then he slowed down, allowing you to relax and to calm down as you panted, pathetically wiping the tears from your eyes but they just wouldn't stop coming until he scooped you up into his arms, his large frame looming over you. “Shh it's okay, you did so great for me. My good girl” he cooed, one warm hand cupping your cheek so he could kiss you so lovingly.

The taste of your own arousal started melting on your tongue, taking your mind off the way his heavy cock pressed against your entrance, whining loudly when his vast shaft split you apart, panicked eyes looking for his “you can give daddy one more, hm?” He cooed and his hips thrusted into you so gently it felt like heaven so you nodded “everything for my daddy” you mumbled, losing your mind with each gentle thrust until you were nothing but a babbling mess wrapped around his cock. “That's my pretty baby. Taking me so well” he groaned, lips latching onto your neck as he picked up the pace, mindful to your reactions but the way your cunt fluttered around him let him knew that your fucked out brain wanted nothing more than to be filled up with daddy's hot cum.

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⋆꙳✧༄ Good boy

❖ Character: Vash

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.9k

❖ Summary: Vash is a needy puppy in heat who gets caught jerking off with your panties

❖ WARNINGS: dom!leaning reader, dog hybrid Vash, masturbation, cum eating, handjob, oral (giving and receiving), creampie, knotting

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Vash was always a good boy, making sure the house is well guarded as well as cleaned while you went to work, eagerly greeting you at the door the second you came back home. “You're back! Finally!” He said happy, immediately taking your bag and your jacket from you, trying to help you unwind the second you stepped inside your home. “Have you been a good boy today?” You ask amused, able to smell your favorite dinner in the oven already. Vash only nodded, waiting for his daily headpats from you and you giggled at the sight, head tilted downwards and his tail wagging so fast it became a blurred line. “My good boy” you praised and ruffled through his fluffy hair, making the little ears that adorned his head flop slightly.

It filled you with pride and joy seeing your little puppy so happy and comfortable around you, remembering the time when you just got him. He was in a terrible shape, not taken care of well by his previous owners and fresh wounds covered his body that was already littered with scars - and yet he was trusting and friendly, cautious of course but he still tried to see the positive things in everything. This trait is probably what made you keep him, the way he was so selfless and really wanted to take care of you without expecting anything in return from you but you gave him an endless amount of love these past few months he was with you.

By the time you finished your dinner you noticed something was off, Vash was whimpering slightly and his ears laid back to his head. “Hey… are you okay? What's wrong?” You asked concerned, feeling his forehead gently and frowning when he was burning up a little. “Let's get you to bed early, should I hold you?” You asked caring but he shook his head, moving away from your touch which you weren't used to. You just figured that he didn't like to be touched when sick or that he didn't want to risk getting you sick as well so you let him trail off to bed alone before joining him hours later. The entire night you kept your distance instead of cuddling up close for warmth and comfort like you two usually do and the way he even whimpered in his sleep made your heart ache.

Morning came fast despite the rough night both of you had and Vash found himself sticking to your side, legs wrapped around yours, arms clinging to your torso. “Please don't leave… stay home today… I need you” he whined but you only cupped his face, a pout appearing on his handsome face as he leaned into your touch. “I can't, baby… I have that important meeting in the morning but I promise I’ll come home right after” you promised, your heart threatening to burst at the crushed expression he wore now but he understood - you probably didn't know what was going on anyways, never having owned a Puppy hybrid before so he couldn't blame you and let you get up, wanting to take care of it himself.

He watched you leave like he did every morning, trying to behave normal and trying to act like he just felt a little sick over night and needs some extra cuddles that day which you gladly provided, even leaving work early just to take care of your beloved puppy. This wasn't exactly the case but he didn't have the heart to tell you that he was in a rut, needing to bury himself inside of you and filling you up repeatedly but he could take care of himself… or at least so he thought. His little ears didn't pick up the sound of your keys turning, neither did he hear your worried calls for him, his whimpers of your name accompanied by the slick sound of his own cum aiding as lube while stroking his achingly hard cock, overly sensitive from all the times he made himself cum already, a small puddle on the floor and some of it dripping off his torso. Even if his ears were occupied, he should have at least noticed your smell filling his senses but his nose was buried in a pair of your panties that he stole out of the laundry, the scent of your cunt so intense and addicting to him.

“Vash?” You asked in a soft voice, unsure if you were concerned or shocked by the scene playing out in front of you. Your little puppy perked his head up, the collar jingling with the sudden movement and his cum shooting all over the floor in front of him. He wished he could disappear in that moment, shying away from you but you were able to stop him before he entirely died from embarrassment. Your palm on his arm made him shudder, a burning sensation spreading through his entire body and the embarrassment was forgotten, big eyes looking up at you “help… please” he whimpered, dick twitching again already without ever letting him catch a break.

The mess he made of the floor and himself let you figure that he's been at this for hours, probably since you left in the morning and you felt so bad for him, giving him a warm smile and kneeling down to him. “Are you in a rut?” You asked bold, making him blush further as he nodded affirmatively. “I've read about that when I educated myself about owning a puppy hybrid… it's okay baby boy, you're my good boy, aren't you?” You asked with a soft voice, your hand traveling from his strong biceps towards his chest, smearing a few pearls of his cum over his pebbled nipples which made him shudder, goosebumps forming over his entire body. “But you've been such a naughty boy, stealing my underwear… do you think I should punish you for that?” You asked, a smirk growing on your lips when he pouted but he nodded, knowing he's not allowed to steal your panties. A little yelp escaped his pouting lips when you pinched his sensitive nipples before tugging his face close to the floor by the collar he wore - something he wanted to do, proud of being your good boy. “Clean up the mess you just made” you ordered, trying to sound stern when all you wanted was to help him feel better but he wanted to be punished first, letting him lap at the spurts of cum on the floor while you fondled his tight balls, so pretty on display with his ass in the air like that. Once he was done you gave a small slap to each of his butt cheeks and allowed him to sit up again “look at you, my good boy” you cooed as you reached for his aching length, making him cry out in pleasure from how sensitive he was after all these orgasms. “P-please… I need you” he begged, gently fucking your hand and you allowed him, pumping his shaft and wrapping your lips around the tip to reward him for good behavior. The cum he used as lube tasted bitter on your tongue but it didn't taste bad, craving to taste some more of him as your tongue teased the little slit on top of his tip and Vash didn't mean to but he pushed your head down on his length, no longer gently fucking your hands, now pumping himself into your warm mouth but you didn't protest.

You knew how much he needed this and he waited the entire day for you without a single complaint so you let him fuck your mouth with utmost care, his sweet moans and whimpers rising in pitch the closer he got. To say it was sloppy was an understatement, your saliva dribbling down his balls and your nose nestled into the small bush at the base. What finally sent him over the edge was your hands fondling his balls, smearing them with your spit and gently squeezing them just the way he liked it. Your name echoed off the walls in a lewd scream, his cum shooting down your throat before he pulled himself out of your mouth, kissing you hungry. Little thank you’s were whispered between kisses and tears threatening to spill from his eyes letting you know that this meant more to him than just getting off - it was personal - it was a need for you and your love.

The smell of your arousal filled his nostrils, not having noticed how you tugged your pants down just enough to reveal your glistening slit while he kissed you. “Can I? You mean it?” He asked excited yet flustered, finally able to make you his forever. All you could do was nod and get on all fours for him, your cunt dripping with arousal. Finding him desperately fucking his hand while sniffing your underwear turned you on more than you thought it would and the way he was so desperate for you only made it worse. His tail was wagging fast when he licked a long stripe all the way from your clit to your puckered hole before stuffing his eager tongue into your heat, dying to taste your juices. You moaned so helplessly, not expecting him to eat you out like a man starved but he didn't want to stop this, slender fingers rubbing and gently pinching your puffy clit while his tongue was lapping all over your folds or fucking your tight entrance until the knot in your stomach exploded, your arousal coating his tongue and resulting him to cum untouched while he whined and whimpered into your folds.

You almost had to pry him away after your third orgasm, dying to feel his dick inside of you and who was he to deny you that? With shaking hands he lined his bulbous tip up with your slick core and causing a loud moan to erupt from both of you - he fit so perfectly inside of you and hit all the right spots so that neither of you lasted long. Vash felt your walls clamp down and the moment you screamed his name in ecstasy it was over for him, panting hard and he really wanted to pull out but your cunt sucked him in so good that he just couldn't stop himself. “Fuck- fuck I'm so sorry” he whined loudly and for a second you didn't know what he's apologizing for until your eyes went wide, feeling the giant knot stretching you further than you've ever been stretched. His hot cum was spurting against your insides, your name falling from his lips in cries of pure pleasure and the knot keeping it all inside of your pussy. “I’m so sorry” he mumbled as he rested his forehead between your shoulder blades but you whimpered, the stretch borderline painful but the way you felt so connected to him now made it into something pleasurable. “Feels good… can we stay like this?” You asked breathless, not wanting this moment between the two of you to end and Vash only humped his hips against yours in a silent agreement and to let you feel that he was far from being done - cock still hard. His shallow thrusts right against your sweet spot made you moan again, only waiting until the knot swells off so he can fuck you properly again only to knot you to him again and again.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet @bitchcraftinc

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⋆꙳✧༄ First time

❖ Character: Obanai

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 2.9k

❖ Summary: You're the serpent hashira's first

❖ WARNINGS: no dynamics, virginity loss, experienced reader, handjob, mutual masturbation, oral (reader giving), cum eating, fingering, creampie, slight overstimulation

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Being with Obanai was an experience itself, every time you made it over one wall around his heart, you found yourself facing another one. It's not that you minded it, you would climb and tear down thousands of walls over and over again if it means having him in your life. The first time he dared to kiss you was the first time you stayed the night at his place, the room pitch black and any source of light long erased before he took his bandages off. He felt so stupid for behaving like this but he didn't want to risk losing you, he just couldn't. His cold hands were holding yours so you wouldn't cup his cheeks when his slightly chapped lips gently locked with yours. It felt as if a ghost was kissing you, a touch barely there. “Nai… I won't break” you whispered against his lips when you pulled away ever so slightly. The shuddered breath against your lips broke your heart, his nerves clear on display because he knew you could be able to feel the scars if he moved in any closer.

Little did he know when morning came and the smallest specks of sunlight illuminated his face you could see what he was hiding behind the bandages that were now shifted and you found yourself staring. Uneasy at the feeling of being watched he woke up, the blood in his veins freezing when he felt the morning air hit his bare skin and saw your eyes on his face. His first thought was to cuss you out, to shut you out of his life but these thoughts evaporated when your soft thumb gently caressed the long scar on his right cheek, your face coming closer to his. “You don't need to hide from me… you're beautiful, Obanai Iguro” you whispered and the next thing he knew were that your lips were back on his. How could you say such things? Didn't you see how disfigured his face was? But his racing mind had no choice against the love you showed him, tender lips locking with his, your hands cupping his cheeks and once you pulled away you looked at him as if he put the sun and all the stars in the sky just for you. His heart skipped a beat when he realized just how much you feel for him and that you accept him the way he is.

The relationship moved slow and steady and you never once pressured him into anything he's not fully comfortable with, always asking consent before holding his hand or kissing him and most importantly, you let him initiate new things so he wouldn't get uncomfortable. The first time his tongue danced across your lips it took you by surprise but you gladly let him enter, swirling your tongue around his as the kiss grew more intimate and his grip on you became more desperate. He wanted to be closer, bodies next to each other and touching wasn't enough. Every pore of his body was screaming for you, yearning for your love and gentle touch but he pulled away - not allowing himself to have you, not yet at least. Your body felt like it was on fire, yet you didn't stop him from retreating since you knew that giving his body to you entirely takes so much of him and he's simply not ready for it yet.

When he allowed you to touch him for the first time it was once again pitch black, the darkness giving him some security because you wouldn't be able to see him completely. Your hand slowly traveled down his lean body until you reached the hem of his pants, the bulge you grinded against while making out moments before so prominent beneath the fabric. Despite his well controlled breathing he struggled to do so this moment and you hesitated to reach into his pants - did you change your mind? Did you realize he's not good enough for you? His mind was racing once again and you leaned your head onto his shoulder

“Nai…Breathe” you reminded him, feeling that he was holding his breath for a while now and only when he exhaled shakingly, you caressed his abs again.

“We don't have to-” you began but he bucked his hips towards your hand. “I need you to” he whispered, fearing that any other volume would tear this moment apart and he hated to admit how his body was screaming for your touch.

You nodded silently and breathed in his scent before kissing his neck gently, your hand slowly disappearing into his pants and a little strangled “ngh” escaped his lips when he felt your hand stroke over his hard length for the first time. Unsure what he even imagined it to feel like, it exceeded his imagination, the feeling his own hand gave him couldn't be compared to yours. Smiling against his skin you smeared his pre cum over his tip before pumping his shaft with a little pressure at a slow pace. Obanai’s slender hands clutched onto the sheets at the feeling, jaw tensing up as he tried to hold any noises back but you could hear him pant hard - cock twitching after mere seconds of your touch and you retreated your hand.

“Nai… could you take them off?” You whispered into his ear, not wanting to stain his pants from making him release within their confides but he shook his head “it's enough” he mumbled back, not wanting to get you dirty with his cum, you deserved better.

You wanted to protest, to give him the sweet release he craved and also earned but you respected his boundaries and simply cuddled up to him, the wetness between your legs not important. Patience was the key and when he's ready to bring you pleasure he would let you know, until then you would just touch yourself silently in the bathroom so he won't notice and feel bad about it - he knew though but he never brought it up, unsure how or if he could pleasure you properly.

Giving him handjobs became more and more frequent and sometimes he finished it himself, not allowing you to please him to completion just yet. One day you had a small idea and gave him a little smile instead of letting your hand wander down his body like so many times before

“Can you touch yourself for me? This time without anything on?” You asked curious, wanting to see his reaction and he surprisingly nodded, slowly undressing you but he couldn't hold your gaze when he opened his pants so you reached for his hands, gently kissing them.

“Wait. Let me just-” you hummed and turned to stand behind him, back to back as you took your top off as well, skin touching skin now and you could feel the goosebumps erupt on his skin from feeling you this close.

“We can stay like this and just touch ourselves, yes?” You suggested, always making sure he was okay and the next thing you felt was how he lifted his hips ever so slightly to take his pants off, now sitting bare behind you which made you follow suit.

Obanai was the first to initiate it, his slender hand wrapping around his pale cock and slowly stroking it up and down just like you always did for him. The previous make out session left you drenched, almost grinding yourself to completion on his bulge but you didn't want to tease yourself further, eager fingers dipping to your core to gather some slick before rubbing your fingers over your clit. The sweetest noises escaped your mouth when you could feel your lover leaning against you for support, the slick noises of your fingers curling inside your velvet walls almost driving him insane with lust until the knot in his abdomen snapped, releasing over his hand with a strangled moan, letting you follow suit as you came around your own fingers, your other hand rubbing your clit in fast circles as you moaned his name. Hearing his name moaned like this let the blood freeze within his veins, but it would be his new favorite noise of yours, letting him hear just how desperate you are for him as well.

“Can I turn around?” You asked softly, voice barely above a whisper as he gave you a noise of approval in return, feeling your arms wrap around his upper body only a second later and you slowly reached for his right hand, kissing his shoulder.

“You're so beautiful Obanai… so perfect” you hummed into his ear as you brought the cum covered hand closer but he locked up, not letting it close to you.

“Let me taste you… I promise it won't harm me” you reassured him and he gave in, not wanting to deny you anything but his head fell back against your shoulder when you took two of his fingers into your mouth, your tongue working over them as if it would be his cock. Once they were all clean you pulled away with a lewd “pop”, hiding your face in his neck right after when you saw the blush on his cheeks, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Maybe next time he would allow you to fulfill that fantasy of his.

These little moments went on until he was comfortable enough to face you while you gave him a handjob, eventually allowing you to wrap your soft lips around him and he swore that if a heaven existed, he made it there in these moments. His hips were bucking aimlessly as you bobbed your head up and down his length at a fast pace, one of his hands clutched over his mouth to keep the noises at bay while the other held onto the sheets for dear life. The twitching of his cock let you know that he was close and every time you could feel the anxiety rise up so you looked up into his eyes as you soothingly ran your hands over his thighs, nose nudged against his pubic bone and it did the trick for him. Seeing you so cockdrunk from giving him pleasure let the butterflies in his stomach go wild and he released down your throat as the softest groans escaped his lips. He didn't mean to buck his hips further in your face but it felt so good when you swallowed around him, he just couldn't get enough when his mind started to wonder how tight and warm your cunt would feel around him. A twitch of his cock made you pull away, your saliva slowly running down from his tip to the base.

“Do you want me to go on?” You asked slightly surprised since he wasn't so eager for more after he came, far too sensitive and growing reserved again which you respected. He nodded in response, trembling hands pulling you onto his lap by your hips, staying there to hold you tight and you got what he wanted, smiling down at him.

“You sure about that?” You asked just to confirm your suspicions and earned another nod, followed by a soft but firm “yes”

Gently you took one of his hands and guided it towards your mound and let go again. Obanai stared up at your eyes, looking a little lost and unsure how to proceed and if it would be any other time it would have made you giggle but you didn't want to ruin his newfound confidence in physical intimacy.

“You saw how I touched myself… Can you do it for me? It will make it more pleasurable to take you after” you explained, parting your legs a little further to make it easier for him to reach your dripping wet cunt.

He gulped but nodded, the image of how you rubbed your clit before two of your beautiful fingers dipped into your core was burned into his mind and he recreated your movements as if it's second nature. The way he massaged your clit in circular motions made you gasp, grinding your hips against his hand to get more friction but he got the hint, giving you exactly what you needed. Obanai might be inexperienced but he observed your reactions to everything, taking mental notes on what made you moan louder as he slowly pushed two slender fingers into your heat, moaning in sync with you.

Your velvet walls were so tight around his fingers already, making him wonder how he would fit inside of you. A spongy spot within your core took his attention when the pads of his fingers pushed against it, letting your moans raise in pitch and taking him off guard out of fear he hurt you but the way you clenched around his fingers let him know otherwise.

“God you're so good at this… I'm so close” you mumbled mindlessly between moans and it fueled Obanai's need to get you to come undone from just his fingers as he repeatedly curled his fingers against your sweet spot. The moment he brought his thumb down to play with your clit it was over for you, your walls spasming around his skilled fingers and his name falling off your lips like a prayer. He almost came untouched by the angelic sounds you made, making him love his name as he watched your orgasm take over your body only to slide his fingers out of your tight cunt when you’d calmed down. With a curious expression he brought his hand closer to his face, your slick almost dripping from his fingers as he pushed them past his own lips to taste you, just like you tasted his seed. His pupils blew wide and he groaned when your arousal melted against his tongue like silk, never having tasted anything so divine and he knew that he wanted more, growing hungry for your sweet release but you snapped him out of these thoughts, seemingly reading his mind.

“Another time, Nai… do you want to-?” You asked quietly, hoping he didn't change his mind because you needed to feel him inside of you. Once more he nodded, confirming that he wanted more as you positioned yourself above his achingly hard cock before holding his shaft to line him up. He took a deep breath when his tip touched your folds for the first time and despite wanting to hold back on his noises, a desperate “ngh” escaped his scarred mouth when you lowered yourself onto his dick. You placed his hands on your hips so he could take control, unsure how slow you needed to be but he pushed you down in just one thrust, fearing he would die if he couldn't be inside of you entirely. The harshness of this thrust knocked the air out of your lungs and you fell forward into his arms.

“Hmm just like that” you encouraged him when he began to thrust erratically, the slight curve of his cock letting him hit just the right spots inside of you and the strength his thrusts held pushed you to the edge once again.

Obanai had to flip you over, needing to rut into you as if it's the last thing he would do. Desperate for your moans, struck by the love you held for him, he came unexpectedly, the tight heat of your velvet walls far too much for his virgin cock to handle. His eyes were screwed shut as breathless moans fell from his mouth, making him look ethereal above you, the dim light illuminating him just right.

It didn't matter to you that he came early, not having expected for him to last long during his first time but it clearly bothered Obanai who brought his hand between your bodies that were glistening with sweat so he could rub your clit once more. “I need to feel you around me” he mumbled into the crook of your neck, overstimulating himself by staying inside of your pussy but it was all worth it when the knot in your abdomen snapped a second time, your back arching so beautifully against him as your cunt fluttered around him, milking him of everything he had to give. Your orgasm was enough to trigger another one of his, only able to pant and whimper into your neck as he fell apart, eventually just resting his weight on top of you.

Gently your arms slithered around his slim frame, enjoying having him this close for once before it got too much for him, having to excuse himself from your embrace, still having to get used to being held for an extended period of time but you didn't mind, simply kissing his shoulder before getting up, his seed slowly running down your thighs in the process and the view sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of having released inside of you. He didn't mean to taint you with his cum but he knew that you would have wanted it that way so he gave it to you.

“Are you coming? I let you a bath in” you called out from the bathroom, hoping you could soak your sore body in the hot water with your lover together. He sure was inexperienced but his will to be enough for you sure made up for it.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet

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⋆꙳✧༄ Crawl for me

❖ Character: Toji

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.6k

❖ Summary: All he needs from you is to be quiet while he uses you to his hearts content - his favorite cum dump.

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, reader wearing a collar, oral (reader giving), face/throat fucking, clit and face slapping, cum eating, thigh riding, humiliation, degradation, no prep sex, breeding/creampie, choking.

❖ A/n: I'm going to hell for this but that man should break my back like a glowstick.

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The deal with Toji was simple - he takes his pent up stress and anger out on you and you get the filthiest sex of your life, allowing you to break free from your good girl image you had to uphold in your 9-5 life. Moments with him were a sweet escape from your boring life and allowing you to let go, to give yourself over to him entirely. A small smile formed on your lips when he texted you during a meeting, making it hard to focus for the last few hours, your thighs already rubbing together in anticipation as the words of your boss became background noise, thinking about how he will humiliate you today. The second your meeting was over you clocked out and made your way to the address he sent you, yet another fancy hotel, another big bed you'll wake up alone in, enough cash on the nightstand to pay for breakfast and maybe to treat yourself, that would depend on how well you behave.

Toji gave you a lopsided smirk when you finally came into the door. “Took you long enough, princess” he cooed and his eyes drifted to the little bag that sat on the desk in the corner, catching your attention now as well. “Take a shower and change into it” he ordered, legs sprawled out on the bed as his back rested against the headboard. All you could do is grin and nod, knowing exactly that he bought you yet another set of lingerie that might not make it out alive from this encounter. Grabbing the bag you disappeared into the luxurious bathroom to take a hot shower in the rain shower, LED lights illuminating the dark tiled room in a beautiful purple as you lathered your body up with the lavender soap Toji bought for you. When you finally stepped out of the shower you took care of your skin and got dressed in the black lace lingerie he got you, the fabric barely covering your skin. The leather collar with a small chain caught your eye when it fell out of the bag, heat creeping up your neck when you gently put it on, a chain in the front enabling him to choke you later on and the thought of this alone made your head spin as you stepped out of the bathroom.

Your sweet scent filled the room and Toji already sat at the end of the bed, hungry eyes watching every move. “Crawl to me” he ordered with a dirty grin, loving to see you so submissive when you got onto all fours, crawling towards him as ordered. When you arrived at the bed he carefully reached for the chain at the collar, tugging it so you'd kneel “Remember to use the safeword if it's too much” he reminded you, voice laced with something that could resemble care and the moment you nodded you felt his broad hand connect to your cheek in a harsh slap “use your words, bitch” he hissed which made you smile “yes, Toji” you spoke up confident which earned you a satisfied smile and he released the grip on your collar to free his already aching cock. He’s been desperate for you since he got up, stroking himself through the fabric of his trousers as he waited for you to emerge from the bathroom and the sight of his thick cock, hanging low from the sheer weight it held almost made you drool. “That's right… you know what to do” he hummed and tapped the leaking tip against your soft lips, his hand wrapped loosely around the base.

He didn't need to tell you twice, eagerly parting your lips to let your tongue collect some of his leaking essence before wrapping your sweet lips around his tip, slowly lowering yourself until he hit the back of your throat to which he only gave you a warning glare, expecting you to take his entire length… and you tried, you really did but the last inch or two just wouldn't fit, making him pull you off by your hair, his glare now dangerously dark as he manhandles you onto the bed, your pretty head hanging off the bed. “Open up or do I need to make you?” He growled, ready to force his thick length into your mouth if needed but you willingly opened your mouth already “that's my good slut” he praised and pushed himself into your awaiting mouth with one harsh thrust, heavy balls slapping your face. A loud groan escaped his lips when he saw the outlines of his dick inside of your throat, gently thrusting his hips against your face before picking up the pace and making you gag repeatedly, leaving him chuckling as he enjoyed your discomfort.

One of his broad hands found their way to your dripping wet cunt, the crotchless panties giving him easy access but he didn't give you your release just yet, fucking your throat without mercy as he delivered one sharp hit against your puffy clit, making you squeal around him. “That's it, slut” he groaned, your throat contracting so beautifully around his shaft when you squeal, causing him to give your poor cunt a few more slaps until he came deep inside of your throat, strong arms keeping you in place as he rode his high out, making sure to pull out only once you swallowed everything he so graciously gave to you.

Your face was stained in saliva when he helped you sit up, his lips coming down to the crown of your head for a small kiss, a way to praise you for being so obedient before he sat back down onto the corner of the mattress, patting his thigh gently. “Sit” he ordered you around like a dog and you gladly took a seat, straddling his bare thigh, his pants pooling around his ankles by now. “You were such a good girl to me… now reward yourself. Go on, sweetheart” he mused, watching you struggle to grind your aching folds against his toned thigh, your clit highly sensitive from the slaps. Tojis strong hands helped you move at first before you found your rhythm, helplessly mewling into his neck as your arousal spread over his leg, making it easier for you to hump against it. He enjoyed how you got yourself off so eagerly, chuckling in amusement “look at you… humping me like a little bitch in heat and causing such a mess” he said cold, making you whimper but he was right - you were so desperate for relieve right now you'd to just about anything for him now if it means you'd get your sweet release. The movement of your hips got erratic, your moans now growing in pitch as you panted, amusing him further only to be pushed off right before the knot inside of you snapped. Your face was pushed against his wet thigh, rubbing you over the wet patch of his skin “clean your mess up, bitch” he growled and you hesitated for a moment, your entire body shaking from yet another denied orgasm but your tongue still darted out to taste yourself, licking his thigh clean from the remnants of your arousal before you got pulled around by your collar. “You're so pathetic” he slapped your face once more, the same hand forcing itself between your thighs to make sure you're still wet, his smirk growing when you whimpered from that alone, your folds dripping with your juices. “If you wanna act like a bitch in heat, I should breed you like one, don't you think?” He asked you amused, your brain not even thinking straight anymore when all you wanted was his fat cock buried deep inside of you.

Toji pushed you over the corner of the bed and pushed himself into your neglected cunt without warning or preparation, a silent scream leaving you as the stretch he provided you tossed you head first into an orgasm, crying out his name in ecstasy. “That's my good little slut. Gonna breed you nice and full now” He groaned, hips slamming against you harder with each thrust. Your body jolted each time, only the weight of his body keeping you in place as you helplessly wailed and screamed at the intensity in which the tip of his cock rammed against your cervix and letting you see stars, the knot inside of you tightening once more. Toji pulled on the back of the collar, choking you when he reached his high, his hot cum painting your walls white which pushed you over the edge another time, breathlessly screaming his name like a lewd prayer only for him to pull out the moment he filled you up. A satisfied smirk on his scarred lips as he watched his cum run out of your abused little hole in thick globs, pulling out his phone to take a quick picture. “You're so fucking pathetic” he chuckled, smearing his release over your folds, eliciting whines of overstimulation from you while he pulled his pants up with his free hand, ready to leave you there in the puddle of your combined juices - he was never a man for aftercare after all. All he came for was to use you and you enjoyed every second of it. A lopsided smile on your face when you heard the door shut behind him.

Networks: @enchantedforest-network @themovingcastlez @planetonet @bitchcraftinc

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⋆꙳✧༄ Thighs

❖ Character: Isagi

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.4k

❖ Summary: Isagi got jealous over his team mates looking at you like a piece of meat and you punish him for it by denying him what he wants.

❖ WARNINGS: dom!reader, oral (reader receiving), thigh fucking, overstimulation

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You should have known better than to show up at your boyfriend's practice dressed in this cute mini skirt you recently bought. Isagi’s mind was anywhere but at football, incapable of concentrating on the ball or even walking in a straight line but what angered him the most was how his teammates spent their drinking breaks surrounding you and flirting with you. What pushed him over the edge was the way one of them rested their hands on your thigh and you didn't bother taking it off - not thinking anything of it since they know you're Isagi’s girl. He almost started a fight right then and there when he pulled the guy off of you and dragged you away from the area by your upper arm, his grip much stronger than intended. “You're hurting me… let go” you pleaded before freeing yourself out of your lover's iron grip who seemed to only now wake up. “Sorry… I just couldn't stand how they were looking at you. Like you're some piece of meat” he grumbled, cheeks slightly flushed when his gaze drifted to your exposed thighs and you couldn't help but huff out annoyed. “I put this outfit on for you, not for them” you pointed out which made him roll his dark blue eyes “But they looked at you. I hate that” he protested which only pissed you off further. “Yoichi. People have eyes… should i cover myself head to toe o what do you want?” you didn't mean to raise your voice but you were frustrated by him. “no it's just… I don't want them to think of you when they…” He didn't need to finish his sentence for you to understand, feeling the heat creep up your neck and admit defeat. The walk home was filled by awkward silence, none of you knowing exactly if or how to apologize but you eventually came up with an idea. “You're thinking of me like this when you- you know?” You asked teasing, a little smirk forming on your lips when you walked in front of him, walking backwards so you could see his reaction clearly.

Isagi almost choked at the sudden question and let go of a nervous laugh. “Of course i do… you're my girlfriend” He said flustered but as if its the most normal thing in the world and it made you giggle. “What are you thinking of then? My pretty legs around your waist? on your shoulders? your head between them?” you continued to tease him just to get his mind off the little jealousy trip “all of that actually” he confirmed with a boyish grin, feeling caught but he knew that you'd be more than willing to help him with those fantasies. “Oh so it's really my thighs that you find attractive?” another question came at him but he ignored it, looking to the side as his cheeks burned up. The answer is yes. he dreamed about your pflush legs wrapped around his cock, little thrusts helping him get over the edge and you smirked at him with a knowing look, knowing exactly what he's thinking of since he avoided the question.

After his reaction you decided not to tease him any further, deciding to change the topic until you were home where he rushed into the shower, hoping you didn't notice just how worked up your little conversation got him - a knock on the door startling him. “Mind if i join?” you asked through the closed door, giving him privacy in case he didn't want your company but the door was opened within a split second, pulling you inside by your wrist before he pushed you against the tiled wall. The smallest gasp left your lungs at the impact against the dark tiles which gave Isagi the perfect chance to kiss you, his tongue finding home in your mouth as it caressed yours eagerly. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to deepen the kiss when your skirt rode up as you lifted one leg against his waist. “Take it off. let me see you” Isagi hummed while his hands slipped beneath the small piece of fabric to grab a hand full of your ass to hear you yelp.

It didn't take long for both of your clothes to get scattered along the bathroom floor before his hips eagerly grinded against yours, hardened length rubbing against your core and thighs, smearing his pre cum all over your beautiful legs. Gently he lifted you into the shower where he started the hot water, your lips still connected in a heated kiss before you turned around to grind your plush ass against his cock. Isagi wanted to release right then and there but you simply got out of the shower with a wink, not letting him have you the way he wanted, deciding to let him suffer a little for being so extremely jealous earlier. The poor man took his shower in a record time before pinning you against the bed, his skin still covered it's droplets of water which made you chuckle. “Be my good boy and help me out, would you?” you mused, your cunt dripping from the way your fingers played with your clit while he was still busy showering but he didn't need to hear it twice before sinking down, his head nestled between your thighs when he looked up at you, eyes all glossy when his tongue made contact with your arousal. For a moment his eyes fluttered shut, his tongue working its way through your folds to taste more of you before settling to flick your clit, alternating with little sucks. Isagi’s hips were rutting into the bed relentlessly as he ate you out like a man starved but you took a fist full of his hair to pull him off, his lower face glistening with your juices “don't move your hips… or do you want me to punish you?” You asked with a little wink and he almost whined, shaking his head before you let him continue his magic between your legs, throwing you over the edge in record time. His tongue kept lapping at your wetness as you came down from your high and you pulled him away again, making him whine once more. “I think you deserve a little reward” you hummed, pushing him around until he laid on his back, his cock twitching with anticipation when you straddled him.

A loud groan escaped him when you closed your legs around his cock, letting it slip between your thighs and cunt as you moved your hips, letting him fuck your plush thighs. It felt like heaven to him, your soft flesh along with your pretty cunt working on him made him weak, little moans and whines escaping your usually so dominant lover which took both of you by surprise - a pleasant one. His cock twitched wildly after just a few short minutes, big hands desperately trying to keep your hips anchored down so his own slice of heaven wouldn't end already but it was too no avail, you were bouncing up and down eagerly, moaning along with him and chasing your own orgasm with the way he nudged so perfectly against your puffy clit with each thrust. “Don't you dare finish already” you warned him, not wanting this to end either but he couldn't hold it back any longer, his hot seed spurting out over your thighs as a moan of your name echoed off the walls. Despite how close you were, you waited a moment to let him calm down from his orgasm before you started bouncing again, making his eyes go wide with a little panic “s-sensitive… fuck” he whined, not used to getting touched after he came but you didn't care, wanting to overstimulate him as a punishment for dragging you around earlier. “You can take it, good boy, can't you? One more” you moaned and watched him nod eagerly “y-yes I ca-can” he whimpered, thrusting his hips in time with yours, his legs shaking at the overstimulation but the way his cum aided as lube felt far too good to stop this now, needing to feel your cunt flutter around nothing before he could stop but you had other plans… wanting to find out just how much your beloved man can take before he breaks and begs for mercy.

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⋆꙳✧༄ Be quiet

❖ Character: Nanami

❖ Reader: female | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.0k

❖ Summary: You like to test Nanami's patience but didn't think you can take it that far.

❖ WARNINGS: Sub!reader, teasing, masturbation, clit slapping, fingering, gagging, bondage

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Making Nanami lose his patience with you lately became your favorite game, trying to see just how far you can take it with him until he finally snaps, often times getting bent over the nearest surface and getting fucked senseless. Just today he seemed to have the patience of an angel when Gojo came over for something work related which usually meant he would snap quickly - just not today and you weren't why but it meant you can be extra naughty. When you brought them both some chilled lemonade, wearing a slutty little skirt you bent down to place the drinks on the table, letting Gojo get a nice view of your cleavage while Nanami came face to face with your pretty pussy… wait what?

You giggled as you walked out of the room again, feeling Gojos eyes on you while Nanamis jaw threatened to break from the sheer pressure he had while clenching his teeth together, trying his best not to put you in your place for dressing like this around his friends but that had to wait until later, reminding himself that you can't always get what you want, that its his own fault that you behave like a spoiled brat now. You were so sure that you had him in the palm of your hand like a trained dog but the opposite was the case. Nanami knew exactly which buttons to press to make you go dumb so he can take his frustrations out on you.

The next time you came into the living room where the men still sat you gently sat on your husbands lap, keeping your legs slightly open - far enough to distract the white haired men in front of you but not enough to let him see anything and you could feel Nanamis grip on your hips tighten. Couldn't you just sit still and behave for once? He was at loss of words with your behavior, silently begging you to wait just one more hour, he would give you everything you wanted if you were patient for just a little longer but you just couldn't, disappearing to the bedroom.

He almost lost it when he heard can't whimpers of his name coming from the room you were in as he walked to the kitchen, getting himself and Gojo a refill on drinks. “Can you wait a moment? She's feeling unwell and needs me to hold her hair” He excused himself from the living room, not caring if Gojo could see right through the lie. The moment he entered your shared bedroom and saw how you desperately fucked yourself with three of your little fingers, trying to imitate the stretch he gave you he completely lost it, grabbing you by your ankle and pulling you to the edge of the bed where he held both of your hands in just one of his. A slap to your clit made you yelp “Is this what you needed? Behaving like a little slut in front of Gojo? Wanted me to take you on the table right in front of him, hm?” He hissed, voice barely above a whisper and you shook your head no only to get another slap to your weeping cunt. “Don't act up now” he warned you, shoving two of his fingers into your tight entrance, a small scowl on his face when you started to moan “You need to be quiet - Can you do that for me? Behave for once?” He asked stern but it made you giggle, moaning extra loud the next time he curled his fingers against your sweet spot. You knew that he was just with you in that moment to take care of you quickly before returning to business, most likely rock hard but business came before pleasure, always.

“I said be quiet, love. Please… Or do i need to gag you? He asked sincere, fingers stilling inside of you but no matter how hard you tried to be good for him, you were far too gone to be silent now so you shook your head, making him sigh and pull out of you.

You didn't get time to whine or protest, his fingers working quickly to untie his tie before walking over to your head “Now be a darling and open up” He hummed, pushing the long piece of fabric into your mouth entirely before kissing your forehead “So needy for me, hm? Just one. I promise i'll take proper care of you later” He said loving, the contrast of moments before making your head spin. Thick fingers returned into your tight heat, massaging your velvet walls as his thumb grazed over your little clit, your slick aiding he movements. Nanami knew exactly how to get you to fall apart in mere minutes, the tips of his fingers pressing into your sweet spot while working on your clit - moans now muffled by the tie stuffed in your mouth, letting your eyes cross in pleasure as you finally tumbled over the edge thanks to his generous attention.

When you finally calmed down he pressed a kiss to the mound of your core, before standing up again, your hands still in his clutch. You didn't expect him to grab another tie that was laying on his bedside table, tying your hands up to the bed frame while leaving you gagged. “Just precaution… You stay here now and wait for me” He explained wearing a neutral expression although the tent in his pants gave him away. The sight of you tied up and gagged, only waiting for him to fuck you senseless made him rock hard - and especially after an entire day with Gojo he had plenty of frustration he needs to take out one way or another and since you were still begging for his cock, you sure wouldn't mind if he takes it out on your poor cunt.

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