#…my dark hole…my empty hole…my holy hole

[frenchpsychiatrymuderedmycnut]

by unofficial

traffic heading my way

somewhere in Bergerac with Antoni

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…unhinged…deranged…manic…unbalanced…bonkers…loopy…insane…bananas…mad…touched…mental…crazed…berserk…lunatic…batty…disturbed…

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…this positively…thoughtful…day…of yet…another week…

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…sitting…thoughtfully.…transiting…mental illnesses…

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…my dark hole…my empty hole…my holy hole

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…amen…

~by unofficial

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I made it out by the skin of my griefs.

~Ocean Vuong

[bloodfreak-boyking]

this scene breaks my heart. Sam wants to believe so so bad that god and angels are real and that there's good in the word, and this case kinda shatters his worldview. and dean looks fucking heartbroken that he can't fix this for Sam

and sam...GOD. i mean, he just so looks defeated. like he's thinking how stupid he was for ever letting himself believe he could be saved.

and after he's flayed himself open in front of dean? and he takes dean's silence as confirmation that dean knows he can't be saved? he thinks he's gone too far and puts his walls back up bc he doesn't wanna cause dean any more worry over this than he already has.

[daydreams-after-dark]

Haii babes

Hear me out okay. Younger neighbor living next to DILF Chan and he's having a BBQ with all his middle aged friends like Minho, Changbin and Han and he invited you over. Obviously you have to dress your best (to get fucked) and it turns into a gun activity amongst the 5 of you 😫. PLEASE IM DYING ABOUT THIS

Holy shit! This ask came in and it instantaneously unlocked something in me! I was about to go out and meet a friend for coffee and the whole drive over I was thinking about channie and his friends fucking reader!!!

The idea of middle aged Chan and his friends, using younger reader like a little whore has got me rather turned on. Maybe it’s the voyeur in me wanting to see her getting absolutely ruined by the mature men? I don’t know and I’m not going to question it.

I just want to write something downright filthy (because this is the after dark blog). 😈😈💀💀

Just to clarify, the asks is meant to say “fun activity” not “gun.”

Oh and I just have to mention that this is basically 3Racha plus Minho…. Which I’ve always said is my ultimate dream! 🫠🫠🫠🫠 i'M SUCH SLUT FOR THEM!!

Ready? Here we go. Buckle up, it’s going to be pure filth!

CW: age gap - chan and co are in their forties (but very energetic) and reader is 22, implied consent, objectification, praise, name calling, unprotected vaginal and anal sex, double pen two holes, gangbang, blow jobs, cum eating (m and f), cream pie, slapping, spanking, hair pulling, rough sex, nipple play., videotaping

Your neighbour, Chan, is a filthy man. At first glance he is quite polite, very good looking, and a wonderful resident of the neighbourhood. But it's just an act. You know this from the way he sits on his upstairs balcony watching you whenever you sunbathe in your backyard.

It feels thrilling knowing he's watching, and the next time you sit in your backyard to sunbathe, you take your bikini off entirely. He doesn't even pretend he’s not looking.

You wonder if he'd come over and fuck you if called out to him? Probably. He seems like that kind of man.

One glorious spring day, Chan invites you over for an evening barbeque. "I'm having a small gathering of a few of my close friends, and they'd love to meet you." he smiles kindly, crinkling the wrinkles around his eyes. But there's a deviousness behind them.

"Of course! I'll be there."

From what you’ve seen, his friends are hot too, and so of course you're ringing Chan's doorbell in your shortest sundress, tiniest panties, and tallest heels you own, balancing a platter of finger food in your hand.

“Y/n! Thank you for coming. Everyone has been waiting for you.” He guides you through his home to a closed in outdoor entertaining area at the back of the house.

“These are my friends.” He gestures to the three men sitting in outdoor couches around a low coffee table.

“This is Changbin, Han and Minho.”

You smile and wave at each of the men, exchanging pleasantries.

There are snacks spread out on the table in front of them, along with empty glasses. “Chan, shall I help poor drinks?” You offer. He smiles and tells you where to find the wine.

As you go retrieve the bottle of wine you take a moment to catch your breath. They are all so fucking handsome. You think to yourself, and you’re glad you decided to dress cute-slash-slutty.

“Here she is.” Smiles Chan as you walk back out.

“Drinks, boys?” You chime, holding up the wine, and all four men hold their empty glasses ready for you. You make your way around, being sure to bend over and stick out your ass to give each of the other men a view up your short dress, whilst smiling innocently at the man you were pouring a drink for.

You hear a few mumbled “fucks” and you know they’re eyes are glued to your ass cheeks poking out from underneath the dress.

“Y/n. You should come sit down. Take a seat.” said Chan.

You stand up and look around, but there isn’t a chair or space for you to sit.

“I think Chan means go take a seat on his lap, princess.” The one named Minho chuckles.

You turn to Chan who’s sitting with his legs wide and his arms outstretched along the back of his chair.

Oh. That’s exactly what he means. You can see it written on his smug face.

Quietly, you make your way over to Chan and carefully perch yourself across his lap.

He sucks in a breath and wraps an arm around your back. His other hand comes to your knee and squeezes it gently. “I was just telling the guys about what you and I get up to on the weekend.” He smirks.

“W-what do you mean?” You ask.

“Oh you know perfectly well, babygirl.” He says sternly. “How you put yourself on display for me.” He inhales the skin on your neck, causing you to shudder. “And they want you to show them what you show me.”

You look around at the men. Han is snacking on some crisps like this is an everyday situation, Changbin has the darkest eyes you’ve ever seen, and Minho looks like he wants to eat you.

You gulp.

Chan slowly unzips the back of your dress and pulls the sleeves down your arms until your tits spill out. He immediately attached his mouth to a nipple, then he pulls off with a loud pop. “So young. So supple.” He says approvingly groping at your breast.

“How old are you, y/n” Changbin asks curiously.

“T-twenty two.” You squeak.

“Perfect age.” He licks his lips.

“Old enough to fuck rough, and young enough to teach a lesson.” Minho stated.

“Hear that, babygirl? They want to play with you.” He whispers low.

Fuck! You bite your lip and grind ever so slightly on Chan’s thigh. He notices the small action. “You like that idea, don’t you? You gonna be our little whore for tonight?”

His hand slides up your dress to find your soaking panties. “Thought so.” He chuckles, pulling them to the side and pushing a finger into you.

“Fuck! Oh god… Chan.” You choke as he thrusts his fingers into your tight wet cunt.

“Hmmm… I think you mean daddy.” He corrects you. “Now bend over. You deserve a slap for that insolence.”

You looked at him questioningly, and the other men snicker.

“I said bend over, you need to be spanked.”

You move to lay across his lap, and Chan lifts your dress to reveal your ass.

"Hmm, scrumptious piece of meat." ogles Changbin.

"Bin, pass me the cheese knife...thanks, mate."

Your eyes squeeze tight and your breath hitches as he carefully traces the knife up the back of your thigh, before using it to slice your tiny little panties right off.

He tosses the knife back on the table and spreads your cheeks so the other three can see your glistening pussy.

"She looks like she'll be really tight." mumbled Han, his mouth full of food. "Do you think she'll be able to take us all? You know what we're like once we get started."

"She looks trainable." said Minho.

"Now, I think five spanks, should be enough." Chan concludes, and you secretly smile to yourself. You've can easily handle way more than- "Ahhh...Fuck!" you cry when a hard slap lands directly on your pussy. His hand comes down again. Slap! and another one. God, that stings.

"Just three more." Slap. Slap. Slap.

He pulls your dress down your body and slides it off your legs and tosses it to the floor. "Up we get, babygirl. Sit up now." Chan cooes.

You sit up with tears down your cheeks and look at the three other men. They all have their cocks out and are stroking their lengths.

"What do you have to say for yourself." Chan caresses your thighs and nuzzles into your breasts.

"S-sorry, d-daddy." you whisper.

"That's it. Good girl." The praise makes you feel good, and it makes you want to please him more.

"Now, I need you to go and suck Han's cock." He helps you onto your feet. "Go. He's waiting for you." he urges you on.

Naked, except for your heels, you make your way to Han. You feel wobbly on your feet from the shock of being spanked, but at the same time you've never felt more turned on in your life.

"Here, doll." Changbin stands up and directs you to kneel where he had been sitting and lean down and take Han's cock deep into your mouth. "Yes. This way we can have a bit of fun with you at the same time Han is fucking your throat." he adds.

"Baby, ahhh...ngh... fuck your mouth..." Han hums as you give him the best head of your life, taking him all the way into your throat. "Mmmh...you've sucked cock before haven't you, baby. ahhh...like a fucking pro." he holds your head down and thrusts into you, making you choke. "One of my favourite sounds." he adds.

Changbin spreads your ass cheeks and rubs the pads of his fingers around the entrance to your pussy, making you moan around Han. Then you feel the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance.

"Changbin. Split her open for us." Minho says.

"Is our little toy ready to be played with? hmm?" Changbin chuckles as he pushes his cock into you. You let out a muffled cry as Changbin's girthy cock stretches your pussy open. He's so thick, but you're so wet, and once he is fully seated inside you, he starts to fuck you.

His thrusts are slow, deep, measured, and so powerful that you really are being forced to choke on Han's cock. Together, two men use you like a fleshlight, like a pretty toy to fuck into. Their hands explore your body in a rough, animalistic way, and you're fucking loving it.

You know that Chan and Minho are watching you from their chairs, probably jerking off and dying for a turn of you.

"Fuck...your pussy...so fucking tight..." he digs his fingers into your hips and slams your ass back onto him. "That's it...fuck...show me how you fuck yourself..." he releases his hands from your body, and stops thrusting entirely, making you back yourself onto him over and over again.

You can barely breathe, your makeup would surely be ruined by now, between the sting of the spanking and choking on cock, your face is surely a mess.

"Fuck. Coming." choked Han and you feel spurts of his hot cum hit the back of your throat. "Take it, baby. Such a good slut." he pants, emptying himself in your mouth.

Changbin abruptly pulls out, causing you to whine at the sudden emptiness, and he pulls your head off of Han by your hair. "Open, quick." he grunts and bullies his cock into your mouth. Three harsh thrusts and he's coming on your tongue too. "Show me, doll. Good girl." He nods in approval when you show him you swallowed every drop. “Belly full of cum.”

Han gets up off the couch to find a snack and a drink, and you almost collapse face first into the cushion. You feel Chan move behind you, spreading your cheeks again for a good look at your used hole.

"Babygirl didn't get to cum did she?" he mocked. You shook your head whimpering. You are so close, and your core feels so tight that you are going to snap at any moment.

You hear the sound of a cap from a bottle and then a familiar feeling of cold lube being applied to your asshole. They're going to fuck your ass.

"Shh... Daddy's just going to loosen you up." he purrs as he begins to prep you for his cock. You rest your head on the cushion and give yourself to Chan, letting him finger fuck your ass until he is three full fingers deep. "Taking me so well. Now for you to feel my cock, yeah? It’s gonna be a tight fit.”

He removes his fingers and presses his cock to your hole.

“That’s it…Good girl…Look at you taking daddy’s cock so well.” He praises as he pushes into you slowly. “Your tight little hole loves to be stretched… doesn’t it. Answer me.”

B-yes…loves to be stretched.” You pant.

“This is what you think about isn’t it? Me deep in your ass.” He starts to fuck you, withdrawing slightly, then pushing in deeper on each thrust. You can’t help but cry out, moan and whimper as his thrusts steadily become faster.

“Next time you’re out in your backyard naked, I’m gonna come around and fuck your ass….just like this…” he pants.

“We’ve managed to hook it up.” Changbin says excitedly.

“Babygirl. Look.” He whispers. You look up to the wall mounted flatscreen to see a close up of your ass with Chan’s enormous cock fucking into you. You turn your head back to see Changbin videoing the action, then your eyes return to the screen to watch your hole being abused.

Han comes to your side to reach underneath you to play with your clit. “You gonna show us how you come, baby?” He smirks.

“Oh fuck! Fuuuuuccckkk!” You squeal, coming hard.

“Good girl! Now daddy’s gonna fill you up. Ready, sweet thing?” His hand comes down to slap your ass.

“Yes, daddy. Fill me up. Need your cum.” You plead.

Chan groans as he releases himself deep in your ass and withdraws himself.

“Princess. Over here right now.” Minho snaps.

You haven’t even a chance to recover from your orgasm, as you stumble over to Minho. “Sit on the coffee table. Spread your legs for me.” He pushes you down to sit in front of him and shoves your legs open. Then he’s suddenly kneeling between them and lapping at your cunt.

You throw your head back and moan. The man knows how to eat pussy, and you’re not sure you will ever be go back to go back to lacklustre oral.

Minho’s mouth moves down to catch the cum leaking from your ass. Now that’s the most erotic thing you’ve ever witnessed.

“Which hole you gonna fuck?” asks Changbin.

Minho pulls away from your pussy and lazily fingers your cunt. “I wanna DP her. Han. You haven’t fucked get yet.”

Minho sits back in his chair, pulling you on top of him and spreading your legs over his. He pulls your heels off and instructs you to press your feet into the cushions beside him and lift yourself up. You do as he says as he lines his cock up with your ass and slowly lowers you onto him.

“S’deep.” You choke.

“Mmm… you feel perfect, Princess. Such a pretty little cockslut for us aren’t you? Gonna be filled with so much cum by the end of this. Full of cum and your holes fucking gaping.” He smirks against your cheek. His hands squeeze your tits as you grind on his cock.

“Come on, Princess. Not getting tired I hope? C’mon, bounce on me…put on a show for the camera.” He hisses.

You’ve forgotten they were recording you. You muster all the energy you can to bounce up and down Minho’s cock and watching the screen to see your hole swallowing it up with ease. Fuck! You are a slut. And you’re fucking loving every second of it.

“Han. Come on.” Minho growls.

Han positions himself in front of you and lines his cock up with your cunt. “Have you done this before, baby?” He asks you.

You don’t answer, you’re about to come again.

“Hey!” He slaps you across the cheek and you come hard around Minho’s cock.

“Fuck, she just came. She’s clamped up. Fuck… quick… Han, fuck her now.” demands Minho.

“So our little lady likes to get roughed up. Huh?” Han shook his head In disbelief, and then groaned low as he pushed his cock into your pussy.

“Oh!!” You groan. “So…full… you’re splitting me in two… shhhiiittt.”

You’re not new to anal sex whatsoever, but you’ve never taken two cocks like this.

“Babygirl…” Chan tugs you by your hair and you turn your head to the side to take his cock in your mouth.

Changbin is on the other side taking your hand and wrapping it around his cock. He’s still holding his camera, aiming it from above, and managing to catch everything that is happening.

All four of them are using your body at the same time. Minho fucking your ass, Han your pussy, and you alternate between Chan and Changbin as they fuck your face.

Your hair is being pulled, someone has a hand wrapped around your neck, your nipples are being pinched and slapped, and Han is spitting on you.

They pull another orgasm from you before moaning and growling as they fill you up with their cum.

Eventually, they pull themselves out of you, they say their farewells, leaving you and Chan alone.

He carries you bridal style to his bathroom, runs you a bath and tucks you into his bed so you can rest.

“Such a good girl for daddy.” He whispers as he slips in bed beside you. “We need organise another gathering soon.”

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx @chuuchuu1224 @fun-fanfics @wolfennracha @rhonnie23

[cigarett3wif3]

HOLY, HOLY, HOLY S(EX)

Priest! Leon S. Kennedy x Widow! reader | 18+ MDNI. smut, female reader, light religious themes, Leon is a priest, reader is a widow, sexual fantasy, wax play, blasphemy kink, vaginal sex, teasing, nipple play, improper use of rosary and altar, mention of grief and death, guilt, breathplay words: 2407 tags: @ivmp, @leonskittenbunny

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A year ago your husband died. Since then you felt lost and deeply confused by your own feelings. Grief is always described as something specific with the same face. Yours was different, all you could do was stand still and not feel anything. Bad glare from people every time you weren’t fitting into a stereotypical widow, has led to guilt. He wasn’t a bad person, not at all. You got married quickly, but in the end, your relationship got more formal and was based on mutual respect. He was religious though, you do not really care about religion in general, but as a matter of respect, you decided to realize his last wish. In such confused and dark period of your life, this decision brought you a new presence in your life which spawned you a suffocating desire in your chest.

Leon is nice, he supported you after the death of your husband. Handsome too, wearing a black shirt with a nice white collarino around his neck, not hiding his Adam’s apple which makes you feel the urge to sink your teeth into its flesh and take a bite. He helped to prepare and perform the funeral, so it was natural for your attention to shift to be more focused on him, not on your sorrow anymore. Leon is a little bit awkward with you which adds more charm. And he is lonely, so it was easy for you to get closer to him, by being a ‘friend’. You like how his cheeks paint with a soft blush after you lean closer to him or your hand ‘accidentally’ brushes against his. Maybe he is a little bit older than you, but this doesn’t bother you a lot. And how your gaze always roamed lower than his face didn’t go unnoticed by him, catching him clearing his throat and rubbing his chin, but his gaze always found its way back to you. However, if you were to describe what you simply liked the most about him; he is a priest. The forbidden fruit is the sweetest and you are no different from Eve.

Leon is the man who filled every empty hole in your life, but not the one you wanted the most and you had to do it by yourself. One of many nights, your fingers would crawl under your lacy panties to touch your pussy, while the other hand would knead your breast. Filling the room with moans and picturing him to do that, how nice would his mouth feel on your nipples while the tip of his dick would kiss your cervix and paint your walls with his sperm. Such fantasies have become a routine already, touching yourself in the bed where your late husband should be, no longer feeling guilty.

Someone would tell you, you should be drowning in guilt and be ashamed, but it seems you were born shameless. You don’t care. The dim light of the stained-glass windows cast a soft, multicolored glow over you, both sitting on the wooden pew. His rough hand is resting on your shoulder gently while his blue eyes are set on your frame, his other hand reaches to your chin, tilting your head up gently and he meets your gaze. You force down more than two or three tears in front of him, your hands are clasped. Looking sad and awful over your late husband you don’t care about anymore.

“Oh father” and you can feel his hand traveling down from your shoulder to your waist and he gives it a light squeeze, his blue eyes don’t hide what he is feeling right now. He leans closer to you, his frame is a little bit over yours and your eyes drift to a Rosary that hugs his wrist, the pendant with crucifix dangling in the air. “You can call me by my name right now…” he tries to correct you in a hoarse voice, he is speaking low and quietly, forgetting about the fact that the church is empty. “Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned” you interrupted him, your breathing filling the space and he grinned, letting out a chuckle. Your hands unclasp to reach for the buttons of your bodice and start to undo them, not trying to be slow or teasing and exposing quickly the flesh of your chest to his gaze. Your nipples are already hard and they get harder at the cold air brushing them.

“You have indeed, my child” Leon says, biting lower lip before his hands start moving down to the skirt of your dress, raising it until your underwear gets exposed to his gaze. Hungrily eyeing it for a second before his attention shifts towards the nearby candle holder and one of his hands leaves your flesh to reach for one of the candles, bringing it closer to you. It casts a soft glow and you can see its light flickering in his blue eyes, there is a comfortable warmth coming from it too. “But I am here to absolve you of your sins, little lamb” Leon looks down at you, his hand tilts the candles and lets the dollop of wax fall on the skin of your thigh. The sensation is hot, as it connects with your flesh, making you flinch softly and letting out a gasp. The newfound pain subsides into a warm, throbbing pleasure while his other hand travels down to hold your thigh and pull your body closer to him. Raising the hot stick more, now wax is dripping on the flesh of your chest, making you arch your body cause of the feeling of a light sting turning into a high pleasure. “Pain can cleanse the soul, suffering brings us closer to God” He whispers and his eyes are set on your lower body, after the wax dries it leads to another hot dollop. It feels like a soothing caress and your senses get heightened every time a new drop meets your skin. The wooden pew creaked beneath your weight as you leaned back, the sound of it echoing through the empty church. Leon's grin widened, his eyes locked on the exposed lace of your underwear as his palm slide up to it, thumb softly pressing against the already wet slit. His digit starts slowly rubbing your clothed clit, clockwise circles and pressure applied on the bud bring more pleasure, while wax continues to drip down, a light feeling of pain adding more pleasure and making you sensitive.

While placing away the candle, Leon’s eyes behold the sight of you, legs spread and moaning quietly his name, you probably are not realizing this which makes his cock stir in pants painfully, desperate to be released and to be balls deep inside your tight pussy, or any other possible hole. The image in his mind is so clear and arousing, that he lets out a shaky sigh. He isn’t sure how long he has relied only on his fist, convincing himself that this was enough while he would jerk off on sexy chicks in cheap magazines or watch amateur porn in his bedroom, hiding from the eyes of God. Today is going to be different, this time God is going to have a good show. “Are you not ashamed?” He says, his two thick fingers press against your clit and circle slowly, before pinching it with index and thumb, forcing a louder moan. He pushed aside the wet fabric of your underwear, exposing your drenching cunt to his gaze. You don’t answer, you are too distracted by the sight of his hand coming to unbutton and free his cock from his pants. His hard length is thick and throbbing, leaking with precum from the slit of the pink tip and it is aching for your attention. You reach your hand to palm it, to feel the skin and stroke it, but all you get is a slap on your flesh, making your fist retreat.

“Seducing a man of God, you don’t even listen to me, do you?” Leon’s tongue makes a ‘tsk’ sound, condescendingly shaking his head. “A man of God should not be so easily swayed away from his faith” You taunt him, your fingertips lightly brushing on the fabric of his shirt, tugging some buttons and undoing them to take a glance at his skin underneath. A smile played on your lips, which made Leon’s face grimace for a brief moment, clearly annoyed by your words. In a quick motion, he lifts you and shoves you down on the flat surface of the altar which makes you let out a loud whimper. Another whine escapes from your mouth when a light slap lands on your cheek and you feel more slick pooling. “Maybe this is a divine plan,” he says, standing in between your legs, his cock pressed against your cunt, your hips jerking at the feeling of his spit on it. “Nothing escapes his gaze, be sure he wants this too”

The chilly liquid contrasts with the hot arousal you are feeling in between your legs. He rubbed his cockhead against your slick fold, coating it with your essence while spreading the spit around with his cock which increase the squelching wet sounds which only aggravates his own desire. Not really thinking much about anything than burying his dick in you, Leon guided your hips down onto his cock and slowly sank into your drenching heat, stretching its inner walls. Your pussy envelopes his length in a warm and slick embrace, clenching around him tightly, he lets out an involuntary groan. There is a pleasant hint of pain which quickly fades as his hips begin thrusting upwards. Slowly and teasing stroke, his hand is resting on the surface of the altar, leaning over you and he is panting heavily before his breathing gets muffled by your breasts. Burying his face in between and sucking on the skin, crawling up until his mouth stops on the hard nipple, playing with it sloppily and nibbling. Your eyes roll back into the head and your body arches into his movements when his hips sped up, his balls slap against the flesh of your ass. Squelching and wet sounds, combined with the flesh-hitting ones fill the church. Every deep and rough thrust with his cock hit well your pudgy spot, making you wetter and your walls clench tighter around him. Your own slick drips, stain the material of the altar, but you don’t notice this cause you are drowning deep in the bliss. A loud whimper escaped from your lips when you felt something wrapping around your neck, clearly not expecting it to be his Rosary and his movements ceased, holding one of the first beads and his thumb rubs onto it.

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name; thy kingdom come; thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven” his hoarse voice prays, Leon bowed his head closer to your lip and he kissed you. He doesn’t wait or try to be gentle with it, teeth sinking onto the flesh of your lower lip and drawing light drops of blood which he licked away quickly as they appeared. His cock began pumping again as he repeats the words, slurring. His tongue delves deeper, tasting you.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of death.” He recites another prayer, his thumb shifted to the other bead while his hips move, thrusting deeper, one of these kissed your cervix roughly with his tip. His hand starts tugging tighter on the rosary, limiting the oxygen in your body. He pulls out before slamming back, roughly bullying his cock into your wet hole, his pace returns to a fast one and Leon groans at the pleasure of having your tight and wet walls clinging to his length.

“Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit…” Leon hissed breathlessly. A deep and fast thrust before he stops for a moment to grind his tip into your cervix, the hold gets tighter and your body starts getting more numb, feeling your head getting lightheaded. It is scarily arousing, your fingers reach to his arms, leaving scratches all over exposed skin. He began pounding your drenching hole and the pace grew more aggressive, hitting your g-spot and cervix more often and making you squeal. His hold tightened until the Rosary broke and you felt oxygen rushing into your body, bringing you to higher pleasure from overflowing sensations. Your frame shudders and you let out a cry, vision gets blurry and head empty, as your pussy spasms around him, sucking in and milking his length. You can feel the beating of your heart ringing in your ears, but you don’t get any time to respite. Leon doesn’t try to hold his moans, the feeling of your walls spasming leads his cock to twitch. His climax began building up quickly, making his hips roll roughly and your nails dig more into his flesh, leaving red half-moon marks. But his thrusts don’t slow down and get a little bit messier, overstimulating your body and intensifying your orgasm. He slams his cock deeper, tip pressing against the cervix as he finally reached his high - his cock sprouts rope after ropes of his cum inside your still clenching hole.

“Amen” Leon groans, his voice shaky from the pleasure circling in his body. He lolls his head back, half-lidded eyes looking up at the ceiling of the church. His chest is rising heavily, you are both out of breath and the sound is filling the space, echoing on the walls.

“Fuck, I think I was close to seeing God” you mutter out breathlessly, looking up at Leon and he finds your words funny, his hand reaches to push away your hair from your eyes. “You won’t be the first” he replies with a low chuckle, his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you closer. You shift, sitting on the table more comfortably letting your head rest against his chest. His heartbeat is chaotic and still hasn’t calmed down from your escapade, but your attention shifted and was brought to the crucifix of Christ, his half-lidded and sorrowful eyes looking down at both of you. The only witness of the act, the thought made your skin cover in goosebumps and the air of church feel chillier than before.

[padfootreggie]

Romance books

Luke x Valerie

Warnings: smut, oral (f recieving), reader reads smut, teasy Luke, whiny reader, virgin reader, taking away virginity, Luke loves thighs, fingering, p in v, no protection, blood from first time, boob play, slight face sitting at the end

Luke found out about the books I read. Oh gods help me! He will tease me to the underworld about this, I won't look him in the eyes ever again.

I fluster seeing him near Athena's cabin, Luke is my friend. He knows I'm a virgin to please the gods. I walk to my cabin trying to hide from him.

To my surprise he isn't teasing me, he's acting normal? He follows me inside, it's empty in the cabin since everyone out.

I lay on my bed so tired from practice, Luke lays near me. By my thighs, using them as a pillow. I yawn, Luke smirks. Oh no. "So about your books?" I whine "please don't Luke."

He laughs "please don't what? Who knew sweet and virgin Valerie could read such obscene things?" I hide my face in my pillow blushing.

Luke cackles "don't hide from me Val! Tell me: what it's like reading porn?" I whine again hitting him in the head with a pillow.

He's unfortunately, unaffected. He lays on his stomach, still using my legs as pillows. My legs bare since I'm wearing a black skirt, besides my thigh high socks.

"Seriously Val that scared me!! cuffs and muzzles?!" I fluster when he goes between my legs, he puts my legs around his head.

"Lukee stop it, please I don't have time to talk about it." I say in a squeaky voice. He breathes against my covered puffy pussy.

He holds my thighs, massaging them. He says in a deep tone enough to compete with Calliope "I won't tell anyone Val."

Luke lowers his head, resting it against my covered pussy. I can tell he feels how much it's pulsing, he smirks.

He growls "are you wet Valerie? Thinking about your books again huh? Or is it from how close I am to your body? You like seeing me between your plushy thighs?"

I whine "Luke stop it!" He puts his head under my short skirt "gods I love your soft thighs, could lay here forever sweetheart."

He giggles "could see your wet patch baby, I bet your so sweet and tight f'me yea?" He groans quietly "I bet you taste so good Val."

My eyes roll when he licks a long stripe up my purple panties, bumping my throbbing clit. I moan "L-Luke wait!"

He sticks his head out from my skirt, looking annoyed I stopped him from devouring my virginity, ruining my body for the gods above.

"Valerie Kalik, my little virgin. Such a suck up for the gods. Wanna make mommy proud Val? Nice virgin forever..." He says in a voice I've never heard, he sounds so desperate, and so dark.

He grunts going back under "fuck the gods Valerie, your mine and only mine. I will ruin this perfect pussy; take away your perfect body."

I'm honestly scared, he's never talked bad about the gods before. At least not in my presence, has he thought about them like this for a while?

My thoughts get ripped away when he licks around my hole. I moan so loud, hopefully nobody is near the cabin.

He starts eating me out so skillfully, making me surprised I moan and whimper. My back arches, he's so good at this holy fuck.

Luke sucks my clit through my purple panties. He groans "purple is such a pretty color on you baby. Wear it for me now ok?"

I nod feverishly, barely hearing him from how hard he's going on me. He rips my panties off of me, quickly pushing two fingers into my hole.

Curling them so deliciously, my eyes roll back to my skull. He pushes his fingers in and out fast, I'm so close already.

His fingers are drenched in my arousal, he kisses my inner thighs. Biting once and a while, making me yelp.

I moan more squeaky and whiny. So so close to cumming on his long fingers, my fingers could never do what his does.

Now that I've thought about it, I never came before. My hands never felt good enough. I let out breathy whines, I swear I'm seeing stars.

My hips grind against Lukes hand, my eyes cross. He snickers "good girl about to cum?" I nod fast. "Yes y-yes yes L-Luke so close!!"

He moves his fingers faster, and faster. Now sucking on my clit once more, a thin coat of sweat covers my body.

A ring of curses roll as I cum on his fingers. My back arches I let out loud whiny moans.

To my surprise he keeps goings, I'm already overwhelmed from pleasure. I cry out "Luke s-stop!!" He groans "can't stop baby need you to cum one more time around my cock ok?"

He sits up on his knees, he pulls down his pants to reveal his length. Drool drips down my chin, he's so long and thick. How can it fit?!

I whimper seeing a vein on the under side "Luke are you sure it'll fit? It's j-just I've never done this before, you know that! It would hurt so much-"

He kisses me hard, teeth clashing even. Then he pushes in, all the way. I cry out, nails digging into his back. I squeeze my eyes shut, he grunts slowly grinding his body.

My back arches his dick reaching new places I couldn't dream of. I scream when he thrusts into me again, tears fall down my cheeks.

He bites my lips, groaning into my mouth. I hold him in place by his hips. "S-STAY STILL LUKE" he freezes, staring into my eyes.

His blue eyes darken with lust, pupils blown wide. I get used of his size and nod, he slowly moves again. My slick making it easy to push in.

This time he's slower, but I can tell he's trying hard not to go as fast as he wants. Knowing it's my first time.

I feel a liquid down my pussy. Did he come? Did I come?? I look and see some blood. I yelp pushing Luke's hips away. "I'm bleeding!!"

Luke snickers, looking at me like a lost puppy. "Val it's ok! Many girls bleed a little during their first time." I look at him pouty.

"Promise?" I ask in a soft voice, he nods whispering "can we continue?" I let out a breath of relief "yes"

He growls going back in me. He pulls my head up making me face him, I'm almost cross eyed he feels so good. He whimpers, hips stuttery.

He flips us, me on top of him. I bite my lip smiling, he looks so pretty. My skirt looks like a belt, riding up to my waist.

My shirt drenched, heat gets to me making me pull it over my head. Before I can fully take it off Luke takes a breast and starts kneading it.

My body shivers against his, I grind slowly trying to find a nice rhythm. My sore clit rubs against him pubes, I whine bouncing now.

He groans thrusting up, making him hit deep in me. I yelp wrapping my arms around his neck, whining in his ear.

His dick stretching my insides, so thick and long. I cry out, the bed creaking at the poor quality. He groans, dick pulsing.

I whimper, bouncing faster and faster. He huffs my back arching slightly. I suck at his neck feverishly, so close.

He can tell by how I squeeze him, and my twitches. I scream a moan squirting all over his hips and dick.

Cum drips down into the mattress, he groans cumming after me. He pulls me up by my hips, sitting me on his shoulders.

"Sit still ok? Just rude my face like how you just did my cock baby." My eyes widen at his command. "But I-I'll suffocate you!"

He sneers "I'll die a happy man, now hurry up or I can just pound your ass right now." I whine slowly moving up.

It's gonna be a long time till he stops.

[cynthiesjmxazrielslover]

Bittersweet love

An original AUmodernAzriel x Reader

these songs remind me of them <3333

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, mention of trauma Summary: Growing up with your abusive father and your mother who never spoke up against him, you had truly given up hope of any chance of a real relationship, of real love, the ones of the kind that you read about in your books, till you're proven wrong.

A/N: this is my first fic ever+english isnt my first language, and I wrote this in a daze, the idea came to me at like 3 AM,so....enjoy muah<3 Thump.....thump. DAMN IT CAROLINE GET OUT HERE! Another night another fight, that too on their anniversary, a classic. I scoff thinking about all the picture-perfect smiles and the absolutely lovely speech my dad had read out for my mom tonight, a show, it was all a show, no one knew what went inside our house every week, how my dad hit my mom, screamed at her and then bought ridiculously expensive gifts for her as if that would fix everything. I was so so tired of their useless fights, every time it all ended the same way, with my mom never leaving. I heard the rain outside before I saw it. One thing about me was that I always loved the rain, growing up, and till now it just felt right to cry under its cover, to cry with it, to admire how beautiful it felt to be enveloped in her comfort and just...let everything go. I sneaked out my window and walked out of our backyard. There was an abandoned house right behind mine, I spread rumors just so everyone thought, it was either haunted or inhabited, in truth it was my den. Snacks, clothes, comfy blankets, duvets, you name it. It had all I needed to feel better. When I entered my lair I noticed that most of my snacks were empty and the empty packets pristine clean. Oh no, someone had discovered the truth, I turned around only to find a pair of hazel eyes staring back at me, the darkness enveloped him, I couldn't see him, but guessed well enough he was taller than me. I cursed at myself for being stupid enough to enter an abandoned place at night in the middle of a heavy down pour. No, no, no, no. I stepped back I couldn't die like this, not in this shit hole. "Um, hello there. Are you okay? you just seem a little pale" I gaped at him. He had the most alluring voice id ever heard on a man and damn did it mess with my senses. "I won't hurt you, I promise. Look I'm not armed plus I dont even have enough energy to argue right now." He stepped a bit closer enough that I could make out his silhouette illuminated by the moonlight. His hazel eyes were a sweet honey brown shade, tanned skin, muscles, tall as frick, and hot too. Holy crap this guy looked straight out of a book. "Hello?". Realizing I'd been gaping at it the whole time it took me second to remember the situation I'd found myself in before I said "Hi, Im Lana" I lied, my name wasnt lana but i wasnt gonna tell some random guy who ate my snacks AND all my blueberry sour candy my name, Im not that dumb. He steps out of the shadows so i could get a proper look at him, and so he could look at me i realize. "Hello Lana, Im Azriel". I looked at him, really looked at him noticed 3 things, 1. He didnt look much older than me, meaning either he was in school or in college, 2. He was wearing my oversized hoodie which looked a little too small on him, and 3. He looked in a bad shape. He had bruises on his face marring his body, burned hands, swollen eye and looked cold, very cold and malnourished. He looked almost......homeless.

I snuck a glance outside.

I silently swore, if this man- Azriel, stayed here any longer he would DIE, either of fever or due to infection. I might already have brought a one way ticket to the deepest darkest pits of hell but doesnt mean he did. Without a thought i spit out "Come to my house". "Im sorry what?" he chuckled out smirking at me as a flush crept over me. "I-I meant that you cant stay here, there's heavy rain and its cold here. pfft that's totally what i meant" i stammer out. Reminder to curl up and die in a corner later on. He furrows his brow at my statement, a hint of amusement on his face. "Haven't you heard of stranger danger Lana?" He pipes out, his voice low and gravelly. "I doubt an 18 year old guy who wears Minnie Mouse hoodies with dora the explorer socks and a pink bow pajamas would try to kidnap me" Okay now this dude was really crossing it for me. Reminder number 2- Drown these clothes in holy water before wearing them again. Now it was his turn to be embarrassed. "I still look better in these than you could ever. But you're smart and these clothes fit me like a fucking tank top and shorts, so yes, Lana, I'll come to your house. Only because Im freezing out here" He added FRICK. FRICK THIS WAS A BAD,BAD IDEA

Azriels POV I stepped out of the shower, steam rising from the hot water. I smelled like lavender soap and vanilla- The scent of real men. I put on the fresh pair of clothes Lana gave me, A little smaller than what i wore but better than those hoodies of hers anyway. I saw her reading a book when i stepped out, no gods not another book-obsessed psycho. She motioned for me to sit down and applied some bandages, honey, and anti-septic cream and gave me some medecine, pain killers i guessed. She seemed to know what she was doing, better than going to a doctor if it meant it was free and she wasn't going- "Who gave you get these" My chain of thoughts are interrupted by her words. "I got myself banged up by a....raccoon?" A raccoon? A RACCOON? Thats the best I could come up with? Telling a girl that i got banged up by a raccoon? She laughs at my answer. It's not a soft melodic sound like i expected but a burst of laughter. She snorts and smirks at me. "Damn, a raccoon huh? Wait,does that mean your're pregnant now?Plus,what? did it tackle you to the ground with its little toe beans? What were you even fighting over, who gets the last thrown out doughnuts from the dumpster, oh, or, did she kick you out of the house instead? You're lovely raccoon wife." She laughs out, barely able to form the sentence without controlling her laughter. I roll my eyes but I cant help smile, I knew very little about this girl but i did know 4 things, 1. She was a terrible liar, introducing herself under a fake name when her name was written under every single one of her drawings, 'y/n' I liked that name, it sounded different yet familiar on my tongue. 2.She might have just saved my life 3. She had a very good taste in candy and 4. we are about to become very, very, very good friends, something I hadn't had in a while. Tell me in the comments if you want to be tagged in the next parts, plus im open to supportive constructive criticism so let me know how i can improve =) taglist: @anarchiii @starlightazriel @velarisdusk @siriuslystyle1989 @scorpioriesling

[lipglossanon]

Holy moly, I just got a random thought.🤭

Puppy/Kitty reader in heat, I've gotta know how the Leon's would react, if you can come up with any thoughts or headcannons !! 🥰

I'll also start providing silly cat pictures in my asks <33

Ahhh! Please, I love cat memes 🥹 💜

Ooh the ole reverse uno 👀 I’ll use puppy!reader since I think it would be easier to think up some stuff 🤭

So after writing this I must say, I like this more than I thought 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 🤭

Stepdad Leon:

“Mm yeah my pretty pup just needed daddy to stuff her little hole huh? Yeah she did,” he chuckles meanly, slapping your ass before pulling on your tail to make you whine.

“God, fucking tight, should’ve been getting my dick wet sooner.”

Sweet Stepdad:

“Oh honey,” he coos, petting your soft ears and tail just making you drip even more slick all over his lap as you grind down on his hard cock.

“Shh, shh, I gotcha, daddy’s gonna make you feel so good. Gonna breed that hot pussy til your all knocked up, how’s that sound?”

Dark Stepdad:

“This pussy’s fucking sucking me in, beautiful,” he groans, humping deeper into your soaked cunt, “you just needed daddy to mount you and fill up this empty little pussy.”

He pushes you down onto the bed until your upper half is flat and ass raised, “Perfect, so perfect. All that’s left is to knock you up, fill that cute hole with all of daddy’s cum til he breeds your tiny cunt.”

Stepbro Leon:

“Oh fuck,” he groans as you bounce on his cock, drool dripping from your panting mouth down onto his chest, ears flopping and breasts jiggling.

“Yeah fucking ride my cock,” he snaps his hips up into your harder making you whimper, “take it, want my cum? Fuck, don’t worry, you’ll get my load deep in that wet fucking pussy.”

Subby Stepbro:

He’s practically smothering you with his body, rutting his cock deep into your needy pussy.

“So fucking good,” he whines, pressing your hands above your head, fingers linked together, “you can use me anytime you get like this, oh fuck.”

You lick into his panting mouth, drool and spit dripping everywhere making you grind up into his rolling thrusts.

“You’re so hot inside, ‘m gonna cum so hard,” he whimpers against your neck, “can’t stop humping your cunt, oh god, wish I could knot you, would love to keep you stuck on my cock all night.”

[cookie-crumblr]

Hype Train! Little Mouse~

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 2~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3

Hype Train! 1, Part 1, here!

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: 100% smut, no plot in this part whatsoever. !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, pet names (pretty, pretty girl, slut, ), brief fingering, p in v and anal at the same time, ribbed dick, poly 2guys (still just for this instance, not romantic or permanent), guys kiss, knife play, blood play, stabbing ml, extremely short part(sorry, i’m so excited to write for our new bully!!) overstim, reader passes out.

Lemme no if i missed anything XD

“Yes!”

The Jasper behind you grabs your other leg and lifts it into the air, bending your knees adjacent to your chest.

“What a perfect, pretty little slut for us,” They say.

“F-First! Wh-Which one of you is actually Jasper?”

The one in front of you tosses his knife into the air and catches it by the blade as he stands.

He forces the handle into your palm, and your eyes widen.

Behind you, the one adjusts so that your arm is at least comfortably movable.

“Stab me, pretty girl.” His grin is wild, and terrifying.

“Wh-What? No way!”

“The safe word works both ways, i’ll tell ya ‘f I need to,” He seems so excited…

Your heart races, this one is Jasper.

And you stab him.

You throw your arm forward with a hefty grunt, full force, deep into the flesh of his upper arm.

“AhhhHAHAHHAAA!! Yesssssss, fffuck! Pretty, I was not expectin’,” He stops and rips off his mask, before quickly grabbing your face and kissing you with the same amount of force.

When he pulls away you gasp.

“It’s me pretty girl, see,” He pulls the life out and opens the cut. You see tendon, and bone and red a-and-

His lips crash against you again, just as roughly, after discarding the knife to the ground.

Fingers find your spread cunt and go straight to scissoring you open.

The heat’s becoming unbearable and you struggle as much as you can against them both.

“Jasperrrr, pleaseee,”

He’s crouched down where you can’t see him.

You hear a zipper being opened and Jasper lets out and airy laugh beneath you.

He’s putting his own blood onto Dev.In’s ribbed cock as lube.

“You’re in f’r a treat pretty…” He coos.

You still can’t see shit as he guides their tip to your ass.

Just the hot tip presses into that tight little hole.

“AH! You gasp, it’s way hotter than any human cock, like almost burning you hot. You wiggle.

“mmmm” They moan directly into your ear.

Your flesh prickles with excitement.

While you are distracted and getting used to the magma-esque intrusion.

Jasper’s own spongey, and pierced tip enters.

His arm grabs Dev.In’s hair and roughly pulls them to him, “Don’t cut Y/N, but that blade better not leave her skin.”

They kiss beside you and groan together as they press into you in unison.

“AH-UNNNFFFF Mmmmmmmm!!” You cry out and gasp and groan all at once, feeling so fucking full. “H-Holy shhhhhiiiit!” Your head, you realize, has thrown back over Dev.In’s shoulder, and you stare dazedly at the dark wood beams across the ceiling.

They take no mercy on you as they both use your holes for their own pleasure.

Against the thin lining between them, they harshly grind.

It almost feels like they’re trying to fuck eachother through you.

“My my, what a pretty fucking slut. Are you enjoying being abused by us? hmmm?”

“Yessss” Your mind is so empty you don’t even think before words leave with the moans you hadn’t realized you were letting out.

The nubs on Dev.In’s hot dick are roughly scraping your ass, and with Jasper in your pussy you can hardly breathe.

Your vision is whiting out and static specks pierce the veil of your reality.

You’re in a continuous state of orgasm for so long, you can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

You don’t even know when it started anyway.

You feel Dev.In come first.

Boiling liquid fills your intestines.

A loud cacophony of grunting from the three of you fills the space, Jasper comes soon after, painting your squelching cunt white.

Jasper is the one to remove the knife from your neck. You feel that he was fully in charge for this and it’s comforting in a way.

He takes you into his arms and your legs shake violently as they finally relax and lay in a normal position.

“What a pretty, pretty girl~” Soft lips melt against yours in the most loving way you can imagine. Your eyes flutter and roll as he pulls away.

Exhausted, and swathed in the safety of his embrace, you black out.

[minkkumaz]

FROM WINDOW TO WINDOW

it took three days for you and your family to fully move into your house. it took you three hours to finally set up your room. but it took three minutes for woonhak to see you from his bedroom window and fall in love with you. THE DAY I MET YOU series

PAIRING kim woonhak x fem!reader WC 3.2k TAGS adults dni. fluff, fluff, oh look! more fluff! cussing. woonhak is in puppy love. mutual pining. OMI NOTE i have the biggest smile on my face rn hehe.

the past few weeks had felt like what you could only describe as hell. at first it was long and tedious days of shopping for homes. then, it was doing lots of construction work inside the house. and finally, after not having a proper place to live that wasn’t a shitty hotel, your family began the moving process.

it went a lot faster than you had initially expected, but you were happy. the calm presence in the neighborhood made up for the lack of people in the area. 

there was boxes on top of boxes in your arms, in which held almost your entire life. you had to lean back to maintain the weight, blowing wispies of hair out of your face so you could properly see where you were walking. part of you was too stubborn to make more than two trips, so you trudged along to your upstairs bedroom.

after dropping your things to the ground, you analyzed the surroundings properly; since you have not been able to explore much due to earlier construction. the ceilings weren’t very high since it was the second floor, but you didn’t care much at all. there were pretty hardwood floors, glazed with a matte finish, and the lighting was wonderful.

you noticed one large window on the side of your wall, mirroring exactly to the house next to you. the dark blue curtains were barely peaked open, so you paid no mind as you sat on the sill to go through one of your multiple boxes.

though as time passed, you failed to notice the sudden presence of the boy next door opening his window for fresh air. however in the middle of this, he saw you. 

your figure sat idly, furrowing your eyebrows as you rummaged through your things. if looks could kill, there would be burn holes in your face from how intensely he stared at you. you were cute. really, really, cute. because of this, he was determined to get to know you.

when you felt a gaze in your direction you looked over to see the boy staring at you. he jumped at the sudden attention, making you smile. you waved kindly, opening your window to see if he needed anything.

“hi! this is a sort of random first interaction!” you huff from pushing your heavy window up.

“oh shit– i’m sorry i wasn’t trying to spy on you or anything! i just noticed you and that bedroom is usually empty you know?” he spoke very quickly, but he was quite charming. “and then woah! there’s a person in there haha…”

“no worries! i didn’t think anything negative. i’m y/n!” you smiled at him again, leaning a little more out the window.

“nice to meet you y/n, i’m woonhak.” he almost melted right there seeing you smile prettily.

“woonhak.. it has a nice ring to it. maybe we shall meet again at our windows, woonhak?” you tell him, pulling yourself back into your room.

“yes– hopefully!” he stuttered out, watching you close your window and resume your unpacking.

when you disappeared into the rest of your room, woonhak doesn’t think he’s ever bolted to his phone quicker. immediately he went to unlock his phone and pull up the groupchat with all of his friends. how could he not boast about the stunning girl next door?

all he could do was pace around his room. the sound of ringing for a couple seconds made him feel impatient, but he saw jaehyuns profile join the group call.

“holy shit jaehyun tell everyone they need to join the call right now.” the rest of the boys quickly popped in before he could say anything more.

“what do you need, woonhak?” taesan asked, sounding obviously sleepy.

“all of you guys need to come over to my house right now, but like don’t be suspicious when you pull up because i don’t want the girl next door to see.” woonhak begged.

“girl next door? wasn’t that house empty?” riwoo thought.

“yes but someone moved in, this is about her!” “our cute little maknae has a crush?!” sungho exclaimed, clearly excited for the boy.

“that’s so sweet it makes me want to vomit.” leehan made fake gagging noises, causing jaehyun to laugh.

“okay whatever but she’s actually gorgeous and i swear all of you better be on your way.” woonhak whined.

“the bikes are locked and loaded as we speak.” there was some rustling sounds from each of the boys on the other line.

“hurry!” woonhak hung up the call, quickly peeking outside to see if you were still there. your silhouette was a little blurry from the dirty windows, but you were going around hanging stuff on your walls and organizing items on your desk.

it didn’t take forever for the remainder of the boys to arrive at his house. they only lived down the street, so the bike ride wasn’t long. after parking their vehicles (as jaehyun calls it), at the side of woonhak’s house, they followed him inside.

“okay okay tell us everything!” jaehyun jumped onto the bed, kicking his feet behind him. everyone else made themselves comfortable around the room, ready to listen.

“so basically i was eating lunch downstairs right?” woonhak leaned back into his desk chair, “then when i came back up to my room, i saw someone moving in the window across the way. at first i was confused as hell because i thought it was a construction worker but it was a girl!”

“what happened next? you didn’t imagine things right?” taesan asked, suddenly intrigued.

“i’m not crazy like you are taesan– but anyways. i was honestly kind of staring at her and then she looked over at me. at first i fucking jumped i was ready to get out of there, but then she smiled at me. i swear, how could she be so pretty? it was insane.” he went on, “and get this, she opened her window and we started talking!” “i think she wants you at this point dude.” jaehyun clapped his hands together, making leehan nod his head with a grin.

“she literally introduced herself and everything, then told me that maybe we’ll meet again at our windows.”

“are you going to ask her to hang out, because you definitely should!” sungho looked out behind him, “is that her?”

everyone stood up to go look, but woonhak scrambled to get them all sitting back down and close his curtains.

“holy shit i know you guys aren’t about to all try to see her?” woonhak panicked, “what if she saw you that’s so creepy!”

“maybe she’ll find it charming that you brought all your friends over to talk about your one minute interaction.” riwoo joked.

“okay if you guys wanna see her you have to be more discreet about it.” woon cracked open the curtains a tiny bit, signaling for them to come over and see. you remained doing the same tasks you were doing since he met you, and apparently almost done.

“she is really pretty not gonna lie.” taesan mumbled, earning a shove from the lovesick boy.

“dude!”

“my bad my bad!” he chuckled, going back to his previous seat.

“so what’s the game - plan woon?” leehan looked over to him, who was now the only one standing amongst them.

“i don’t know, maybe she’ll miraculously show up at my door and confess her love to me?”

“wait! invite her to that party we’re hitting up tonight. maybe she’ll want to come with us? she can ride on the back of your bike.” jaehyun suggested.

“that could work actually, i could introduce her to the neighborhood too..” woonhak pondered, “okay but how do i ask her? i’m sure i can’t just go to her front door.”

“throw an eraser at her window to get her attention?” sungho said before picking up one of the many erasers on woon’s desk.

“i guess that could work, but all of you guys hide! that’s so awkward if she saw all of you guys staring behind me.” after giving in, he grabbed the eraser from sungho’s hand and opened his window. 

the rest of the boys squatted underneath, giggling like school girls watching their friend try to talk to the girl he likes. of course they were supportive, and would stay that way to their graves, but teasing him was very amusing. it was safe to say that woonhak’s fidgeting hand pulled all of their hair to shut them up.

from what he could see, you were just on your phone scrolling mindlessly so he was hoping not to bother you. after contemplating for a solid few seconds, he chucked the object at your window. the sudden noise made you jump up slightly before opening your window and putting your head out.

“hello to you too?” you laugh, “did you need me or something?”

“sort of? i was um actually wondering if you’d want to go to a party down the street with me and my friends tonight? it can be like a welcome to the neighborhood kind of thing… only if you want to!” he took a deep breath after speaking.

“smooth.” riwoo whispered.

“that sounds fun actually! i don’t know how my dad would feel about it though.” you chew your bottom lip, thinking a bit.

“then sneak out with us? assuming your parents have been unpacking all day they’ll probably be tired and pass out! i don’t mean to be a bad influence or anything but it’d be really fun.” 

“hmmm, i’d say you’re quite persuasive. what time?” you press against the sill and rest your cheek on your fist.

“at nine pm. so about four hours from now? we’re riding our bikes there but you can go on the back of mine?”

“then it’s a date, woon. i’ll see you then.” you waved at him before closing your own curtains.

you were unsure what to think as the cute boy next door asked you to hang out. especially after meeting you less than three hours ago; specifically from your bedroom window. it was an odd way to get to know your neighbor, but for some reason it was quite endearing. 

was he staring or were you just a little delusional? maybe so, but that wasn’t relevant. 

three and a half hours flew by, and you were anxiously getting ready. woonhak was right when he said your parents would fall asleep quickly, you could hear the snoring from across the hall. 

you put together a presentable outfit, fixing up your hair as you usually do. the whole party scene wasn’t always your thing, but you wanted to make a good impression. part of you was also trying to impress him, as he technically knew nothing about you. you could put up a completely different front and he wouldn’t tell the difference.

it was important that he liked you, because being his nextdoor neighbor and also enemies didn’t sound too good.

as soon as you finished getting ready, you shoved a couple pillows underneath your blankets and opened up your window. the drop down could probably break your legs, so you sighed in defeat before pulling an extremely shaven down pencil from your desk and heaving it at woonhak’s window.

there was a little bit of silence before the curtains opened and revealed the boy you were trying to look pretty for (and his entire gang of friends behind him).

“hey! i’m ready but i kind of have a problem?” you say embarrassed.

he had to pause for a second, gawking at you like crazy. you wore a dress that hugged you perfectly, with a thin jacket draping over your shoulders. it wasn’t anything crazy fancy, but still cute for the event.

“oh– um yes! yeah hi what’s up.” woonhak blushed, scratching the back of his neck.

“i have no idea how to get out of my window… sneaking out of the front door is risky right now. my parents only went to sleep an hour ago.” you pout out your bottom lip disappointed.

“i can come down and catch you maybe? i don’t know, only if you’re okay with that!” he recommended shyly.

“yeah, yeah. that could work! just don’t drop me please.”

“only a fool would drop a girl like you.” he smirked, taking you aback slightly. the rest of his friends were reacting boyishly behind him before they all filed out to come get you. this was the moment you truly felt like a princess in need of saving. way to go feminism.

when he appeared below you his lips pulled into a wide smile, holding his arms out, “ready?”

“i’m kind of scared.”

“i promise you’ll be fine.” he plants his feet down hard, ready to catch you. “but you are wearing shorts right?”

“yes of course i am you pervert.” you roll your eyes playfully, making him blush.

swinging your leg out the window, you carefully try to step against the texture of the wall and grab against the edge. you’re able to lean yourself far enough to where you’re at a comfortable distance and let go. 

you land against woonhak, feeling his tight grasp first - hand. though you stumble slightly, he’s able to hold you still against him.

“see? i caught you.” he tells you, wiping the hair from in front of your face.

“yeah you did.” a pink tint grazes over your cheeks, causing you to look away and avoid eye contact.

“you guys can stare at eachother all you want at the party, lets go!” jaehyun groans, pushing his kickstand with his foot

the others began on their bikes while you followed behind woonhak to his own.

“i’m sorry if this is a little awkward for you.” he apologized, sitting down. “but it would probably be a little safer if you held on to me.. i’ve never really rode a bike with another person behind me.”

“no– i understand! i don’t feel awkward at all woon.” you sit behind him, letting your hands snake around his waist and grabbing firmly. the sudden touch made his stomach swarm with butterflies.

as soon as you were situated, he began pedaling down the street. you were pressed against his back, letting the comfort of the night consume you. a breeze sent shivers down your spine, making you almost nuzzle your head into woonhak.

“getting comfy?” he pointed out to cover up how giddy you made him feel.

“mm, just chilly. but it’s just the wind.” you sigh against his cardigan.

“we’re almost there, it’s not too far.” 

when you arrived at the party, it was a lot louder than when you barely heard it down the street. music made the walls vibrate with the bass, and there seemed to be a lot of people there. if not the whole neighborhood, most of it. 

“this is the most popular house on the street for parties. there’s one almost every week during the summer.” woonhak yelled loud enough so you could hear.

“do you come to every one?” you responded with the same energy.

“not really, this is my third one this summer.” he replied. “let’s go get a drink from the kitchen, it’s loud in here.”

you accompanied him to the kitchen where it was a little quieter. there were cups spread out everywhere and lots of snacks. a few people here and there, but they were mainly in the living area.

“sooo, is this your first party?” woonhak mentioned to break the silence.

“it isn’t my first party but definitely the loudest.” 

“i get that, it can get pretty deafening in here. just wait until jaehyun starts breaking out in the dance circle. i might just have to hype him up louder than the crowd.” he laughs, handing you a cup of fruit punch.

“i take it you’re very extroverted?” you take a sip from your drink.

“you could say so, i just enjoy being with my friends. but i’m nervous around certain people.” 

“like who?”

“nobody specific– don’t worry about it.” he played it off, making you giggle

the rest of the night you and woonhak barely left the kitchen. he was easy to talk you, like you instantly clicked. there was something about his demeanor that switched the longer you had a conversation with him. he even skipped out on hyping jaehyun to continue speaking to you and making sure you wouldn’t be left on your own.

it was comforting to know that he wasn’t letting his eyes off of you in such a crowded space. but you could barely realize that he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to. you looked so perfect in the multicolor lights that flashed nearby.

you quickly lost track of the time, so entranced by him, that you didn’t notice the slow pile out of people. sungho and leehan came tumbling into the kitchen, completely exhausted.

“hey i’ve been looking everywhere for you guys! we’re leaving right now because jaehyun accidentally slipped and ate shit… it was getting late anyways.” sungho grunted.

“we stuffed his nose bleed with some toilet paper and he’s waiting outside.” leehan perked up from behind sungho.

“ah alright we’re right behind you.” woonhak stood up, tossing his empty solo cup to the trash before leaning out a hand to you.

you held onto the offer graciously, pulling yourself up. but when you were up on your feet, he didn’t let go, leading you outside hand in hand.

“are you cold?” he questioned as the air outside made you shiver.

“just a little, this thin sweater isn’t doing me much justice.” 

a sudden warmth overflowed you as the cardigan woon was wearing made its way over your shoulders. the smell of his cologne immediately englufing you. 

“there, that’s better right?” 

you nod sheepishly, situating yourself on the back of his bike once again. 

once your house came into view, you felt a little sad. the rest of woonhak’s friends filtered out to their houses on the ride back.

 it was maybe one in the morning, but those hours you spent with woonhak would be engraved in your mind forever. you felt stupid getting so attached to him in the span of a day, but how could you not?

“so, this is your stop.” he parked his bike in the grass spot in between your houses, walking you up to your porch

“yeah haha..” you mumble, “thank you a lot for tonight, woon. it was really nice talking and getting to know you.

“it was really nice getting to know you too y/n. and um– you looked really really pretty tonight.” he looked everywhere but at you, still you know he meant it.

“thank you…” you felt very bashful, and didn’t know what to do. so you tried what felt right.

walking closer to him, you took his face in your hands and planted a kiss on his cheek. it was quick, but it sent off fireworks in his stomach.

“was that okay?” you stammer.

“that– that was more than okay.” he places one of his hands on his cheek, his fingers ghosting over where your lips were.

“i’m glad then. goodnight, woon.”

“goodnight, y/n.” 

he watched as you entered your home quietly, not to wake your parents. but as soon as you were out of his view, he was grinning ear to ear, running back to his house and kicking off his shoes. 

as soon as he reached his bedroom, he immediately went up to the window to see you coming into yours. you smiled at him tenderly before shutting your curtains.

that night you slept peacefully thinking about the boy next door, and you knew he did the exact same.

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THE DAY I MET YOU series

[honeytama]

More Than Just a Meal

Vampire!Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Fem!Reader

Gif by @hedonists

A/N: Written for Bunny's ( @cowpokeomens ) Summerween Extravaganza! Be aware that this work talks about visiting the grave of a deceased friend. Please tread carefully if that is a sensitive topic for you personally <3

Summary and Prompts: After returning to your friend's grave in the cemetery at night, you're found by a fiend dressed in all black. He won't let you leave. Not until he's revealed the full extent of his plans with you. Dialogue - “Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will.”  Location - Graveyard

Content and Warnings: Vampire!Jolly, visiting a passed loved one in a cemetery, smut 18+, oral (receiving) against a gravestone (i'm sorry), praise, biting/blood/pain

Word Count: 1.8k

Two years ago, today, you’re best friend passed away. On the first anniversary of her death you chose to visit her grave to leave flowers and talk with her like old times; to share gossip from work and update her on your dating life. This year, you did the same, and it felt better to do it as more time has passed. You heal the friend-sized hole she left in your heart a little bit more every day and visiting her was a huge part of that healing process.

You remember having the friendship bracelet on, the one she made and gave to you years ago, around your wrist. While talking to the air around her gravestone, you twisted the beads in between your forefinger and thumb mindlessly. It was a natural habit as you wore the bracelet every day, to every occasion, and with every outfit.

You’re home now relaxing on your couch having just eaten dinner. You turn the TV on to the new show you've been binging hoping to continue your night, but as you bring your hand to your wrist and try to twist the wooden and crystal beads as usual, your eyes widen. Your wrist is empty.

The couch’s cushions and pillows are turned upside down. Your purse is unloaded onto the dining table. You search your place for thirty minutes while also retracing the steps you took throughout the day.

As you grab your keys, you plan to head to the last place left to look. The cemetery.

—

It was pitch dark out now and you cursed yourself for not changing into something more comfortable. The chill breeze pinched your bare legs as you walked through the graveyard in a black skirt.

While you are in a graveyard at night, something about the atmosphere feels more eerie than you expected. You swear there are a pair of eyes boring into your legs and that there’s a dark figure who continues to come into your peripheral as you try to find your friend’s gravestone. However, every time you turn or stop and listen for anyone else to be around, no one is present.

Reaching the gravestone, the bracelet is there, just placed nicely atop it. The letters BFF face outward as if someone positioned it themselves.

“Thank God,” you said aloud. You slip the bracelet on your wrist and turn to walk back to your car.

“God? You should be thanking me,” the man standing just a few feet in front of you scoffs.

“Holy shit, you scared me,” you yelp. While trying to calm your rising heart rate, you take a glance over him. He towers over you and he’s dressed well. You think that he must have come from a late funeral because he’s dressed from head to toe in all black. “I dont want trouble. I just came back to get this.” You point at your wrist.

“Well, I found it for you,” he smirks and tilts his head. “So, again, you should be thanking me.”

“Sir—” you start to try to walk away past him towards the parking lot.

He puts his arm out to stop you and his hand lands on your bicep. Your skin prickles at his touch. For two distinct reasons: he’s incredibly handsome and his fingers are freezing. “My name is Joakim,” he continues. “I didn’t mean to make you fear me. I just thought—.”

Never have you made a man of this stature stumble on his words before, so you gained curiosity. “You thought what?”

“I thought you looked stunning. Ravishing,” he finishes.

Oh. “Well,” your cheeks burn and you hope he can't see them blush through the dark. “If I thank you for the compliments and for finding my friend’s bracelet, then will you let me go to my car?”

“Of course,” he gives you a soft grin and it makes your chest flutter.

“You’re words are very sweet. I’m flattered,” you put your hands to your chest to send it. “And, thank you for finding my bracelet.”

“You're welcome beautiful, but now that I think about it…” Joakim slides his hands to your waist and pushes you lightly back toward your friend's gravestone. “Finding that for you in this massive place has me quite hungry.”

You should have known this guy was a creep. There was no way he was going to let you leave! Fear cascades over your body once again and you submit to allow him to press you into the stone. The top of it presses firmly into the muscle of your ass. “I’m sorry. I don’t have any food,” you stammer. “Just, please let me go, Joakim.”

“I love the way my name falls from your lips,” he looks down at you with a smile as his thumb passes over your bottom lip. “What’s your name, my sweet,” his voice is low.

Everything inside you screams to not share your name with the stranger pressed against you, but out of fear of what he would do if you refused, you tell him. “Y/N. Y/N is my name.”

“Oh, could just eat you up, Y/N. Maybe I will,” he grumbles in your ear. When he pulls away, he faces you and you can see the inside of his mouth for the first time. The moonlight shines against his canines and you notice they’re longer, pointed, and sharp. His tongue licks over them before asking, sweetly, “Will you let me eat you, Y/N?”

Lust shoots between your thighs and attacks a spot inside of you you’ve never known was there. “What– what do you mean?” You whisper as you clench your thighs together.

“What I mean is… do you want me to give you an experience that will change your life forever? No other man on earth will be able to satiate your need for what I’m about to give you. If you need me to put it frankly, do you want me to make you cum using my tongue while also serving me something I need? Badly.”

You watch as Joakim slowly drops to his knees before you. He sits on the heels of his feet and places his large hands with tattooed knuckles on your knees. Your chest heaves at the sight. It’s irresistible to allow your thighs to spread apart to make room for him revealing the wet spot on your panties to his fixated eyes.

“Y/N, because I need your permission,” he softly pushes your skirt up with his fingertips to reveal higher up your thighs. His cold skin gives you goosebumps, once again. “Give me your answer. Will you let me eat you?”

Were you really about to let this guy eat you out against your deceased best friend’s gravestone? She would approve. “Yes,” is the word that squeaks out of you as you nod at him vigorously.

“Good,” he smirks below you. “Now, get comfortable,” he commands while slipping his fingers underneath your skirt to hook them at the sides of your underwear. The chilled air grazes your pussy and you wince at the temperature change as he pulls them slowly, sensually down your legs. You watch as he slips them in his jacket pocket through your half-lidded eyes.

Your breath hitches as he ducks his head between your legs and your hands immediately bring themselves to the back of his head, interlacing your fingers with his smooth, straight black hair.

Joakim uses his hands to spread you open and his thumbs massage the insides of your thighs as he takes inquisitive first licks to your clit. A gasp is let out of you when he dives deeper; he wraps his lips around your clit and his mustache tickles you incessantly.

“Your arousal tastes so heavenly, Y/N,” he moans against your skin. “You’re so special. I’ve never done this with a human before.”

He’s not human, you think, but the thought leaves you the second it passes through your brain. All you can focus on is his tongue. You feel him taste you; his tongue traveling to dip into your entrance curiously to gather more of your delicious juices. He groans monstrously while lapping and making figure-eights against your clit.

“Joakim, right there,” you whine and pull his head in closer with your hands when he hits the most perfect tempo.

He groans at your praise and it’s so low that it grumbles and vibrates against you. You chanting his name and “right there” also tells him you’re getting closer to your end. So, he decides it’s time for his meal, the one he so badly needed.

Joakim pulls away from your clit and finds a nice, plush spot at your inner thigh. He hisses before sinking his teeth into you and letting blood ooze from the two holes he’s made with his fangs.

“Fuck, ouch!” You wince and look down at Joakim between your legs as he pulls away. Blood drips from his fangs as he smiles eagerly up at you.

You want to curse at him, but the pain of his bite on your thigh turns to pleasure? The feeling between your legs is euphoric and your head spins trying to focus on his face. “I want more,” you whine. “Make me cum and I’ll let you suck me dry.”

“I’ll oblige,” he says before ducking under your skirt again. His tongue moves quickly, quicker than before, as he laps up your blood eagerly and laps at your aching cunt. He makes several other markings in your inner thighs, all demonstrated with pairs of perfect holes he’s left behind. When he finally sucks hard on your skin, to take you for all your worth, that’s when you finally let go on his mouth.

“Joakim, fuck!” You scream his name in the lonely, dark graveyard. You sway your hips and pull him in to ride his face as you get through your orgasm. Your chest heaves and your legs feel like they’re about to slide out from under you, but he catches your hips with his hands to stabilize you.

“Do you want to stand?” He murmurs as he takes out a handkerchief from the inside of his jacket to wipe his bloody mouth clean.

“Mhm,” you whine as you hold onto his shoulders for balance.

“You did so well,” he whispers as he smiles down at you in his arms. “I’ll remember this night forever.”

“Could I have my underwear, please?” You mumble against his chest.

“Well,” he tilts his head and chuckles, “that’s my other way of remembering you by? Maybe you can have them back if you choose to meet me here again.”

“I would love to,” you smile up at him. Honestly, he was right, no other man could match the feeling he gave you tonight.

“Hmm,” he hums. “Before I go…” He reaches under your skirt and softly touches over each of the markings he’s made. The pain of his bites subsides and you look down between your legs. All of them are gone.

“How did you—?” When you look up, a gust of cold air passes by you, and he’s gone.

[beautifulterriblequeen]

Alright if I'm gonna look like a loon (moon ref) about some Aaravos ideas then at least I'm not alone now, LESSGO

Before we get confirmation on the actual title of 605, I wanna share the idea that I haven't been able to shake since "Moonless Night" became a possibility. Because let me tell you, when someone found those words, my gut dropped down a black hole and I wasn't sure why.

I mean, I can kind of guess why. It's the middle episode of the season. Multiple people have said it has wrecked them just to work with it. On that detail alone, I think we can guess who wrote it. And Devon's episodes always hurt me the most (affectionate)!

Why is the concept of a Moonless Night so scary? Lots of reasons come to mind this late in the show. The moon is the primal source for several characters in the show. It's a source of light and normalcy at night. And nights without moonlight are extremely dark. We all know this deep in our DNA already.

We could get Ruthari angst - Runaan suffering without the moon in his coin, trapped in darkness. Ethari suffering without Runaan and the hope and love he brought to his life.

Maybe it's Rayla struggling during a new moon, unable to do her usual moon powers in a clutch moment.

Maybe it's about the stars themselves being all the light that is, and how that's really not much and things are dark and powerful without the balance of other arcanums.

Maybe it's some or all of these.

But here's the thought that won't let me go: Fayla.

From what we think we know, Callum and Rayla get to the Starscraper in episode 4. We've seen images on promotional material, and etc.

But what's troubling me is the bits we got from NYCC attendants last fall, about how in the first episode the pearl is mysteriously empty, and Aaravos is somehow missing from it.

Where has he gone? Is he in Callum somehow? Is he doing things to his brain while he's awake, instead of giving him weird dreams?

And then there's the new twitter podcast account, Banter Lodge, posting a new Dear Callum letter yesterday.

No idea if this is fan-made or a sneak peek yet. But this is what tipped me into "holy shit" territory, because consider this with me for a second:

This letter makes it look like Rayla didn't go with Callum somewhere.

What if that somewhere is the Starscraper.

What if Callum gets all the way there and does all the things he does, and he doesn't realize until he's in the middle of the starry darkness that Rayla was never with him at all, and he has no moon at his side.

Fayla. Fake Rayla.

If his companion, all along, is Aaravos in Rayla's guise, nudging him toward wherever he wants Callum to go.

If he cannot outmatch Callum's love and trust for Rayla, he will simply shift the narrative and become that trusted source. Then, he thinks, Callum will do whatever he wants.

Sleep tight.

[tboybuck]

woke up thinking about this post and now i have to project on my blorbos a little bit cw: bullying, homophobia, mention of parent death

steve is in the first grade when he first becomes aware of eddie munson. it's a friday, which means he's in chapel alongside all the other students at st matthew's, but this morning is different. this morning they're doing a dress rehearsal for the second graders' first communion this weekend. there's a long line of them, right up the center aisle of the chapel in alternating boy-girl order, and everybody is watching them.

most of the second graders are doing just what they should; standing with their shoulders back, hands in front of them in prayer position, awaiting their turn to get to the front of the sanctuary and take the eucharist from father hyde.

there's one boy, though, who can't seem to stand still.

ants in his pants, as steve's mother would say. and that's no good for chapel, for mass this weekend when the boy will take the holy sacrament for the first time.

he's a little smaller than the rest of his grade, scrawny almost. his hair's a mop of unruly dark curls and he's got big brown eyes that take up most of his face. his faded trousers are an inch or so too short, showing off a strip of white sock beneath. steve's father would have never let him out of the house showing white sock beneath black trousers. the boy's belt is tightened to the very last hole.

sister ignatius hovers behind the boy, just to his right, with her severe brow pulled into a scowl and her long wooden ruler clutched in her hand.

"munson better cool it," tommy whispers at steve's side. "sister ignatius is gonna get him with that ruler of hers."

but eddie munson can't stand still, and he doesn't even get to father hyde before he catches sister ignatius' ruler across the thigh. he looks like his eyes might be welling with tears after she does it, but he stills, and he forces his body to remain as still as possible until the dress rehearsal is through

--

when steve is in the fourth grade, he's chosen to play joseph in st matthew's nativity play. eddie munson - still wild, still scrawny, still incapable of being still or quiet for more than a couple of minutes at a time - has for some godawful reason been chosen as the angel gabriel.

eddie munson doesn't take anything seriously, and the nativity play is no different. during practice and rehearsal, sister ignatius has to chase him all throughout the sanctuary while he dives beneath pews and hides under the altar and inside the hollow back of the pulpit.

steve thinks eddie munson is too old to be acting like this.

when the day finally comes, though, and they perform the nativity, munson delivers. for all the screwing around he did at practice and rehearsal, he really comes through and he shines as gabriel.

he's a touch dramatic, and his voice carries a little further than the rest of them, but there's a man and a woman in the second row of pews that smile at eddie like he is the star of both of their entire worlds as he takes a bow at the end.

the woman is young, her eyes big and dark in the same way eddie munson's are, her hair big and dark and curly. eddie's mother, for sure. the man at her side, though... that's not eddie's dad. steve's not sure how he knows it, but he does.

eddie is scooped into a hug by his mother when all is said and done, and the man at her side lays a companionable hand atop his head.

it's the happiest steve has ever seen eddie munson. the calmest, the most grounded.

--

steve is in the sixth grade when he watches eddie munson get expelled from st matthews.

he heard through the grapevine that eddie's mom died over the summer. he doesn't know the specifics but munson was out of school a lot last spring. they're not friends, barely even acquaintances, so steve doesn't offer any empty condolences when he sees eddie in the hallway between classes their first day back in the fall.

by the end of the week everything falls to shit.

steve's got no idea what or who started it, but when he comes across the scene in the hallway there are three boys surrounding eddie munson. they have eddie on his knees. one boy has a hand fisted in eddie's hair, pulling his head back at an uncomfortable angle, and the two other boys are taking turns hitting him.

the boys are using words that steve has never heard before.

fag. queer. cocksucker.

eddie munson's mouth is bleeding. there's nothing behind his eyes. he looks numb, almost dead himself. the boy holding munson down tightens his hand in his hair and pulls back again.

he says to eddie, "good thing your mom died before she found out what kinda faggot her kid is, huh?" and for the briefest moment, steve sees a flash of fire in his eyes.

and then eddie spits in the face of his attacker. he sprays blood across the other boy's face and all three of them go very very still before dropping eddie in a heap on the ground and running off to find an adult.

steve considers going to eddie, helping him up off the hallway floor, but eddie munson levels him with a hard stare and says, "fuck off."

eddie doesn't come back to st matthews after that, and over the next few years steve begins to hear rumors about him; he worships the devil, he's dealing drugs. he's gay.

--

in the spring of '86, when steve pulls on eddie's battle vest in the hazy nightmare of the upside down, there's a rosary in the pocket.

[makethatelevenrings]

Angel by the Wing - TWO

Wow, holy shit, a lot of y’all really liked part one!!! Thank you so much friends. Here’s to plenty more chapters :)

Chapter Warnings: smut (18+ ONLY), all smut is consensual and enthusiastic

Series Masterlist

You had been living in San Diego for two months when you had stumbled into Sarah Kazansky by chance. Literally, stumbled into her. You had been perusing the shelves of the grocery store on the hunt for lentils when a cart crashed into your hip. She was so horrified about not paying attention and clipping you that she practically demanded that she buy your groceries. You, of course, refused, but you did take her up on her offer for some Starbucks.

Sarah was lovely, humorous, and kind. She pried your closely guarded story out of your mouth and took you under her wing. You met her family and also encouraged you to quit your shitty waitressing job and apply at a local bar, citing that she knew the owner.

Eight months ago, your sorry ass stumbled into the Hard Deck with your resume clenched tightly in one hand and your pride in the other. Penny Benjamin took one look at your pathetic, sad eyes and hired you on the spot. Penny and Amelia practically adopted you right then and there, no matter how hard you tried to push them away. The Benjamins wouldn’t take no for an answer, even bringing you along to holiday celebrations with the rest of their family.

Which landed you here, the manager of Top Gun recruit’s favorite bar. Penny was an amazing boss and the bell kept most unruly customers at bay. It helped that there were built in bouncers in the form of the naval aviators swarming the bar every night.

Aviators like Jacob “Hangman” Seresin who was currently railing you.

Your fingers curled tightly around your pillow as his thick cock slid into your sopping hole. You arched your back, aiding his thrusting to reach a deeper part of your cunt. He gasped out a stuttered laugh as his dick sunk further into your clenching pussy and you grinned.

“Fuck, darlin’, I sure missed you.”

His teeth enclosed around the meat of your shoulder and he sucked a dark hickey onto your skin as he drilled into you. You bit out a gasping moan as he grabbed your chin and forced your head up.

“Lemme hear you, darlin’. Wanna see that pretty little face when you come around my cock.”

“Jake,” you whined. His other hand came down to run along your swollen clit and you bucked your hips back, but he draped his chest over your back and forced you back down onto the covers.

Jake was always a pushy lover. He made sure you came, of course, but he wasn’t afraid to mark you up. Your mind filtered back to that hotel room in Virginia for just a second. How he grasped your thigh so gently and kissed you through the stretch of his penetration. The way you breathed his callsign into his kiss…

You cunt tightened around Jake’s cock and he grunted before pulling out and bullying his way back in. God, you loved the feeling of him filling you up. He always made sure to bottom out, stretching you full and making sure your body responded to his touch. He loved watching you come apart on his cock, drunk with the taste of his cum on your tongue and his spit.

Your eyes rolled back as he rubbed firm circles over your clit and your pussy spasmed around his dick, milking his orgasm from him that spilled into the condom. Jake’s hips stuttered as his thrusts slowed and then stilled. Silence enveloped the small room, the only noise being the harsh breathing shared between you two.

“Well, damn,” you finally sighed. “I should tell you about how good other guys treat me more often.”

Jake let out a low growl and laid a gentle bite on your ass. “You do that, darlin’. Just as long as you remember that no one can make you feel as good as I do.”

He slowly slid out of you, leaving you sore and empty. You let your body fall down on the mattress below you and sighed in relief as your muscles finally got a break. Jake’s calloused hand ran up your spine and rested on the back of your neck, right over the hickey Bradley had left just three days prior.

When you got back to San Diego, Jake still hadn’t returned from training new pilots. But when you came knocking on his door tonight after getting a text from him that he was back, he had seen the bruises littering your neck and drove you straight to his place where he fucked every thought out of your head.

Twice. Once last night and once this morning.

“I need a shower,” you grunted. You could feel the curve of his smile against your shoulder and you rolled your eyes. “No, you cannot and will not be joining me. You horny idiot.”

“Can’t blame a guy for trying, sugar. You’re just so sweet.”

“And you’re so incredibly cheesy.”

He laid on his side and watched you as you rolled off his bed. Grinning, you bent down and stole a kiss from him. Jake’s hand came up to cup the back of your head and he tugged your lip between his teeth. You pressed a hand against his chest to shove him back down on the pillows, disconnecting his lips from yours.

“Wanna do me a favor, flyboy?” you hummed as you traced circles on his pecs.

“Anything you need, darlin’.”

“Make some of those famous waffles of yours.”

His green eyes studied your face for a moment, some unspoken emotion flickering across his sparkling gaze for a second before returning back to his charming self. “Of course. I need that shower after you so don’t go wasting all the hot water.”

“Yeah, yeah. What time do you have to be on base?”

“Later than usual. Got a meeting at eleven.”

You threw a wink over your shoulder and sauntered off to his bathroom, taking full advantage of the large shower and jets that sent warm water coursing over your skin. You could hear Jake moving around the kitchen and you grinned. That boy truly made the best damn waffles in the world and he refused to tell you his secret recipe.

Instead of wearing your clothes from the night before, you opted to pull on some underwear from your overnight bag and one of his old USNA shirts. Jake was frowning down at the waffle maker, the crease between his brows making him look like a petulant child being put in timeout.

“Did you put chocolate chips in mine?” you asked as you climbed onto one of the barstools on the other side of the island. He let out an indignant snort at your question and nudged a plate of waffles at you. Butter was already melting across the top of the stack and you eagerly grabbed the bottle of some of the finest store bought, sugar ladened maple syrup that money could buy.

“I would never hear the end of it if I forgot,” he teased. You smirked and lifted a forkful up to your mouth. A sinful moan escaped you at the first taste of those buttery waffles on your tongue. If you were being honest, you didn’t keep coming to Jake for the sex. It was his cooking, for sure.

“Are you coming by the bar after work?” You hopped down from the bar stool and made a beeline for his Keurig. Popping in his favorite coffee pod and starting up the machine, you turned around and leaned back against the counter. Before you was one of your favorite sights. Jake shirtless, his back flexing as he pulled another waffle off of the iron and poured batter on for a new one. It made a tendril of want shoot up through your core, but you tamped it down. You didn’t have time for a second shower today.

“Of course I am, sweets. Javy and I will both be there.”

“Oh, he’s back in town?”

Jake glanced over his shoulder and nearly stuttered to a stop at the sight of you leaning against his counter with his shirt draped across your chest and the soft skin of your legs on full display. The two of you had been playing this game for half a year now.

That month away from you had been spent with his hand wrapped around his cock in the small dorms provided on base for visiting officers and fuck, he missed you. Not that he would ever admit it out loud. You cocked your head to the side, your brow furrowing.

“What? Do I have something on my face?”

He grinned. “Nah. Coffee ready yet?”

“Sir, yes, sir.”

His grip tightened minutely on the spatula in his hand as his sweats tightened around his groin. Fucking hell, that was a new one.

Eight months ago, Jacob Seresin laid eyes on you behind the counter at the Hard Deck, and he knew that he was a fucking goner. Your first night behind the counter, a smirking blond swaggered up to the counter and tried to sweet talk you. Key word, tried.

“Hiya, doll. Name’s Hangman. Figured I’d tell you now so you can be prepared to scream it later.” Without even looking up from the draft you were pulling, you had shot him down by simply reaching behind yourself and ringing the bell. You shot him a pleased smile and waved goodbye, leaving him to return to Javier with his proverbial tail tucked between his legs.

After that, he knew he wanted you. He wore you down over the next few months until you tumbled into his bed.

It was just a transaction between two friends who needed to get their rocks off. He was hot and willing and you were horny and interested. Sue you, you liked sex. There’s no ulterior reason as to why you like sex. There wasn’t some deep psychological reasoning. You just did. You liked to feel pleased and you liked to give pleasure. If someone has a problem with that, it says a lot more about their sex life than yours.

Jake was fully aware that you slept with other people, just like you knew he slept with others when you weren’t available. The two of you were fine with that, because this wasn’t a relationship. Just two friends. Two friends who kept gravitating together, despite him being a raging asshole and you being closed off to the world. Just two messy people finding their way between the sheets.

“What’s on your mind, flyboy?” Your voice broke him out of his thoughts and he shrugged.

“Work.” The lie came easy enough. You narrowed your eyes at his short response. The machine beeped and you brought him his coffee before starting on your own.

“What about work?”

Jake turned around so he could grab the sugar off of one of the higher shelves for you. When he set it down on the counter, he also placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“That’s classified, sugar.”

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[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Good girl

Warning: smut, rough, fluff, swearing

You roll over, feeling the empty side of the bed with sadness. You stare at the ceiling, your eyes adjusting to the darkness. The time on your phone reads 1am and you feel exhausted but for some reason, sleep evades you. You don’t like this feeling. You want to get out of bed and find something that will occupy your time but you know nothing will help. You’ve spent the last few months starting midnight activities but you grow tired of everything after a few hours, eventually ending up back in bed staring at the ceiling. You roll over and decide to will yourself to sleep. If your body can’t do it on its own, you’ll use the power of your mind to make it.

He kisses down your body, his lips stopping once he reaches your core. Your body heats and you writhe at the thought of what is coming. He smirks down at you with that all knowing look in his eyes. He slips his finger between your folds and slides up down, collecting your slick on the tip of his index finger. He pulls it out and brings it to his lips, sucking on it with a moan.

“Always so delicious for me baby,” he compliments and he closes his eyes and licks his lips.

He lies himself flat on the bed and places his face between your legs. You jump involuntarily at the feeling of his breath on your hot pussy as he blows softly. He kisses up your thigh, teasing you for as long as possible before you can’t take it anymore and you have to beg.

“Please Colson,” you whine desperately. “Please stop teasing me.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

And with that, he jams his mouth onto your warm folds, sucking hard on your clit. You convulse on the bed as an overwhelming orgasm rips through your body. You cry out as he licks and sucks your clit. He slips two fingers into your hole and curls them. You sit bolt upright, crying out again as wave after wave of pleasure hits you.

You’re suddenly wide awake. There’s a dim light streaming in from the hallway but that’s not what disturbed you. A hot, sweating feeling envelops you as you suddenly realise you’re not alone anymore. Someone is under the sheets, their face buried between your legs, recreating everything you were just dreaming of. Were you even dreaming? You pull the sheet away and Colson’s deep blues eyes are staring up at you mischievously. He’d probably be smiling at you too if his mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied.

“Mmm…nice of you to join me baby,” Colson coos in between mouthfuls of your pussy.

“Oh fuck, Kells? When the…holy fuck- When did you…ahhh…get home?” you stutter as pleasure wave after pleasure wave propels through you. 

“About…an 20 minutes ago.”

Your belly tightens with each flick and suck of his tongue. You lie back against your pillow, lacing your fingers into his hair and tugging roughly. He groans at the feeling and slips two fingers into your hole. You squirm and cry out at the new feeling of satisfaction. Like an itch that you didn’t know was there finally getting scratched. The speed of his fingers doesn’t start slow and build as normal. They’re fast and accurate as Colson curls them exactly right, hitting your g-spot every damn time.

“Oh fuck Kells, I’m gonna c-cummmmm!” you cry out as the coil in your stomach snaps and your orgasm crashes over you.

Colson doesn’t give you any time to recover. He pulls his fingers out, tearing his t-shirt off and pulls his sweats down just enough for his dick to be freed and slams into you. Your walls are still tight and contracting and he growls at the way your pussy wraps around him. He pushes into hard, his hand wrapping around your throat stiffly. Your breathing becomes more restricted but you’re in such ecstasy that you hardly even notice.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy…My good little slut been waiting for daddy to get home?” Colson grunts through clenched teeth. You nod and he growls again. “Say it!”

“I’ve been a naughty slut waiting for daddy to come home and fuck me good,” you strain between stiffened breathing and blissful pleasure.

“That’s my good girl.”

Colson suddenly grinds his hips harshly and you’re completely filled with his unimaginable length. You cry out in pain but that only encourages him to continue. Another orgasm takes over and you tighten around him again. Colson doesn't let up and slips his hand between you to roll his finger over your clit. The added stimulation to your already sensitive area causes you to squirt all over him and his eyes darken. He lets go of your neck and grabs your leg to drape it over his shoulder, hitting your g-spot from a new angle. You shudder at the new feeling. Colson reaches under your t-shirt to pinch your nipples between his thumb and index finger. You’re practically panting like a rabid dog at this point and you can tell he’s loving every second of your vulnerable state.

“I’m going to cum so hard all over you that you’re going to be wearing my jizz like a fucking shirt,” Colson grunts as he hips begin to lose their rhythm. He drops your leg and buries his face in your neck, biting and sucking at your skin.

“Mmm yes daddy, cover me with your cum,” you moan, racking your fingernails down his back. 

He pulls back from you, slipping his dick out of you so he can pump his swollen meat in his large palm. Without warning, he sprays you with warm, sticky jizz all over your stomach and tits. He curses and moans your name as he shudders with wave after wave of cum. You scoop up some of it with your fingers and slip them into your mouth, licking them clean. Colson watches you so intensely that you do it again and again until eventually there’s nothing left on you.

“So delicious daddy,” you moan with satisfaction and his eyes darken again.

“If you keep talking like that, I’m going to have to fuck you again.”

“I missed you,” you murmur, resting on your elbows to look into his eyes.

“I missed you more,” he grins at you proudly.

Colson wraps his fingers around the back of your neck and pulls you up to meet his lips, kissing you hungrily. You return his desperation with your own, linking your arms around the back of his neck and your legs around his waist you can koala against him. He lifts you off the bed, kicking his pants and boxers off in the process, and carries you to the ensuite, switching the shower on. He holds you up so you can pull your tank top over your head and steps you both under the water.

Colson doesn’t make any attempt to put you down, instead working around you to wash both your bodies, like you weigh absolutely nothing to him. You start to shiver as he holds you against the wall, kissing every part of your skin that his lips can reach. He switches the water off and steps out of the shower. Your legs eventually begin to ache and you wriggle your way down his body to stand. He wraps you in your favourite big fluffy towel and you dry yourself. He does the same and you both step back into your bedroom, ready for sleep.

You flick the hallway light off and close your bedroom door. You pad over to your large king size bed and settle in beside Colson. You lay your head on his chest and Colson snuggles you into his side securely. You feel whole again. The last few months of loneliness completely forgotten as the man you love holds you in his arms again. You sigh happily and Colson chuckles at your contentment.

“I hate to leave but I love coming home to you,” he admits in your hair, breathing in your vanilla scented shampoo.

“I just love you,” you whisper into his neck.

“I love you, my beautiful.”

[punkrockmads]

Enough

Abby x GN! Reader

You're the friend that always looks out for everyone. You're reliable, caring, kind, and people know they can come to you for help. You're a shoulder for people to cry on and the person that makes everyone happy with your bright smile. But nobody can see your light slowly dying. Your smile is slowly fading, and the facade has begun to crack.

Tw: mentions of depression

"Yo, Y/N!" Manny smiles as Jordan helps him limp over to you, his leg stretched out with a makeshift splint.

"Holy shit!" You gasp, looking over Manny's leg. "How did this happen?"

"Fell through the floor of some building." Manny chuckles. "You okay with taking my patrol today? The team could really use that pretty smile of yours."

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms as you smile at Manny. "Yeah, I got it." You nod. "When are they heading out?"

"Not for a few hours." Manny replies as Jordan sits him on a bench. Thankfully the infirmary is pretty empty, so you're able to rush around and get what you need to patch up Manny's leg without bumping into anyone. "Remember your pendant this time. There's rookies at the gate."

"I forgot it once." You glare, bandaging Manny's leg with a new splint. "I'm already wearing it."

"That's a shocker." Jordan scoffs, grinning. "How many times did you lose that thing when we were kids?"

"In my defense, jewelry is impractical." You mutter, cleaning up the supplies.

"It is if you have to spend an hour looking for it before every assignment." Jordan says, nudging Manny with a laugh.

"Yeah yeah, laugh it up." You sigh, taking off your apron you wear around the infirmary. "Nora's gonna check on your leg in a bit. Go chill out." You say, writing a note for Nora.

"Thanks, Y/N." Manny says as you leave with a small nod.

Later that day, you find yourself squished between Abby and Leah in the back of a military truck. The two are talking about some book they'd read. Usually, you'd be completely invested in their conversation. Especially since you've always had feelings for Abby and her voice alone could make you melt into a puddle.

But lately, you haven't had much interest in anything. Everything feels so dull. So instead of watching Abby, you stare ahead at the boots of the Firefly seated across from you. His laces were beginning to fray. You jump a little when a hand squeezes your shoulder, head whipping up to look at Abby.

Abby gives you an amused smile. "Sorry." She chuckles. "Just wanted to make sure you were alive." Her smile falters a bit, something flickering in her expression. "You okay?" Her voice is soft. It almost makes you crack. Instead, you nod, putting on your brightest smile.

"I'm good." You assure her, feeling your heart ache at the lie. "Not enough sleep." You laugh.

The patrol is exhausting. And by the time you get back to your small apartment, you're just ready to go to bed. You throw your jacket onto your desk chair, kicking off your shoes before sitting on your unmade bed. Everything feels so numb. Your chest aches like you're being crushed. You lay back, falling into a black hole. It's silence is deafening, your fingertips tingling. Nothing feels okay.

Depression is eating at you, and you've been dealing with it all alone. You can't even cry, too exhausted and too numb. How long can you keep this up? How long can you pretend everything is fine? Everybody thinks of you as a joy; a light in their lives. It would crush them. But... the pressure is crushing you. Can anyone even see you're in pain?

Abby sees it. She has for weeks, but you've lied about it every time she's brought it up. She sees right through you. That's why, when you hear a knock on the door, you're greeted with Abby's worried frown. The frown you hate seeing the most. The frown you wish you could prevent forever. "Hey." She greets quietly, and you're pulled from your dark, cold mind.

"Hey." You reply, forcing a small smile. "What's up?"

"Can I come in?" Abby asks, and her face is serious. Silently, you nod, stepping out of the way. You close the door as Abby sits on your bed, suddenly feeling anxious. She looks at you as if she's studying you, trying to find something you're unsure of.

"Abby?" You frown, sitting beside her. "Is something wrong?"

"You tell me." Abby suggests softly, and suddenly you're swallowing a lump in your throat. "Don't lie, Y/N. I can see something's hurting you." Her voice isn't confrontational at all. In fact, it's soothing, almost pleading. In the blink of an eye, you find yourself crying silently. Abby's eyes fill with worry as she reaches over, squeezing your shoulders gently. "What's wrong?" She asks. "Do you wanna talk about it?" She allows you the option to stay quiet, silently begging that you won't. That you'll let her in.

"I'm just so tired." You admit with a choked sob. You wrap your arms around Abby tightly, crying into her shoulder. "I hate everything!" You continue, voice muffled by the soft cotton of her tee shirt. "I try so hard to make everyone happy! To keep everyone safe! And it's never enough!"

Abby wraps her arms around you, letting you talk, letting you be heard. She lets you cry for what feels like hours. That powerful, overwhelming cry that had been building for so long, swallowing you whole.

After a while, your cries go quiet, and the sobs turn to sniffles. Abby rubs your back, letting you calm down. "You are doing more than enough." She whispers. "I promise. You are not responsible for making everyone happy all the time, okay?" She rocks the two of you side to side gently. "You do not have to take care of everyone."

"Thank you." You whisper, closing your eyes. "I'm sorry I ruined your shirt."

"You didn't ruin it." Abby laughed softly. "It's just a little wet spot." You pull away, looking at Abby. "You're exhausted, aren't you?" She asked with a small smile.

"Yeah." You nod. "I have been for a really long time." You admit with a sigh.

"Get some sleep, okay? We'll talk more later." Abby says.

"Will you stay?" You ask hesitantly.

Abby looks surprised for a moment, before a smile appears on her face. "Of course." She nods.

[disneyanddisneyships]

@gyubby99 ..........

Alastor x OC smut

Warnings: smut smut smut. Alastor being out of character (I tried my best), smut is not my strong suit. Squirting, oral (f receiving), piv sex, alastor being completely feral. A it of fluff at the end. Pls don't judge me 😭😭

Aponi's eyes fluttered open gently as a warm breeze wafted in through the window.

She sighed contentedly with a small smile before swinging her arm back softly to feel for her boyfriend. Only to be met with emptiness on the other side.

Sitting up, she yawned and stretched, rubbing her eyes free of her tiredness.

As she processed the morning, she heard noises in the bathroom, the door closed.

With a raised eyebrow she stood up, fixing her pajama shorts as she walked to the bathroom and opened the door.

She chuckled when she was met with the image of the Radio Demon brushing his teeth.

"Is there an even you're going to or something?" She asked, leaning against the door frame as he finished brushing his teeth.

"No my dear! I just... wanted to brush my teeth before I did something!" He explained, getting exceptionally close to his butterfly.

"And what were you gonna do?" Aponi asked before walking into the bathroom herself to brush her hair.

Alastor stayed silent before speaking up.

"Its the first day of October my Darling," he stated, an awkward smile plastered on his face.

Aponi stopped what she was doing, a blush creeping up onto her face.

"That still doesn't explain why you were brushing your teeth," she joked, looking back at herself in the mirror.

Alastor's smile became dark, and somewhat scary as he grabbed her by her waist and all but threw her onto her bed.

"What-" she chuckled breathily "Alastor? What're you-" she was cut off by Alastor crashing his lips into hers.

She hummed into the kiss. It was loving.

Alastor spoke with actions. He wanted her to know he loved her.

As aponi sighed dreamily into the kiss, alastor changed it so it was hungrier.

Grabbing her wrists, he pinned them over her head, rendering her helpless.

His lips moved down her body as he all but ripped off her clothes.

"Hey! You owe me new pj's," she complained, only to be silenced when he spread her legs.

She attempted to close them.

"Hey woah, you don't have to do that," she stated.

"But darling, you smell so good," Alastor stated, not taking his eyes off of her wet cunt.

Aponi blushed. "Yeah but I doubt you'd like that... this is about you baby. Not me," she muttered.

Alastor chuckled darkly, using his strength to pry her legs open wider.

"You're right. And I would love if you'd let me do this for you, my dear," he stated, finally meeting her eyes, asking her genuinely.

Aponi bit her lip. "If you're into that.. then... okay," she smiled softly.

In a blink of an eye, Alastor's lips wrapped around her clit.

She let out a gasp and a moan as her hands shot down to tangle in his hair.

"Holy shit," she gasped as alastor licked a stripe up her folds. "Should I be jealous of whoever taught you to do that?" She asked, attempting to make a joke.

Alastor only hummed in response, sending up vibrations of pleasure throughout her body.

He smiled against her heat as his tongue dipped into her hole, chuckling darkly as he heard her gasp. His nose pressed against her clit as he ate her out.

"Oh fuck-!" She exclaimed as she clenched her thighs around his head.

Alastor moved his mouth up so he was suckinh on her bundle of nerves before two of his fingers entered her, moving in and out at an alarmingly slow pace.

Aponi bit down on her knuckle, trying not to meant too loud.

Her poor neighbors.

"Alastor please don't stop- don't stop-" she begged as her hips moved against him, her orgasm approaching quickly.

"M'so close.. please don't stop!" She slurred as her head fell back onto the pillows.

Her eyes widened as she felt empty.

"Al, what the fuck?" She asked as she gasped, trying to catch her breath.

In the blink of an eye, he was on top of her, his eyes crazed as he pinned her arms down by her sides.

He kissed her violently and she moaned, still being able to taste herself on his lips.

She gasped as she felt his cock prod at her entrance.

When had he gotten undressed? She asked herself as she struggled to move.

As he practically shoved himself inside of her, she gasped out an "I love you".

The lights flickered red and Alastor grew in size, his eyes glowing and his antlers growing.

Aponi gasped as she felt him grow inside of her as well.

He flipped her over so she was on her stomach, her ass in the air as he pounded into her.

She gasped and let out a broken moan as she grabbed the bedsheets tightly, her nails digging into her skin of her palm through the fabric.

Alastor moved one of his hands down her stomach to where he could feel himself inside of her. He pushed down, causing him to grunt at how tight his beautiful girlfriend was.

Aponi moaned, tears pricking her eyes as they rolled back into her head.

His thrusts got sloppier than they already were.

He grabbed a fistful of her hair, tugging it harshly so her back was pressed against him.

Her arm moved so her gand was on his back, her elbow next to his head.

Her nails scratched harshly on his skin, the scratches starting to bleed.

His thrusts got faster at the pain before he grabbed her hips harshly, definitely leaving a bruise as he kissed her neck, sucking on the space where her neck me ther shoulder.

"Alastor~!" She moaned as she tensed up, her release hitting her like a truck.

Alastor didn't stop. He was relentless as he chased his own orgasm.

Aponi gasped at the overstimulation as one of his hands moved town to play with her clit.

"A-alastor s'too much, baby.... Alastor!" She moaned as she felt herself squirt on him.

He let himself release inside of her, riding out his high slowly until his hips came to a stop and his full demon form faded away

Aponi collapsed onto the bed, catching her breath.

"Shit," she hissed as she felt every last bit of soreness in her body.

Alastor moved to lay down next to her, pulling her gently so her head rested on his chest.

After laying for a few minutes, apini spoke up.

"Wait so you cleaned your mouth so you could eat me out?" She asked, a smirk on her face.

"I shall not confirm nor deny anything, darling!" He stated, a blush on his face.

Aponi sighed happily before kissing his cheek.

"I love you," she muttered.

"I love you as well, my dear," he smiled, genuinely.