#I desire so much to lick and bite and chew on it

[hy6erion]

I am a sucker for pervert Viktor!!! (>u<) so cute

𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐯! 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

⇢ 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭(𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢), 𝐯𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐟𝐭, 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨 𝐨𝐧.

𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭!

��/𝐧: i also apologise for not posting lately!! I just have been a bit busy but it should be better now!

Perv! Viktor who steals your freshly worn panties straight from the laundry, then returns them like nothing ever happened.

He waits until you’re out of the room before he snatches them—still warm, still damp with the remnants of your arousal. He buries his face in the fabric, groaning as he fists his cock, imagining how your pussy must have felt, soaked and clinging to the fabric all day. When he’s done, he makes sure to put them right back where he found them, so you never even notice they were gone. The thought of you slipping them on, unknowingly wearing his dried release against your folds, makes him unbearably hard all over again.

Perv! Viktor who coats your personal belongings with his cum just to mark you.

Your hairbrush, your hand cream, the pen you chew absentmindedly while working—he’s tainted them all. He strokes himself over them, biting down on his lip to keep quiet, his seed spilling over your innocent possessions. When you use them later, completely unaware, it takes everything in him not to lose his mind. The idea that his essence is on you, that you’ve touched it, carried it, maybe even licked it by accident—it makes him delirious with possessive need.

Perv! Viktor who rigs Hextech surveillance just to watch you undress in the privacy of your room.

He tells himself he just wants to keep you safe, but that’s a lie so weak even he doesn’t believe it. The hidden lenses capture everything—the way you peel off your dress, the way your hands glide over your skin, completely unaware of your silent audience. He watches every night, stroking himself as you stretch, arch, slip your fingers between your thighs to satisfy your own desires. He strokes in time with you, whispering praises you’ll never hear, moaning your name as if you belong to him already.

Perv! Viktor who deliberately spills something on you just for the excuse to touch you.

“Ah, my apologies” he murmurs, eyes dark with barely concealed hunger as he dabs at your clothes, his fingers pressing just a little too firmly against your chest, your thighs. His fingers linger, brushing over sensitive spots under the guise of being helpful. If you shift, feeling weirdly embarrassed, he merely smiles, playing the part of the gentleman, all while his cock aches from how close he is to touching you exactly where he wants.

Perv! Viktor who masturbates in the very spot where you sat, while your scent is still fresh.

The moment you leave, Viktor is there, inhaling the lingering warmth where your body once rested. He spreads his legs, fists his cock, grinding into the same seat cushion that cradled your ass minutes ago. He imagines you riding him there, your heat pressed against his lap, moaning his name like you need him. He cums hard, making a mess of himself, panting as he envisions what it’ll be like when he finally has you for real.

Perv! Viktor who presses against you just a little too much in crowded spaces.

It’s innocent enough—after all, the hallways are narrow, the space limited—but Viktor takes full advantage of every accidental brush. His hip against your ass, his thigh against your own, the firm press of his body behind you. If you so much as gasp or stiffen, he chuckles under his breath, pretending not to notice the way he’s pressing against you just a little too firmly. You think it’s a coincidence, but Viktor knows exactly what he’s doing.

Perv! Viktor who licks the rim of your glass when you’re not looking.

You leave your drink unattended for a moment, and Viktor can’t resist. His tongue flicks over the place where your lips once were, tasting the ghost of your presence. It’s perverse, it’s filthy, and it only makes his obsession worse. The idea of your mouth so close to his, even if you don’t know it, makes his cock throb with frustration. He wonders how much further he could go before you’d finally notice.

Perv! Viktor who fantasizes about taking you in your sleep.

He watches you doze off after a long day, your body relaxed, unaware, defenseless. His mind wanders—what if he were to slip under the covers? What if he ran his fingers over your bare skin, teasing between your thighs, feeling the way your body responds even in slumber? He knows it’s wrong, but the temptation eats away at him, his cock hard and leaking as he strokes himself to the image of your soft, unknowing body beneath him.

[loganhowlettshousewife]

animal

chapter 4

friendly reminder that i am not a writer, i'm just a girl who loves logan howlett and wanted to write something exploring his animalistic side since i so rarely see it done. my first language is also not english, so please do not be rude when giving me any feedback.

warnings: swearing, drinking/alcohol, mentions of sex, mentions of blood, violence, killing, angst, i hate the pacing of this but i rewrote it like three times and then gave up

series masterlist │my masterlist

after sharing your first kiss, logan becomes much more clingy. he’s attached to you at nearly all times. if you’d thought he was affectionate before, you had no idea what you were getting into. his favourite thing is to press his face into your neck, licking and biting the skin there, but it’s not just your neck. you’ve become a chew toy for a 400 pound man.

he’s never too harsh with it, always gentle with you. he knows you’re not as strong as him. it’s affectionate nibbling, like dogs biting their owners, and you love it because it’s such a clear sign of logan’s happiness.

it reminds you of the early days with logan, where he couldn’t stand to be in a different room as you, though now it’s no longer out of fear but out of a deep desire for closeness and companionship.

and things are good for a while, like that. you enjoy the ease of your unlabeled relationship. he’s yours and you’re his, in every capacity. there’s no need to put an arbitrary, man-made label on your relationship when most of it is quiet, unspoken. you’ve never really had a conversation about what you are, but it’s obvious.

you had thought yourself happy before meeting logan, at peace with the life you’d made for yourself, self-sufficient and doing all the things you loved. you weren’t slaving away at a corporate job, making hardly enough money to support your hobbies, leaving you with hardly any time to enjoy them anyway. it was good.

this is a different kind of happiness, one you’d thought was only real in fairytales. you feel as though he has some sort of six-sense telling him how you’re feeling, when you’re tense or unhappy. he makes you feel like a princess.

but all good things must come to an end. 

he starts to have more nightmares, takes to sleeping in the guest room because he doesn’t want to keep you awake all night with him. more often than not you’ll hear him shouting in his sleep, deep grunts of pain that have you rising from your bed and joining him, hoping your presence will soothe him.

and you like to think that it does. you never get too close to him when he’s tossing and turning restlessly, claws out, metal gleaming in the low moonlight streaming from the gap in the curtains, but you know that logan’s senses are enhanced, heightened, and so you hope that he can feel your presence even while stuck in a nightmare, that you can drag him out of it. eventually he always either settles or wakes up, though both are better alternatives than watching him struggle against an invisible enemy.

you’ve had a few more close calls, where his claws get a little too close, where you let your guard down and lean closer towards him even though you know better, because your heart aches for him.

he becomes more human by the day. he doesn’t tell you when his memories start to come back to him, but you can tell.

you can tell when you get home to find him on the couch with a bottle of whiskey that he must have gotten from the cellar, the one you’d never shown him how to find. it belonged to your grandfather, so you’d gotten it along with the house, but you don’t drink very often and so you haven’t made much use of it.

he takes large swigs of the half-empty bottle, the smell of whiskey on his breath and the taste of booze on his tongue when you go to kiss him. 

you can tell when he becomes less expressive with you, no longer sharing his emotions on his face or with his behaviour as easily as before. he doesn’t bound up to you and sniff you to check where you’ve been, to check if anyone’s gotten too close, their scent clinging onto your clothes. he doesn’t growl when he’s upset or annoyed, just grits his teeth and clenches his jaw tight.

you can tell by the way he holds back his little noises when you pull his head into your lap, scratching at his scalp and tugging on the longer tufts of his hair that you’d jokingly started to refer to as kitty ears. you miss the soft purring, the knowledge that logan was happy and comfortable with you.

sometimes you’ll plan out conversations in your head, acting out how you’ll talk to him and the words you’ll use and how he might reply. but when you try to ask him if he’s alright, placing a hand on his trembling one, sitting down in his lap so he can’t escape, he always shrugs it off. he tells you you’re sweet for worrying about him and kisses you until you no longer remember what you wanted to say.

there’s something happening in his mind that he’s not telling you about, but you chalk up all his odd behaviours to him needing time to deal with remembering his old life.

if his constant nightmares tell you anything, it’s that the memories returning to him aren’t positive ones. there’s a pain in him that wasn’t there before, a darkness that lingers behind his eyes, haunted by things he’s seen. you can’t imagine anyone would deal very well with the onslaught of traumas returning with a vengeance.

he doesn’t stop kissing you, doesn’t stop hugging you from behind, doesn’t stop surprising you by sneaking up behind you and picking you up out of nowhere, making you shriek and giggle. so you tell yourself you’re being dramatic, it’ll resolve itself in time.

it doesn’t.

he goes out to run through the forest, to hunt as the natural predator he was always meant to be, but when he comes back he won’t speak to you. he shrugs you off, locking the door to the bathroom so you can’t meet him in there.

it’s a small thing, but it’s a crack in the routines you and logan have been building together, the wordless nature of your relationship crumbling around you because all of a sudden it no longer feels like the two of you are on the same wavelength.

you cry silently on the couch, head in your hands, feeling like your world is collapsing. the perfect bubble that had settled around you and logan had popped, and now reality was coming in to destroy the fantasy you’d grown accustomed to. you should have seen it coming - in fact, you had, with every night he spent in a bottle instead of on your lips, but you’d chosen to ignore it.

he doesn’t seem to be as in-tune with your emotions anymore, and you wonder if it’s because he simply doesn’t care enough to try.

the through wrenches you in two.

you had given logan your heart, placed it in his rough, calloused hands and asked him to hold it for you. and now you could feel that very same hand, once so gentle and careful, squeezing tighter and tighter, a physical ache.

you need time away from him, away from the house where every corner has memories attached. so you journey into town.

you’re out for a while, walking aimlessly. the streets grow dark, the sun setting in hues of orange and pink behind the horizon, streetlamps turning on to replace the sunlight, though their dim glow is hardly an effective replacement. and still, you don’t return home, not quite ready to face logan.

it’s as you’re preparing to head back, muttering reassuring words to yourself under your breath, that someone grabs you from behind, a hand against your mouth so you can’t scream. you’re shoved into an alley, thin and dingy between two shops that have already closed for the night, their employees gone home to rest, no one around to hear your struggles.

you scream, though the sound is muffled, and cry and kick at your assailant, but he won’t let go. he’s stronger than you.

you think about logan, who doesn’t know where you are, who probably walked out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist, stray droplets of water tracing down the grooves of his abs. you think about how on any other day you would have kissed down his chest to catch the water on your lips, not yet venturing below his waist, though you’ve done other things.

you hope you don’t die tonight. there’s still so much you haven’t done, so much you haven’t said.

and then the body holding yours is gone and you fall to the ground, knees scraping the pavement on your way down. you cry and cry, fear and anger and relief all washing together into a mess you can’t name. you barely notice the sounds of your assailant begging for mercy, or the low growl from your saviour. but you can smell the blood in the air, the tang of iron.

“what the fuck were you thinking?” strong arms lift you up and instinctively you squirm to try to get away, until a hand grabs your chin and forces your gaze upwards. logan’s furious glare stares back at you, his eyes narrowed and jaw tense.

“i- i’m sorry,” you whisper, barely able to get the words out, and you collapse against him. because even if he’s covered in blood and his claws are still out and he’s just murdered a man, even if he’s clearly angry and dangerous, you’ve never felt safer.

he’s quiet the whole way home. he doesn’t speak to you as he carries you inside the house, refusing to let you walk on your own, doesn’t speak to you as he cleans the cuts on your knees, doesn’t speak to you as he settles you down on the couch with a soft blanket fresh out of the dryer, doesn’t speak to you as he makes your tea the exact way you like it.

and then, “wanna tell me what you were doing out there? you know it’s unsafe for a pretty girl like you after dark, you don’t need me telling you that.”

“i just needed some air,” you argue, though there’s not much heat behind the words, staring down at your steaming mug of tea, watching the unmoving liquid as if it’s the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. logan scoffs, and you can see him in your peripheral vision, looking so unlike the man you thought you knew.

“there’s plenty of air here, we’re in the middle of fucking nowhere.”

“you know what i mean,” you sigh, and he stares at you with his hands on his hips until you roll your eyes and continue, “i needed to be away from you! is that what you want to hear? you’re different lately and it scares me because everything was so great for some time and now you’re…”

“different?” he laughs sharply, “yeah, i’ve got my memories back. i remember every awful fucking thing that’s ever happened to me, every time i’ve been tortured. you know how many times i’ve been tortured? you think i’d act the same after that?”

“it’s not that,” you argue, placing your mug down on the coffee table, “we don’t sleep in the same bed anymore! you refuse to let me see you when you come home after hunting! you don’t cuddle up to me like you did before! you used to kiss my neck all the time and now you don’t! you’re just… pulling away. and i know i’m being selfish, fuck do i know it. but every time i’ve tried to have a conversation with you about this you shut it down so what was i supposed to do, logan?”

“you wanna have a conversation?” he shouts, “fine, talk.”

your breath is coming out in ragged pants. there’s a fire in your veins, a fury you haven’t felt in a very long time, it’s intensity paralysing you. you watch logan’s face, the way he stands before you, his imposing figure stretched above yours.

and there’s nothing you can say. the words you’ve been preparing every night before bed for days and days flutter away in a breeze. all you can do is watch his chest rising and falling.

“i wish you would talk to me,” is the only thing you manage to choke out.

“you’re not getting that version of me back,” he says, voice finally softening into something resembling his usual gruff but not unkind tone, “i remember who i am now. so you gotta let go of this shit, or you gotta let go of me.”

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[fiendishfables]

[ Miguel O'Hara x Wife! Reader ]

synopsis: you offer your husband his favorite way of de-stressing

warnings: nsfw, sorta wholesome, suggestive themes, un-translated spanish (lmk if I made mistakes though; still learning, lmao)

words: 748

a/n: I think we can all agree it would be quite wonderful to be Miguel's personal chew-toy, no? :D

“Miguel-”

“Tranquila, cariño.” (Quiet, honey)

A soft gasp left your lips as your husband, once again, sunk his sharp fangs deep into your shoulder. Your lips parted as a gentle moan slipped past them, causing your cheeks to flush red with embarrassment. Miguel’s smirk could be felt against your soft skin, a low chuckle rumbling throughout his broad chest. Once his fangs had retracted back, he made sure to lick and kiss the puncture wound gently, reveling in the sounds you provided for him all the while. 

A shudder racked through your body at the sensation of his tongue dragging along the sensitive skin of your shoulder. Your body was reacting to him in all the ways he desired. Miguel leaned back to admire you momentarily, examining the state he had reduced you to with a proud gleam in those handsome eyes you’d come to adore.

 You were naked beneath him, skin seemingly shining whenever the moonlight found its way through the protective black-out curtains covering the window; shielding the outside world from your current predicament. Your hair was slightly disheveled, chest rising and falling in an almost erratic pattern due to his assault on you with his fangs. The wetness and bodily residue clinging to your inner thighs was a reminder of how much his actions were truly turning you on, as well as the occasional pang of soreness that you felt as a result of your earlier intimate activities together; before you’d offered to let him mark up your body the way you knew him to like. 

Miguel, despite also being naked himself at the moment, was focusing all of his undivided attention on pleasuring his wife, rather than attempting to give himself the same treatment. The both of you had engaged in sex before he had resorted to marking you. In a way, this was his side of the pleasure; seeing you all covered up by bites he knew to be his own. The marks and various hickies adorned your skin in rampant numbers; on your thighs, breasts, neck, shoulders, everything. You were basically a walking representation of his roughness in bed, yet also his affection; it was something you wore like a badge. 

It had been your idea anyway; your plan to get him into bed and out of his workspace for a while, since you swore he never slept unless you forced him to. You had offered to let him mark up your body however he pleased; it was the one thing you knew to be a true motivator for your husband. He’d expressed before to you how much it helped calm him down; lessen his irritation with everyone and everything, just getting to kiss and bite along his wife’s skin for a while. In regard to this, it had come to be a more common thing amongst the nights you two were able to spend together, when he wasn’t out being busy. 

And everytime, you loved how he made you feel. 

Secure.

Wanted.

Desired. 

Your body trembled slightly under his intimidating gaze, those deep brown eyes swirling with hues of red in response to your current state of being. A soft smirk tugged at his lips, exposing his sharp fangs to you. His own heart felt like it might burst free from his rib cage just looking at you; you were the most precious thing he had ever had the honor of sinking his fangs into. 

"Eres tan hermosa así, amor." (You are so beautiful like this, love) he huffed, voice almost at a low growl now. It was enough to make your core throb.

The ghost of a whine caught in your throat as he leaned closer to you again, this time lodging his fangs slowly into your neck, being mindful as to not hurt you, but wanting to take all you had to offer. 

Spending this time together meant the world to both him and you. A time to let loose and show your true passions for each other through Miguel’s territorial behaviors that many others would consider possessive, but you found extremely hot and honestly, endearing. Getting to renew his claim on you was something he could never possibly get tired of.

“That's it, pretty girl. So good for me, aren’t you?” He growled, as your hands then shot up to grab fistfuls of his hair, earning you a low groan from the behemoth of a man atop you. When Miguel started to growl, it was a clear sign throughout your years of marriage that he was starting to get worked up.

And it also meant that you were in for yet another long night. 

[mikaela-the-slut-expert]

hi!!! the sunshine anon requester! it was really well written💗 i don’t think they were out of character at all!! i would really second part, but no pressure, thank you so much for doing my request!

they were really fun to read too i was smiling the whole time hehe

Sunshine part 2

Hua Cheng x M!reader x Xie Lian

Ty for so patient with me! Bare with me for this smut. I'm sorry 🙏. Still don't know how to write Rouye's name y'all.

NSFW!

Sunshine headcanons part one

Sunshine headcanons part three

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They like to bully you they can't help it when you strive to be so good for them, when in bed you become a babbling mess...

You don't know what started it, but it happened. It was supposed to be a domestic day spent at Paradise Manor, until it wasn't. You and Xie Lian were bustling in the kitchen, trying to make dinner. Well Xie Lian was trying to make dinner... You were just making sure it didn't give you guys food poison.

Dinner flowed peacefully, you three were able to eat without throwing up so congrats! Xie Lian wanted to clean up, Hua Cheng insisted a servant would do it but Xie Lian insisted on it. Leaving you with Hua Cheng, who went ahead and whisked you to the bedroom so you both could wait on Xie Lian.

You let your hair loose, you don't plan sleeping with it up after all. Then you're stripping out of your outer robes. Just a normal bed routine. Until you feel cold hands slide over your shoulders and start nudging away the rest of your robes too. " A-Cheng, just what do you think you're doing" you giggle and smile at him. You turn to face him and his comes up to hold your face.

"Helping you get ready for bed, what else?" The night was doomed after that. The two of you fall into bed easily, like the many times you have before. Hua Cheng is gentle at first. Just caressing and kissing, his breath tickles your neck causing you to giggle softly again. Then he gets rougher, letting his desire start to slip in. Hua Cheng starts to nip and bite at your neck. He laughs in your ear when you start to whine.

Hua Cheng sits between your legs, his lips move lower and he starts to attack at your chest. His teeth catch your chest and you tug at his hair in a 'hurry' gesture. "Since when were you so impatient?" He chuckles likely in your ear.

You huff softly, another whine. Hua Cheng is being slow this time. Usually he's faster, rougher, and quick to bully you. He comes up to kiss you. "I'm just feeling impatient tonight" you sigh against his lips, and he nips at yours. "Oh my, well who am I to keep you waiting" he hums.

He spreads your legs, and moves down in between them. You chew your lip when he starts to bite harshly on the inside of your thighs. Hua Cheng licks the mark after, a false apology. A blush covers your face when he starts peppering your thighs with kisses, then your hips, but not where you want him to be. "Baobei pleeease~" you whine, and tug softly at his hair again.

His eye flutters up to you when you call him so dearly, "So whiny in bed my dear." He's right but you know that he likes it, they both like hearing you whine in bed. He hums and finally goes where you want him to go. He kisses over your hardness, and licks softly at the tip. You lean back on the pillows and your hand finds its way to rest in his hair.

Suddenly he's taking your dick down his throat like it's nothing, without giving you a moment to adapt to the feeling he's bobbing his head and hollowing his cheeks. His efforts cause a delicious moan to rip from your mouth and to tug on his hair. Hua Cheng has always been good in bed, the better - or worse for you - part is that he can't breathe. Meaning there's no reason for him to pull away and take a break for breaths. Very often, he spends nights sucking the literal soul out of your dick.

It's hot and sounds messy, and it is messy. Especially with Hua Cheng slobbering over your dick like that. It's not long until your fingers fist in his hair, you back arches under him and you're cumming for the first time tonight. Hua Cheng has always bullied you, so he doesn't give you room for a breather. He continues his efforts on swallowing your cock, immediately pushing you into overstimulated tears.

It's not even the worst he's done, you're just that type of person in bed. Oddly quick, you get submissive and teary. Which makes it easy for Hua Cheng to get you to babble. He continues to rip moans out of you, and you're close to a second orgasm when Xie Lian walks in with a smile. As if it's normal to find your two lovers in bed like this. It is for him actually.

"I turn my back for a few minutes and look at what has happened" his soft laugh reaches your ears. You quickly reach your hand out to him and he sits at the top of the bed by your head. He runs his hands through your hair and peppers kisses across your face. You get distracted in his affection but just as quickly you're ripped out of it when Hua Cheng swallows around your dick and your cumming again. There's no mess, Hua Cheng loves the taste of you.

You're left gasping, and arching against the bed once again. Xie Lian only smiles and peppers kisses across your face but he isn't saying anything so Hua Cheng continues his ministrations without pause. You guess his hands got bored because you soon feel fingers prodding at your hole. A pause. He moves his mouth off your dick and you can finally breathe. "Gege can you hand me the oil, please?" Hua Cheng smiles innocently at Xie Lian as if he hasn't got you like this.

"Of course" Xie Lian is practically encouraging Hua Cheng when he passes him a small bottle of oil. He acts like your savior but that's only after he willingly watches you get pushed over the edge multiple times. You whine knocking your head back against his legs. "Traitor." He laughs softly and moves himself under you, so that your head rests on his thighs. He bends down and kisses you, and you whine into his mouth.

While you're distracted with that Hua Cheng puts oil on his fingers and prods at your hole again. He chuckles when your body shivers. He uses two fingers at the start, and has memorized where your prostate is so he's already bullying the sensitive spot. You gargle on a moan, against Xie Lian's lips. Overstimulated tears run down your cheeks and inevitably your body starts to squirm. Xie Lian moves back, unlike Hua Cheng you two need to breathe. He holds your hands though keeping your upper body still.

That does nothing for your clenching thighs around Hua Cheng's hand though. There's no room for him to focus on your dick too. "Darling open your legs for, San Lang" you're quick to listen and you try keeping your legs open. When Hua Cheng runs at your prostate again you can't stop them from clamping shut again. "I c-can't m'sorry, I'm trying" you cry and he kisses your forehead, shushing you. "It's okay I'll help you Baobei, I'll help" he purrs.

And Xie Lian, oh Xie Lian that traitor helps him out. You groan softly when you feel a familiar bandage wrapping around your thighs and forcibly spreading your legs apart. You gasp and shiver when Hua Cheng forces your cock down his throat again. You choke on another sob when he starts to suck your dick and bully your prostate at the same time. Your vision flashes white, when you're quickly brought to a third orgasm.

Your moaning is quieted down by Xie Lian's kisses. It's helpless however when it comes to Hua Cheng. A sob of overstimulation rips from your throat when Hua Cheng's fingers start rubbing faster against your prostate. You cry and whine, pitifully. You can't even close your poor legs, your thighs shiver under Rouye's soft silk. Hua Cheng always achieves his goal however and you start to babble. "A-Lian I can't- I can't" you whine against his lips, the pleasure making you dizzy. "It's too m-much"

Xie Lian hums and takes a minute to think, a minute Hua Cheng used to make you cum for a fourth time. The time intervals between your orgasms are getting shorter and shorter. Sad for you, good for Hua Cheng. "Poor y/n, San Lang you're bullying them too much, don't you hear?" He laughs softly, in fake sympathy. You garble a moan when Hua Cheng in fact does not look but continues to press and rub at your prostate like it's a damn fun button. This continues until Hua Cheng brings you to your fifth release.

You gurgle something unintelligible and your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your hands grip Xie Lian's robes while your body convulses for a short minute. When it finally washes over you, your body falls limp and pliant. You pant softly, tears stream down your cheeks while you babble about something incoherently.

Xie Lian leans over and he has to pull Hua Cheng by his hair to get him to stop devouring you. "San Lang, no more. He's all tuckered out, look at what you did" he reprimands San Lang but he knows damn well that Xie Lian enjoyed watching you come undone. He obeys though and moves out of between your legs. "Poor Baobei, I got carried away I suppose" he chuckled.

You feel the silk leave your thighs, and your legs fall against the bed. Now that you can breathe without Hua Cheng and Xie Lian stealing it from you, you can get your thoughts together. You don't quite recollect what happens after San Lang pulls away though. You feel someone cleaning you up. Then you somehow got in the middle of the bed. And now all three of you are under the covers. Xie Lian, Hua Cheng, and you tangled in limbs. Making today another good day

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I hope you enjoyed reading it because I enjoyed writing it! 🥰🖤 Tell me what y'all think!

[buckysgrace]

Billy please :) just simple hanging out with his gf and talking about random stuff 💚💚💚

Love u

Thank you baby, ily so much!!! <3

"What?" He asked as he looked at you curiously, eyebrows raised as he stalled his movements with the knife, "What do you mean?" He was working on cutting a loaf of bread down the middle, trying to prepare you both for lunch.

"What would you do if I turned into a worm?" You asked him as you pulled your favorite chip up to your lips, snacking on it far earlier than you were supposed to.

Billy shook his head, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth before he began to massage down the sauce onto your sub sandwiches. You liked whatever he did. He made everything taste good.

"What sort of question is that?" He asked, eyeing the red onions as if they were now questionable. He shook his head before he began to assemble everything, moving his fingers delicately in the precise order he desired.

"A question," You replied as you leaned over the counter, watching the way he began to assemble the sandwiches in front of him. He truly was a master of his craft. You didn't know how he made them taste so good, "So what would you do?"

"I don't know," He grumbled as he delicately placed the vegetables over the sandwich, "What would you do?" He turned the question towards you as he met your eyes, the waves in his filled with curiosity.

"If you turned into a worm?" You questioned, watching as he nodded his head before he placed a hand over the thick loaves and began to cut it in half, "I would buy a very fancy garden and keep you safe inside there. Safe from any birds or other prey." You answered confidently, only to have him snort in response. You pouted your lips out as he slid the sandwich to you.

You admired it for a moment, taking in how thick and perfect it looked. The sauce slightly leaked out of the sides, the bread light and airy as you quickly pulled it up to your lips.

"You're a shit gardener," He responded as he jerked his head towards the potted plant that was slowly decaying, "I guess I'd be the early bird." He said at last, eyes twinkling in amusement.

"Huh?" You asked as you chewed down on your half of the sandwich, savoring the flavors in your mouth. He grinned as he wiped some of the sauce from the corner of your lip.

"Early bird gets the worm," He smirked triumphantly as he licked his finger clean, "You'd be all mine." He looked fairly proud of himself as he took a large bite of his own sandwich. You could feel yourself grinning, heart hammering from his response. You were quite proud that he was only like this with you.

"That was a cheesy answer," You declared at last, but still laughed as he dramatically bit into one of the peppers that he loved so much, "You're lucky you make good sandwiches." You added playfully, watching as he rolled his eyes.

"I'm sure that's what made you stay." He grumbled as he flicked the stem of his pepper towards you, making you blink as it bounced off of your cheek. Your grin met his, a giggle bursting free as a comfortable feeling settled between the two of you.

[sunarc]

Loverman

Synopsis: If this is his last goodbye to you Nanami wants to make it count

CW: A tad bit angsty, shibuya arc, oral sex ( f receiving), soft dom, L bomb, established marriage, 1.9k words

A/N: Nanami deserves the world and imma stand 10 toes on that

Nanami is so in love with you. He can’t get enough of your silly jokes or the way you come running to him to pepper him in a million kisses as if you haven’t seen him in years. Your smile always seems to brighten his day. He never feels like he’s able to show you how much he really loves you.

That's why tonight he has planned something special before his business trip to Shibuya. For the first time ever Nanami’s heart aches more than anything in the world because he isn’t sure if he’ll be back. This trip is one of the more dangerous ones that he has to go on. If he could he’d spend his time locked away from the world with you, but he knows what comes with being a sorcerer.  He doesn’t want to worry you though. He can’t bare to see the look on your face when you realize how dangerous this mission is. He refuses to have to watch you plead and beg for him not to go. Thinking of seeing your tear stained cheeks watching him leave for the last time is too much to bear. He thinks to himself, how selfish it must seem but something in him thinks it’s well deserved. If this does happen to be his last night with you he was going to indulge and be as selfish as his heart desires.

When you come home from a long day he has dinner prepared for you. You ask a million questions. 

‘What’s the occasion?’

‘Have I forgotten an anniversary?’

‘Is it my birthday?’

You’re so cute. He places long loving kisses across your skin, hands, arms, neck and his favorite place to show you he loves you, lips. He can’t help the lingering stares as he watches you enjoy the meal he cooked for you. You’ve always loved his cooking. He notices the small things now. The way you dance with each bite humming about how tasty it is. The way you chew savoring the delectable meal. He chuckles deeply, eyes overflowing with love. 

“I’m so lucky to have you” he whispers.

Nanami feels overwhelmed with the amount of love overflowing inside of him. He runs the two of you a warm bath and places you gently in between his legs. He rubs soothing circles on your shoulders and places delicate kisses along your skin. 

“You’re so soft with me tonight” you giggle.

It’s not that you hate his gentle side. It’s actually your favorite part of him.

“What? I can’t love my beautiful wife?” he chuckles as he wraps his arms around you, engulfing you in a deep hug. He holds you there for a moment placing his head in the crook of your neck to dwell in your scent.You smile gliding your fingers through his hair. 

“I love you too,” you whisper.

It’s in the bed when Nanami feels he can really show you his love. His face is pushed between your legs taking in your essence. His cock feels achingly hard pressed against the fabric of the sheets but all he can think about is your pleasure. His tongue licks long strips between your folds sending shivers through your body. He smiles at the way you tremble for him and he’s barely even done anything to you yet. His tongue feels like heaven presses against your core, licking and sucking. You’ve never felt so blissed out before. Your back arches off the bed as you take in all that he gives you. Your hands grip onto his hair pulling as you whine at the way he dips his tongue in and out of your hole. 

“Stay still for me angel, I want to enjoy my dessert” he groans before pushing his face back into your heat. He gives small pecks to your inner thighs. His arms wrap around your legs pulling you to the edge of the bed so he can really dig in. 

“Taste so fucking good baby, I can never get enough”his breath fans against your core as he breathesin your essence. 

He leaves you barely functioning every time he’s with you. 

“K-kento please I-”

“It’s okay baby let go for me” Nanami takes you in, all of you. He sounds so messy slurping your juices. His tongue laps at your clit eagerly cleaning you up. Nanami has never been such a messy eater like this. He usually would take his time indulging in all that you were but right now he can’t see past his hunger for you. His desire to taste you, to be inside of you, to have you in every way possible takes all control of him.

Your hands push his body away but Nanami is much stronger wrapping his arms around your thighs pulling you impossibly closer.

“S-shit ken I don’t think I can take it” you whimper as your body vibrates from your orgasm. 

“Oh come on I know you can give me another pretty baby” he coos into your core “Just one more and then I want to put a baby in you”

He groans as he licks hungrily at your cunt. Your mind feels like it’s running a mile per minute trying to contain yourself. Nanami’s hands know no boundaries. He rubs up and down your body while his eyes watch you fall apart for him. 

“So pretty,” he breathes.

He’s eating as if he has never had a meal before. He devours you, your essence, your mind your soul is all his for the taking tonight. 

“Ken” you pant tapping his shoulder. “Wait ken I-” You’re cut off by your own moan.

Nanami hums a reply,his mouth too busy to use words.

“Please I think I’m gonna” you can barely get the sentence out before your second orgasm of the night comes flooding in. You squeeze your legs together trapping his head. Nanami’s tongue continues it’s abuse. He has plans on ruining you for the night.

“Fuck it’s too much ken” you whine as you run up the sheets.

Nanami pulls away with a huff.

“You won’t even let me finish my meal,” he stands stroking his cock above your shaking figure. 

He grabs your thighs pulling you closer. 

“I guess I have to fuck some manners into you”

He dips the tip of his cock into your entrance while his eyes watch your reaction. 

Your mouth drops into an ‘o’ shape at the feeling of him sinking himself fully into you. 

“Mmm fuck angel, I’m gonna put a baby in you tonight.” He groans. 

His hips rock into you slowly gaining a consistent pace. Nanami loves the expressions you make during sex. He pays attention to you all the time but tonight is different. Tonight he wants to memorize every dimple, beauty mark and freckle you have. His hands roam your body, memorizing each of your curves. His thrusts are filled with lust and passion. He leans down to kiss you deeply. He sinks his cock into you as his lips dance against yours. His heart feels like it might explode. 

“I’m so fucking proud of you baby, Taking my cock so well”

He feels like he might burst. He wants to hold on, to feel the way your cunt sucks him in. You’re so intoxicating, your body always leaves him in a trance. 

He sits up gripping your legs and pushing them to your chest so that he could see how your pussy devours him. 

“Look at my good girl taking my cock so well” he bites his lip staring down at where the two of you connect. 

Your moans paired with his groans fill the room. Your body jolts back and forth from his thrust. 

“So good” You chant, too far gone to think of anything else.

“I know, I know my love” he groans as he rolls his hips into you. 

He’s never felt himself losing control like this before. His thrusts are getting sloppy. He’s panting and moaning whispering about how much he loves your pussy. 

“Such a good- fuck good girl for me” his voice is shaking. 

If this was going to be his last time making love to you he was going to make sure you knew how good you made him feel. 

“Fuck, love you’re gonna milk me dry” he groans “I promise I’m gonna give you a baby” 

He looks down, meeting your tear filled eyes. 

“Gonna put a baby right here” he growls as he presses his hand down onto your stomach where he knows his cock is. 

You let out a loud cry. Nanami is surprised he can still hear the wet sounds of your hole. 

You feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm.

“Don’t you dare cum without me,” . 

He knows your body better than you. He knows you like the back of his hand, that’s why he knows you’ll be okay without him. He would be a mess without you but you’re strong, stronger than any sorcerer he has ever known. 

“I want to cum with you, make this special” he whispers. 

His fingers grip onto your legs as he thrusts wildly into you. Your walls squeeze around him so tight he’s sure he won’t last much longer. He lets your legs go and leans down into the crook of your neck. 

“Fuck Angel you ready?” he breathes

“Yes! Yes please” you whine. 

He fucks you at an animalistic pace. He squeezes his eyes shut as a single tear falls down his cheek. 

“I love you, I love you-fuck I love you so much” he chants into your skin as he fucks the both of you through an orgasm. 

He slowly comes down, listening to the way you catch your breath. He wants to remember the patters of your heart beat calming down from an orgams. He wants to stay like this forever, stuck in time with you. He pulls out hissing at the sudden release. He lays beside you stuck in his thoughts until you place a hand on his cheek pulling him back. 

“Tonight was beautiful” you say staring into his eyes.

Nanami sits still admiring your smile. How could someone be so perfect. He places his hand above yours.

“Do you remember when I first asked you to marry me?” he chuckles “You cried so much and couldn’t stop staring at your ring” he chuckles reminiscing .

“Everywhere I went I was showing people the ring, it’s a beautiful ring” you laugh

“You kept referring to yourself as Mrs. Nanami” he smiles feeling his eyes growing teary. 

“I’ve loved every minute since you put that ring on your finger” he presses a gentle kiss to your lips “Loving you has been the most amazing part of my life”

You laugh “Why are you talking like we don’t have forever Mr.Nanami?” You pull him into you covering his face in small kisses “I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with you and make a beautiful family” you say looking at him. 

Nanami can only pray for forever with you. If tomorrow was the last time he’d get to see you he would make this moment last a lifetime. He’d find you in any universe, life or place. You were his soulmate. He’d recognize you in a world of eternal darkness. He was never really a religious man but he silently makes a prayer to whatever God that’s willing to listen to watch over you.

“Do you think we would be together in another life?” you whisper

“I think we’d be together even if we were rocks” he smiles widely “I’d find you in any life and do it all over again.” He pulls you in close so his lips can brush against yours “That’s how much I love you Mrs. Nanami”

[siberat]

Bigger is Better

pt 2

Servo's flapped in excitement as Be.e gleefully chose the first dish. He liked to start things off on the lighter side—something liquidy. A Co.ntainer was selected, the lid twisted off, and a spoon was grabbed. Carefully, the smaller mech stepped forward, closing the distance between the pair. A happy little squeal erupted upon seeing the seated mech eagerly licking his lips.

“What you got zhere, hmmm?” Icy’s optics focused on the Co.ntainer as his servo idly rubbed his noisy belly.

“Oh, you are going to love this!” The Auto.bot chirped as he dunked the spoon in and scooped up a chunky Co.ncoction of large bites of cyberchicken, shards of purple amethyst, and mica chips that swam in a thick, creamy broth.

“It looks pretty, but I believe I asked vhat it vas.” The ‘Co.n’s lips pressed tightly shut.

“Is this how you gonna play?” BumbleBe.e gave the look. “Open up.” When those firm words barked out, the other’s mouth opened wide. And the yellow mech’s spark skipped a rotation. “There's a good mech.” The spoon flew inside only to be grasped between teeth, then slide out.

“Hmmmmmm...” Icy hummed as he chewed, then swallowed. “Zhis is rather tasty. Very creamy.” The mouth opened again, awaiting the seCo.nd offering.

“See? I told ya so.” A smile beamed as the other mouthful was given. “Chicken corn chowder. And I added extra cream to give it that rich thickness.” After each bite fed, that belly rumbled even more demanding. The sound was a welcomed chorus- music to his audials. Be.e simply adored the ‘Co.n’s ravenous appetite, loved how unashamed of the other’s desire to Co.nsume. While the paunch adorned now was empty and flabby, by the end of this picnic, those tanks will be ready to burst.

“I added some diced baCo.n bits and baCo.n grease to give it that zing of smokiness.” Be.e explained as excitement pinged through his frame. Now, cooking was a newly discovered hobby, and as much as Be.e loved to prepare meals, he loved discussing them. He could spend hours just going over ingredients and why they mixed well with anyone willing to listen.

Or not listen. Sadly, not everyone enjoyed his dedication to an in-depth explanation of every detail.

However, Blitz.wing nodded and hummed along, even asking questions that clearly showed he was paying attention. Plus, the talk of food made him hungrier. That servo never left his belly, be it rubbing or playfully pinching the flabby mesh that sausaged between his plating seams.

“Yes, baCo.n just makes every dish better!” Be.e rambled as he Co.ntinued to spoon-feed the other. “It’s because of the glutamate. Do you know what that is?”

Icy swallowed, then dabbed his lips politely with the cloth napkin. “Something zhat tastes good?”

“Oh, look who’s being a smart aft, huh?” The Auto.bot wagged the spoon before scooping more soup. “But it activates this sensory receptor on your glossa to add in that rich, savory flavor. Kinda like adding salt to a dish. But it’s also high in much-needed nutrients your frame needs, hence the cravings.”

“Makes sense.” Icy nodded as he chewed, listening to the little mech as he prattled on about the soup’s ingredients.

All too soon, the clinking of scraping the spoon against the bowl rang out, announcing the completion of this dish. An unhappy pout formed on Icy’s lips, but Be.e didn’t take the bait. Instead, yet another dish was selected.

Enough with the slow start- let’s get down to business!

A massive bowl of lithium noodles covered in richly seasoned red sauce with huge, round cyber meatballs plopped on top like landmines. This meal was claimed to feed a family unit of four, but it would easily count as one meal for the DeceptiCo.n. A side dish of garlic bread completed this meal.

But this dish was a tell-tale favorite, and Icy nearly salivated just looking at the heaping bowl. Yes, it was inexpensive, which was good for Be.e’s credits, but the dish was very homey and satisfying. Why? Its roots grew deep in Cyberton’s history, for one. But the dish was highly versatile. The sauces could be red, white, or oily, and the noodles could be long, penne, or bowties. Not to mention, the dish was very filling.

And pasta seemed to be the go-to meal when your lunch date seemed to be a never-ending garbage disposal.

“I see you went with the classics, nice.” Blitz.wing hummed, twiddling his fingers as he greedily eyed the plate. “And such a large serving!”

“I couldn’t have you go hungry,” Be.e puffed his chest out, proud at being able to provide such a large dish. “Close your legs.” Once those plump thighs slapped together, the bowl was set down upon them and a fork stabbed in, twirling around sauce-covered noodles. “You’re gonna have to open wide for this!”

Icy did as he was told, and the noodles entered his mouth, not without a flinging, dripping sauce over those lips and chin. The feedee didn’t seem to mind, instead focusing only on the perfectly seasoned sauce and melt-in-your-mouth noodles that now ran over his glossa. His optics shot wide open before he moaned in delight.

“You approve?” Be.e shimmied from one pede to another, grinning madly at the joyous sight before him.

“Very much so.” That deep red napkin dabbed at his lips and chin for any stray sauce. “Perfect mixture of oregano and basil.” His servo, with finger curled pressing his thumb, was brought to his mouth to give a ‘chef’s kiss’. “You are getting so good at cooking!”

“And you are getting so good at eating.” This time, a large meatball was offered, and to the Auto.bot’s surprise, the ‘Co.n took the entire sphere into his mouth.  “We’ll get this belly filled up in no time, huh?”

The triplechanger happily nodded his helm as that devious hand returned to rubbing at that belly. Oh, how Be.e would love to reach out and grope at that chub that jiggled on the frame! But Blitz.wing never offered for him to touch. That belly looked so soft and plush, inviting one’s face to smoosh right into it.

“AH ah... little bug,” Icy called out. “I’m ready for more..... Feed me....”

“AH... sorry ‘bout that.” This time, a thick golden brown slice of bread was offered, and the crispy side crunched within the other’s bite.

“Vhat has distracted you, hmmm?”

The question snuck out before more saucy noodles were shoved in. As much as Be.e tended to blurt out the first thing on his processor, he held his tongue: he was in no mood to boldly announce he wanted more than just observing! Yes, Blitz.wing swelled with pride when Be.e admired his paunch, but looking no longer satisfied his desire.

“So, did you read those comics I gave you?” The perfect topic changer! The Auto.bot previously rambled about superheroes, and the ‘Co.n was clueless, but showed interest. So, digital copies of comic series were provided for the other to enjoy.

“Hmmmm Hmmmm...” Icy nodded.

“Yeah?” Be.e grinned- he actually read them! “So, what ya think?”

“Zhey were... entertaining...” Icy eyed the bowl, watching the fork twirl in the noodles. His belly was still grumbling. As well as being rubbed by large, dark servos. “Zhere vasn’t much gore, though.”

“Not everything is as violent as you.” Another large mouthful was fed. “Who do you think would win a fight. Spiderman or Superman?”  The other’s helm tilted to the side as the large mouthful of food was chewed. “I think Superman would win- hands down!”

“Hmmmmm....” Blitz.wing swallowed, then took a deep breath of air. “I dunno, my little buggy. You only need a simple rock, and he is rendered useless.”

“It’s not just any rock.... you would need kryptonite!” Be.e nearly shouted as the next forkful of food zoomed everywhere as he talked with exaggerated hand movements. “And it’s not common.”

“Zhat’s a shame...” The tan and black flyer kept watching the moving food.

“Ah, sorry ‘bout that.” Be.e shyly smiled and fed the food. “But the chances of Spiderman having kryptonite? Slim to none.”

“Too bad.... it looked quite tasty.”

“Primus, Icy, you just wanna eat everything!”

The ‘Co.n grinned and slapped his belly. The belly flab that peaked out from the plating shook and jiggled. “Yes...I do...”

Be.e shook his head and smiled. Forkful after forkful of scrumptious meatballs and freshly made pasta were shoveled in. Each time, the greedy ‘Co.n devoured. Sauce soon lined his lips and dribbled down his chin and onto his chassis. By the time that large serving of noodles was gone, there were even splotches on that belly, resembling a Jackson Pollock painting.

“Just look at the mess I have made!” Icy announced with wide optics. His tongue licked at the slop on his lips while a digit scooped up the dripples on his belly only to be sucked off by his fingers with an audible pop. The Auto.bot stared at the chosen way to clean the mess.

“You... you got your napkin...” He stammered as he watched those digits swipe away the mess only to be licked clean.

“It’s all taken care of now.” Icy smiled. “Vhat’s next on the menu?”

“AH.... I have... this... you’re gonna love it!” Be.e brought out a large, wrapped item and set it on the other’s disappearing lap. “And it comes with a side.” Another large bowl was retrieved. Once Icy unwrapped the main course to reveal a huge, oversized burger, complete with crisp lettuce, crystal onions, and cyber pickles, his optics lit up.

“Zhis looks marvelous!” Chops were licked as the ‘Co.n happily squirmed in excitement. “How vill I fit this beast in my mouth?”

“How you gonna fit that beast in your belly is more like it!” The ‘B.ot grinned. This burger was special: everything was custom-made. The patty was just an enlarged patty of ground cybermeat, but the bun was kneaded and baked just for this feast. This burger was about four times bigger than the standard ener-burger and made with thrilled excitement.

“And I made you some loaded fries to go with it.” The container was held out to reveal waffle fries covered with gooey, melted petroleum cheese, more bacon bits, silica chips, and a side of ketchup and sour cream. “Did I do good?”

“You never disappoint, little bug.” Icy looked mesmerized, looking over the feast. “Zhere’s just one thing.” The burger was picked up and held out for the other.

“W..What?” A worried face washed over the yellow and black mech. “Is something wrong?”

“If I have any chance of getting zhat burger in my belly...” Said belly was slapped as it impatiently growled. “I’m going to have to remove my plating.” His fingers went for the underside of the abdominal plating, slipping into the accumulating flab. “You... you don’t mind, do you?”

 Be.e shook his helm no.

 A few tugs were given but were unsuccessful. “Ooff... zhis is so tight.” Blitz.wing sucked in, his chest puffing out as his belly slightly lessoned. He wiggled as he yanked, desperately trying to unclasp that stubborn armor.

Should he ask if he needed help? Be.e bit his lip as he gawked at the scene before him. Golly, he would love to slip his fingers into the soft squishiness of that flab! Feeling that sizeable bulge's pressure would be a dream come true! Just imagining that sensations made a shiver jolt through his frame... a tell-tale sign his body was heating up.

Perhaps offering a helping hand wasn’t the best idea... after all, he didn’t know if this attraction was returned. And the last thing he wanted to do was to overstep boundaries.

“Zhere we go.” Icy gasped for breath as the metal plating finally clicked, releasing its hold, and that fat belly bounced forward, slapping down on thickened thighs. Now free from its constraints, the tummy’s size was much bigger than anticipated! The abdominal plating was set aside, and hands returned to that massive beast that now took up a chunk of his lap and spilled ever so enticingly over his hips. “Zhat feels so much better!”

“That’s good!”  Be.e was mesmerized by the servo’s rubbing all over the rounded surface. The indents from the armor were etched into its surface, resembling intricate patterns and announcing just how tight the fit was. “Free’s up some space, yeah?”

“Yes, yes...” Icy cooed with optics half-lidded. “Plenty of room for you to feed me that massive burger, hmmm?”

At that suggestion and another grumble from the belly, the Auto.bot eagerly pressed the huge burger to the other’s lips.

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[wasabi0910]

Candy Doey AU – Character Settings

・confectionery factory au by: wasabi

Candy Doey (Blue) 🔵🍭

Flavor: Blueberry

“Hey, hey! My name’s Candy Doey! How do you like to eat candy? I love slowly licking it until it melts away!”

Character: A character who loves licking candy. Rather than being hostile, he attacks the player out of sheer joy from finding a new “toy.” He’s psychopathic in nature, treating small creatures like stuffed toys and even throwing them at the player. The eldest of the Candy Doey triplets.

Jumpscare: Disables the player’s limbs before attacking.

Backstory (Blueberry): Spoiled by his parents, he was eventually abandoned at an orphanage when they could no longer control him. Curious and aggressive, he often hit other kids and dismantled toys for fun. Name: Cain (boy)

Candy Doey (Green) 🟢🍭🍭

Flavor: Green Apple

“Yoo-hoo! My name is also Candy Doey, just like my big brothers! Do you like sweet candy too? I sure love it!”

Character: Loves sweet candy. Acts as a friend to the player and helps them out, calling the player “friend.” Friendly and affectionate, but later becomes overwhelmed by desire and affection, transforming and trying to eat the player. Youngest of the Candy Doey triplets.

Jumpscare: Grabs the player with multiple hands and swallows them whole.

Backstory (Green Apple): Abandoned by selfish parents and placed in an orphanage. From early on, he was sociable and quick to bond with other children. He hated being alone and developed a fear of abandonment. When attached, he shows obsession. Also obsessed with food due to neglect, sometimes showing a frightening level of fixation. Name: Jesse (boy)

Candy Doey (Red) 🔴🍭🍭🍭

Flavor: Cherry

“I’m Candy Doey too! I love to crunch and chew on candy! Do you like to bite your candy too?”

Character: Prefers to bite and crunch on candy. Very timid and does not act as friend or foe to the player. He hides in storage cases and rubble to protect himself from other creatures. When approached, he shouts things like “Don’t come near me!” or “Stay back!!!” If harassed too much, he bites out of self-defense.He is the middle child among the Candy Doeys.

Jumpscare: Bites the player.

Backstory (Cherry): Abused by his parents, he fled to the candy factory orphanage. He knows the fear of being overpowered, so he rarely harms others. Displays nervousness, especially around adults, but is gentle toward other children due to his own pain. Name: Mad (boy)

[momoa-hunnam-leto-reigns-inc]

Chocolate, Champagne, and Oral Fixation

Part 1

Summary: It’s Valentine’s Day night. You and Charlie Hunnam spend it eating chocolate and drinking wine in bed. After a couple of funny mishaps in the bedroom, you two make an unrealistic bet. Set in London because… why not?

Pairing: Charlie Hunnam x fem reader

Word count: 4.8k

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: Smut, fluff, teasing, licking, oral (male receiving), face fucking, facial, cum play, strong language, name calling, unresolved sexual tension, dirty talk.

A/N: My first Tumblr fic! Hope you like it! I'm my own editor, so all mistakes are mine. This fic came about after I saw the above pic of Charlie eating and licking one fingertip (and looking adorable doing it). Giving a new definition to oral fixation...

Imagine you and Charlie Hunnam in bed together, indulging in chocolate, wine, and each other. You’re sitting up in bed with your back resting against a mountain of downy soft pillows, and he is lying horizontally with his pretty blonde head in your lap. You two are eating from a box of expensive European chocolates. First, you take one for yourself and spend a moment to savor the intense, erotic sweetness. Then you feed one to him.

Every so often, Charlie turns his beautiful blue eyes up towards you, opens his mouth and curls his juicy, snakelike tongue upwards. In response, you place one of those sickly sweet Belgian chocolates in his mouth. He always licks his full, luscious lips as he’s eating it, just to tease you and make you cream.

He’s doing a great job of it, too. Your man knows how obsessed you are with his mouth. When you and Charlie go out to eat, even in the most expensive five-star restaurants, you get so insanely wet from watching him eat that you can barely form a conversation with him. He has this cute little habit of licking his fingertips while he eats, which makes your kitty salivate.

Your obsession with his lips and tongue is indeed a form of oral fixation.

You gaze down at him and lovingly run your fingers through his thick, silky blonde hair, which reminds you of spun gold. Then you take another chocolate for yourself, biting it in half. You two haven’t said much to each other during this intimate little ritual in your warm, dimly lit bedroom. But you really feel the need to be vocal about this chocolate you’re eating.

“Mmmm! That one is peppermint!” you exclaim, imitating his lip licking and hoping he notices.

“Let me have a taste,” Charlie requests, which makes your clit tingle. Fuck, did that ever sound naughty.

You take the other half of the peppermint chocolate you just bit into and place it on his upwardly stretched tongue. He never has germophobia when it comes to you.

“That is rather delicious,” he remarks, sensually licking and smacking his lips. He is driving you wild with desire, and he knows it, too. Within a minute of finishing the peppermint chocolate, he looks up at you with his intense blue gaze. “May I have another, please?”

You’re definitely not going to deny him (or yourself) this pleasure. You hesitate for a moment and just stare down at this gorgeous hunk of man with his head in your lap. How did you ever get so lucky??

You are so lost in thought about Charlie that you just smile and begin slowly stroking his hair again, almost like you’re petting a little dog or a cat. He grins and gives a short laugh. You start having a serious downpour right then. His grin gets you wet every time.

“Y/N, aren’t you going to feed me?” he asks, innocently enough.

He licks his luscious lips and sensually curls his tongue upward. You only wish his tongue was dancing on your tingly, wet clit right now.

“Of course, darling. You did say ‘please.’” you reply, reaching into the box and selecting one that has a red-ish tint.

You haven’t really paid any attention to what the chocolates look like. You wonder if they’re color-coded by flavor or something like that. You place it on his outstretched tongue, and he pulls it into his mouth.

He chews it slowly, not taking his eyes off yours. You feel like you could drown in those intense pools of blue. From the way he smiles again, he clearly liked that chocolate.

“That one had a cherry in it. Yum,” Charlie reacts, licking his now-chocolate-stained teeth. Yours don’t look any better!

“Chocolate covered cherries are delicious,” you agree, slightly losing your train of thought when he licks the tip of one finger. This man really knows how to tease you mercilessly.

You eat another chocolate before he makes a quick objection.

“We should probably stop now, Y/N,” he suggests, doing that lip-licking thing again. Damn!

This somewhat takes you by surprise. “Awww, why, darling?” you pout.

“Because I don’t want us to put on weight,” he replies, which instantly makes you laugh.

“Darling, you know we’re going to hit the gym for at least an hour tomorrow,” you remind him, trying not to sound too eager. “There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Better make that two hours,” he corrects, matter-of-factly.

“Fuck yes,” you whisper, and he responds with this cocky grin.

Every single fucking time you two work out together in your home gym, you two end up fucking like rabbits. Working out always sends his adrenaline and testosterone into overdrive, and you feel like you have enough energy to conquer the world. There’s not one surface in your gym where you two haven’t fucked. You can’t remember the last time you and Charlie worked out that didn’t end with you being sweaty, naked, on your back, and his massive hard cock pounding into your soaking wet kitty until you are screaming with ecstasy.

Oh yes, you live for working out with him.

“It’s a shame there’s no more of that chocolate left…” you sigh, vigorously shaking the box upside down, like that will make one more magically fall out.

“Good. Now it’s not lying about here tempting us,” he answers, snorting a laugh.

“Let’s indulge in another vice then. Why don’t we have rest of that wine my folks sent over?” you suggest.

“That sounds lovely,” Charlie remarks, finally sitting upright in bed.

He doesn’t break eye contact with you the whole time. He also licks his lips again, and you know what he’s craving now. Slowly, he leans his beautiful face in towards yours. You two close your eyes and your heart races as his sweet lips make contact with yours. The kiss is long, slow, and passionate, and you never want it to end. The chocolate you two have been eating just makes it even more thrilling and delicious. You open your eyes right as your man is slowly removing his lips from yours. He is still nose-to-nose with you as he quickly flicks his tongue over your gently parted lips. Holy shit. You’re certain you have a little O every time he does that.

“Mmmm…” you purr, momentarily swooning and sighing.

He smiles again as he twists his muscular upper body around to reach the wine bottle and glasses from his nightstand. There’s just enough wine left for both of you to have a glass. He opens the bottle, pours merlot into both glasses, and hands one to you.

“Cheers,” he says, and you click your glass against his.

“Cheers,” you repeat.

Both of you take a drink with your eyes locked on each other’s. As he tilts his glass back, you notice one little drop of wine escape and land right in the middle of his hard chest. You watch as that one drop slowly trickles down his perfectly sculpted abs, straight down his “happy trail” and down, down, down to kingdom come.

Charlie notices you’re no longer making eye contact with him and glances down at his bare chest. He gives a short laugh when he sees what you’re looking at.

“I thought I felt something wet,” he muses, smirking as he looks up at you. He knows exactly what your dirty little mind is thinking. “You want to get that, y/n?” he dares to ask.

“With pleasure,” you reply, sensually, licking your lips for emphasis.

You’re already sitting right on top of him, and why wouldn’t you? You tilt your head around until you’re facing him, and then you begin slowly licking that little trail of wine from his beautiful chest. He shivers in response to your tongue snaking over his hard abs. A little moan escapes his lips as your tongue slides lower, tracing down that little trail of hair extending from his bellybutton, and threatening to go even lower. You can see his cock is standing straight at attention, even though his lower half is still covered with his soft, fleece Union Jack blanket.

You’re just as much of a tease as he is, so you remove your face from his lower abs before you take it any further. He gives you this look, knowing what he was expecting you to do. You love to tease him, and this only seems to make him want you more.

Once you two have finished the wine, he looks over at you and declares, “That was lovely.”

“Yes,” you agree. “We should spend more cozy winter nights eating chocolate and drinking wine in bed.”

“Not sure about the chocolate bit, but I wouldn’t mind having a glass or two of wine before bed every night,” he answers, licking his lips again. Gaaaah!

“Mmmm… absolutely,” you reply, thinking about how frisky you two get after having a few glasses of wine. Champagne has the same effect on you, too, which gives you an idea…

“I’m going to get that new bottle of Dom Perignon from the kitchen,” you announce, sexily climbing over Charlie to get out of bed. You make sure your ample cleavage in your little sheer red nightgown brushes against his beautiful, rough face as you’re crawling across him. You also feel his massive erection pressing into your thigh, making your little red lace thong completely soaked.

The only reason you wear clothes like this to bed is you get such a thrill from the way he removes them from you. You especially love it when he removes your thong with his teeth.

*Cue instant orgasm*

“Are you trying to get me drunk tonight, y/n??” he asks, in a low, sensual voice.

“Maybe!” you tease, winking and quickly turning round to leave the room.

“Hurry back,” he advises.

As much as you love teasing your man, you don’t want to wait much longer for him to take you to paradise tonight. Oh no. You race into the kitchen and quickly locate that bottle of expensive champagne he brought home earlier. You take a couple of champagne glasses from the cupboard and close it gently behind you.

Before you return to the bedroom and Charlie, you start feeling a little mischievous. All that wine and sugar is going to your head. You give the bottle a vigorous shake, knowing exactly what will happen. You’ll make it look like a naughty little accident.

As you walk back down the hall towards the bedroom, you realize you’re more than a little tipsy. You’ve both had way too much wine tonight. It’s a good thing he didn’t ask you to put on your red five-inch spike heels. That would result in an accident.

“Chahlie, dahling,” you call to him in a tantalizing manner as soon as you enter the bedroom.

He’s sitting up in bed, wearing his reading glasses (which look hot as fuck on him), and reading something on his Kindle Fire. It takes him a moment to stop reading and look up at you. He lays aside his reading glasses and finally gives you his full attention. You take a few slow steps towards your man, waving the champagne bottle in his face.

“Are you ready for some champagne?” you ask, seductively leaning down until your tits are right in his face again. You set the bottle and champagne glasses down on his nightstand.

“Yes, please,” Charlie whispers, momentarily burying his face in your huge tatas.

You get a little tingle from the way his beard tickles your sensitive skin. He plants several rough but delicious kisses on your cleavage, provoking a soft moan from your lips.

It’s hard for you two to get anything done, the way you two are always so hot and bothered over each other. Fuck anyone who says the so-called “honeymoon phase” eventually cools off. Not with this man it doesn’t.

You have a feeling he was so distracted by your boobs that he had no idea what you asked him.

“Ready for champagne?” you repeat, almost tempted to jump right into bed with him and forgo the Dom Perignon.

“Oh, yes, the champagne,” he suddenly remembers, making you giggle.

You start peeling the foil from the bottle. “What were you reading?”

“Fifty Best Ways to Prepare Fish,” he reveals.

“Are you going to prepare some for us?” you ask, remembering how much he loves to cook. Especially for you.

“Yes, of course,” Charlie answers quickly.

“I love it when you cook for us,” you reply sweetly. Then you remember the champagne bottle. You start pretending to struggle with it, although you are perfectly capable of opening it yourself. "Charlie, darling… would you be a gentleman and help me open this bottle?”

“Sure, love,” he obliges.

You carry the bottle a few steps back from the bed, making him have to stand up and follow you. He is wearing silky white Calvin Klein shorts, which he is practically bulging right out of. Your heart races as he slowly approaches you, and your eyes are glued on his scorching hot bod. Hot damn, that man is fine.

“Lemme have a go, y/n,” he offers, taking the bottle from you and twisting on the wire cage.

“Oh, wait… I think I can get it…” you interject, twisting on the cage too.

“No, love, I got it…” he counters, trying to pull it away from you.

He keeps one hand firmly on the neck of the bottle as you two tug on it, back and forth, back and forth, shaking it even worse.

“I got this…” you utter.

“Stop shaking it!” he warns.

You two finally manage to remove the cage, and you loosen the cork with your fingers. It’s hard to do with acrylic nails as long as yours. The cork flies off with tremendous force (luckily, you two dodge it), and champagne explodes everywhere. You accidentally-on-purpose tilt the bottle away from yourself, and poor Charlie gets soaked.

“Shit!” he exclaims, quickly placing one hand over the top to control the spray.

“Oops!” you squeak in a tiny voice.

But then you start laughing so hard that you have to sit down on the bed (which is luckily dry). He can see right through you, and his pretty blue eyes are giving you a look of death.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you halfheartedly apologize, still giggling uncontrollably.

“What the bloody hell did you do? You must have shaken up the bottle before you brought it in here,” he accuses, looking like he is trying hard not to laugh too.

“Why would I do that??” you ask, innocently.

“Because you wanted to see me get soaking wet and sticky,” he determines, looking around at the mess all over the floor. Yup. Uh huh. He pauses for a moment before coming up with a better explanation. “No, wait… it’s so I’d have to take another shower today, and you would sneak in with me, yes?”

Ding-ding-ding!

Only you never “sneak in” with him. You’re very bold and obvious whenever you want to shower with your man, which is fairly often. It always ends the same way, too… he practically slams you into the tile wall, pinning you against it with his muscular body, and as steamy hot water pours down on you, he proceeds to rail you until you’re sore and exhausted. Shower sex is much less messy and more thrilling than bed sex (although you’ll never say no to that, of course). Every time Charlie wrecks you with his huge dick, you end up squirting like there’s no tomorrow, and he cums rivers.

“Well, of course, love,” you finally ‘fess up.

“You are so naughty,” he scolds. “You deserve to be punished.”

God, you love hearing him talk like that. Just the sound of his rich British accent makes you as wet as the Thames. Especially when he threatens to “punish” you for being naughty.

“What will my punishment be??” you inquire, in a low, sexy voice, trying not to smile or giggle.

“First, you have to clean up this mess on the floor. Mrs. Anderson has already gone home for the night, so you have to take over for her,” he orders, referring to your sweet little old housekeeper.

That wasn’t the type of punishment you were hoping for, but he was right. It needed to be cleaned up, stat. You merely nod as you tiptoe around the spilled champagne, trying your best not to slide on the shiny hardwood floor. You quickly grab a big, thick towel from the linen closet and bring it back to the bedroom. You toss the towel on the floor and skate around on it, cleaning up the champagne spill in no time.

Charlie stands there watching you closely, nodding and praising you.

“Good girl… good girl…” he encourages, reaching down and patting you on top of the head when you bend down to pick up the towel. “Now you will clean me up,” he demands, which makes your heart jump excitedly.

You know exactly how he intends for you to do it, too. You toss that wet, sticky towel into the corner and slowly rise up until you are looking right into his intense baby blues. As much as you want to go into wild, sex kitten mode and throw him down on the floor and fuck him then and there, you decide to take your time.

You start by slowly leaning your head in towards his. He gets the idea and begins leaning in towards you. He places his strong hands firmly on the back of your head and you begin kissing. Every time his luscious lips make contact with yours, you find it almost impossible to break away. Now is no exception. Your heart races like a runaway train as Charlie slowly parts your lips with his, allowing his tongue to slide into your mouth and explore.

“Mmmmph…” you mumble, feeling his possessive hands tangle into your hair, keeping you right where he wants you. You place your hands on his strong back for a moment before letting them settle on his broad shoulders.

You two finally break the kiss slowly, and he places one hand under your chin for a moment. His tongue darts out and he licks your lips again, instantly sending you into orgasmic ecstasy. Your raging lust for him is out of control, quickly driving you to the breaking point.

You can’t hold back any longer and succumb to desire. Within seconds of his tongue grazing your lips, you begin feverishly kissing his neck and shoulders, like a wild animal attacking its prey. You’re certain to leave a few “marks” there that he won’t see until tomorrow. You suck hard enough on his Adam’s apple to make him sigh and groan with need. Finally, you release your mouth from his neck with a wet, smacking noise and notice how much of your red lipstick is all over him.

So much for “kiss proof” lipstick. You’re more than desperate to leave it somewhere else, too…

Charlie doesn’t seem to take any notice and sucks in his breath sharply as your anxious lips attach to his hard chest. He is so sticky and wet all over from that champagne, and it tastes so sweet on his bare skin. You begin slowly and seductively licking it off his hot, perfect body, tracing your tongue over every perfectly chiseled muscle, teasing and arousing him until you know he is approaching the breaking point.

“Mmmm… yes, baby… oh, God…” he breathes.

Within a few minutes, you have licked and licked and licked him all over until you’re certain all of that damn champagne is gone. You keep grazing him with your tongue for a while longer, though, just to make sure. Charlie is just so damn delicious, and you should know: you have kissed and licked and sucked every inch of his body imaginable.

He’s delicious from his lips to his tip.

By now, you’re almost on your knees in front of him. You lick down his hard, tight stomach, dip your tongue into his bellybutton, and then focus on that little trail of hair leading downwards. You let your tongue venture down his happy trail a few times, always being the naughty little tease you are. You glance up at your man and notice he has his head tilted back and his eyes closed, like he is lost in his own fantasies. He still has his powerful hands tangled in your hair, and you notice he is slowly pushing your head down a little lower… then a little lower…

You’re so focused on his perfect, muscular chest that you almost forget what you’re doing. It’s completely his fault, the way he has been flexing his abs since you started licking him all over. Damn. Luckily, he is able to jar you from your thoughts when he utters some deliciously dirty words.

“Ready for dessert, love?” he asks in a low, sexy voice that is barely above a whisper.

Dessert?!

“Yes…” you reply, slowly dropping all the way to your knees. “Oh yes…”

With your heart pounding in your ears from excitement, you hook your thumbs under the waistband of his silky Calvins and slowly pull them down. His massive hard cock springs loose right in your face, so perfect and pink and aching to be in your mouth.

You barely notice him stepping out of his silky undershorts and shoving them aside with his foot. You’re focusing on more important things. While gently cupping his large balls in one hand (careful with the nails!), you position your face right under that huge organ. You slowly lick all the way from the base of his shaft up to the head, taking a moment to lick away the precum that is glazing the tip.

Charlie shivers all over and his body tenses up.

“Oh God…” he sighs sensually.

You remove your hand from his balls and place both hands on his firm, bare ass. You slowly begin taking his cock into your mouth, licking and sucking that delicious piece of meat as you go. You keep taking him in, inch by inch, hearing him groan and sigh with passion, until the head of his cock is far down your throat. Oh, oh, oh yes.

It took some practice for you to learn how to take all of his dick into your mouth and down your throat. He’s much, much bigger than your ex (*cue disgusted groan*). Luckily, Charlie was patient in the beginning and has never been turned off by the sounds of you choking and gagging. He knows it’s because he’s well above average size (at least eight inches), and there’s no other reason.

Giving him frequent blowjobs is your oral fixation.

Once you have taken all of his thick, juicy cock down your throat, he tightens his grip on your hair and begins slowly thrusting his hips. Your pussy salivates madly, and his voice becomes louder and more vocal. You tighten your grip on his ass, practically digging your acrylic tips into the firm flesh of his cheeks as he thrusts harder… faster… and deeper down your throat. You can hear him gasping and sighing while he fucks your face, groaning and shouting your name with abandon. You feel like his dirty little slut every time he violates your face, and you couldn’t be prouder.

“Oh….y/n… oh… fuck… I’m gonna cum...” he groans.

Nothing makes you hotter, wetter, and hornier than hearing Charlie Hunnam say he’s gonna cum. Without even touching your clit, you feel it pulsing and tingling down there. Suddenly, you feel like you wet yourself.

You don’t take time to guess whether you squirted or not (of course you did), because you feel his massive cock throbbing between your lips. His breathing becomes ragged and his body tenses, and you’re all prepared to taste his load running down your throat.

But at the very last second, he abruptly withdraws from your throat and spurts thick, sticky cum all over your face. He continues jerking on his cock until every last drop has splattered you. Your mouth drops open in stunned shock as you sit there on your knees, feeling like you’ve been soaked with a gallon of milk.

It takes him a moment to regain his composure or even the ability to speak. When he does, however, the first word out of his mouth is a teasing, mocking “Oops.”

Normally, you don’t mind it when he cums all over your face. But then he starts laughing about it, and you feel like you could cry. Clearly, he just got back at you for drenching him in champagne, and how!

Charlie takes one long, agile finger, swipes it across both of your cheeks, and pops it into your mouth. Yes, his cum is delicious, but you don’t feel all that hot and aroused anymore. He smirks and sniggers at what he’s just done.

God, why does this man have to be so gorgeous? If he wasn’t, you would slap him in the face right now.

You notice some of his seed is oozing down onto your exposed cleavage. He sees it, too, and repeats the finger-in-your-mouth process. By now, he is kneeling on the floor, eye to eye with you, and still naked while he pretends to clean you up.

It takes you a few minutes before you can form words. “What the hell was that?? I mean… I thought…”

“You thought what?? That you were going to get to swallow??!” he asks, a bit indignantly. His pretty blue eyes stare into you with disbelief. You somewhat nod. “Lighten up, love! It’s not like I’m depriving you in any way. You already gave me two blowjobs earlier today, and I let you swallow every last drop of my cum both times. Is your thirsty mouth never satisfied, you little slut??”

He smirks in your face as he tries to insert another cum-dipped finger into your mouth. You quickly clamp your teeth down and playfully nip him.

Slut, huh?

“I’m only a slut for you,” you remind him firmly. Then you think of the perfect comeback to his “slut” accusation. “And you’re a horny little devil for me,”

“Of course I am,” Charlie brags, smirking again.

“I bet you couldn’t go one day without trying to ravish me,” you declare.

“And I bet you couldn’t go one day without trying to shag me senseless,” he responds.

“Bring it on,” you challenge. “And whoever loses the bet...” You pause for a moment to think. “…has to take us both out to dinner every night for a week at the place the winner chooses. He will have to take us both to the Hard Rock Café.”

“Fuck yes,” Charlie agrees, but then he quickly corrects you. “*She *will be taking us out to dinner at the Georgian at Harrods every night for a week.”

“We’ll see,” you respond slyly, narrowing your eyes at him. He does the same back to you.

“Oh, no. I will definitely win this bet,” he states confidently.

You two take a deep breath and sigh loudly in unison. In the backs of your minds, you both know this bet isn’t going to work. You continue sitting there in the floor with little white, sticky droplets of his cum still clinging to your face, just staring at him. From the position he’s kneeling, you can’t help but stare at the way his dick and balls are dangling down between his legs.

He knows exactly what you’re looking at.

“You grab at my dick and you’ve lost the bet, slut,” he reminds you cleverly.

You quickly let the thin straps of your sheer lacy nightgown roll off your shoulders and fully expose your huge tits to him.

“Nice try, y/n,” Charlie responds, snorting a laugh. He finally stands up, strangely flaccid, and hands you a box of Kleenex from his nightstand. “Clean yourself up. I’m going to bed.”

You two sneer at each other as he walks past you and gets into bed. You don’t want him to see you hungrily licking rest of his cum off your face and tits (you don’t want to give him that satisfaction), so you wipe rest of it up with some tissues.

You and Charlie get into bed and stay on far opposite ends away from each other. That’s the exact opposite of how you two usually sleep. Most nights, you two fall asleep in the center of the bed, with your head on his shoulder and wrapped in each other’s arms. More often than not, you’re both soaked in each other’s sweat and glowing in post-coital bliss.

But not tonight.

You two continue staring at each other in the dim light, smirking and certain the other will “break” and lose the bet.

“Go to sleep,” he whispers eventually, turning over until he is facing away from you.

Even after he does this, you lay there staring at the back of his head and his broad, manly shoulders and upper back. You finally have to put a pillow in between you two, just so you can cool off enough to go to sleep.

A/N: Just for the record, I would never be upset if Charlie came all over my face.

Continued in Part 2

[gothgleek]

Angus Tully x Gender Neutral!Reader

This is something I wrote after I made this post. Not a ton of biting in this unfortunately but I did write a lot of smut so hopefully it balances out.

Summary: Your boyfriend had an oral fixation and you couldn’t help but experiment with it from time to time.

Notes: Minors DNI, smut, aged up Angus (20s), reader receiving rimming/ass eating, minor spit play, sexual experimentation, established relationships, gender neutral reader. Border by @saradika-graphics

Please like, reblog, and comment if you like my work!

Rimming, ass eating, frontage, established relationship, minor spit, sexual experimenting, gn!reader

You were well aware of your boyfriend’s oral fixation. Angus loved going down on you. If he had a particularly hard day at work, he gets on his knees immediately without a word. If you had a hard day at work, Angus wouldn’t hesitate to use his tongue to lick away your stress. He kisses his way down, and despite your pleas, he takes his time to lick and taste your skin. When he finally reaches your center, he can only moan in pleasure when you lock your thighs around his head.

Additionally, Angus could hardly let a day go by without leaving bite marks on you. The first time he did it, you were focusing on paperwork when he came up from behind you and bite your shoulder. You jumped in your seat with a screech while he simply stared at you and asked what you were up to. It wasn’t a hard bite, especially when the two of you actually started having sex.

When you looked at your torso the morning after the two of you fucked, you would see a constellation of his teeth marks on your skin. It hurt to put clothes on sometimes. Nonetheless, you didn’t mind or ask him to stop as a strange part of you felt honored to be his chew toy. In fact, today you are encouraging him to push his oral fixation further. The idea came from a skin mag you found shoved in the back of the convenience store. When you brought up the subject Agnus one day, he could hardly contain his excitement.

Another way for him to taste you? He would absolutely give it a try.

Which brought you here- ass up, face down on your bed waiting for him to come to your room without an inch of clothing on you.

You pushed your ass back, burying your face in the pillow.

The bed creaks as Angus crawls onto it and suddenly you’re all too aware of your surroundings. The green linen bed sheets, the wooden bed frame, and pale yellow walls. Distantly, you wondered how long it would take for all those colors to blur together when Angus made you cum.

He places a kiss on the small of your back and slowly works his way upwards, kissing the back of your shoulders, then your neck. He takes his time kissing your neck and you know each kiss is a spot he will bite later on. Even if you wear turtle necks or scarves or cover it with makeup, he has marked you as his and his alone. His finger catches your chin, turning your head so you can kiss him.

Another thing about Angus? He’s an excellent fucking kisser. You don’t know how considering you are his first serious relationship and his numerous boarding schools left much to be desired in terms of relationships. But you couldn’t complain not when his tongue did that thing when you kissed. The kisses on your back were gentle and brief. This kiss however? It’s sloppy and all consuming. Angus puts his hand on the back of your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue sends shivers of anticipation through your body and you return the passion. Your chin stays firm between his fingers however, so he pushes you away so your foreheads rest against each other.

“Not yet,” Angus breathes. “There will be time for that after. I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

He presses a rough, yet quick kiss against your lips and releases you. Your hands catch you so you’re on all fours as he works his way down your back. The bed dips as he settles behind you. His large hands catch the meat of your hips as Angus presses kisses against the fat of your ass. He’s warming you up, because despite it being your idea, he knows you’re a little nervous. Angus gives you a gentle bite on one cheek before giving a symmetrical bite on the other. He bites around your ass cheeks a little harder every time and you know you’ll be sore in the morning.

Angus digs his thumbs into you, spreading you open and you can feel his warm breath against your hole. You wish you could see his face right now. Was he biting his lips? Were his pupils dilated with lust? Was he drooling? Before you can ponder further, Angus dives in between your cheeks.

“Oh!” You breathe out as his tongue slides across your hole. Your toes curl and you push against his face, wordlessly begging for more.

”I’ve barely done anything,” Angus teases and you can feel him smirk.

“Can you do something?” You plead. He indulges, just barely, with the tip of his tongue pressed against your hole, just barely penetrating it. You fall face first to the mattress so you can push back against his tongue. Angus keeps you in place though.

“Why are you so needy?” He bites the curve of your ass. “Do I spoil you too much?”

You shake your head. “You don’t spoil me enough.”

“Do you think you can do better than me?” Angus asks, rubbing one hand against the bite he left on your ass as he doves between your cheeks again. You can feel his hot breath against your wanting hole. You hate that he’s so close. So close yet not doing anything about it.

“Touch yourself for me,” Angus says, pulling back from your hole. Angus sat you upright so he could lean over your shoulder. “Show me how much you want it.”

You waste little time putting your hands between your legs. Angus loves watching you touch yourself. Not because he wants you to get off. No, no, no. He likes watching you touch yourself because he knows you can’t get yourself off without him anymore. Your hands aren’t as soft as his, your fingers aren’t as long, nor is your mouth as dirty as his.

“You look so pretty touching yourself,” Angus bit down on your shoulder. “Tell me, are you close?”

“I need you,” You shake your head furiously. “Please touch me.”

Chuckling as he gives your shoulder one last bite, Angus obliges. He pushes you back into your forearms and spreads your cheeks apart. He gives your asshole a warning lick. When your body relaxes, Angus gives quick circles around your hole. He then pushed his tongue all the way in, as far as it could go. Angus smiled to himself as he felt the muscles in your ass clench under his palms. He licks up and down your asshole and you push your ass against him. Grabbing your hips, Angus buries his tongue inside you again. You touch yourself matching his pace. Slowly he slid his tongue in and then out. He spat in your hole before sliding his tongue in again, pushing his saliva in deeper. You shivered from the feeling.

“Angus,” You moaned. “I’m getting close.”

One hand left your hip and traveled between your legs, replacing yours. Both your hands fisted the bed sheets as his fingers and tongue worked their magic. Your moans grew louder while Angus kept his pace, just pressing his tongue down a little harder.

Your knees dug into the mattress when your orgasm hit you. Your eyes shot open and you could barely take in your surroundings, all the colors blurring together. Sparks danced in your vision as pleasure shot through your spine and spread to the rest of your body. His fingers kept its pace, elongating your orgasm so he could listen to your voice moaning his name over and over again. Angus pulled his face away so he could watch your shaking body overwhelm with pleasure.

Eventually waves of pleasure subsided and your body fell into the mattress, feeling like jelly. Lazily, you rolled onto your back and looked up at Angus between your legs. He was still fully dressed and palming his cock through his pants.

“My turn,” He smirked.

You smiled up at him. “I’m all yours.”

[eldritch-spouse]

if obie were to ever accidentally let it slip that he desperately wanted to eat me mid fuck i might clench hard enough to cut off his blood circulation, like thats so hot i need him to confess all his dark demonly desires to me

[OH BOY.]

The trick, because he is a tad self-conscious about this, is to start this back and forth when he's nearing a rut.

He's got less of a filter around that period of time. Will fall into degenerate rambling faster. All you really need to do is start with a simple, almost innocuous question, while your hand is wrapped around his dick. That's enough.

Obie will rapidly start ranting about how he controls himself so much, how most of his drooling during sex is a fruit of his efforts not to chew you to pieces. He sees your tits bounce, and more than suck them into his mouth, he wants to feel the tissue mold around his teeth. He wishes he could eat your thighs and tear a chunk out of your ass- He knows he would cum the biggest load of his entire life if you'd let him take just a decent bite. Your flavor must be something holier than the purest angels. But he can never indulge, even if you let him, Obie can't. Because he knows he wouldn't be able to stop. He'd rip and tear and swallow until there's nothing left of you and sanity be damned he would slurp your soul down too. Obie would gorge himself, giving meaning to what a true glutton is, and even if the experience would leave most concubi seething in jealousy of his pleasure, he'd loathe himself forever.

The fact that you seem to get turned on from hearing his mad raving, knowing that his incessant licking is more like the lap of a lion trying to scrape meat off bones, is beffudling. Maybe another glutton would have that reaction, but Obie's never seen a human that got aroused. All sorts of chemicals are flying off in his brain, and he'll make it a point to be a lot more open about the urge to sample you when it does pop up. Wearing a crop top? He'd kill for a bite of your tummy. A short skirt? He's this close to latching onto your thighs.

[yanderes-galore]

Actually double checking this one went through

Dutch rdr1 + prompts M-2, D-1, A-1 by writeformesinpie

I forgot if I sent it already, also I might have miscounted and it might be 14

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BACK TO DUTCH BEING A DELUSIONAL CANNIBAL I GUESS.

Prompts Here

Yandere! RDR1! Dutch Van Der Linde Prompts M-2, D-1, A-1

“If you leave me now I’ll die. I can’t survive without you.”

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.”

“I want to know how you’ll taste between my teeth.”

Pairing: "Romantic" (?)

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Blood, Delusional behavior, Intimate scenes, Biting/Kissing, Forced "relationship".

Many knew Dutch to be a bad man. In the modern year he is a man who is willing to pull the trigger on any poor soul. The lucky ones knew him for just that... and not his unique appetite.

Dutch had truly not been the man he once was since the downfall of his old gang. Deer was good food, but with him on the run it was like people were easier to come by. Dutch had grown into an animal focused purely on survival....

The craving for consumption only got worse when he met you.

You had been the victim of a raid he planned. He was looking for money, surprise, and possibly other valuable vices. That's when he found you... cowered in the corner...

That's when he knew he had to claim you for his own.

It had been a month since then and you never felt safe around your captor. The stares he gave always had some sort of hidden desire in them. You always just assumed it was something that involved intimacy.

Unfortunately... It was much worse than you thought.

Dutch, from the moment he saw you, has had a certain hunger towards you. When his eyes meet yours, he can only think of how you'd taste. His mouth is always salivating at the mere thought of tasting you all over.

He couldn't help but fantasize about it late at night, even more so when he kissed your skin, when he felt you under him...

You're such a treat to him.

To him, this was his way of satisfying his fantasies. Every kiss and love bite... every long lick.... Dutch quickly became reliant on you... anytime he could get his hands on you, he wanted to taste you.

Unfortunately, it doesn't appear he has a good grip on you, his little captive.

You had tried to escape from Dutch after one of your nights together. You had slipped from his cabin's beds and tried to leave. Dutch, however... was a light sleeper.

“If you leave me now I’ll die. I can’t survive without you.” Dutch pleads, desperation in his mind and eyes as he reaches out and clutches your arm. His grip is tight, desperate.

He had become too reliant. Your taste is too addictive on his tongue. He hadn't even tasted your blood yet like he was intending too and he was hooked.

How could he let you go now!?

You struggle, you scream, yet Dutch is quick to tug you down. Your back collides with the musky smelling mattress as Dutch pins you down. You kick and growl like an animal... but Dutch is too focused on kissing your lips to care much.

"You've always tasted so delicious, love..." Dutch whispers, briefly pulling away with a sickening wet smack. "I've always wanted to know something about you...."

You struggle as he tilts your head to the side, eying your shoulder while he keeps a wrist of yours in a crushing grip.

“I want to know how you’ll taste between my teeth.” Dutch admits, predatory eyes glaring down at you as he ghosts his lips over your shoulder. "I want to taste your blood flowing into my mouth, I want to chew your tasty flesh... Please, Darlin'... I'm desperate...."

It's not like Dutch really cared for your answer. In fact, he didn't even wait. When had Dutch ever cared for what you had to say to his ideas?

If he did, you would've been long gone by now.

The scream that erupted from your throat was muffled by Dutch's hand as his teeth dug into your shoulder. His bite was unrestrained, completely uncaring how much this hurt you. All he cared about was keeping you here... caging you so he could have a taste.

“This hurts me more than it hurts you.” Dutch murmurs, groaning as he tastes more of your divine essence. "I wanted to wait, know that? I wanted you to be comfortable before we did this... but you tried to leave me."

You squeal in pain again as Dutch bites a new area, shuddering as your blood slicks his hands in red. You tasted so good.... He can't help but want more.

"Maybe this should be your punishment... trying to leave me... you're mine now. You've been mine since the first night I had you!" Dutch growls, at this point settling between your legs as he feasts on the flesh of your arm.

You plead with him, you promise to do better. However, Dutch is too far gone. Your taste drives him crazy... the fact you tried to run enraging him.... This is what both of you deserve...

Maybe tonight's the night he decides to consume you fully, to savor your taste and finally claim you fully...

Then you can never leave him... and you'll be forever his.

[unsur8]

I wasn't expecting my last post to get 100 notes, let alone 200+. Thank you all so much <3

I accidentally posted the draft so if any of you saw that no you didn’t.

Word count: 400~

This one is a bit shorter than I’d like but it was fun to write :)

male!reader x Wriothesley

SW: oral (male receiving), handcuffs, body worship, marking

Indulge in Me

"Is this okay?" Wriothesley's voice was low and gentle. He didn't want to cause you any discomfort as he bound your wrists with cold handcuffs. He knelt down and gripped your thighs, his touch both sweet and rough as his calloused hands teased the inside of your thigh. Wriothesley always took great care as he worshipped your body, even as he bit into your plush thigh and kissed the red indents. He wanted to drown in your scent and your body, and in the groans you tried to stifle as he licked the head of your aching cock. His hands tightened on your thighs as they began to quiver under his touch. Seeing an intimidating man on his knees, worshipping you in such a dirty way, made you feel weak. He treated you tenderly, yet he also wanted to ravish you. He indulged in you even when he gagged, drool dribbling down his chin. Wriothesley palmed the growing bulge in his pants for some relief, his desire for you reaching a frenzy. He wanted to kiss your neck and leave dark purple hickeys as he thrust inside you, but he was a patient man.

He squeezed your thighs as you struggled against the handcuffs, your whines and moans growing more desperate. “Oh, fuck… Please, please.” Your pleas did not fall on deaf ears. Wriothesley replaced his mouth with his hands and pumped you at the same pace as he sucked you off, his iron grip leaving red marks on your thighs as you pulled against the restraints on your wrists. He needed to see your face, how your eyes squeezed shut and your eyebrows furrowed. And oh, when you called out his name when you splattered his hand with warm cum. Wriothesley was putty in your hands. He was sure to fuck you until you couldn't walk, but first he pressed open-mouthed kisses on your neck and whispered praises to you.

"You did so well," he murmured, running his hands along your sides and kissing your face sweetly. Your face was flushed and your breathing heavy as you came down from your high. Wriothesley breathed in your intoxicating scent as he bit down gently. This man has brought you pleasure countless times, but only a fool would think you wouldn’t return the favor.

You grind your hips against his to rile him up, a teasing smile plastered on your face. “Careful now.” Wriothesley’s lips were hot against your neck. “You might bite off more than you can chew.”

[abitohoney]

Insatiable

CH7 - Make me Yours AO3 link

CH1 || CH2 || CH3 || CH4 || CH5 || CH6 || CH7

Vampire Sevika x female reader

Rating: Explicit, MDNI, NSFW

Story Tags: Vampire Sevika, Soft Sevika, liaison reader, Porn With Plot, Porn with Feelings, Grinding, Sexual Tension, Biting, Drinking, Smut, Clothed Sex, Blood, Canon-Typical Violence, Assault, Vaginal Fingering, Cunnilingus, Minor Character Death, Vampire Silco, vampire Ran, definitely took some creative liberties on vampire lore here, Menstrual Sex, Menstruation Kink, Strap-Ons, Overstimulation

Word Count: 4.2k

Story Summary: As the new liaison between Piltover and the Undercity, you've been guided by the enigmatic escort Ran to meet with their boss- and fearsome criminal kingpin- Silco, as well as his alluring right-hand woman Sevika. You're well aware that plenty of shady things take place in the depths below, but there's something particularly mysterious about these three that you can't quite put your finger on.

AN: This is already in process over on AO3.

“We- You- have a decision to make.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, puzzled as to what you could possibly have to choose from in this situation.

“I can’t control myself around you. If we continue these weekly meetings, you’re not going to survive much longer.”

You didn’t doubt her words. The effects of her bites were more than obvious.

“So we either end this and you never speak of what you’ve learned, I turn you, or…” she trailed off for a moment before hesitantly meeting your gaze. “...or you become my blood servant.”

Your brows rose high. The first two options were honestly not so surprising, and pretty straightforward, but what in Janna’s name did she mean by ‘blood servant’? You supposed it was just as it sounded, but you were intrigued as to the details of what that would entail.

“Blood servant?”

“Yes. You become my main source of blood, but with the regenerative benefits of a full vampire, so you recover quickly. No other vampire may feed off you and you’ll be required to stay near me.” She averted her gaze again before continuing. “Basically a form of an eternal bond.”

Chewing at the inside of your cheek, you thought over the options. If it were entirely up to you, the first option was definitely out of the running. You were head over heels for this woman and the thought of no longer seeing her made your chest ache and throat swell. The second option wasn’t that much more appealing. You’d be forced to feed on others as a vampire, something you had no interest in. Being her ‘blood servant’ honestly sounded incredibly appealing. Having to be near her at all times, allowing her to continue feeding from you, being bound to her- that all seemed incredibly enticing. But this decision shouldn’t be up to just you. She had just as much a say in the matter.

“What would you want?” you asked.

Sevika turned back to you, eyes wide. “It- it’s not up to me,” she said, almost angrily.

“I think this is up to both of us,” you said and rose to your feet. You stepped closer to her, eyes locked on hers. “You have just as much say as I do. So what do you want?”

She peered down at you, stunned that you cared what she thought. That you were even considering some of the options. Her eyes searched yours, and you were certain she was trying to read your thoughts. She was afraid to admit her desires. Afraid you’d reject her.

“Do you want to continue seeing me?” you asked, hoping to help her voice her opinion.

She stood silent for a moment, her brows pulled tight. Her throat bobbed and she licked her lips.

“I’d like to keep seeing you,” you admitted with a shy smile.

Her lips slowly curled up at one side. Clearly that was what she was hoping for.

“So, what do you want?” you asked again.

“You.”

Your cheeks warmed. Such a simple response, but said with such finality, like there was no doubt in her mind she wanted to be with you.

“Well, I’d be more than happy to be yours.” Your smile grew along with hers and you stepped closer, wrapping your arms around her waist beneath her cloak. “Your servant for whatever you need.”

She wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you against her rigid body. “There is some risk with the conversion,” she said quietly, watching your expression carefully. “I’ll have to be careful not to remove too much of your blood, otherwise you may become a vampire instead. You’ll also have to drink some of my blood. Are you sure this is what you want?”

“Yes.” You stretched up on your toes and kissed her scarred cheek. You swore for a moment you saw that rich brown skin blush, but before you could confirm, she leaned down to press a chaste kiss to your lips.

“I’ll be sure to distract you throughout the process,” she said with a smirk.

A warmth spread through your body at her words. That sultry, sexy voice made your core ache with need. You had no doubt she could distract you. She’d done it plenty of times before.

Sevika stepped back and slipped her metal hand around to the small of your back, gently guiding you out of the bedroom.

She took you to the mysterious adjacent room. Removing a key from her satchel, she unlocked the door and allowed you to step inside first. She turned on the light, illuminating the surprisingly near-empty room. She stepped past you as you scanned the room.

Along the wall directly across from you was a large wardrobe and a chest of drawers. The small window on the adjacent wall was completely covered by dark drapes. Though you assumed that was to block any light that might make its way into the depths of Zaun while she slept, you found no bed whatsoever. But what it did have, to your surprise, was what appeared to be a very large coffin.

Oh Janna, does she sleep in that?

Is that what we're going to–

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sevika's smirk when she turned to face you. “Frightened?”

That was a loaded question. Despite you agreeing to this, you were no doubt a bit frightened. This entire situation was anything but calming. Yet, you'd be lying if you claimed it didn't also excite you.

“I'm not scared of you, if that’s what you mean,” you said softly, a shy smile pulling at your lips.

Sevika stepped closer, the toes of her shoes touching yours. With your chin between her thumb and forefinger, she tilted your head back.

You met her gaze, breath catching at the gentle touch and concern in her eyes.

“Having second thoughts?” She asked quietly, her eyes searching yours.

“Not at all. I want this. I want you.”

The little crooked grin she wore made your legs weak. She was so damn charming.

She must have sensed your desire to kiss her, as she slowly lowered her head to bring her lips to yours.

You sighed contentedly against her and slipped your hands up her chest to grasp at the fabric of her cloak.

Her prosthetic arm slid around your lower back, pulling your body closer to hers as she deepened the kiss.

Any bit of remaining doubt or worry quickly began to fade away beneath her touch, her kiss. Despite the dangerous nature of her kind, you’d never felt safer than you did in her arms. As if nothing could harm you so long as you had her. She would be your protector, and in return you would gladly be her source of nourishment.

When she broke the kiss, your half-lidded eyes met hers briefly, both of you full to the brim with adoration and lust.

She took a half step back and slipped her fingers beneath the hem of your shirt, tips ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her gaze met yours briefly, and with your nod of approval, she carefully pulled your shirt up over your head before tossing it aside. She took a moment to appreciate the swell of your breasts from where they peeked out of the top of your bra. Metal and flesh thumbs gently grazed the supple flesh along the edge of the thin material. Those gray eyes slowly bled into a glowing mix of purple and red. Her lips parted, her warm breath and the scent of smoke and spices washing over your face.

Her eyes closely watched your expression as she stepped closer again and reached around your back to release the clasp of your bra. The feeling of her clothed chest pressed to your nearly naked one had your fingers twitching at your sides, dying to pull her even closer. But you remained still, allowing her to remove your bra and add it to the growing pile.

Her fingers trailed down your back and sides, nails lightly scratching along the sensitive flesh and sending a chill down your spine. She chuckled lowly at your visible reaction.

Janna, her deep, sultry laugh made your legs weak. The anticipation of what was to come did nothing to ease it either.

She slowly released each of the buttons on your pants. As she pulled them down your legs, she dropped to her knees before you. Her mouth was dreadfully close to your aching cunt, her hungry gaze locked on that exact point.

You had to reach out and grasp her shoulders as she helped you out of your shoes and pants, not trusting yourself to stand on your shaky legs. That was when you realized you weren’t wearing the same underwear you’d had on earlier that night.

Noticing your puzzled look, Sevika smirked up at you as she smoothed her hands up the sides of your legs towards your waist. “Got a little impatient earlier. Ripped ‘em off. Had to get you a new pair,” she explained.

Heat crawled up your neck and flooded your cheeks.

That definitely explained the bite marks on the inside of your thigh.

You said nothing. Just watched in anticipation as her fingers slid beneath the waistband of your underwear. For someone who claimed to be so impatient earlier, she sure as hell was enjoying torturing you by taking her damn sweet time now.

She deliberately pulled them down bit by bit, her attention flitting between your flustered expression and the apex of your thighs. But as she pulled them past your knees, something caught your eye. A fairly large red spot stained your clothing. At first, you assumed it was left over from the bite, but as she pulled them further away, you realized that was not at all what it was.

You gasped, eyes going wide and cheeks burning. “Sevika,” you gasped. You were met with red eyes, but they weren’t nearly as red as they had been seconds ago. They had become nothing more than a small ring of color, overtaken by her widened pupils. You swallowed. “Sevika, I- I’m…” you trailed off, your body aching at the feral look in her eyes.

“You think I didn’t know? Couldn’t smell it a mile away?” she asked, voice sinfully deep and laced with lust.

You gaped down at her in utter shock. Was she implying she was okay with it? Or, considering the way she looked downright starving, that she was well more than just okay with it?

She pressed a lingering kiss to your mound before rising to her feet.

You know stood entirely nude while she towered over you fully clothed. It felt intimidating. You were her powerless, vulnerable, helpless little prey. But as she scooped you up into her strong arms and against her chest, you gave yourself to her willingly.

She carried you over to the coffin, using the tip of her shoe to kick the lid open. After pressing a chaste kiss to your mouth, she carefully knelt down and set you inside. “Don’t go anywhere, sweetheart,” she said with a predatory smile, revealing those sharp fangs.

You smiled up at her bashfully.

When she walked away, you took in your surroundings. The coffin was surprisingly large. It was almost as if it was intended for two, even with Sevika’s larger-than-average build. Not only was it considerably wider than normal, it was also longer and deeper. To the point you couldn’t see Sevika as she headed towards the opposite end of the room. It was comfortably lined with soft white linen and padding. In all honesty it felt more comfortable than your own bed, if not a bit creepy and macabre. Though admittedly that only added to the excitement.

From across the room you could hear Sevika shuffling through a drawer. Curious as to what she was doing, you sat up and peered over in her direction. Her back was to you, but you could see she had removed her cloak and satchel. Then she pulled out a harness and strap-on from one of the drawers. You rubbed your slick thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache that was quickly growing stronger with every passing second.

Sevika turned, a smirk pulling at her lips when she caught you staring at the strap. “Eager?” she teased.

She had no idea just how much.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded as she strolled towards you. She stood beside the coffin, smirking down at you for a moment before stepping into the harness. You found yourself unable to look away from the thick, black faux cock as she deliberately ran her large hand up and down its length, spreading a generous amount of lube. It was incredibly erotic and did nothing to calm your desire. She wiped the excess off on the side of her pants, then kicked off her shoes.

When she moved to step inside, you lay back down, body nearly trembling with anticipation. With her feet planted on either side of yours, she intentionally lingered there to watch you squirm beneath her. She was fully clothed except for that tauntingly delicious stretch of her abs, waist, and hips. And Janna, she was so damn big and powerful. She towered over you, casting you in complete darkness under her shadow. The size of her faux cock was just as intimidating. Thick, dark, and long.

The desperation to feel her became too much. You peered up at her with pleading eyes. “Sevika, please.”

She chuckled softly. “Make room for me between those pretty legs.”

You opened your legs, cheeks burning hotter when she eyed the mess between them. “Are- are you sure about this?” you stammered as she dropped to her knees between the spread of yours.

Resting the palm of her augmented arm beside your head, she leaned over you with a lopsided grin. “Already forget what I am?” she asked with a raise of her brow.

Of course you understood her desire for blood, but this was a bit different. Wasn’t it?

“No. I just- I mean we’re going to make quite a mess,” you replied with an airy laugh.

Her human hand smoothed up the side of your leg before slipping beneath the knee to lift it higher and open you up more. “I’ll clean you up.”

Before you could reply, her mouth was pressed to yours. You reached up to thread your fingers through her dark, silky hair and pull her closer. You prodded at her lips for entrance. The moment she parted them, your tongue darted inside to run along her teeth. When you passed over one of her sharp fangs, you gasped. The way she smirked against your lips in response only served to make you all the more desperate for her.

Sevika slid her hand further up the side of your thigh, over the soft curves of your hip and waist, all the way up to your breast. She wrapped those delightfully large fingers around it, groping roughly while you moaned beneath her. Before she pulled away from the kiss, she sunk those sharp teeth into your bottom lip and tugged.

The metallic taste of blood hit your tongue. A soft whine fell past your lips, but not from the pain. From the way her tongue teased along the tiny marks. The way she growled hungrily. The way her hand squeezed your flesh as she tasted you.

“You’re so fucking addictive,” she growled.

You peered up at her through half-lidded eyes. She met your gaze with pupils blown wide. The ache between your thighs was damn near excruciating. Never had you needed something- someone - so bad. Nor had you ever felt needed by someone so bad.

“I’m going to have a hard time controlling myself with you,” she breathed, “but I want you to tell me if you need to stop any of this.”

You swallowed and nodded, heart swelling at the sweetness this woman could exude even when she looked like she wanted to eat you whole.

“Tell me,” she insisted, eyes narrowed.

“I’ll tell you to stop,” you answered breathlessly, but you were certain you wouldn’t want her to stop anything she did to you.

She dipped back down to lick across the inside of your bleeding lip one more time before releasing your breast to reach down and line the head of her strap up with your entrance.

You watched as her pupils widened again, her heated gaze focused between your legs. Gently, she pushed just the tip inside, and it was a damn battle not to tense your muscles in anticipation. Her hand moved to join the other on the opposite side of your head. Her attention darted between your strained expression and the sight of her cock pushing deeper and deeper inside you.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she murmured.

Those adoring words combined with the sensation of her slowly filling you had you mewling in bliss.

She only got about a quarter of the silicone cock inside you before pulling back out and easing back in again. She took her time working it in further and further, pushing in until you moaned, pulling back until you whined.

You weren’t sure if her pace was intended to drive you insane or to prevent any harm. Either way it was driving you insane. It felt so fucking good, yet it just wasn’t quite enough. One hand dug into the bedding beneath you, the other clung to her bicep.

“Sevika, please!” you begged.

“You’re taking my cock so good, sweetheart. Almost there,” she grunted as she gave one final push, sinking her cock all the way to the hilt.

You keened, overcome by the sensation of being filled to the brim. It was a perfect fit, as if made just for you. Janna, you weren’t gonna last long if it felt this good and she hadn’t even started going at it yet.

She gave you time to adjust while admiring how worked up you were already. The tiny beads of sweat forming along your brows. Your chest rising and falling with deep breaths. How your fingers clawed at her arm and the soft lining of the coffin. And your eyes, flitting between hers, silently pleading for more, and her plush lips as they curled into a haughty smile.

When you started to squirm beneath her, she finally took mercy on you. She dragged her cock out slowly before burying it all the way with one powerful snap of her hips.

You cried out, but Sevika was less accommodating this time around, giving you no time to recover before repeating the motion. Though the pace she set wasn’t brutal- at first-, each time she thrust inside you it was hard enough to rattle the coffin and quickly build up the pressure in the pit of your belly.

The moment she kicked up her rhythm, you lost all ability to hold back the sounds of pleasure fighting to break free. Moans, whines, and her name echoed off the walls of the room. You threw your head back against the padding of the coffin, mouth hung wide open and eyes rolling back.

Seeing your neck stretched out like that, Sevika took it as an open invitation. She leaned down onto the forearm of her metal arm while her flesh hand snuck between your bodies to play with your swollen clit. Her sharp teeth grazed along your neck, and you could feel her muscles tense as she fought the urge to sink her teeth in.

Every swipe of her finger across your clit in time with her cock slamming inside brought you closer to the edge. Your head swam with the pleasure, your body blazing despite your lack of clothing. Then she brought her mouth to your ear and you feared you might lose it right then and there to her intoxicatingly sexy voice.

“Ready?” she grunted as she thrusted inside you.

You bit your bottom lip and nodded, not trusting your voice.

Another thrust.

“You sure?” she asked as she lifted her head.

“Please Sevika. Make me yours,” you begged, damn near crying with need.

You tilted your head forward to meet her pupil-blown eyes just before she dipped her head down and sank her fangs into the swell of a breast.

Pain and pleasure hit you like a freight train. Every muscle and vein in your body felt as if it were coursing with fire. You sobbed her name as you shook beneath her. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through you as she continued to fuck you and have her fill of your blood. Her frantic grunts and growls barely audible over the wild beating of your heart.

Just when it seemed your climax would never come to an end, Sevika released your flesh from her mouth, pulling back to stare hungrily down at you. The vision of her above you blurred, your eyes brimming with tears from the overstimulation. Her thrusting and teasing across your clit had stopped at some point without your realization, yet the pleasure remained. Her hand moved to her blood-coated lips. She sank her fangs into her wrist, then brought it to your parted lips, allowing the blood to fill your mouth and drip down your throat.

The metallic taste coated your tongue. You swallowed blindly, putting all your trust in her. Your body thrummed, the effects of the conversion already taking over. It was as if the sensations you’d felt while she drained you were now running in reverse, a warmth spreading throughout your veins.

With the ritual complete, Sevika removed her wrist from your mouth. She loomed over you for a moment, her eyes raking over your dazed expression and the marks she’d left on your breast. Several trickles of blood trailed down the side and into your cleavage. She lowered her head, running her warm tongue across your breast and cleaning away the remnants of blood.

You moaned weakly. You felt light-headed, dizzy, almost drunk on your post-orgasmic bliss and the aftereffects of the conversion. If you had needed to move for any reason, there was no possibility you could on your own. Every limb felt weak, a constant ache pulsating throughout them. You were spent.

Apparently, though, Sevika was not done with you yet. She slowly slid her cock out, pulling a disappointed and overstimulated groan from you as she did. She slipped off the strap-on and tossed it aside without care for the mess it made.

Though you couldn’t see it, you were certain the lining of the coffin beneath you had to be stained. Surely Sevika’s pants must have suffered the same fate. You could feel the wetness coating the insides of your thighs. Not only did Sevika not seem to care, she openly welcomed it.

She easily maneuvered your listless body further up the coffin, leaving her more space to move down between your legs. Metal and flesh hands slipped beneath your knees and pushed them up to spread you open for her.

If you’d been in your right mind, you’d have been more than a little embarrassed and flustered knowing the state of ruin you presented her. But when she lowered herself, settling between your thighs, you had a brief moment of clarity.

She’s not really going to…

“Sevika,” you said breathlessly. You tried to lift your head to peer down at her, but failed, simply too weak.

She said nothing, growling as she licked a thick stripe up the inside of one of your thighs.

You shuddered, overly sensitive to her touch. Another swipe of her tongue and you were mewling with shaky breaths.

She lapped at both of your thighs, cleaning every last drop of blood and release.

You attempted to close your legs when you felt her hot mouth press against your entrance, but her fingers pressed tight against the flesh of your thighs, forcing you to remain wide open. A pathetic whimper was all you could manage as she started lapping at your sensitive cunt.

Your head flooded with thoughts of how filthy and crude the action was. How depraved you must be to allow her to do such a thing. But Janna, her mouth felt so damn good. And the sounds she made- deep, animalistic growls, grunts, and groans- made your body ache more. It took no time at all for her to have you nearing your peak once again.

You came with a pathetic cry, your body shuddering as you rode that heavenly high. It didn’t end there though.

Sevika continued to lap at your weeping cunt like she was starved, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your ravaged body.

With no end in sight, all you could manage to think through the daze of your bliss was how Sevika was just so utterly and irrevocably–

Insatiable.

[siberat]

Dinner Date

part 5

Oddly enough, the exotic dish tasted much better than expected. It was tangy and sweet, and the sauce added a hint of saltiness. True, the raw fish center had a distinct texture, but its creamy feeling on his glossa was enjoyable.

Even better was the look adorned on Wi.ng’s face. His cheeks pinkened slightly, and those full lips gently licked by the tip of a tongue. His optics displayed hints of hidden desire.

“H-How’d you like it?”

“It’s not bad,” Bra.wl nodded. “Rather good, actually.”

“Would you like another?” The jet smiled intently.

“Ah, I don’t want to demolish your dinner, especially when I have a heaping plate of my own.”

“I have plenty to share.” Some sashimi was selected. “Feeling bold enough to try just the raw fish?”

The green tank shrugged. “Sure.”

“Now, this is a bit stronger in taste.”

“Bring it on!” His servos clasped at his belly and gave the protruding mass a jiggle. “I think I can handle it.”

“Atta boy,” Wi.ng grinned, eagerly placing the light pink fish into the opened mouth, then watched, enjoying the look of bliss on the Combat.icon’s face- and a servo gently rubbed the belly. “I’ll take that as you like.”

“Ah yeah,” Bra.wl licked his chops. “Never thought I would enjoy such… different foods.”

“Well, I can certainly introduce you to several more palates in the future if you wish.” The chopsticks were neatly placed on the edge of the sushi plate, and the fork and spoon were snagged. The jet helped himself to twirl some of the spaghetti.

“Go ahead, have a taste if you wish.” Bra.wl offered up, but that bite only traveled towards his mouth.

“Thank you kindly for the offer, but this is all for you, big boy.”

The pasta tasted just as good as the first bite. The warm noodles glazed in oil delighted his taste receptors, and swallowing the mouthful filled his stomach with happiness. Another round of noodles awaited to be consumed.

“Go on…” Wi.ng cooed, hinting a smile between gently nibbling his lip.

Okay, he could understand feeding tastes of food, but was the entire meal going to be fed like this? Even as he chewed, that fork spun, collecting another oil-slicken noodle comb. And the look on the other’s face revealed pure enjoyment.

His whole face relaxed, his optics wide in adoration, his lips turned upwards in a pleased smile. The fork, now full, held up, awaiting its turn. However, as soon as their optics met, those checks flushed again, and the jet shyly averted his gaze.

“You alright?” Bra.wl winced, working to chew and swallow his mouthful before continuing to speak. “Pardon me. But you doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, sweet spark.” The fork was held up. “Open up.”

“Wait…” The tank moved his helm, dodging the feeding fork. “What’s going on here?”

“I’m making sure you thoroughly enjoy your meal.” The jet hinted at a smile but looked rather bashful.

“So, you plan on spoon-feeding me this entire dish?” Never did someone have such a desire to feed him. But his date seemed so content and casual about the action as if this was a regular occurrence. “Bite after bite?”

“Well, I can’t feed you the entire dish at once, silly,” A wide grin appeared as shoulders shrugged. “I guess you never have been pampered, have you Brawl?”

“Not like this….” Bra.wl thought, then hefted a sigh. “Not really at all, truthfully.”

“Well, sit right back and relax. Allow me the privilege of doting on you. Unless…” The flier bit his lip. “You wish me to stop.”

Did he? Was it really that bad to be fed forkful after forkful of these delicious noodles? He enjoyed the pasta, he enjoyed the company, and he enjoyed the attention. What harm would allowing this intimate act to continue?

Plus, it seemed Wi.ng really enjoyed it.

Without further thought, Bra.wl patted his round belly. “Fill me up.” He opened wide.

And the blissful look on his dinner date’s face was well worth it. Wi.ng’s optics slitted to half-moons as the sweetest and widest grin appeared, the fork resuming its path to the mouth.  “There’s a good mech. Now, let’s get back to enjoying this meal, shall we?”

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[bbyquokka]

thighs

SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

warning: gender-neutral reader, established relationship, suggestive content, marking (love bites) words: 0.4k ~ (418)

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thinking about marking jisung's soft thighs. nothing but the material of his olive green underwear being a frustrating barrier between you both, stopping jisung from truly feeling your warm and soft skin against his. the waistband sitting low on his body, v lines showing and a small happy trail from his belly button disappearing under the band.

his soft skin flush pink and full of goosebumps as you'd trail your fingertips along his inner thigh, lightly teasing and scratching his skin that leaves faint red marks. his toes curling at the sensation, a tent slowly forming in his underwear.

starting from his knees, you'd ghost your finger up his legs, getting dangerously close to the area he wants you to touch the most. he'd watch your fingers disappearing in his underwear, the tips lightly grazing along his pubic area which would cause his breath to hitch in his throat and heat to rise to his round cheeks.

he'd grow impatient, wanting nothing more than to feel you. he gets that wish after what feels like an eternity of waiting. he would watch you lean down, hair tickling his skin as your soft lips press against the skin of his inner thigh. he'd subconsciously open his legs wider, hand trailing down his chest and stomach to tangle his fingers in your hair. 

your eyes would flutter close. his teeth nibbling the skin of his plump bottom lip. soft kisses would be peppered on his skin, your tongue slowly licking and gliding along his hot skin. his body would be burning with desire and need, his cock twitching evidently in his underwear.

waves of pleasure would gather in the pit of his stomach before spreading to the tips of his fingers and toes. your teeth sinking into his skin, lips pressed firmly as you suckle and bite. you'd decorate his skin in multiple bruises of various shapes and sizes, repeating on the other leg, occasionally switching to even out the pain and pleasure.

by now, jisung would be a whimper mess. face flush, body slick with sweat, hair sticking to his forehead and lips chewed and swollen. he's hungry with need and wants you to hurry so he can devour you all night but he waits. he can see how much fun you'd be having with his thighs, how happy you'd look when a new bruise joins with the rest of them. 

you're only marking what belongs to you and jisung would a thousand percent do the same to you.

note: hello. it is i, your fellow delulu jisung SIMP back at it again. blame this for this mess. i havent stopped thinking about him and his thighs since i came across this pic and all i want to do is mark his skin so so so so so so so so bad. its a need at this point. its been imbedded into my brain and tattooed on my skin. i live breathe and sob at this pic and at him, lmao. am i delulu? yes, yes i am. anyways – don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

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