#Arch shaped aligner sheets

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[maskedblogie]

CW: Unprotected sex, fingering, ass smacking, dad's best friend, age gap, reader is in early 20s with König in late 30s, rough sex

a/n: Thanks for my love to help me visualize this<3

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dbf!König that's such a sweetheart to you, your dad wouldn't think much of it since all his mates would love your personality and style, yet König loves your body. He loves your throat, your warm cunt, and your tight asshole.

Whenever your dad would invite his mates to some party, he'd obviously join, not for food or the main party, but for you. He loves to just sneak upstairs and intrude barge into your room to see you in shorts that were tight on your butt and a crop top.

Oh fuck. You'd be swinging your legs while laying on your stomach just scrolling on your phone until you feel something poking you from behind. You panic and turn around but he already pinned your back down.

“Calm down, baby. It's jus'me. Wanna fuck this pussy badly.” He'd mutter before ripping off your shorts along with your panties in a swift movement, revealing your plump round ass with your dry cunt.

He then started to rub his finger on your folds and kept you pinned on the bed with his weight while his other hand was on your face, pushing two digits in your mouth to shut you up.

“Gotta make this pussy mine. Yeah? Make this all wet f'me.” You'd squirm from his weight which only makes your back arch further, whimpering due to his digits moving in your mouth as you swirled your tongue around it.

It doesn't take long for you to be wet, he kissed the top of your head and pushed a single finger into your wet folds, making you moan in pleasure and cause your thighs to shake. König would then push his two fingers deeper into your mouth until it reaches the back of your throat, making you gag and roll your eyes back.

He then pumps his finger in and out of your cunt that eventually makes a squelching sound that's almost embarrassing to hear, he then laughed to humiliate you when you're just moaning due to him.

König adds another finger, the stretch from just two of his fingers is indescribable. How can his fingers be so long and thick? Your whole body is already shaking from just him fingering your pussy.

“K-König-! Please... Oh God- it feels s'good..!”

He'd just laugh at you. Telling you how naughty you are for feeling good when it was your dad's friend who's fingering you, making you feel pleasured. König would remove his fingers from your cunt and would start to unbuckle his belt while keeping you pressed down on the bed.

König would force you to get on your knees and hold your hair in one hand, with his other under your body and playing with your clit, he aligned his thick fat cock on your open folds and pushed himself in, pushing your head deeper into the sheets as you scream.

“König! It's s-so big! Be gentle pleas-”

Your begging would fall on deaf ears as he drills his cock into you in a fast pace, holding up your hair to force you into lifting your head up. Thrusting in and out as your pussy molded to fit the shape of his fat veiny cock, you feel everything as he keeps on moving his hips faster.

Fuck. You feel so guilty about this. Wanting this to continue until you can't walk but wanting this to stop as well since you're letting your dad's bestfriend to fuck you as he likes.

But you never stopped, you moaned and whined at each thrust of his, his fingers moving rapid circles around your clit as he thrusts harder into you. The tip of his cock hitting your cervix and you swear he's pushing past it.

Your body would move up on the bed at each thrust from how powerful it was, his hand tightening on your hair and pulling it further while playing with your clit which made you reach your high in minutes.

Your toes would curl as you bounce your ass to his hips to make yourself cum, he removed his fingers from your clit and you felt an immediate sting on your ass cheeks and you came immediately. Your warm cum leaving a white ring on his lower shaft near his balls.

“Fuck- you came when I smacked your ass? Filthy whore.” König would degrade you, knowing you like it and you just went limp on the bed, shaking badly as your cum dripped down the bedsheets beneath your pussy.

[tinycozycomfort]

flowering

pairing: jackson era!joel miller x f!reader

day four of @pascalisbaby and i's joeltober: degradation -> read her day four here

summary: Always itching to be blamed for something, just so he can try and redeem himself; some kind of penance has sunk its teeth into the soft belly of his desire, staking its hold.

warnings/tags: degradation/humiliation kink, sub!joel, name calling (whore) + pet names (sweetheart, honey), misuse of underwear (i know), c*ck grinding, finger sucking, edging

word count: 1.4k

rating: explicit! 18+ only, mdni

a/n: yes this is late. yes i will beg for forgiveness.

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“I didn’t even talk to her.”

“That’s exactly right—you did nothing. Just stood there with that stupid look on your face while she tried to touch you. And you let her.”

Joel is panting under the arch of your legs so hard that you have to readjust your body, rocking your hips back to allow his chest more space to swell. His cock catches on the downturn, the wet film of your still-attached underwear enveloping his head. 

You stifle a laugh at the hiss that leaks through his teeth, leaning forward to compensate for the new position—a small mercy—thighs bracketing the knobs of his waistline, seam of your cunt aligned with the underside of his length, hot and slick and what has to be painful for him at this point. 

The lip of cotton around your waist curls with resistance, tugging at where it’s wedged between his stomach and the mash of your joint movements, trapping him inside. 

“I didn’t mean any of it, you know that.” 

“I don’t care if you didn’t mean it, Joel. If you want to act like a whore, I’m going to treat you like one,” you tsk at him, stale, like you can’t believe you have to spell it out for him, “Falling over at the attention of any woman willing to look at you, even when I’m in the same room. You earned this—remember that.”

You careen yourself into a start again, little jostling thrusts that make the material holding you together peel and reattach with a wet slap on each pass. Your clit rubs against the ridge that separates his tip and you moan, light and sweet and selfish, your head thrown over your shoulder. You can hear the sheet stretch to accommodate his fist under you, the uptick of his whining; you beam.

“N-No, fuck, please–” He tries desperately to keep himself still, knowing better than to extend his punishment. He’s been at the edge of something he doesn’t deserve more than a few times over the last hour, the glide of your heat over him and cruel delivery of your words enough to have him on the verge of absent, dizzy with pleasure. 

You almost feel a twinge of guilt until you peer down to find he’s squeezed his eyes shut to remain focused, to keep his release at bay; he likes this, asks for it, he’d much rather be good than come. 

You hold a moment to just take him in—the soft haze of sweat that mists his face, the curl his hair takes in the presence of it, the twinkling sheen around his mouth of everything he couldn’t clean up with his tongue after he'd eaten you through two orgasms. He has the sweetest flush flowering across the flat of his cheeks, every bit as pretty as he insists he’s not, even more so when he finally allows himself to unfurl.   

Joel knows you’re looking, rolls his neck like he can hide—always dipping into a place of embarrassment over your attention. His eyes blink open and beyond his squirming you can see a shimmering glaze—that need that demands a cruel hand. Always itching to be blamed for something, just so he can try and redeem himself; some kind of penance has sunk its teeth into the soft belly of his desire, staking its hold. They fall in tandem now, hand in hand—one can’t exist without the other.

Joel loses his words, mouth floundering open and shut, so you wrap a hand around the line of his jaw to center him, fingers dimpling the skin over his teeth until you can make out the shape of each hard lump.

“No what, honey? Try it again.” 

“I’m sorry. I don’t want to be a whore. Let me make it up to you, please.” A fold of bone in his finger twitches at his side, the dragging motion rippling the bed near your ankle; his tell, he’s close. You are, too, the spool of liquid fire in your core unwinding, sloshing until it licks at your spine. You love to see him like this, so eager to do right by you after an offense he hadn’t even committed.

“So earlier when you said you didn’t do anything wrong, were you lying? Or are you lying now?”

“I was lying before. I was a whore, but I don’t want to be. I want to be good,” he breathes, and that’s what you’ve been waiting for, there’s that declaration—of better, of changing, of promise.

“Of course you do, sweetheart. It was a horrible thing you did, so I can’t just let you fuck me. What good would that do?” You pause the swing of your hips, bending at the waist so you can rub the crest of your nose against his neck, his jaw still gathered in your clutch. 

Trained to answer, he doesn’t hesitate, “Nothing.” 

“Right again,” you tap your longer fingers against his cheek and he preens, taking any reward he can get, “What should we do about this, then?” It’s as much a check-in as it is a threat, trying to gauge just how much more of this almost-there he can take—though you assume he’d toe this line until his body gave out, relishing in the feeling of being afforded repentance. 

“Let me make you come again. Wanna taste you.” Joel’s voice is broken, hoarse, and as much as you want to allow him his atonement, the thick shape of his cock isn’t lost on you, the pulse from within it thrumming devastatingly hard on your clit. You want to feel him, want to be able to have him undo you once he’s accepted his scolding, just as desperate for his prize as he is. 

For him, you see it through, keeping the routine intact—wrong-doing, judgment, penalty, reassurance, compromise, forgiveness, “I can’t just give you what you want, either. ‘M gonna have to make it a long night for you, baby. Think you can take it?” 

He’s nodding before you even finish and you’re grinning again, so enamored with the pile of man beneath you, fierce and hard and soft and delicate, everything he told you he wasn’t sure he could be again. 

“So polite. Come for me, then. This is just the start; gonna wear you out so good you couldn’t whore around even if you wanted to.” 

“I don’t w—”

You shush him, little tuts of your teeth that tell him no, as you maneuver your hand to be able to slide two fingers between his lips, pressing down firmly on his tongue. He moans, curling the smooth muscle between them, face going slack.

Joel sets off immediately, canting his hips up into yours, heaving when he ruts into the strip of fabric encasing you both, the strung-up spots having run cold—no skin to steal warmth from during your lull. 

You can feel yourself bridging the gap to completion but you refrain, wanting to see him apologize for finishing before you—he’ll thank you for it later. 

He thrusts shallow enough to continuously notch against your opening—tight, purposeful dips that bring him right to the cusp.

“Come on, honey. Shouldn’t be that hard for you. You drool for all the other girls, what about me?” 

That’s the last straw, apparently, hard intakes of air popping in his throat like gnarled cries, pieces of voice that sound like thank you, I’m sorry, I love you breaking the gulps between them. He spills everywhere, most of it getting caught in the halo of material still somehow propped on your waist, squelching when it drips back between you. 

You coo at him to guide him through it, an inversion of everything you’ve accused him of, freeing yourself from his mouth to press kisses to the corner of his lips. 

When he comes to, he looks small—sweet—the swath of color in his face running red. “Again,” he whispers, the bend of his mouth letting you know he’s giddy—unwound, “Please, again.”

[kaidabakugou]

Bakugou really makes my size kink go wild, he's just so big and strong that even when he's gentle there's no way I could escape his hold. Definitely the type to go "Don't worry honey, i'll make it fit." when you tell him his cock is too big for you.

YESSSS he just makes me go feral everytime i think about how big he is and that dialogue just 😮‍💨 drives me insane

imagine the back shots with him, just slowly working his cock in and stretching you out until you’re walls get accustomed to his size so he can start ramming into you

large hand pressing against your lower spine as you arch your back deeper for him, stretching your arms in front of you and spreading your legs wider to display your dripping cunt to him

dragging the tip of his cock from your clit and through your messy folds, teasing your entrance before trailing up to your tight rim as he rubs the length of his cock between your ass cheeks

“you ready for me, baby?”, he teases while aligning himself with you

“mhm”, you moan back to him whilst pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation

pushing the tip of his cock inside your pussy, slowly thrusting into you as he works his cock deeper and deeper each time, feeling your walls clench around him the more he stretches your insides

“that’s it, let me in”, he whispers while his hand rests above your ass, teasing your tight rim with his thumb

“a-ah kats, it’s too big”, you whine while fisting the sheets in front of you. slowly rocking your hips back into him as he continues to stretch out your quivering cunt

“i know, but you can take it, can’t you?”, he teases while leaning down to whisper in your ear. a shiver running down your spine at the mixture of his words combined with the weight of his bulking presence mounting over you and the sheer size of his cock buried almost completely inside of you

you can only respond with a moan as you look over your shoulder to meet his gaze, placing a quick kiss against your lips and another on your shoulder before leaning back. both hands gripping your hips whilst his thrust start to pick up pace

heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit whilst the force from his cock pummeling into your cunt makes your body jerk as you rock back into him to meet his thrusts. your sensitive nipples rubbing against the sheets below you adding more stimulation as you start to feel the knot inside your stomach form

not stopping his thrusts even after you cum, only ramming into you from behind quicker as his fingers trails up your spine to tangle with the hairs at the base of your scalp

pulling you back into him as he makes you fuck yourself on his cock, slamming his hips forward to meet yours while your cunt drips all over him

not letting up until he’s satisfied and your insides take the shape of his thick cock

[maleficgod]

John doe x dom/top male reader

No plot whatsoever because I couldn't think of one

This is kind of short

You fuck Doe's mommy milkers and then give him head

SHE/HER, SHE/THEY, SHE/IT/FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT READ OR INTERACT

Doe laid on his back, staring up at you with glazed-over, unblinking eyes. His pupils were blown out and in the shape of a heart, watching your every move. Black surrounded small red hearts in his eyes. Only a small ring of white separated his pupils from the rest of his eyes.

His shirt and jacket had been lazily thrown to the side and currently lay on the floor along with his pants, the only thing he wore were his boxers. Occasionally one of your free hands would ghost over his bulge or play with his nipples, making him buck into the air. He loved everything you gave him, every touch, every act of affection.

He watched intitly intently as your cock slid in between his tits(he has those absolute mommy milkers) which were roughly held by your hand to encase your cock. The tip occasionally hit his chin or even his mouth, not that Doe minded.

Strands of black, curly hair clung to his forehead. His mouth was upturned into a large grin that displayed his teeth. Occasionally he let out small whimpers or whines. He felt so stimulated just from your thumb that would occasionally twist or tug on his nipples.

He turned his attention back towards your face as he heard you let out a small groan. It was so quiet that the average person wouldn't have heard it but Doe wasn't the average person. Your thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated. An excessive amount of pre-cum stuck to Doe's chest. Sweat rolled down your forehead, followed by your occasional panting. You made eye contact with Doe, your glossed-over eyes meeting his. His smile seemed to somehow get bigger. "I'm cumming" you said in a shaky voice.

Your free hand reached down, sliding under his boxers. You gripped the base of his length and began to slide your hand up to his tip. You repeated this action again and again. Doe let out a loud whine and bucked his hips into your hand.

Your eyes rolled back, contrasting with Johns's eyes that never left yours. He squirmed under you as white covered his chest and face. You had told him he wasn't allowed to touch you which he seemed to struggle with greatly. His hands clung to the sheets on either side of him, turning his knuckles white. Not wanting you to be unhappy, he clung to them tighter in an effort to restrict himself.

You gazed back down at him finally. The color of his skin contrasted with the scars littered throughout his body but more so the cum that stained his chest and face. You ran your hand through his hair lazily, not minding the knots. Doe instantly leaned into your hand.

You pulled away from him and pulled his boxers off. His cock was still hard and leaking pre-cum. You pulled him closer to the edge of the bed until his knees slightly hung off the bed. Doe's smile never left his face as he looked down at your form which was now kneeling between his legs. You took his head into your mouth. Doe's reaction was instantaneous. He let out a loud moan and arched his back into the air.

He gasped out your name in a small voice. He held himself back from grabbing your hair. You ran your tongue over the slit before beginning to bob your head up and down. He looked down at you happily, writhing in your hold. Your hands clutched his inner thighs as if your life depended on it.

John let out a gasp as he felt that searing heat begin to uncoil. His back arched as he let out a whine followed by a string of pleas and whimpers mixed with your name. He get the chance to warn you before you felt him cumming in your mouth. You made eye contact as you swallowed. Your mouth made an audible 'pop' as you let his rapidly softening cock out of your mouth.

You sat on the bed and pulled Doe into your arms. His neck was adorned with purple and blue bite marks that you gave him earlier. You rested your head on his neck as you asked him how he felt, if he was okay, things like that. Much to his dismay, you released him from your hold. Hand clung to you as you tried to walk away to get something to clean his chest.

"Don't leave" he begged. By now his pupils had gone back to their original small size. He seemed desperate to stop you from leaving. Looking at him, you could tell he was on the verge of falling asleep. Not wanting him to panic, you picked him up and carried him to the bathroom, and placed him on the sink. He seemed much happier at this arrangement.

You gingerly placed a wet towel on his chest, much to his dismay.

[tears0fsatan]

Another OM request I would like you to do!~ your writing is so good smh.

Anyway since your rules say you either can or can't write AMAB or AFAB Chara or reader can I request sub AFAB cock/cumslut bros x Dom AMAB Reader?

𖥻 characters... afab!lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor x m!reader [separate]

𖥻 genre... nsfw hcs + drabbles

𖥻 warnings... nsfw!! minors, ageless blogs and fem aligned will be blocked, mean dom amab!reader, genderbent demon brothers, dumbification, dacryphilia [crying], drooling, biting, scratching, mentions of blood!! [from the biting&scratching], overstimulation [lucifer], .... squirting- [lucifer], dirty talking!, degradation, begging [a bit for all but mainly leviathan], public sex lolol [belphegor is a freak luv that 4 her], mentions of tummy bulge :flushed: [belphegor]

𖥻 a.n... it's certainly nice to see that the cockslut agenda is popular! LMAO thank u so much darling!! :D thank u for reading my rules b4 rqing [COUGH COUGH MINORS COUGH COUGH] n thank u for coming backヾ๑ˊᵕˋ๑◞♡ hope this was to ur liking!!!!

… ♥︎ ?! lucifer

bites her lip to the point she bleeds, anything to hold onto the last bit of pride left

but the more undone she becomes, the more she lets go

to the point where the only thing on her mind is you

she's loud, so fucking loud

has ripped the sheets from how hard she was gripping onto them

she has the lewdest look on her face when you overstim her :((

her eyes are squeezed shut, rosy blush painting her cheeks and ears, lips bitten raw tucked in between her teeth, head tipped back to show off the bruises that litter her neck

sometimes, if you've pushed her far enough, her tongue lolls out of her mouth, giving her the most indecent fucked out look you've seen on anyone

she can't even look at you because she's so embarrassed of how you've reduced her to a whimpering mess

i'd say she loves being overstimed... if you're lucky you can get her to squirt after enough orgasms

it gets her so flustered because she never thought someone would get her to do that

— the avatar of pride was a mess, eyes glossy, face covered in the remnants of her tears, blush heavy across her cheeks, incoherent mumbles pouring out of her mouth.

lucifer called out your name like a prayer, begging you to go slower, go faster, to stop, to go harder. she was saying everything all at once, like she had nothing on her mind except you.

it was a rare sight to see— lucifer all dumb and drooling on your cock, and she loves to be reminded of it. her eyes dodge yours, not letting you see just how much of a cockslut you'd made her into.

… ♥︎ ?! mammon

a crier for sure.

also a drooler!

her lips are parted in an 'o' shape, her eyebrows shot up to her hairline, her eyes are half lidded, looking at you with pure desire

her reactions and the way she takes everything you give her so sweetly is

she's just so erotic and lewd and she's so unaware of it????

when she's drunk off your cock she's a lot needier than normal (and that says a lot)

will latch her mouth on any part of you she can reach

cries harder if she can't touch you

sobs "can't" over and over with the sweetest look on her face that just makes you want to tease her more

she actually creams around your cock when you call her your cumslut <3

there's something so degrading and embarrassing about it that she's just so addicted to

— the avatar of greed sobbed, fat tear droplets rolling down her tanned skin. her lips were swollen and wet with spit, giving them a pretty sheen that made them look all the more kissable.

mammon cries when you hit her sweet spot again, her back arching into your chest, tits pressed right against yours. you coo at her hands pawing at your chest, mumbling incoherently about how she can't take it anymore.

"i'll make you take it, baby." you lick at the tears that fall out of the corners of her eyes, peppering kisses all over her face until you reach her lips, all while you keep your hips at an angle that hit her sweet spot every time.

… ♥︎ ?! leviathan

the flush on her face never seems to die down

the type that can only whine and whimper in response

the only words that come out of her mouth are 'i'm yours' and your name

everything else is muddled, words mixed together and slurred, cut off by her own whines

so pliable and will let you use her however you want :((

she has a huge fucking breeding kink

loves the way her tummy bulges when you spill your load in her, orgasm and orgasm after another

she'll beg you to pump her full of your seed, with glossy eyes and tears ready to fall down her face if you were to deny her of what she wanted

she'll use her tail to keep you inside her as you cum into her for the third time, making sure none of your seed spills out

it's so indecent and filthy and it doesn't help her 'disgusting otaku' status but she doesn't care because it feels so good

her head tips back and her forked tongue lolls out the side of her mouth

— the avatar of envy clutched at every surface she could with all the strength she could muster. her hips grind back onto yours, almost like she's trying to milk you till you were dry.

leviathan sobs when she feels your load fill her up again. she feels so full and stuffed, it's humiliating to be like this but because it's your cum it doesn't seem to bother her that much.

she begs you to fill her up more, like a broken record player on loop, mumbling what sounds like "'m your cumslut, more please, please, please!" though it's hard to decipher through her tears.

… ♥︎ ?! satan

another drooler :((

also another one who bites her lip til she bleeds

something about control or whatever

i'd like to think she's someone who likes to leave marks, i guess to show you how good you make her feel

instead of gripping the sheets, she'll claw your back until she draws blood

if you're close enough, she'd bite down on your neck to silence herself

rather than whining and whimpering, i feel like she'd growl and grunt

she's so aggressive usually, so when she gets so pliant and dumb you can't help but feel the smugness that floods your body

she lets you mold her how you want, all she can do is groan and call out your name in response

you take pleasure in the way her voice breaks in the middle of moaning your name when you cum inside of her

her eyes widen and her lips part in an 'o' shape, you see the way the tears gather in her eyes

— the avatar of wrath snarls, though her body didn't align with the noises that bubbled out of her throat. the drool and sheen of sweat making her sticky, her blonde hair sticking to her forehead and a few stray pieces on her cheeks.

satan doesn't protest when you adjust her position to push her face into the bed and lift her hips up, instead she takes it, almost letting a moan slip out.

you don't miss the way she clenches around you when you cum in her, filling her up to the brim with your seed. her arms wrap around you and pull you in closer, as if her way of telling you to not let a drop go to waste. you also don't miss the guttural groan that leaves her lips when you call her your slut, smirking when she uses one of her hands to muffle herself.

… ♥︎ ?! asmodeus

doesn't even try to hide how good you make her feel

she likes toying with you just as much as you like to toy with her, in fact she's the one who does the dirty talking

she says the crudest, most vulgar things one could say during sex

though she prefers to moan out your name <3

she'll scratch your back, litter your body with marks, moans so loud you think all of devildom can hear her

her blush is light on her cheeks, though when you angle your hips in just the right way, you can see her demeanour fall just slightly

you swear, her insides suck you in a little harder every time you tell her she's nothing but a desperate cumslut

she also has a thing for you cumming in her, or your cum in general really

she loves the way it coats her thighs, the heavy feeling of it covering her cunt

though she likes her lower half to be messy, she doesn't cry nor drool

she just bites her lip, smirk playing on her lips as she rides out another high

— the avatar of lust looks almost angelic as she observes the way your dick slides in and out of her wet cunt. her hair graciously cascades down one shoulder as she keeps herself up with her elbows.

asmodeus grins, rattling off about how you stretch her out so well, how you hit her sensitive spots so easily without even trying. she wraps her legs around your waist, not letting you escape until she was done using you.

you tease her by alternating your pace, relishing in the way her demeanour crumbles the longer you go on. "you said you were a cockslut, right? how bout i make you dumb on my cock? you'd like that wouldn't you?"

… ♥︎ ?! beelzebub

she squirms a lot :((

doesn't know what to do with her hands, one minute they're clawing your back, the next they're holding onto the pillow above her head

she tries so hard to keep quiet :(

she'll use her hand to cover her mouth because she's so embarrassed

her face is so red

her eyes are tightly squeezed shut, tears slipping out of the corners of her eyes as she sobs into her hand

the drool stains the pillow she uses to muffle her cries

she buries her face into her hands, the pillow, the sheets, anything to avoid looking at you and your cock pumping in and out of her cock

it's just so embarrassing, she can't handle it

she whines out loud when you call her a cockslut, but the way she clenches around on you lets you know she likes the way it rolled off your tongue

she keens at the praise you throw in amongst the degradation

— the avatar of gluttony grips the fluffy pillow with the strength of a thousand men, surprising you with how it hasn't ripped apart yet. the sound of her muffled cries was hardly audible amongst the sound of skin slapping against skin.

beelzebub shys away from your gaze, eyes just barely visible peeking over the pillow. her eyes were glossy and red, evident that she had been crying, which made you coo. her body squirms uncontrollably beneath you, twisting around and back arching into you.

"you're so cute, beel. my cute little cockslut, ain't that right?" you litter kisses on every expanse of skin you could reach, admiring the way her head pokes out a little more with every kiss you pressed against her.

… ♥︎ ?! belphegor

loud and shameless.

she's such a cockslut that she's willing to take you anywhere.

i'd say she gets more needy and dumb when you use her in public

she smiles all dopey, her eyebrows scrunch up and her eyes roll back

her hands love to trail to her tummy, love feeling the way her tummy bulges at all the cum you've pumped into her

her moans grow needier when she feels the cum drip down her thighs

in a way, it ignites her possessiveness

you breeding her and marking her up shows everyone else that she's yours and yours alone

it's that that drives her off the edge

the moment you growl that she's yours is the second she'll go dumb on your cock

tell her that she belongs to a human, that no other angel, demon or human could make her as much of a cockslut as you do

— the avatar of sloth stares at you with half lidded eyes, dopey grin wide on her lips, face flushed and sweaty, hair all messy with how hard you were pulling it, she had the epitome of a fucked out look.

you lick a stripe up belphegor's throat, growling a "you belong to me, got it? you're my cockslut, i'm the only one who can make you go all stupid."

she giggles, giving you a teasing look that makes you wanna roughen her up even more, though you force yourself back when you remember you're in a darkened alley.

© 2022 TEARS0FSATAN. please don’t repost, modify or translate my works anywhere!

[thebadgerclan]

Three Weeks

Pairing: Matthias Helvar x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: You have your husband after three weeks...

Smut!

The moment the door clicked shut, Matthias lips were on yours.  He’d been in Afvalle for three weeks overseeing the training of a new group of recruits, and in those 21 days, he’d missed you more than anything.  So when he arrived home, Matthias had one thing and one thing only on his mind: getting you into bed.  When he kissed you, you went limp in your husband’s arms, allowing him to lift you into his arms and carry you into the bedroom.  

Matthias stripped you bare, hardly breaking his lips from yours as your gown and underclothes met the floor.  Once you were naked, your husband hurried to strip himself bare, nearly tearing his clothes in the process.  Weeks of separation, yearning for Matthias’ touch, for his presence, had you unbearably aroused.  So aroused that you were certain that anyone from the chapel would have you burned at the stake.  But you couldn’t bring yourself to care, especially when Matthias’ lips sucked gently at your nipple.

You sighed happily as he laid you on the bed, his hands rubbing up and down your sides.  “Matthias,” you breathed, guiding his lips back to yours.  “I need you.”  Your husband moaned, taking his cock in hand and aligning himself with your entrance.  You were more than ready for him, and when he slid into you, he met no resistance.  “Y/N,” your husband said, remaining still within you.  “I do not think I can last very long.”

“Neither will I,” you reassured him.  After pressing a heated kiss to your forehead, Matthias began rolling his hips, his cock stretching your cunt gently.  Both of you moaned at once, the feeling of your husband inside you after so long like nothing else in the world.  While he’d been away, the desire to take himself in hand had come over Matthias several times, but each time, he’d denied himself.  He knew that it would be well worth it when he was back, and oh, how right he was.

Matthias was fucking you gently, slowly, trying to prolong your pleasure as long as he could before he inevitably finished, but you were bucking your hips up to meet his, gripping his shoulders hard.  “Matthias, harder,” you moaned, and your husband felt his cock twitch.  “Harder, are you sure, my love?” he asked, though he wanted to do nothing more than to fuck you straight through the bed.

“Yes, Matthias, please!”  Matthias didn’t need to hear anything else; he began thrusting harder, which made you cry out, the head of his cock pressing into that place within you, pleasure sparking through your body.  “Oh Y/N,” he moaned, kissing at your neck.  “I love you.  I missed you so much, every night I thought of you.”  You trembled beneath him, wrapping your arms around your husband’s shoulders, tugging him closer.

“So did I,” you said, reflecting on both of Matthias’ statements.  When he reached between your bodies to gently massage your clit, you arched your back, feeling your orgasm race closer.  Matthias was in a similar situation; his thrusts becoming erratic and sloppy.  Your husband let out a shuddering breath, and before he could warn you, he was coming, shouting your name loudly.

But he wasn’t going to leave you unsatisfied.  Matthias continued to thrust into you, rubbing your clit until you were trembling in his arms, waves of pleasure washing over you.  Your entire body felt light, and soon, you were wrapped in the sheets and your husband’s arms, his lips on your forehead.  “I love you so much, my darling,” he whispered, trailing one hand down your back, tracing shapes on your skin.

“I love you too,” you said, feeling drowsiness descend over you.  “I missed you so much, Matthias.  How was everything in Afvalle?”  Your husband chuckled, smoothing your hair back from your face.  “Do not trouble yourself with that right now, my sweet.  I will tell you everything tomorrow, but for now, I just want to hold my beautiful bride.”  You nodded, snuggling closer to Matthis, letting your eyes slide closed.”  It was still early, but in your husband’s arms, it was hard not to feel completely and utterly relaxed.

[icy-warden]

@hurl-a-can a fic for Das, as a continuation of this lovely art from earlier event 💙 Zevraholics OC Kiss Week 2023 ✨

Vergil stretches with his arms up, pulling and holding, until he feels his spine pop. Something shifts pleasantly and he lets out a soft sigh, leaning back on the big pillows. The fabric feels nice on his slightly damp skin, a cool breeze wafting from the open balcony of the Inquisitor’s chambers. The air is chilly but he’s not bothered by it. Clear mountain air is still preferable over the dusty smell of underground.

He stares up at the stone ceiling, silently enjoying the lull of an afterglow of good sex. Of being able to touch and be touched in return. Of seeing how the pleasure clouds the eyes of the man in his arms and feeling that delicious thrill himself.

Vergil looks at the man sprawled beside him, slowly taking in on the expanse of dark skin of his back. His legs are twisted in the sheets, leaving his shapely butt on display. A very nice, pliable butt. Then, there are muscular thighs he just couldn’t leave alone and had to mark with his lips and teeth. 

There are smaller and bigger spots he left in between scars on Das’ skin. The man repaid him with red lines of his blunt nails over Vergil’s pale skin and a few lovely bruises of his own. Silently, Vergil revels in the small pain they brought him. 

Coppery curls spill over Das shoulders and Vergil’s fingers twitch. He has to lock in the desire to run his hands through those lush strands. His hair is as soft as it looks, the silky feel of it twisted over his hand when he held Das’ head when he drank in his voice, their bodies working together to come undone.

He hadn’t thought this mission would bring him to the Inquisitor's bed, but here they are. 

Vergil knows it won’t have an impact on their collaboration, perceiving Das as a free spirit - a person who likes to take what he can in a moment and be happy with it.

There’s no place for regret when their goals align in more than one thing.

One amber eye blinks up at him, half of Das’ face hidden in his arms. Vergil sits up slowly, his hand resting near Das. Close enough to touch but not crossing the unspoken line.

“I must say,” Vergil leans over him, the loose strands of his long hair almost touching the top of Das’ head, “I find our talk most satisfactory, Inquisitor Davarris.”

Das huffs a laugh, lazily arching his back and Vergil appreciates the captivating sight of his muscles rolling under his skin. There’s an amused gleam in golden eyes watching him.

“Back to the titles so soon? I’m hurt. I thought we had something deeper than that, Warden Surana.” He teases, his fingers brushing patterns over the back of Vergil’s hand. The touch is brief and playful, gone in a second. 

It lures him in again like it did earlier. Like his sunny personality and the body that can’t stop moving.

He shouldn’t overstay his welcome. It’ll stay as a casual thing, a memory of an enthusiastic and open lover that kept his pace with him.

“I am sure you’ll live.” Vergil answers lightly, moving away from Das. It’s too tempting to prolong this. His clothes are somewhere on the floor, as his weapons are. He grimaces in displeasure at his own recklessness when his face is turned away from Das. His magic is his greatest weapon but he shouldn’t let it be the only one. 

“You’re leaving already?”

“I do have my own bed.”

“Yes, but I’m not there.”

A blunt invitation. 

Vergil pauses, one brow up as he looks at Das. He bites at his lower lip when he sees Vergil looking, worrying the plush lip slowly and with a purpose. It’s reddened and glistening when he lets it go. It makes a spark of want ignite in Vergil’s gut, again. 

Das sits in the middle of his bed, his body bare. Sheets pool in his lap but hide nothing. An offer, without shame or deceit. As straightforward as it could be.

Vergil looks at the lines of his hips and thighs, flat stomach, chest and strong arms. All painted in freckles, with a faint colour of scars here and there.

He’d like to touch him again.

“A strong argument.” He murmurs, already leaning closer. Das’ smile widens as he meets him halfway, hands reaching for him.

Their lips meet, without hesitation.

Slowly.

He wants to savour it this time. 

Vergil licks at the seams of his mouth and Das lets him in, his hand finding the anchor on Vergil’s nape. It’s easy to slip his tongue in, to feel his movements mirrored by Das. The kiss is unhurried, their breaths mingling with the sound of soft sighs. They part for a while, just to be back to it, hands searching for each other's bodies. To hold on when they give in to the feeling of pleasure washing over them again.

In the end, Vergil decides to stay the night in Das’ bed. 

It’s one of the most pleasant times during their shared mission.

[meritatem]

For everybody else, this day was buzzing with the expectation and energy of a new era. For Damian it was just a Wednesday.

He followed his usual routine while pointedly ignoring how the atmosphere in the penthouse was different, how everybody was preparing in some way or another for the night. Damian didn't share the concerns that seemed to hang over the others, he knew Grayson will do well and despite how much it hurt his pride in the past to admit it, Drake was a highly competent Robin. They'll be fine, they had nothing to worry about.

With this being such an important happening for them, Damian decided to get out of their way to let them sort things out; he still wanted to voice his approval without directly say it and with that in mind, he decided the best place for that would be the kitchen.

Compared to cooking, baking was a breeze.

After so many humiliations with this food, Damian finally found something he was good at, if only because baking recipes were a precise science, which was something more aligned with his expertise. Even Pennyworth, who was always harsh in his honesty when giving criticism, felt satisfied with the results from his first attempts. It made sense then, that he used his recently discovered aptitude with the oven to show his support and make something celebratory... to the New Dynamic Duo! May at least his favorite of the two stay whole at the end of this ordeal.

He made sure to have everything he'll need with anticipation to make shortbread cookies, including a ridiculous cookie cutter with the form of Batman's symbol, something he was almost disappointed they didn't own already, seeing how many other mundane things with the bat sign they possessed.

So, the most important thing in this day for Damian was to get an acceptable icing on his cookies. That was it, amazing accomplishments for one just Damian, no Wayne, no al Ghul.

“I must say, you have a very steady grip, sir.”

Not jumping when Alfred appeared out of nowhere in the most pure style of his father should count as a feat, with bonus points for not messing up the icing he was doing at the moment.

“This is a good opportunity to inform you that I can perform surgeries.”

“Surgery, engineering and overcooked pasta. The wonders never cease.”

“Hysterical, Pennyworth.” But he actually stopped himself from smiling. “I prefer tales from your youth better than your jokes, I'm especially interested in your training.”

“Sadly my days at the Royal Butler Academy are not as riveting as you're imagining.”

“If that's all the training you have done, then I'm a well-adjusted average child.”

“Heartwarming to see we share the same point of view.”

Damian chose not to dignify that with an answer, so Alfred focused his attention on inspecting the undecorated cookies that were on the sheet pan.

“If I knew you were planning on using this shape, I would've brought the batcookie cutter from the manor.”

“Are you talking about an actual gadget?”

“I'll let you take a guess.”

Before Damian could decide on an answer, his phone made a sound alert and just like that everything else ceased to matter. He rushed to take the phone that was near him on the counter; he didn't need confirmation as to what the alert he just received was about, but Damian still unlocked the phone to see.

“Apologies, Pennyworth, this is very important.”

Damian immediately jumped from the step stool he was on and ran straight to his room without looking back. Finding himself alone, Alfred merely arched an unimpressed eyebrow at the abandoned cookies and picked up the piping bag, proceeding to continue with the task left behind.

When Damian reached his room he hurried to his closet, setting aside a couple of boxes so he could move a fake portion of the wall to reveal behind it a handprint scanner, he placed his right hand over it and waited until a panel in the floor, that was in one of the corners of the room, opened.

Shortly after his arrival in Gotham, Pennyworth provided him with a phone and a laptop, so normal and simple that they were nothing more than toys for him. However at some point, possibly after he passed some kind of undeclared test from Alfred, he granted him heavy duty Batman-like technology. Damian was grateful to have a proper laptop he could work with, away from the unwanted eyes monitoring the Batcomputer; given the things he was up to, he had to be careful with its storage, because he had not doubt Tim would do something stupid if he knew of its existence.

After retrieving it from its hidden spot, Damian sat on the floor, not bothering to at least go to his bed. He spent the next ten minutes reviewing different fragments of footage, just enough to be sure this was exactly what he thought it was and once he was absolutely certain, he hurried now to leave everything exactly as it was before he entered his room, with the difference that he put the laptop in a canvas bag a brought it with him back to the kitchen.

When Alfred saw him, he made the attempt to saw something but Damian didn't give him the chance. “I'm leaving, I believe this is the start of Operation B.B.W.”

Whatever Alfred wanted to say before, died right there. “Oh.” Was the only thing he could say before he recovered his impeccable composure. “Not the best timing, I'm afraid.”

“Not the worst either, all considered. Don't wish me luck, Pennyworth, that's for amateurs.”

“Never, Master Damian, but I...” He glanced at the plate where four perfectly decorated bat-shaped cookies rested. With resolve, he walked towards Damian and placed a gentle but firm hand on his small shoulder. “There's nothing I want more that for you to succeed, my boy.”

These horrible people, making Damian feel so weak at the slightest show of affection. “Keep the sentimentality for Grayson, he's going to need it later.”

“In these uncertain times, we can all use a little sentiment.”

“And yet, I've never been this certain in years.”

Alfred knew that Damian wouldn't appreciate the comparison with Bruce, but it was true that at moments like this one, he was undoubtedly his father's son. The resemblance, of course, wasn't in the words being said but in their unwavering determination, so assured in their own competency while also planning for ten different ways to fail. It was a small comfort for him in the middle of the nightmare that was losing Bruce.

While Damian liked the bunker better than the cave, it was easier to slip away unnoticed in the cave thanks to its size. Now, if he really wanted, he could just go without saying anything and let Pennyworth deal with Grayson once he saw Damian was missing.

One of the biggest drawbacks of establishing healthy social routines like eating together, was that absences were hard not to notice, but in his defense, Grayson invited himself to Damian's shared meals with Pennyworth, not the other way around. Leaving without a word will work against everything Damian was trying to build, so even if time was of the essence, he needed to do this in the best way possible.

“Where's Drake?” Was the first thing he asked once in the bunker.

Grayson was there, sitting behind the computer, still in civilian clothes, which made sense because it was early for patrol. “Inspecting the Batmobile or something.”

If it weren't for the fact that this worked in his favor, Damian would've rolled his eyes. “Here, one is for you.” He offered Dick the plate he brought from the kitchen, that had two bat cookies on it. “It's a token of my well-wishes, may you conquer this night and the many more to come.”

Dick took the plate automatically, looking at the pair of cookies almost mesmerized. “Aww, Damian,” he cooed. “That's so nice of you.”

“Pennyworth helped, feel free to eat the other one when Drake rejects it.” For a moment Damian wished this was all, that he didn't have other more upsetting things to do, so he could bask, just this once, in Grayson's pleasantly surprised smile. “I also want to serve notice, I'm going to be away for a few days starting today.”

“What? Days?” Dick's posture changed completely, any hint of relaxation gone. “Why?”

“I'm investigating a drug ring, I have a lead so I'm going to stage a stakeout. If you need more information ask Pennyworth.”

“You can't do a stakeout alone, are you crazy?”

“I spent the past year doing missions around the world on my own. You have no idea of the things I've achieved without help.”

Grayson didn't know either about all the atrocities he committed because if he knew, he'd have denounced Damian, seeing him as the monster he truly was.

“Gordon told you about my accounts, that money wasn't a gift, it was payment. I know you think it's funny when I call myself a professional, but it was never a joke.”

The weakest part of Damian wanted to take back everything he said when Dick covered his face with both hands, but as remorseful as he was from parts of his past, he wasn't going to pretend they never happened.

“I know you weren't joking,” Grayson finally said soberly after uncovering his face. “But I can't let you do this without backup, why is this the first time I'm hearing about this?”

“As the next Batman you have more important things to worry about than some insignificant goons and their narcotics, leave the busy-work to the rest of us.”

“I get what you're trying to say but I don't like the idea of you being alone out there for days. Anything could happen.”

“I'm not an idiot, I know how to conduct myself in these situations,” Damian was trying, really, but it didn't matter his age, frustration always came easily to him. “I won't engage and I promise if I see the need to, I'll ask for assistance and wait. Grayson, please, trust me with this, I won't make you regret it.”

The universe had such a bad sense of humor, because Dick understood Damian well. He had been there once, asking Bruce to have faith in him and what he was able to do, only to be met with refusals and orders. Unsurprisingly, those negatives didn't stop him and he couldn't even remember now how many times he decided to act on his own.

At this point, disobeying Batman and going behind his back was an infamous Robin tradition; Dick never wanted to be on the other side of that and still, that's what was happening right now. While Damian was younger than Dick when he joined Bruce, he was also more skilled than any Robin had been at the start.

When he saw him patrol for the first time, Dick knew he didn't have to worry about him going on his own under Alfred's watch, however after actually spending a night working with him, Dick couldn't help but think how satisfied Bruce would've been with his son. If Dick didn't know any better, he would say Damian was a natural, taking to their methods like a fish to the water, despite how opposed they were to the League's style. He could only imagine how much effort Damian was putting into exceling like this.

Bruce would've told him no.

And maybe Dick should too, as experienced as he was, Damian was still a child, a small one, with a button nose, that talked like Alfred, took cooking too seriously and was so lively as he was somber. But Dick promised himself he wasn't going to repeat the mistakes Bruce did, he wanted Damian to know he could trust his reasoning, that he wasn't unapproachable or controlling; that even if they disagree, they could reach compromises and work together, not next to the other.

“You'll observe only, call for help at the first sight of trouble and if things get out of hand, you'll flee, your safety is the priority. I also want updates, hourly.”

“...” Grayson didn't know how lucky he was that Damian wasn't as quick to irk like he once had been. “I agree to your terms but you must know that I'm holding back some very impolite words.”

Dick's following laughter almost made worth all the hassle Damian will have to deal with. Almost.

Despite losing more time than he'd have liked coming to an agreement with Grayson, when Damian finally arrived to the hideout he shared with Colin, he was free to properly review the footage, like he couldn't in the penthouse and also make sure his target hasn't moved from where he last saw him.

Through the years, diverse circumstances made Damian analyze Gotham's infrastructure, not only because criminals liked to attack one building or another, but he also sought to know where his father's resources were... and his brothers'. He could pinpoint, even now, some of Grayson's safe houses all the way back to Blüdhaven.

It seemed that in the future Damian took that to new extremes, because in his efforts to be the Batman the city needed it, he tried to know every structure possible in Gotham to use that to his benefit. During his stay at that hellish place, he memorized all the information he could, places of interest in the city included. That was the reason behind the recent search that led him to find his current base, something he was grateful for, because he needed to work away for prying eyes.

Damian used to have a war table in the League, a military one. He never told anyone, not even Jon, but he always wanted a fantasy inspired one, with imaginary maps and troops, free of the burden of reality. Using games of chess as symbolism when one was planning something was a cliché, usually from people fancying themselves as masterminds, so it'd suit better losers like Nygma; Damian was fighting a war and before coming to Gotham, he decided on a campaign and made the first move in his little fictional table. And today, today may be the day he make the last for it.

Getting set for the challenge ahead was easy, because he had been gradually preparing in advance and did it so well, that he was even familiar with the place he had to go. So he got ready the equipment he was going to need, left Colin a message in the communicator he gave him and then departed to his destination, to one of the many run-down areas of the city. Once there, he quickly located the building he identified from the recordings: an old warehouse. He surveyed its surroundings before selecting the side of the roof he speculated had a good blind spot, according to his vague memories of the site, still, he made sure to carefully look inside before finally entering. Damian tested the closest ceiling joist to him, getting on it when it was clear that the rust damage was only superficial.

When he found a good position, one that had a perfect view of a very specific area in the floor, he just stayed there, motionless, waiting, while the sky above him started to stain with the colors of the twilight.

In accordance with Grayson's ridiculous rules, he put together a last minute program to signal Pennyworth, so for now it shouldn't be a problem, at least until Dick started to feel suspicious and tried to talk with him directly, but most likely he was going to be too busy with his debut as Batman; hopefully Drake will be busy too, because even if Grayson agreed it was best not to tell him about his solo mission for the moment, Damian knew how problematic things could get if Drake decided to try and look for him. Damian covered his tracks, but Drake was, well, Drake, favorite of both his father and grandfather, all for justifiable reasons.

And so, Damian waited, and waited, until it got dark. Fortunately for him - or very unfortunate, if the truth had to be told -, he was well accustomed to waiting for long periods of time. His mother used to say it was part of a good hunt.

It was close to midnight when his communicator flared to life with a well-known voice. “Hi, No One, it's Abuse, reporting? I mean, I'm at the place you told me so I'm just going to wait until new instructions?... I know you said you can't talk, I just wanted you to know I'm here, so don't worry, I got your back. By the way, thanks for the cookie, it was so rad. Roger.” Clearly it was imperative that Grayson and Colin never met, otherwise Damian wouldn't be able to survive the embarrassment those two could bring to his life together.

Just to make sure Colin knew Damian was there and their plans still on track, he send him a quick text message.

Finally, after almost an hour later, the pair of doors on the floor that he had been watching so closely, opened. If Damian had lacked the proper training, surely his heart would be racing with excitement - elation and anxiety alike - at the sight of the figure that emerged climbing the uncovered stairs behind the doors. He couldn't help it, he smiled in that way Alfred found unnerving.

He waited while his target closed the doors again, using that time to take aim with the gun he brought, letting the night vision of his mask's lenses do all the work, not that he really needed the aid but he had to made sure this only took one try. Damian let his mark walk away, just long enough so he couldn't immediately get back behind the doors he just closed. He fired then, aiming right at his target's neck with a perfect shot.

His mark didn't immediately fell, instead he screamed a curse, taking in an instant the tranquilizer dart from his neck and turning around, gun in hand, pointing it in the direction where Damian was, but by then he already took cover. Ignoring the aggravation of accepting how convenient his small frame was, Damian kept watching carefully his target's movements, getting a little worried for a second when he saw he almost made it back to his den, so as a distraction he decided to throw a batarang to disarm him, only to be surprised when, even as uncoordinated as the other was getting, he managed to evade it, probably because he identified it just by the sound. Now this was so much better than catching unsuspecting tamaraneans out of guard.

As interesting as this was, his target didn't really stand a chance against the sedatives; there was no shame in being beaten by them, Damian and even his father had fallen against that too. His mark knew this inevitability, because as soon as he started to wobble, he tried to shield himself behind the closest industrial barrel. It was that moment when Damian decided to go down, moving silently, with his cloak making more noise than his steps.

He stopped right in from of his target, who was sitting on the ground, leaning against the barrel and fighting to stay awake. Even in that state, he still tried to shoot, but he was too drugged to aim properly or be fast enough, because Damian kicked the gun from his right hand with plenty of time to snatch the second one from his left.

“Hello, Todd.”

Although the place was almost in darkness - with only little light from the moon - and Damian was covered in black, with the hood of his cloak over his head and the domino mask hiding half of his face, Jason's dropping eyes sparkled with recognition. “You-”

Damian, ironically, crouched down to be on his level. “Consider this an intervention.”

Maybe it was the adrenaline leaving him at knowing he wasn't at the mercy of some terrible enemy, or maybe it was just the drugs doing their job, but when Todd finally lost consciousness, Damian caught him before he hit the floor, letting him down gently. He made a quick checkup and then proceeded to tie him, just in case some miracle occurred and Jason immediately regained consciousness again.

When he finished, he stood up and pressed his communicator. “The cargo is ready, meet me at the warehouse.”

On the other side of the line Colin perkily answered. “Roger.”

With Todd secured and out of commission, surrounded only by shadows and silence, Damian put his hands closed in fists on his hips and let himself just... revel in this small moment in time. It wasn't the culmination of his plans or a defining victory, but it was a step, an important one, regardless of the end result.

He had earned the right to feel proud.

“Alas, I'm not Robin,” he said to no one in particular. “Nonetheless, I remain the best one.”

⪻Chapter 8

Chapter 10⪼

[melbournes-world]

Understanding the Vital Role of Panel Beaters in Car Restoration

 In the world of automotive restoration, panel beaters are unsung heroes, wielding their tools and expertise to breathe new life into classic cars. 

Their craft is not merely about fixing dents or scratches; it's about preserving history, restoring beauty, and ensuring the integrity of these automotive icons for generations to come. Let's delve into the pivotal role that panel beaters in Melbourne play in the intricate process of car restoration.

1. Preserving Authenticity

Car restoration isn't just about making a vehicle look good; it's about maintaining its authenticity. Panel beaters are skilled artisans who understand the unique contours and designs of different car models. 

By preserving the authentic look and feel of the vehicle, panel beaters help uphold its historical significance and value.

2. Mastering Metalwork

At the heart of panel beating lies the art of metalwork. Panel beaters possess a deep understanding of various metals and their properties, allowing them to manipulate sheet metal with precision. 

From shaping complex curves to welding seamless joints, their expertise transforms damaged body panels into works of art. Whether it's hammering out dents or smoothing out imperfections, panel beaters employ time-honoured techniques to achieve flawless results.

3. Reviving Rusty Relics

One of the greatest challenges in car restoration is dealing with rust, the arch-nemesis of vintage vehicles. Panel beaters are adept at rust repair, using specialised tools and treatments to eradicate corrosion and prevent its return. 

Whether it's patching rust holes or replacing entire sections of metal, they painstakingly restore structural integrity and aesthetic appeal to even the most severely afflicted cars. Through their skilful craftsmanship, panel beaters Melbourne breathe new life into rusty relics, transforming them into showroom-worthy classics.

4. Crafting Custom Creations

While some car restoration projects aim to preserve originality, others seek to create custom masterpieces. Panel beaters play a crucial role in bringing these visions to life, collaborating closely with owners and designers to realise their dreams. 

Whether it's chopping roofs, widening fenders, or fabricating one-of-a-kind body panels, they possess the ingenuity and craftsmanship to turn imagination into reality. From hot rods to custom cruisers, panel beaters are the architects of automotive artistry, pushing the boundaries of creativity with each stroke of their hammer.

5. Ensuring Structural Integrity

Beyond aesthetics, panel beaters are entrusted with ensuring the structural integrity of restored vehicles. They meticulously align body panels, reinforce chassis components, and perform rigorous quality checks to ensure that every restored car meets safety standards. 

By adhering to meticulous craftsmanship and attention to detail, panel beaters not only enhance the appearance of classic cars but also guarantee their safety and reliability on the road.

Conclusion

Panel beaters are the unsung heroes of car restoration, blending artistry with craftsmanship to preserve automotive heritage and create timeless classics. Their mastery of metalwork, rust repair, and custom fabrication enables them to breathe new life into vintage vehicles while ensuring their authenticity and structural integrity. 

As guardians of automotive history, panel beaters Melbourne play a vital role in perpetuating the legacy of classic cars for generations to come. When entrusting your beloved classic car to the hands of experts, consider Melbourne Prestige Panel Group. Their team of skilled panel beaters possesses the expertise and precision necessary to bring your vintage vehicle back to its former glory, ensuring every detail is meticulously attended to.

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[a-coulter-winchester]

Midnight Snack

Eric Coulter x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut! Its all consensual! Oral, slight voyeurism and dirty talk. this is mild plot but mostly smut. 

(might do a part two with Four..) 

You woke up a little startled but mostly stuck in a haze of sleepiness. Warm soft and hungry lips trailed along your neck and jawline leaving wet marks behind. The sensation made your entire body break out in goosebumps but underneath it felt electrified and hot. Strong large calloused hands worked their way up your abdomen searching slowly for your breasts. A large muscular leg slumped over your thighs and pushed between them forcing you to spread your legs and pinning you in place.

The fingers danced along the swell of your breasts. You twitched at the feeling and your hands sluggishly reached for the wrist buried under your loose night shirt. You tried to pull down and remove the hand but you were too weak. The wondering Fingers found your nipples and teased them until they peaked. They pinched and tugged gently at the puffed up nubs. You couldn’t help but lean into him and moan softly. The feeling caused a bolt of arousal to stir an aching flame between your thighs.

“Wh-what are you doing.” You mumbled barely piecing the correct words together.

There was no reply but you were silenced with a mouth. Your lips locked and opened in the middle. He consumed you through a kiss. His tongue slipped in and You welcomed it. He began to tug and pinch your nipples harder making you arch your back and moan into his mouth. You wanted him to stop for all right reasons yet you never wanted someone to take you more than you wanted him to right now. You should of hated this, You should have snapped out of it and screamed at him. You could probably lose friends for sleeping with him or even your ex Four.

He tasted like mint and honey but smelled of smoked cedar and fresh water springs. You felt so warm pressed up against his muscular body. He exuded a heat that could keep you warm in the winter time.

You gasped again as he took one nipple in-between his thumb and finger. Your hands relaxed and you allowed him more room to work. You were so lost in a war deep inside your mind. Between what felt right and what was morally correct. That you hadn’t noticed his lips peppering kisses away from your mouth until his teeth and tongue grazed over your sensitive tips. He switched from one breast to the other making you whimper into darkness.

“Stay quiet.” He hissed around your nipple. It made your blood run cold. You knew he was right given the fact that six other initiates slept only a few feet away.

It also angered you. How was anyone to stay quiet when someone such as Eric was so skilled in making a person quiver and come alive the way he did.

It was the way he made you feel that kept you submissive to him. In these late hours he could probably get you to do anything he wanted. While during the day. Your mouth and stubbornness often got you in trouble. The fear of getting caught is what kept you from fighting with him now. You covered your mouth with your hand. Trying to control your breathing would help but it would only get worse.

“Good girl.” He taunted you. Knowing you hated when he said that. Something about it made you wet while also making you cringe.

Maybe it was the acknowledgement of his success in having power over you. Everything he did was controlled and calculated.

You tried to clear your mind. Eric left your breasts and slowly disappeared into the darkness. All you could do was stare up at the jagged ceiling while his lips kiss and nipped at your stomach. You held your breath when he was centered over you sex. He made sure to not touch the most sensitive parts.

His movements slowed to a very gentle and loving nature. This always confused you because it seemed out of place for Eric. He was usually cold and rough, straight to the point. This was where it was dangerous, if you didn’t keep your guard up this is what could make you soft for him. This is what would make you fall for him.

His lips felt hot as he pressed them into your inner thigh. It felt like he was branding you. He nipped hard enough to catch the skin, not enough to really hurt you. He sucked on the tender flesh and it made your groan deep in your throat. Your chest rose and fell in ragged breaths and your legs shivered. He kissed moving down. His hand gripped the outsides of your thighs keeping you right where he needed you.

The warmth spread across your mound and you wanted so badly to thrust your hips up so that he would be aligned with your sweet spot. Instead he went right to the other thigh. Kissing and then biting again to suck on the supple flesh. The teasing was starting to really set in. You wanted him more than anything and the urge to beg sat on the edge of your tongue.

“Eric!” You whispered harshly. It was a warning as he placed a chaste kiss against your folds like he would to lovers lips.

You swore you could feel him smirk against you. His grip tightened on your legs as you threatened to shut them. He continued to kiss your softness. Tasting the moisture that was collecting there. Feeling heat that was building deep inside of you. Your body shivered again and you tried to wiggle away but his grip was too strong and only added to the effects he had on you.

Slowly and gently he parted your folds with his lips. It made you tug your bottom lip between your teeth, anticipating what would come next. He breathed against you letting cool air hit your molten core. You whimpered alerting him that your guard was fully down and that you were his now. He stuck his tongue out and slowly slid it over your entrance and up towards your clit. You gripped the sheets and gritted your teeth waiting for it.

The Bastard stopped and only continued to softly kiss around your thighs again.

“Eric, pleeeease. Please. I need more.” You cried as softly as you could hoping he could hear but no one else would.

Eric seemed to ignore your pleas. He planted a hot wet kiss right over your clit. His tongue darted out quickly causing you to jerk at the sudden attack. A strangled moan slipped up causing you to slap your hand over your mouth.

The man was cruel he had teased you until you couldn’t take it anymore. And now he was licking and sucking on your clit with no mercy. You couldn’t hold back anymore you let out soft quiet moan and your hips started to push up and down. The bed creaked quietly enough to make you slow your movements even though Eric didn’t let up. Your whole body shook and it wouldn’t be long before you spilled over the precipice.

“Fuck you’re wet.” Eric whispered against your hot folds as he slipped a finger inside of you. You were tight but so wet that his finger just slipped right in. He pushed in until he was buried up to his knuckles, then he flexed his finger around in search of your G-spot.

“No!” Was all you could say as he hit it. You wanted to scream and cry out how good he made you feel but you had to remain quiet.

He sucked on your clit, giving a few good thrusts with his finger before he had you mewling into your pillow. You came hard and Eric didn’t let up. There was no way to stay quiet at that point. You moaned loudly into the pillow gripping it so hard that your knuckles turned white and it started to become hard to breathe.

To your horror the bed creaked to your left and you both froze. Eric moved away from your thighs but laid still against the bed. You peeked out nervously from the pillow to see Will turning to face the wall. After what seemed like an eternity he stilled and his breathing went back to a deep almost snore like rhythm.

You took a deep breath and turned to Eric who was now positioning himself at your entrance. You could feel his tip at your entrance as he leaned forward one hand went to your mouth covering it fully to keep any moans or whimpers in the palm of his hand. His free hand gripped your shoulder as he pushed in. Your eyes fluttered as he stretched you and filled you up. You were thankful for his hand because a groan of pleasure erupted in your throat.

“Isn’t this better than fighting me all the time?” His voice deep and full of lust. He whispered into your ear before nipping at the lobe.

He didn’t give you much time to adapt to his size but from being well lubricated it didn’t hurt. He pulled back and pushed in slowly it was almost agonizing. You could feel every inch and detail of the shape of his cock pushing past your walls.

He grunted softly staring down at you. It was more for his pleasure to watch you squirm and moan for him than it was to be intimate with you. You thought to look away but your eyes were locked onto his. Those beautiful yet devilish blue eyes. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tried to match up with his thrusts.

Something changed and you suddenly felt like you could relax and totally let him take care of you. He kept his same slow tempo, only he was starting to push deeper a little harder. Every time he’d brush against your sweet spot, the patch of nerves deep within your sex. 

“Next time you mouth off to me at training. I’ll take you like this behind the punching bags.” Eric kissed your neck pushed in deep. You arched your back another orgasm slowly building this time it felt more intense.

“Would you like that? The risk of Four and everyone knowing what a slut you are for me?” Eric gripped your shoulder tighter and pumped in and out of you faster.

The metal frame creaked in the room. All noises seemed to echo around the cement structure and Eric didn’t seem to care anymore if someone heard you. You moaned lewdly into his hand. Both your eyes became glassy as both of you neared your ecstasy. Eric grunted a deep and guttural grunt you could almost feel it through his chest. You begged him with your eyes. He seemed to know what you were saying. He moved his hand to replace it with his mouth. He kissed you passionately and hard as he picked up the pace. Both you were Moaning as your tongue sloppily danced in your mouths. His hand found your breasts and he flicked his thumbs over your nipples sending you faster over the edge.

Your arms wrapped around Eric’s neck and you held him tightly to you as if his oxygen was the only thing keeping you alive. Your toes curled and your body shook violently as your walls clenched and released. Eric groaned loving how tight you felt around his cock.

You felt sensitive and overheated as you came down from your high. Eric nestled himself in the nook of your neck as he neared his own orgasm.

“Eric, please don’t come in me.” You begged him calmly. You meant it but you were stuck in a world of bliss. You meant to say it confidently but your voice cracked into a soft moan. 

Eric only replied with growl as he pressed himself deep inside of you before coming himself. He stayed inside of you until he was sure there wasn’t even a drop left. Both of you lay there a hot sweaty mess. Eric didn’t lean back or pull out until he was completely soft. Once he did you could feel it drip out of you making a small puddle on the bed. Eric said nothing he just pulled up his pants and left.

———-

The next morning you felt sore and tired. You were still forced to get up early and to go to training. You knew today would be hell. All you wanted to do was stay in bed and sleep until tomorrow morning.

“Y/N are you ok?” Tris asked with look of worry on her face.

“Yeah, you look like shit.” Peter said pushing past to get ahead of the group. His comment and pushiness earned him a few eye rolls.

Your lack of sleep showed, you could barely throw an elbow or punch. You felt like a ghost trying to move a solid object. Eric walked by and everyone went silent. You swallowed hard and turned to see him staring at you. Once you made eye contact he smirked slightly, just enough for you to notice. He subtly licked his lips. That was it just that one gesture and you came undone. Your knees felt weak and the fire deep in your core came to life. You turned away and bit your lip, trying to focus on throwing some punches.

“Looks like I know how shut you up now.” Eric said in your ear sending shivers down your spine.

You would let Eric have his victory because now all you could think about was when the two of you would have a chance to be alone again.

[dancingazaleas]

floch forster | look at you (smut)

yeah i’m a floch simp... i don’t want to talk about it..

anyways enjoy brat tamer!floch or whatever he is in this because i’m on brainrot

edit: i’m sorry if this is bad, when i finished most of it i just wanted it to be over

warnings/notes: smut, cursing, brat tamer!floch, fem!reader, edging, overstimulation, spanking, clit spanking, choking, degradation, praise(if u squint), rough sex, aftercare(cus i love floch), porn without plot, face smacking, squirting, dumbification and spit kink.

ever since you’d woken up that morning, you were in a bad mood. whenever floch would try to hold you while watching a movie, you’d shove his arms away and he would only get to hold you if you forced his arms around you. you had barely spoken to him and whenever he said ‘i love you’ you just hummed in acknowledgment.

so, he decided to take you out to a club, begrudgingly, and invited mikasa, sasha, jean, and niccolo to come along. he assumes connie is tagging along since thing one and thing two never separate.

whenever you hung out with sasha, mikasa, and connie, your spirits seemed to lift. while he was happy, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done something wrong. he tried not to thinking about it too much as he talked with jean and niccolo sparingly.

he decided he’d let it slide, considering you were upset all day. but whenever he saw you speaking to a random man with a flirty look on your face, he decided that enough was enough.

which led you to now, hands pinned down behind your back as floch pulled your dress up over your ass and panties down and off your body.

“i’ve been nice all fuckin’ day, even when you were being a little bitch,” he growls as you try to kick him away while snickering, “and you decide to repay me by acting like a little whore. you better count without complaining and you might just get to cum tonight.”

you stuck your tongue out and turned to face floch, kicking your feet back and forth.

“who says i’m gonna let you,” you taunt and yelp at floch’s hand tangling with your hair and shoving your face into the mattress.

“me. i say. unless it’s not to count, an apology, or the safe-word, you don’t fucking speak,” he lets the hand on your head up.

he waits to see if you respond, but the only one he gets is a pout accompanied by a sharp glare. he keeps eye contact as he gives a harsh slap to your rear.

it has your hips jerking towards floch’s thighs and a sweet yelp falling out of your mouth as you croak out the number ‘one’.

by the time he’s at ten, you’re already tearing up and whining for him to stop. your whines have him spanking you harder than before, telling you that it isn’t the safe-word.

he doesn’t stop his spanking until he’s at the number 17, admiring the pretty crimson starting to form on your asscheek in the shape of a hand print. he lets go of the hands being held behind your back, using it to gently rub over your cheeks.

“crawl up and lay on your back,” he’s gently patting your thigh.

you don’t move, focused on wiping away the tears pouring out of your eyes.

you shake your head, sitting up and facing him on his lap, “don’t wanna, it’ll hurt my ass.”

“you should’ve thought about that before you were a slut,” floch grabs your neck with his right hand and your left thigh with his left hand.

he makes it seem easy whenever he lifts you up and throws you onto the bed. you whine as you watch floch unbutton his black shirt, trying to ignore the slight pain on your ass. he shimmies off of his jeans while you shimmy off your scrunched up dress.

floch straddles your hips, hand grabbing ahold of your neck and putting a small amount of pressure on it. you grab onto his wrist and he hisses as your nails dig into his skin.

“you wanna apologize,” he raises an eyebrow at your smug face.

you open your mouth, trying to catch some of your breath before you speak.

“no,” you give a breathy laugh and flutter your eyes to try and get rid of the tears.

whenever floch removes his hand, it gives you a chance to breathe—even if it’s pointless. because before you know it, floch’s hand slaps at your cheek and it has your head turning to the side. he grabs your jaw with the same hand and jerks your face back to look at him again.

“you sure?”

“yeah,” you’re smirking and manage to spit at him.

he flinches when it hits his nose and the sight makes you snicker, especially whenever he struggles to wipe it away with the back of his hand. but when he does get rid of it, you feel yourself getting the shivers at the neutral expression on his usually sneering face. floch isn’t exactly known for being understanding.

he squeezes your jaw harder, “open your mouth, right now.”

reluctantly, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, continuing to dig your nails into his wrist anxiously. he gathers his spit towards the inside of his lips and then spits into your mouth harshly. you whine at the feeling of it running down your tongue.

“close,” you keep your mouth open and tongue out.

“you want more,” he laughs, “you’re a dirty whore, wanting me to spit in your mouth like that.”

he spits in your mouth again, but this time it’s slower and—somehow—more seductive. you close your mouth and swallow, suddenly silent compared to before.

“you still don’t want to apologize”, he asks condescendingly and moves his hand away from your jaw.

you’re starting to feel yourself slipping in that small little headspace from all the harsh smacking and you know you won’t get what it is that you want if you keep up your bratty act. it’s going to be a miracle if he even gives you his cock.

“‘m sorry,” you mumble and try to rub your thighs together, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“say it louder, don’t mumble your words.”

“i’m sorry floch.”

“you mean that?” lips starting to bite and suck at your neck.

“i do! i do,” you whine, now clawing at his biceps and shoulders when his lips trail down to your tits.

he’s groping at one tit and biting at the other, twisting your perky nipple between his nimble fingers. when he pulls away, he admires the teeth marks he’s made around your areola. and he reeks of arrogance when you whine even louder whenever he licks a stripe back over said marks. but then he leans up to give you a, surprisingly, sweet kiss on your lips that has you humming in satisfaction. you pout at him with a small huff as he pulls away. he scoffs and forces himself in between your rubbing thighs.

“look at you,” he’s laughing again as he holds open your bare folds with his fingers, “you’re soaking, you fuckin’ slut.”

you’re shaking your head at him while he lowers himself to your glistening pussy. as soon as he rubs his tongue across your clit, your fingers are grabbing at the sheets.

he slowly inserts a finger inside of you, opposite arm reaching across your hips to hold them down. your moans raise an octave when he adds a second finger with his first, curling his fingers swiftly.

“gonna... ‘m gonna cum,” you cry while your toes curl and arch your back.

and with that, floch pulls away from your pussy and laughs at your body flopping against the bed while you cry.

“you thought you were gonna get to come so easily? after flirting with some sleazy guy at the club? must’ve slapped you stupid earlier,” his hands rub at your thighs, watching your chest rise up and down.

before you can reply, he’s burying his face back in your pussy again; eating you out as if you were his last meal on death row. his fingers are inside of you again, thrusting in and out of you vigorously. your hips are bucking against the arm holding them down and your fingers are clawing at your sheets.

“pl—please,” you managed to moan out, “gonna cum!”

floch moves his fingers faster and you feel him smirk against your clit. your moans are getting higher and shorter as you start to tip over edge of euphoria. but before you can, floch’s pulling away and chuckling at how your legs start to shake and your whimpers. you moan out whenever floch smacks your clit with the tips of his fingers.

“you’re so dumb,” he scoffs, “you actually think you’re gonna get to cum after the way you’ve acted all day?”

you’re sobbing and whining at this point, now tugging at his hair. he slaps your hands away, going back to torturing your puffy clit with his tongue. you’re legs are trembling whenever he pulls away again.

“please... wanna.. come please,” your lip quivers when floch comes back up to your face.

“ ‘wan, wanna com,” floch mocks your face and voice.

it makes you sniffle and reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. he kisses you.

“god, look at you,” floch groans against your lips, “begging like an obedient whore just to come around my fingers. you’re stupid if you think i’m gonna let you come around anything that isn’t my cock.”

he coos condescendingly, “you want that, needy girl?”

you nod frantically and squeeze your eyes close, tears going to run down your cheeks. floch pulls away and takes off the grey boxer briefs he’s got on. the tip of his cock is an angry red and dripping with precum.

he pumps his cock twice with his right hand before gripping it at the shaft and aligning it at your entrance. he slowly pushes it into you, snorting at your needy moans. he throws his head back with a groan as he bottoms out, and grips at the back of your thighs and pushing the front of them to your torso.

“floch! floch!” you sound like a broken record as you keen his name.

“you gonna come? just from me shoving my cock in you,” he patronizes, “haven’t even moved yet, and you’re already about to cream on my cock.”

he pulls out halfway and quickly thrusts back in and he can’t help but laugh for the umpteenth time at you throwing your head back while you flutter around him. he lets you put your legs around his waist and reaches up to put his hand on your neck and the other one holding up his weight by your head.

you’re crying out his name again when he starts thrusting in and out of you and applies pressure to your windpipe. it, quite literally, leaves you breathless and letting out broken moans.

he squeezes a little tighter for a bit, “do not fucking come.”

you plead and grab at his wrist, trying to ignore how floch’s cock drags against the sweet spongy spot inside of you, how his tip prods at your cervix, and how his hand squeezes against your throat. it leads you towards your orgasm; lower body convulsing against the mattress while your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

floch scoffs and takes his hand off of your neck, stilling his hips.

he smacks you, barking at you, “i thought i told you not to come.”

“ ‘m sorry,” you babble, “felt too good..! ‘m sorry.”

he smacks your face again, “it only felt good for you. you’re gonna lay here and let me use you until i come, understand?”

you shake your head whenever he starts thrusting into you again, “sensitive!”

he doesn’t stop thrusting even when he slaps you across the face again, “you’re the one who came without permission, you deal with the consequences. it’s what you get for being a whore anyways.”

with that, you’re coming again within a matter of minutes, mind completely blanking out from all the edging and sudden overstimulation. your eyes glaze over just as floch puts his hand against your neck once again.

floch starts rubbing a thumb on your clit with his other hand, slowly starting to near his orgasm. it has you squirting on his cock with a high pitched moan. he groans and throws his head back at your pussy gripping him like a vise.

“coming inside,” he warns and you just nod and squeeze him absentmindedly.

he comes, groans falling from his lips when his thrusting slows down to grinding while he rides out his orgasm.

he takes a moment to catch his breath, finally pulling his half hard cock out of you. his cups your cheek, gently facing you towards his face.

“you okay? you with me,” he asks softly and rubs his thumb on your cheekbone.

you respond with incoherent mumbles and fluttering eyes. he places a kiss on your cheek and scurries off into your shared bathroom. you hear the water turn on and the opening and closing of different cabinets. floch’s walking towards you with a warm, wet rag in his hand. he wipes away the cum that’s starting to drip out of you and onto the bedsheets, and the temperature sends shivers running down your spine.

he throws the rag into your bathroom—that had its door open—and gently picks you up bridal style. he carries you into the bathroom and carefully puts you into the running water. the pressure on your burn as you whining, especially whenever he slips in behind you.

“you with me now,” he pecks and massages your shoulders.

you hum in response as he lathers soap up in his hands. he washes you silently and cautiously, not wanting to inflict anymore pain unto you.

whenever he’s done washing you, he helps you stand on your wobbly feet. he dries off your hair and for some reason it has you smiling stupidly while ogling him. he gives a little smile when he catches your staring, covering your face in sweet little kisses. you start giggling and pucker your lips in a request of a kiss.

he kisses you continuously, hands gently holding your cheeks after he wraps the towel around your shoulders.

“look at you,” he gives you a kiss and it makes you feel light on your feet, “my beautiful girl.”

[tteokdoroki]

“Say it again.” Everything stopped as a heavy, scarred, hand rested against your throat. Barely applying pressure but the look in his eyes was enough alone to make you tremble. “Say. It. Now, Princess.” It wasn’t a warning, more a threat.

“F-fuck me..” your voice was soft and trembling. A deep, annoyed sigh reached your ears, the pressure around your neck increasing, along with new pressure against your heat. Katsuki had pushed his knee against your clothed cunt.

“Last chance. Say it again or I’m going home.” His voice was gravelly and low, but there was a cocky tone beneath it all, it was unmistakeable. One he held all his life, like he was better than everyone else and frankly.. It’s true. At least here and now.

“Bakug-“ the low growl he let out cut you off. “Okay! Okay! Please fuck me, Dynamight! Please!” Your back arched off the bed slightly when his knee dug harder against you, a broken moan echoing through the room. In a flash, you were face down on the mattress, being basically manhandled as Katsuki yanked you by your hips onto your knees, hand that was once around your throat now fumbling with his belt buckle.

“That’s right, I knew you’d do it. Is this what you wanted, brat? How long have you fantasized about me rescuing your sorry ass and then using your body to make up for the time and effort? How long have you wanted the number 2,” you caught the slightly bitter tone on 2. “To fuck you senseless?” When you didn’t answer beyond a meek little squeak, he grabbed you by the root of your hair, pulling you up by said grip. “I’m getting tired of you playing coy. When I ask you a question, you answer.” He pulled you up a little more, his legs pinning yours while his other hand wrapped around to fondle your breasts.

He held you right against his chest, chin in your neck after he pulled his hand from your hair, sliding it to your jaw and using that as leverage now. He nipped at your earlobe before sucking purple marks into your jaw line.

“All the time, I think about it whenever you get hom-home from work,” you babbled. He chuckled, but didn’t stop his actions. “And when you’re away for days at a t-TIME!” You yellped when he slid some of his fingers into your underwear, targeting your clot and rubbing figure eights into it.

“Keep going..” he hummed, listening to your breathing labor slightly. You weren’t about to disobey when he was finally touching you again, so you continued.

“You’re gone for so long, being a strong hero, protectING people,” your breath hitched and you had to bite your lip to suppress the moan, trying to keep your cool. He always knew how to touch you just right to keep you on your toes.. “You’re the symbol of strength, Dynamight.. How could I not want you to fuck me?” You fell forward, Katsuki’s chest heavy on your back as his fingers slid farther back, prodding at you and finally stretching you open.

“Dirty girl, at least now I know you aren’t just trying to stroke my ego,” he commented degradingly as he felt the wetness on his fingers. You moaned and tried desperately to push your hips against his fingers, only making him stop. “You’ll get it, don’t fucking worry. Be patient.” Not that you could see it, but his voice gave it away. He was taking his time, concentrating, making sure he hit all the right places to make you squirm and moan, which you were. You could picture his face in your mind; Stoick and Calm, an air of authority surrounding him. His jaw clenched, eyes narrowed with the tiniest hint of a smirk on his face. Whenever he made that face, others should be afraid.. It only made you excited.

“Glad you finally learned my name,” he leaned in closer, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “Because I’m gonna make you scream it all. Night. Long.”

cw // smut, power play, breeding kink, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou. 18+ mdni.

something about the way your body so easily submits to your hero’s, should humiliate you but even as bakugou’s thick and experienced fingers draw slow shapes into your puffy clit; you can’t bring yourself to feel an ounce of shame. this was exactly what you wanted, to be at the mercy and hands of someone who might as well have been considered a god. no, your god, your dynamight. “a-anything you want, dynamight...” the weight of his hero name is heavy on your tongue and you can feel bakugou’s cock twitch at the base of your spine. “you want me to s-scream, i’ll do it...want my hero so bad.”

each stroke to bakugou’s ego earns you another swipe to your sticky folds that gush at every movement he makes, free hand roaming the expanse of your chest and pinching your pebbled nipples. “your hero, huh?” that same air of confidence from earlier returns to the pro hero’s voice as his cock that was once pressed flush against your back, slides through your glistening folds. all you can do is nod and clutch at the marred hands that hold you up, knowing that if bakugou were to move you would collapse right onto the sheets. “‘course i’m your hero baby, no one else would wanna save a slut like you. not when you’re in the shape of my cock. you want it so badly, you put yourself in danger for my attention, for cock plunged deep in that pathetic lil cunt of yours, right baby?”

his sharp words shoot straight your core, clamping around nothing but gushing over the man who holds you to his chest. you can feel the hitch in his breath and see the smirk in his voice as your beloved hero degrades you down to the needy little thing you truly are. bakugou takes his time; grinding his cock against your dripping heat, pawing at every part of your body exposed to him just to get a rouse out of you. it works, but you barley have time to grind against him before he’s grabbing your hips to still you—leaving your sexes to pulse hotly against one another. “‘s all true katsuk—!” you gasp out, tears springing in your eyes, ready to roll down your cheeks at the harsh spank against your tummy, the spark of his quirk flashing gently across your skin. “i-im sorry,” you squirm, apology wet across your lips. “please dynamight, f-fuck me.”

“atta girl, beg me nicely, cry for me like the little bitch you are.” katsuki growls into your ear, finally pushing you face first into the sheets. his weighty girth brushes against your entrance as the pro hero presses himself against your back— easing into you at last. the pair of you grown at the stretch as the blonde sits within your soaked, velvety walls, easily allowing you to suck him in. he gropes at your ass, using the flesh to pull you back onto his cock as he sets an unrelenting pace. the world goes black, stars aligning your vision as your idol fucks you into the mattress without showing any signs of easing up on your abused little cunt. “wanna keep being my good girl? then beg me to fill you up with my cum...wanna see it drip down those cute fucking thighs of yours.”

[ilovedilfdraco]

Honeymoon | D.M

It’s probably shitty towards the end 💀

Warnings ~ smut and fingering

It had been hours since Audrey and Draco’s special day ended, and they were currently on their way to his vacation house in Paris for their honeymoon.

While they were in the car- the white moon shone brightly and cast a pearly hue onto the couple's faces so they could just see each other perfectly.

Draco’s hand was resting on her upper thigh and teasingly tracing invisible shapes onto her soft skin. Wherever spot he grazed with his fingers, goosebumps arose while a chill consumed her body.

She could never get tired of this effect he had on her.

"Tell me, Mrs. Malfoy, what are we going to do when we get there?" He questioned as he gripped her thigh.

Her head lifted from his shoulder as she looked into his light grey eyes. A small smile appeared on her lips when she saw his eyes glisten at the view of her. “I’m going to sleep.” She sighed while placing her head back where it previously was.

"I don’t think you’re going to be getting any of that tonight, mon chéri.” He chuckled.

Mon chéri. The two words that can instantly make butterflies erupt in her stomach, just like all the other words he would call her.

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Soon enough the two arrived at the French Château, and before they entered, Draco turned towards her with a playful smirk displayed on his face.

"What?"

He didn't reply but instead, he cupped her cheeks and kissed her.

She thought nothing of it and kissed him back. Her arms wrapped around his neck as his hands traveled down to her lower back.

While she was distracted, he successfully lifted her over his shoulder so that one of his hands was resting on her ass and the other was on her lower back.

When he was walking inside, he could feel her hands lightly hitting his back, and that only made his smirk grow.

"Put me down." She groaned.

"Hmm, how about no."

Audrey let out a yelp when his hand collided with her ass.

"Sorry love, my hand slipped." He snickered.

His footsteps came to a halt and before she knew it, he was laying her down on the four-poster bed, and once she was comfortable he kneeled down onto the floor and removed her heels.

She took a second to look at the room and saw that it had cream-colored walls with white trims lining the top and bottom, also the large windows were covered with white drapes that allowed the moonlight to shine through.

Overall the bedroom was royalty-like fit for a king and his queen.

Draco too removed his shoes and laid next to her.

They both faced each other and didn't say a word as they admired each other- the room was filled with a comfortable silence as well as their soft breathing.

His pale veiny hand was resting on her hip, and then all of a sudden he pulled her closer as if he wanted to see how the goddesses sculpted her.

"You are so fucking beautiful, you know that?" He murmured, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

She nodded her head, while a crimson shade coated her cheeks.

His hand left her face and started traveling towards the hem of her short dress, she let out a breath when she felt his fingers caress her bare skin.

His soft lips placed a kiss on her neck all the way to her jawline- then finally he captured her lips with his.

Audrey could feel the butterflies taking over her stomach, fluttering around the area like they owned it- which technically they did since the feeling of Draco's lips against hers ignited something in her and because the butterflies were there most of the time when she was with him.

And as for Draco, he felt his heart start to beat erratically because her scent managed to make its way up to his nose and fog his brain with need and love for the girl he was kissing.

Draco abruptly pulled away despite him wanting to continue tasting her lips. He carefully moved on top of her, his fingers wrapped around her dress straps, and right before he pulled the cloth down-

"Is this okay, love?" He asked.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy."

When his surname rolled off of her tongue smoothly he could feel his trousers tightening as his dick became harder, and his original light grey eyes turned a shade darker as a storm of lust pooled in it.

Without a second thought, he pulled the entirety of her dress down revealing her breasts and white lace panties, she let out a gasp when she felt the cold air make contact with her cunt through the thin material.

Audrey then watched as he got up and removed his clothing, she bit her lip at the sight of his erection. She began to imagine all the things he would do to her tonight and she couldn't help but feel aroused.

He crawled back on top of her- a smirk never leaving his lips and then he started to leave love bites from her chest to her lower abdomen, as he did this he would whisper praises against her skin.

Finally, his fingers wrapped around the waistband of her panties and pulled the fabric down.

"Wet already?" he taunted as his pointer and middle finger collected the arousal from her folds.

"Shut up," She scoffed while rolling her eyes.

His thumb pressed down on her clit and she let out a moan as the pressure sent vibrations along her nerves.

"Don’t give your husband an attitude."

Before she could fully process his words, he entered two of his long slender fingers in her entrance.

A moan escaped her lips when she felt his fingers curl and brush up against her g-spot effortlessly, his thumb was pressed against her clit and every so often he would move it in a circular motion-which only added to her pleasure.

Her hands were gripping the sheets as his fingers sped up the pace.

"Good girl. You take my fingers so well." He continued to praise her as he looked into her eyes- which kept fluttering shut every time he would hit a perfect spot inside her.

Audrey started moving her hips- trying to reach the feeling she wanted and craved, this only made Draco's free hand hold her down.

His dick was leaking with precum as he studied her reactions when he'd move his fingers a certain way or when he'd apply more pressure to her clit. Even when he was corrupting her last shreds of innocence- that is if she still had it, she managed to look like a goddess.

He felt her clench around his slender fingers and he knew she was about to cum so he continued his movements but quickened the pace.

“Fuck.” She threw her head back.

She was too caught up in her pleasure to realize that his thumb on her clit was replaced with his tongue- not that she would complain.

Audrey’s back slightly arched and she let out a louder moan when she felt her core release the build-up.

Draco removed his fingers that were coated with the white liquid and brought it to his mouth- seductively licking it clean.

“You taste so good, mon chèri.” He groaned as he was now on top of her.

Audrey’s cheeks were now basically painted in pink and mascara was starting to stream down her cheeks due to the tears that brimmed her eyes.

He placed a kiss on her lips and without hesitation she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer.

Her fingers stroked his hair and she could feel his tip align with her entrance, without warning- he slowly pushed himself inside her.

Their lips disconnected as a groan left his lips at the feeling of her tight cunt and she let out a moan when he continued to push the last remaining inches of his dick inside her sensitive cunt.

Draco started to slowly thrust his hips not giving her time to adjust to his size, his forehead was resting against hers and his hand was tangled into her hair.

"P-Please go faster." She cried out, her hands were gripping his shoulder blades and her legs were slightly shaking as he kept hitting her g-spot subconsciously.

He groaned against her forehead- the sound of her unstable voice begging him to do more to her was his second favorite sound and he would do anything just to keep hearing it.

He sped up the pace and he could hear moans of his name slip out of her mouth, he knew if she kept doing that he wouldn't be able to last long.

His free hand traveled down towards her clit and he started to apply pressure with his thumb while rubbing it in a circular motion, she could feel her core start to ache with a need to come.

"You have no idea what you do to me, Audrey." He said before planting another soft kiss on her lips.

He felt her clench around his dick when he hit her g-spot again, and that’s when neither of them could hold back their orgasms any longer.

She could feel the white liquid that came out of his tip coat her walls and that was all she needed to release the build up in her core.

After he thrusted into her a few more times making sure she finished- he pulled out and laid next to her, pulling the blanket over her and himself.

Both of their chests were heaving as their hearts were still beating erratically after their physical activities.

His arm was wrapped around her shoulder and he placed another kiss onto her temple.

“I love you, Mrs. Malfoy.”

“And I love you, Mr. Malfoy.”

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Author:

I ended up re-writing this so that's why it took so long

Love you <3

[inagetawaycarxo]

Double The Fun | Matt Casey Ft Antonio Dawson

❛❛ Would love to see a smut of casey x reader x Antonio if that’s possible. Something to do with Halloween costumes and getting their opinions and it all goes wrong into a threesome???❜❜-hazelsmith1994

Pairings: Antonio Dawson x Reader, Matt Casey x Reader

Featuring: Antonio Dawson, Y/n (Reader), Matt Casey.

Summary: Y/n gets Matt and Antonio’s opinion on Halloween costumes only for it to turn heated.

WARNINGS: smut, sex, oral (female receiving), threesomes, light choking, 18+, double penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), errors (cause Grammarly likes to miss some), rip ovaries.

Word Count: 1911

A/N: Got an Antonio Dawson or Matt Casey or One Chicago request? Send it in.

Matt and Antonio sat on your bed.  Waiting patiently for you to come out with the next Halloween costume you wanted their opinion on. Their heads looked up in the direction of the master bathroom door.

Their eyes darkening with lust as you walked out in a tight black bodysuit. Cat ears on your head. A black choker around your neck. Black fishnet garter tights, as well as black knee-high boots and a tail. Both men bite their lower lip. Feeling their bulges grow in their pants.

“So, what do you think?” You asked them. Giving them a pleading look, as you bit your lower lip while twirling the tail in between your fingers. this only seemed to make their erection grow.

Antonio and Matt looked at each other. Nodding their heads. This seemed to make you grow anxious. They turned their attention back to you. Giving you a mischievous smile.

“We love it, In fact, We want to rip it off of you.” Antonio spoke. Making you open your mouth in shock. You quickly closed it. Antonio’s words sinking in. You felt yourself get slightly wet. Making you clench your thighs together. This made Antonio and Matt smirk devilishly.

“Do you want Matt and I to have you? Both of us pleasuring you at the same time?” Antonio asked. As you bit your lips. Getting wetter and wetter by the second. You nodded your head yes. Making both men smile.

You took the first step. Sauntering over to them. Making them moan.

You stopped in front of them. Standing in between them. Their eyes raking over your body. Both of them moaned as they looked at your boobs. Reaching both your hands towards Antonio and Matt. Gently caressing their jawlines with your fingers. Making their eyes flutter slightly. You pulled away smirking at them. As you looked at Antonio and Matt with a devilish smirk.

You quickly straddled Antonio taking him off guard. Lowering your head down towards his. Antonio looked at you intently. As your eyes fluttered closed. Pressing your lips against his softly.  Grinding against his pelvis. Making Antonio groan into the kiss. His fingers raking through your hair. Gripping your hair tightly, as he deepened the kiss. Your hands resting on the sides of his neck.

Matt let out a moan, as he watched you make out with Antonio. His hand palming his covered erection, biting his bottom lip.

You pulled away from Antonio. Panting, as you tried to regain some air in your lungs. Eyes darkened with lust. You gave Antonio a smirk, then turned your attention towards Matt. Taking your bottom lip in between your teeth. Giving him a seductive look, while beckoning him to come closer to you so, you could kiss him. Antonio’s fingers loosened from your hair. His hands falling to your waist and gripping it.

Matt obliged, coming closer to you. Leaning forwards towards you. your fingers clasping underneath is chin, as your lips captured his lips. Kissing him feverishly all the while grinding against Antonio’s crotch. Matt’s hands cupped the side of your face. Pulling you closer to him. Both of you moaning into the kiss.

Antonio leaned closer to your neck. moving your hair to the side, lowering his head towards your neck. Placing feather-light kisses on your neck, making you moan into Matt’s mouth. Antonio smirked against your neck. His hand gripping your hair tightly, pulling you away from Matt’s lips making you pout.

“How about we give y/n the best orgasm she will ever have?” Antonio spoke to Matt. Making Matt smirk.

Antonio’s grip on your waist tightened as he flipped you onto the bed. Taking you off guard. His body pressed up against yours. As his lips connected with yours. Kissing you passionately. Matt crawled over to Antonio on you. His lips pressing against your neck. Trailing heated kisses along your neck, then towards your shoulder. His hand snaking down towards your thigh. His fingers fumbling as he undid the snaps closure at your crotch. Slipping his finger against your wet slick folds. Smirking against your shoulder. While his other hand slipped the strap of your bodysuit down. all the while slipping a finger into your wet core. Making you moan into Antonio’s mouth.

“She’s wet.” He mumbled against your shoulder. The vibrations making you even wetter. You slightly bucked your hips trying to create more friction.

Antonio broke the kiss. His lips trailing your jawline, then your neck, making you arch your neck back, as Matt slide his finger in and out of you. Trailing kisses up towards the crook of your neck.

“More.” You gasped out. Hands gripping Antonio’s sides. Antonio and Matt smirked against your skin.

Antonio tugging the other strap off your arm. His mouth stopping near your cleavage as he tugged the bodysuit down. freeing your cleavage. Both of their bulges tightened against their pants as they saw you had no bra on.

“No bra, naughty girl.” Antonio taunted. Looking at you with lust blown eyes. Making you moan.

He lowered his mouth down towards the valley of your breast. Trailing butterfly kisses down till he reached were the bodysuit rested. Neglecting your boobs. He moved his head down towards your core was, Matt removed his fingers from your core, making you let out a whine, just as Matt's fingers were removed, Antonio replaced it with his mouth. Making you let out a loud moan. head tilting backwards as your mouth opened in an o shape. Eyes fluttering closed.

Matt trailed his mouth down towards your jugular. Then towards your boobs, one of his hands cupping your boob while his mouth wrapped around your boob, sucking your nipple. Making you moan. A jolt of pleasure rippling through your entire body. Antonio sucked harder. Gliding his tongue in between your folds. Matt mouthed his mouth onto your other boob. Your toes curling as waves of pleasure washed over your body. One of your hands gripped Matt’s hair, while the other one gripped the bed sheets tightly. Knuckles turning white.  

Matt moved his mouth away from your boob making you gasp at the cold air hitting your nipples. Both nipples rising.

Matt moved his head down to your core. Attaching his mouth to your clit. Swirling his tongue around your clit. While Antonio continued to eat you out. Antonio pinned your hips down as you kept bucking them up.

Moaning out their names, as well, as gasping. Gripping tightly onto the bedsheet as well as Matt's hair.

You felt the familiar sensation forming in the pit of your stomach. All this pleasure was too much for you. Your orgasm washing over you in an intense amount of waves, making you release into Antonio’s mouth. Your whole-body convulsing under their touch. Antonio swallowed your cum. Giving you a few more sucks before pulling away. Matt did the same removing his mouth from your clit. Your eyes fluttered open as you saw both men stare intensely at you.

“I’ll go underneath, and you can go on top.” Matt insisted as he continued to stare at you with lust-filled eyes. Making you tremble.

Your mouth slightly watering as both men stripped their clothes off. Your eyes raking over their bodies. Eyes darkening with lust. Feeling a dull ache between your legs. You clenched your legs together when they freed their erection. Biting your lower lip. Both men smirked at you.

Matt took the first step crawling over to you. Laying beside you. Craning your neck to look at him. His blue eyes were dark with lust. One of his hands grabbed your chin. Pulling your face closer to him, as he kissed you passionately. Eyes fluttering closed. His arm snaking around your stomach. pulling you on top of him. You gasped into the kiss. Making Matt slip his tongue into your mouth. His hand that was on your chin slipped away, trailing down your sides to his erect erection. Grabbing his shaft and aligning his cock with your entrance. Slowly entering you. Both of you moaning. Tilting your head back. Resting it against the crook of his neck. His hand that went to his shaft grabbed your throat gently. Still kissing you deeply, as he thrusted in and out of you. One of your hands rested by Matt’s side, gripping the bedsheets. While the other one held onto his wrist, while he continued to choke you lightly. His other hand resting on your side.

Antonio felt precum drip from his tip as he watched Matt’s dick slide in and out with you. His hand gripped his shaft. Moving his hand up and down a few times, then stopping as he made his way over to Matt and you kneeling. His knees on either side of Matt’s thighs. Aligning himself with your entrance.

“Oh my god.” You gasped out, as you felt yourself stretch out as Antonio entered you. His cock rubbing against Matt’s cock. Both men groaned. Thrusting in and out of you at different times. Your grip on the bedsheets tightening. Knuckles turning white.

It took the boys a few more thrusts to finally thrust in an out at the same time. Creating a rhythm. Waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You felt pure bliss. Your walls clenching around Matt’s and Antonio’s cocks.

Matt pulled his mouth away from your mouth. Resting his head against the side of your head. Your head quickly fell back, exposing your neck. Antonio quickly took advantage of your exposed neck. Leaning down, hovering above you as he trailed kisses along your neck. Making you let go of Matt’s wrist and grip the back of Antonio’s head.

Moaning loudly.

The sound of moans, groans and gasps, as well as skin on skin, could be heard throughout the room.

Trembling with pleasure, toes curling, eyes rolled back in your head. Mouth open in an O form. You felt your second orgasm arise. A familiar feeling forming in the pit of your stomach. Though Matt and Antonio weren’t far off from coming as well.

You felt Matt’s warm breath of your ear. Making you shiver slightly.

“You like having two dicks inside of you, don’t you?” Matt asked, as Antonio and he continued to thrust into you.

“She loves it.” Antonio answered for you. Smirking against your neck. Both men looked at each other, smirking at each other. Antonio’s thumb went down to your clit. Rubbing circles.

“We can tell you are close. Let it go, baby, come on our cocks.” Antonio commanded in a deep low voice. Making you let out a moan, your grip tightening.

Both men continued to thrust into you feeling their cocks twitch as your walls clenched around their cocks, your cum coating their cocks, their thrusts got sloppier as their climax’s peeked, both moaning and groaning, as they released their warm seed inside of you. their cum mixing with yours. Making you moan. Matt’s grip on your stomach tightened.

They gave one last thrust before stopping. Their cocks still buried deep inside of you. Antonio collapsed on top of you making Matt and you groan. Antonio buried his head Matt’s hand slipped away from your side grabbing your hand that was holding the bedsheets. Fingers intertwining his fingers with yours. You let go of Antonio’s hair, reaching out to grab his hand. Antonio happily obliged. Intertwining his fingers with yours. All breathing heavily.

“The cat costume it is then.” You smirked, making both men chuckle…