#I feel like I don’t belong anywhere and it fucking sucks so fucking much

[exopelagic]

A list of things I’m frustrated by:

[simjaexy]

Hi lovie ! I absolutely love the way you write & am wondering if you could write a sunoo smut ? (i’m a whore for that man) where he’s extremely dominant ? i don’t mind what kind it is there just isn’t enough sunoo smut in this world 😭😭 thank you :3 ♡

Pairing ⇀ Jealous Bf! Kim Sunoo x Gf! Reader

Synopsis ⇀ Sunoo gets jealous easily so he shows you who you belong to.

Genre ⇀ Pure Smut

Warnings ⇀ Cursing, Jealousy, Name calling (whore), Rough sex, Mean dom! Sunoo x Sub! Reader, Multiple orgasms, Crying, Overstimulation, Fucking to sleep

W/c ⇀ 904

A/n ⇀ Hi @cherubunie ! I tried my best on making somewhat of a short drabble! I’m sorry if this isn’t exactly what you wanted but I’m hoping it is ><! I hope you enjoy! Reblog, Like, Comment, etc.. Not proofread.

You should’ve known that Sunoo got jealous easily whenever you step foot anywhere near a man. It’s not like you planned everything out to be next to one of your ex’s at a party.

You and Sunoo were at a get together party and coincidentally your ex was there too. Sunoo said he was gonna use the restroom to which you said you’d wait for him, and that’s when your ex showed up.

You didn’t wanna chat with him, but he wasn’t letting it down. So, you casually gave out short answers to him while silently begging for Sunoo to come back faster.

Once Sunoo came back he saw you with a random guy and gave you a puzzled expression. Wait, no, that wasn’t just some random guy, that was your ex.

Sunoo's heart sank when he saw you replying back to him. He felt a pang of jealousy but tried to shake it off. After all, he trusted you. But as he approached the table, the feeling only grew stronger.

"Hey baby, ready to go?" Sunoo said, trying to keep his tone light and casual.

You looked up, relief washing over you when you saw Sunoo, but it came back immediately when you saw his expression. It wasn’t the kind he’d give out to your friends or family, instead it looked like he wanted to kill someone.

"S-Sunoo, is everything okay?" you asked, your voice filled with concern.

That’s when you knew you fucked up with that question when he looked at you. He didn’t waste a second by grabbing your wrist and forcing you to go with him, your ex being left surprised and confused.

So that’s where you end up now, the sound of skin slapping and moans were heard from all over the room. Sunoo pinning you down while snapping his hips against your flesh ass. Your moans high pitched and wobbly. Tears filled your eyes at his ruthless pace.

You didn’t know how long you guys been at it. You felt like it’s already morning but you could be wrong. You’ve never knew Sunoo was like this in bed. You guys had sex multiple times, but never like this. Sunoo groaned feeling you clench around his dick. You just never learn do you?

You kept saying you weren’t trying to make him jealous, so then why the fuck were you talking to your ex?

You let out a squeal when he suddenly slapped your ass, “You’re just a fucking whore aren’t you?” Sunoo snapped. You tried shaking your head if it weren’t for his hand holding it down.

He showed no mercy on your pussy no matter how much you begged him to slow down.

“M’not ah-a w-whore! sunoo please!-“ “Shut the fuck up whore.” He cut you off.

You felt another orgasm coming, “S-Sunoo cumming!” You cried. He didn’t stop when he felt your pussy pulsating around him, how it squeezed around his neglected dick.

Your eyes rolled back feeling him fuck you through your orgasm. He let go of your head and switched you into a missionary position. Sunoo loved seeing your face when you’re being fucked by him. Something about the tears in your eyes or the saliva dripping out your mouth.

Your makeup that was once done clean and well now ruin with mascara on your cheeks. Your lipstick messy and out of place. To you, you’ve probably would’ve been embarrassed, but to Sunoo you looked like a goddess that was made to be fucked.

You mewled when Sunoo licked your neck and sucked on it, his thrusting never stopping. He raised your left leg over his shoulder with your other one flat and grind in your pussy.

Your eyes rolled back feeling the pressure on your clit, “O-Oh my god Sunoo!”

Sunoo smirked, “Your enjoying this a little too much don’t you think? Maybe I should make this more entertaining for you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed and before you could say anything, Sunoo shoved two of his fingers deep in your mouth making you let out a gag at the sudden deepness.

Sunoo chuckled at your reaction. You really do let him do whatever he wants with you. You moan and sucked around his fingers imagining it was his dick.

Sunoo could tell you were thinking of it as something else, “Imagining it’s my dick? Hm?” He teased. You tried nodding your head, but couldn’t with his fingers still stuffed in your mouth.

You felt another orgasm coming and felt your breathing getting heavier. You tried to tell him, but Sunoo seemed to not care at all what you wanna say.

“How about we cum together pretty?” Sunoo spoke. He took his fingers out of your mouth making you nod your head frantically.

“P-Please cum inside Sunoo! M’please.” You sniffled.

Sunoo cooed and kissed your forehead, “Whatever my pretty girl wants.”

He gave out three more thrust before you guys came. Your legs shaking while Sunoo continued grinding down in your pussy. You threw your head back slowly, feeling Sunoo cum filling you to the brim. You suddenly felt your eyes go heavy after you felt satisfied with his cum, and just like that you fell asleep.

Sunoo smiled down on you as if he didn’t fuck you to sleep. He pushed your hair back and pecked your nose.

“Goodnight baby.” He whispered. He wrapped his arms around you, and soon he fell asleep too.

[buckyalpine]

Missing

This is so dumb. Imma post it anyway. This is more of a pure ridiculousness and fluff fever dream with grumpy mob Bucky and sunshine reader, was in the mood for a lil sassy Bucky. 

A silly part 2 

“WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE”

Bucky’s men swallowed thickly, staring lowly at their feet while he glared at them, their silence angering him more. How could they let this happen. 

“So none of you. NONE OF YOU thought to keep an eye on her to make sure nothing happened to her?!”

Silence.

“I SPECIFICALLY TOLD YOU TO TAKE CARE OF HER WHILE I WAS GONE”

Sam and Steve shook their heads a the group, they should have known better than to be so careless, this wouldn’t have happened under their watch. 

“Fucking hell, I leave you idiots in charge for 5 days, 5 FUCKING DAYS, and that was some how too much?!” 

Bucky sucked in a breath, storming to his office, deciding he could tell them off later. Right now, he had bigger problems and the longer he waited, the harder it would be to get her back. His baby. His sweet heart. His angel. His everything. Steve and Sam followed, ready to search the entirety of New York all day and night if they had to. 

“Buck, what do you plan on doing, she could be anywhere, we can send the team to look-

“I’m not sending those idiots” Bucky rubbed his temples before pulling up his laptop. The scowl from his face dropped when he saw the little blinking red dot on the screen. “Thank fuck, her tracking device is still working” 

“You put a tracking device on her?” Sam gawked, before snorting and shaking his head. Of course the mobster did, how could he expect any less. 

“Well, now you see why I did”  Bucky shrugged, turning the laptop for the other two men to see. The coordinates weren’t near them but it didn’t matter. “I don’t get how the fuck she ended up there, but we have to go now, lets go” 

Bucky couldn’t help the tick of his jaw, the twitch of his fingers as they drove down the streets to get to her. He narrowed his eyes as they neared the location, he didn’t care what or who he’d have to face, he would get her back if it meant he had to burn the cutesy little house to the ground. 

The three men hopped out of the black SUV, guns and knives in check, taking long strides to the little porch of the house and straight to the door. Bucky wasted no time, his fist flying to the door. As soon as it opened, he stared down at you, his jaw clenched, chest heaving. 

“Where is she” 

5 Days ago 

You yelped feeling a warm soft ball of fur brush by your legs as you restocked some flowers your stall. You looked down to see a pair of bright blue eyes looking up at you, a sweet little white kitten slinking around your ankles. 

“Oh hello” You giggled, as the feline purred, rubbing herself and nuzzling into your leg, lifting her paws up so you could carry her. You smiled, cradling her in your arms; her perfect silky soft fur and gold jeweled collar indicated she was definitely not a stray. 

“Who do you belong to princess” You carefully looked at her collar, only to find her name on it without an address. “Hmm Alpine. What will I do with you sweetie?” You cooed while she nudged her face into your neck, her paws kneading into your skin. 

“I suppose you can stay with me and we can put some posters up for your owners to come find you?” 

“Meow”

You giggled, deciding to close the stall early for the afternoon, making your way down to the pet store to grab a few tins of food and other supplies for your new guest, unsure of how long she’d be with you (though you secretly hoped her owners wouldn’t come for her too soon). 

“Hmm little princess like you, how about this soft cat bed?” 

Halfway through your shopping trip, you forgot Alpine wasn’t actually yours, filling the cart with treats, toys, a bed and a number of other things you certainly didn’t need. You couldn't help it though, cooing at the little ball of fluff that contently curled up in your arms as you walked up and down the aisles. 

Of course.

She loved all her toys. And ate all her food. And was the most polite little house guest. Her daddy taught her proper manners. 

Except.

She never used the bed. 

No. 

In the middle of the night you felt 4 tiny paws climb over your side, nuzzling itself into the crook of your neck, her purring as loud as a motor boat. You sighed to yourself, snuggling Alpine in your arms, wondering how much time you’d get to spend with the fur baby. 

Present

You jumped, hearing loud banging at your door; dropping your rolling pin on the counter. You ran to the door, blinking up at the 3 huge men at your doorway with wide eyes, all of them staring down at you, the one in the middle looked like he was going to just walk right in. 

“Where is she”

“Who- 

 You blinked again in confusion before connecting the dots; the chain around Bucky’s wrist was very similar to the one Alpine wore as a collar. You bit back a giggle, looking at the large man in front of you. His rings, dark suit and the gun poking from his waist band was a stark contrast to the little ball of fluff you had housed for five days. 

“Oh! You’re here for Alpine?” 

You stepped aside, letting all three men into your home. Bucky paused for a moment after he actually look in his surroundings. Your home reminded him of a cute doll house; a small porch with a swing. The outside painted a soft yellow. Flowers were all around your garden. The inside of your house smelled like cinnamon and vanilla with pictures of family decorating the walls. It was adorable. 

“Come with me, I’m sure she’s still where I left her” 

You led the mob boss down the hall to the living room and Bucky’s heart was beating a little faster than usual. You were in a dotted dress, an apron still around your waist. Your hair was still a little tousled from your time in the kitchen; smearing's of flour streaks your nose and cheeks.

You looked like a doll.

The most adorable- No. Focus. 

Sam and Steve glanced at each other, smirking, watching Bucky give you heart eyes as he trailed behind you, the two whispering while you both disappeared into the living room. 

“Bet you 50, Alpine gets a spot at the altar” 

“The altar?”

“When they get married” Sam shrugged, while Steve snorted. 

“Alpine, look whose here” You smiled softly, while Bucky’s heart leapt seeing his little princess curled up in one of your sweaters, her paws batting at the strings of your hoodie. She perked up, scampering off the couch and into Bucky’s arms, purring and burying herself into his chest.

“Hey sweet girl” Bucky whispered, kissing the top of her head. “You went on an adventure, huh?” He scratched her behind the ears, giving her all the kisses she had missed out on for days. “Daddy missed you baby”

Your heart melted, looking at how Alpine nearly disappeared in Bucky’s large arms and the way he was so soft for his little fur baby. His eyes were glazed over, cooing and kissing her. It was also then that you realized he was incredibly handsome. Blue eyes like Alpine, tan skin, stubble covering his cheeks, pink lips. Beautiful.

“How did you know she was here?” You hesitantly took a step closer to stroke the top of her head. Bucky smiled at the way Alpine responded to you as she leaned into your touch, on cloud nine now that she had a possible mommy to play with-

“Oh” Bucky blushed again, realizing he had essentially just barged into your home without warning, not actually telling you who he was, or what he was even there for. “Her collar; it has a tracker” 

“I-I um- brought some stuff for her, you-you can take it with you if you like?” You quickly stepped away to grab the box of the things you had bought for her and Bucky’s heart leapt again at your sweetness. “She didn’t use her bed, only slept with me” 

“Yeah, her daddy would’ve probably done the same if you found him instead- ow” Sam whispered before he yelped when Steve flicked his hear, trying to contain his laugh. 

Bucky thanked you, not trusting himself to speak each time you looked at him with your sweet eyes. He wanted to give you something to taking such good care of his baby but of course you refused and he only fell for you more. Alpine mewed, looking back longingly as the SUVs pulled out of the driveway before lookin at her dad right in the eye. Why were you not coming with them?

*****

“Alp?”

Bucky set down the book he was reading, as Alpine slinked out of bed, making her way over to the  box of stuff you had bought for her. She dragged a sweater of yours that had fallen into the box, pulling it up onto the bed and kneading it before making her self comfortable, burying her face in, purring loudly. Bucky snorted, wrapping her up in the sweater and cradling her, clearly he wasn’t the only one that had spent all day thinking about you. 

“You like her huh?” Bucky looked down at the sassy thing in his arm; the slow blink she gave him was all he needed to know. “You want her to be your mommy?” Bucky blinked to himself, shaking his head. What was he doing, taking relationship advice from his cat. “I’m getting a head of myself”

“Yeah, starting with the fact that you’re talking to a cat. Now go ask her out” 

Bucky growled, rolling his eyes, hearing Sam’s muffled cackle through his closed door. Sam wasn’t wrong though. 

He had to ask you out. 

*****

“Make it 100. 100 bucks Alpine is at the wedding”

“Add another 5, she’ll officiate the wedding” 

“You think he’ll want Alp on our side with the groomsmen or with her”

“There won’t be any groomsmen left alive if you all don’t shut the fuck up” 

*Whispers*

“Alp will be with the groomsmen”

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[abditorial]

GIRL YOU REALLY

GOT A HOLD ON ME…

Going down on JJK men ♥︎!

FT. Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami, and Choso.

X GN!READER

WARNINGS : 18+, usage of “good girl” (Gojo), degradation (Geto, Sukuna), reader has a pussy (Nanami), 69’ing (Nanami), usage of “princess” (Toji), panties and panty sniffing mentions (Toji), in subby Choso we thrust, overstimulation (Choso)

SATORU GOJO ✧

Gojo tries to pretend like he’s into degrading you. And trust me, he’s tried calling you names and being rough with you because it just sounded so sexy but he just can’t with the way you seem to lose it every time he throws a sweet praise your way, the way you let out a soft whine and squirm around whenever he tells you how good you’re making him feel or how proud he is that you’re sucking him off so well.

“Shit,” Gojo’s head falls back against the couch cushion, a groan slipping out past his lips as his pretty little lover hollows their cheeks out around his perfect cock. He shivers and his hands clench into fists from where they’re sitting behind the back of the couch, fingernails digging into his palms and his knuckles turning white while he gives a breathy moan-like laugh. “Taking me so good…”

You drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, lips wrapping around the tip to suck on it like a personal lollipop. All of a sudden his hand is gripping the back of your head, letting out a long, drawn out groan while his cock twitches. “Gonna cum, ‘kay? Want you to swallow it all…” He has to keep his hips from bucking up, from face fucking you like an animal because it feels so damn good. He keeps his cool, though not without a few desperate whines before cumming in that pretty mouth. He watches with that condescending smirk as your swallow it all with a bit of struggling.

“Good girl.” Definitely not the end, though. You deserve a reward for treating him so well, right?

SUGURU GETO ✧

Much like his best friend, Geto tends to lean towards praising his partner. BUT the occasional degrading name never hurts, typically when he’s about to cum and he says it in that breathy, high pitched tone because his mind is all foggy and he can’t think straight while you’re basically sucking his soul out. I also think he’d like it a bit rough, though. Leave a few marks on his dick to remind him who he belongs to! He will probably cum on the spot.

“Come on, take it like the slut you are…” Suguru grunts, hand gripping onto your hair as he shoves his cock further down your throat. His mouth is agape with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, chest heaving as he gasps for air with every bob of your head. He’s clenching his jaw, adam’s apple bobbing and his thighs shaking. Your hands have to push them further apart and your eyes close, inhaling through your nose before letting him sink further into your mouth, nearly gagging you. “Just like that.”

His encouragement is appreciated, willing you to keep going along that route despite the fact you were centimeters away from choking. Listening to him moaning and groaning was absolutely worth it though. Gasping for air, you pull your lips off of him with a ‘pop’, tilting your head to the side and leaning down. You can hear Suguru’s breath hitch in his throat while you latch onto the side of his dick like a suction cup, pulling away shortly after to watch a purplish blue mark form.

“Shit-!” Suguru curses under his breath before cumming, the fluid dripping down his still-twitching cock.

RYOMEN SUKUNA ✧

Any day, anytime, anywhere. Sukuna loves when you suck him off no matter the circumstances. Post argument? Give him some head and he’ll forgive you, maybe even apologize himself. On a date? Drag him into the bathroom and treat him well. Just because you feel like it? Why not? He’s not gonna stop you. Sukuna probably wouldn’t care if the whole world was watching, as long as you’re up for the job he’ll let you. Don’t think that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna call you the most vile names, though. Don’t worry, you’re practically guaranteed to be rewarded. Whether that reward is him plowing into you or massaging your clit with his tongue. Maybe even both if he’s in a good mood.

‘How did I get here?’ was a question often asked as someone in a relationship with Ryomen Sukuna, because everything about this man is a surprise. You had gotten so used to this routine that it actually didn’t seem that foreign anymore; Falling to your knees in a restaurant bathroom, stroking the base of his cock with two hands while your tongue swirls around the tip, making sure to pay good attention to the only real sensitive part of his body so you could watch him try to uphold that dominant front. He’d never be submissive, but every now and then you’ll see his stomach muscles flex and he’ll let you hear an abnormal groan.

“I know you can take it deeper, don’t hold out on me now.” Sukuna’s grabbing the back of your head and pistoning his hips forward until he hears you choke. As much as he enjoys that sound, Sukuna knows taking it too far might lose him the opportunity to cum in your pretty mouth so he does hold himself back. So he settles for the occasional gag, looking down at you while you stare back up at him through your eyelashes, manicured hands pumping the base of his cock you couldn’t reach with your lips. “Must have bruises on your knees with how often you’re down on them for me. Fuckin’ whore…” He yanks your head back, grunting at you through clenched teeth. “Open up.” When you do, he pumps his length until he’s shooting his cum into your open mouth. The sight of his fluids dripping down your chin onto your pretty floral dress has him smirking, cock still hard.

“Get up and bend your pretty little ass over.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✧

Toji is thick and girthy, meaning it’s impossible for his whole cock to fit in your mouth, even if you’re already gagging on it. No matter, he loves nothing more than seeing your much smaller hands pump his cock because damn does he like knowing he’s big- and I mean big. He’s a real grunted too, not the type of guy to moan or whine and whimper. Don’t get me wrong, he’s fairly loud. The noise just tends to come out as husky whispers and grunts as he face fucks you. Toji loves when you go down on him. I mean… It’s free pleasure.

“Look at you.” Toji mutters in that husky voice and you can practically hear his smirk. He’s sitting on your sofa, legs spread with his arms resting on the back while you’re in between his legs, lips wrapped around his cock and your hands circling the base. It’s such a pretty sight watching you try to take in his entire length, tears brimming in your eyes as the tip hits the back of your throat. “Sucking me so good. Must be thirsty for my cum, huh Princess?”

You can only nod, opening your eyes to briefly glance up at that egotistical expression on his handsome face that has your clenching your thighs together. You can feel your panties getting wet, thoughts filled with the image of Toji digging through your laundry and stroking himself while he stuffs his nose into the soaked garment. Your tongue caresses the underside of his cock while you drag it upwards to the tip.

“Fuck, princess… Take your shirt off, wanna cum on your pretty chest.”

NANAMI KENTO ✧

Nanami rarely lets you just go down on him. It’s usually used as a form of relaxation when he’s had a long day at work, which is… Pretty much every day, but the catch is he really prefers to be pleasuring you. It took awhile to figure it out, but eventually you guys came to the conclusion that if you just went down on each other simultaneously your problems would be solved, and now that’s the only way he likes it. Your pussy practically sitting on his face while you take such good care of his dick.

Your chest is heaving as your pant, soft lips encasing your husband’s cock but it’s almost impossible to keep going when his tongue is delving into your little hole and exploring you for all that you’re worth. His hands are gripping your ass tight, probably with enough pressure to leave a mark, making sure you stay spread out enough for him to keep feasting on you like you’re his last meal. Your legs are on either side of his head as you are just millimeters away from sitting on his face, your chest pressed up to his lower stomach with his cock shoved so far in your mouth.

Nanami just groans into your warm pussy, enjoying the taste of your folds and how he can feel your walls clenching around nothing but the tip of his tongue not nearly reaching inside you far enough. One hand drags away from your ass after giving it one light spank, causing you to whimper, and he teases your pretty folds with his fingers until you’re wet enough with both your own slick and his saliva to shove two digits in, curling them to hit all the right spots. His tongue moves to your clit, lavishing it with his attention which has your thighs now shaking. You continue to suck him off, cheeks hollow around his length while you bob your head up and down. You can feel him twitching, every now and then his hips buck, but Nanami refuses to cum until you reach your own climax.

It’s only seconds after that he’s shooting his seed into your mouth, groaning and gasping for air when his lips finally pull away from your sore cunt. “You always taste so good, dear.”

CHOSO KAMO ✧

Oh my god this man turns into such a fucking whore when you’re sucking him, I mean he’s gripping the sheets and trying to hold back whimpers by biting his lips but failing miserably. Dare I say… Arching his back. He hates the idea of coming off as submissive because he wants to seem cool and daring to his partner (what he doesn’t know is it’s such a turn on) so he tries to hide his pretty noises :(

“H-Holy shit, wait, I- Ngh!” Choso’s head tilts back as far as it can against the mattress, his once pulled back hair now spread out and soaked in his sweat because you’ve been making him cum for what was probably hours… Or at least it felt like it. His back is arched up, hands grabbing at anything they can because if he doesn’t divert the sensation elsewhere he’s going to explode. He’s nearly crying and choking on his own tears, cock throbbing and aching from how much he’s came but he still wants more.

“Cumming- I’m cumming, sh-shit… Guhhgh, fuck-!” Every noise that emits from him is so desperate. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, eyes scrunched shut as that feeling builds up in both his chest and stomach again. You just keep going, your mouth and tongue making all the right movements to send him over the edge, pulling away only to let his fluids spill out onto the sheets and his chest instead of in your mouth. Choso leta out the most submissive cry as his back arches even further, sheets ripped off from the corners of the bed from all his pulling.

When he cums for the last time and you finally pull away, he lays there for what seems like an eternity, only able to utter a small, “Oh my god.”

Can you tell I had a lot of fun writing these? 🤭 I kind of went crazy with Choso’s, but I just couldn’t get the image of him being into overstimulation out of my head like HELLO?!

Anyway! Requests are open for now, if you would like to see this done with other characters don’t hesitate to ask!

Some boundaries can be found here.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

I know this is random coming from me but corrupted kisaki nsfw hcs specifically this timeskip kisaki

NSFW HC's // Timeskip Kisaki

Minors DNI under the cut, please.

WC ::: Less than 950

Also ::: Thank you, Kat, for dropping this in my box! Ilysm!

Sorta proofed. Sorry for any oopsies.

✢ Kisaki is a busy man. He makes sure of it. He once heard somewhere that idle hands are the devil's playthings. But he's come to know the truth is quite the opposite. His hands, specifically, are the devil's playthings. And you? Well, you are Kisaki's plaything.

✢ He's taken to keeping you close by his side whenever he can. In his office, in his home, and anywhere in between. He's always one step ahead, knowing just where you'll be, what you'll be doing, and how to take advantage of the situation.

✢ He loves to watch you work. Your hands are delicate, graceful, and efficient. It's a shame that he feels the need to tie them up every night and he has to remind you just who you belong to.

✢ Kisaki keeps you on a tight leash, making sure to keep you under his watchful eye. He's trained you to be so obedient, and it pleases him to no end.

✢ You don't fight him anymore. You've learned your lesson. When he tells you to bend over his desk and stay still, you do. When he ties you up and spreads you open for his viewing pleasure, you stay put. You know your place. You know exactly what he wants from you, and you're more than happy to give it to him.

✢ Kisaki loves to use toys on you. He's got a whole collection, and he loves to see your reactions to each and every one of them. He's always looking for new things to try out, and he's very generous with letting you try them out first. To see which one(s) you like the most, or which ones just don't hit any nerve whatsoever.

✢ Kisaki loves to play with your mouth. He loves to watch you suck him off, to feel your tongue work its magic on his cock. And when you're on your knees in front of him, he loves to pull your hair and shove his cock down your throat. It makes him feel powerful and in control.

✢ Kisaki loves to make you cum. If he's feeling generous, he'll let you cum first. But more often than not, he gets to blow his load before you're even close. He loves to see you frustrated and desperate for release. It just turns him on even more.

✢ Kisaki loves to fuck you hard. He loves to bend you over and pound into you from behind. He leans over you and reaches up under to grab your tits. Massaging the soft, squishy flesh - for his pleasure. It's just an added bonus if you happen to enjoy it too.

✢ Kisaki loves to play with your pussy. He loves to explore every inch of your folds, every crevice and curve. He loves to taste you, to smell you, to feel your slick juices on his fingers. It embarrasses the fuck out of you when he stuffs his face in your cunt and takes a deep breath in through his nose and moans right back into it. You've learned to not speak up about it though. He doesn't like you talking bad about yourself. “Cunts smell, darling. And I love how yours smells. Don’t let me hear you say this again.”

✢ Kisaki loves to take his time with you. He loves to take you slow, to tease you until you're begging for more. He loves to make you wait, to leave you wanting more. And when he finally lets you cum, it's like heaven and hell all at the same time. It's intense and overwhelming, and you love every second of it.

✢ Kisaki loves to cum on you. He loves to mark you as his, to claim you as his own. He loves to see his cum drip down your face, or splatter onto your tits, or just down your throat. He loves to see his cum all over your body, to see his essence seep into your skin and to know that you belong to him.

✢ Kisaki loves to fuck you in his car. Mind you, there's no divider that can be put up. And he doesn't ask the driver to get out 1/2 of the time. So you're basically riding him through town on the way to his next meeting. It's incredibly risky, and the thrill of getting caught is just too much to resist. Although, he did slap you across the face that one time - the first time ever - you squirted all over his suit. He apologized immediately and profusely. But now you’re afraid to completely let yourself go when you’re in the car with him. 

✢ Kisaki loves to fuck you in his office. He loves the idea of someone walking in on the two of you. And if someone were to walk in on the two of you, he'd just keep fucking you, and make sure you scream his name so they know who you belong to.

✢ Kisaki loves to fuck you in the bathtub. He loves the idea of having you so vulnerable, so exposed. Knowing that you're completely at his mercy. He loves to see you naked and wet, and to feel your soft skin against his own. He likes how wet you feel between your thighs - the mix of the bath water and your pussy juices makes him almost lose his mind. 

✢ Kisaki loves you in the only way Kisaki knows how to. He’s told you many, many times that you can take it or leave it. But “Good luck finding someone who will put up with your whining.”

And you’re like, “What whining????”

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"Patrick Hockstetter NSFW Alphabet"

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Kind of self explanatory, I had fun writing this one like the other! Here's the SWF one too, "Patrick Hockstetter SFW Alphabet"

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A= After Care (What they’re like after sex)

Patrick will not comfort you in any way, shape, or form. The best you’ll probably get is a smack to the thigh and half a glass of water if you beg nicely enough. He might clean any blood cum off of you, but it depends on his mood. If he’s somewhat happy, he’ll clean you up, but if he isn’t? He’s exiting your room through the window and leaving you on your own to sort your shit out.

B= Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

I feel like Patrick is more of a boob guy than an ass guy. It doesn’t matter how big they are, though he’d probably prefer bigger ones, he’s still gonna mark them up and bruise them. He always wants to see them, and if you’re wearing a white shirt, he’s spilling some kind of drink on you to make it see through. His favorite body part of himself is definitely his dick, there’s no questioning it.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum)

He’s a very messy guy. He’ll unload on your chest, your face, your thighs. Anywhere he can he will. He’ll put on a condom and cum inside you sometimes, but he doesn’t want to risk you getting pregnant. He’d find a way to kill it anyway, but he doesn’t want to use all of that effort if he can just prevent it.

D= Dirty Secret (Self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Patrick doesn’t really have any secrets, but when he’s bored and you’re taking a shower or not in your room, he is grabbing your pillow and zipping down his jeans. He won’t tell you, but you’ll figure it out eventually when you keep finding odd stains on the underside of your pillow,

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He definitely started having sex with girls when he was like, in the early years of middle school. You’re not his first time, and it’s very obvious with how much he knows his way around your body.

F= Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Anywhere he can see your face. He wants to see how fucked out you are, and he wants to see your face contort in pleasure (Mostly pain.) If it’s missionary, he’s holding your face to make you look at him. If it’s doggy style, he’s doing it in front of a mirror and roughly pulling your hair to make you watch yourself cry. The only thing that matters is if he can watch you.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous?)

Patrick will crack a crude joke every now and then, but he’ll mostly stay serious. He’ll make fun of you and make sure you know how much of a joke you look to him, but that’s about it. He’s focused on himself during sex, so sometimes he doesn’t say anything.

H= Hair (How well groomed are they? Do the carpets match the drapes?)

He has a bush. It’s said in the books how unhygienic he is, so don’t expect him to be bare and smooth. He’ll trim it back when it starts to itch and become too much, but he won’t do it for you. It’s curly and black, and he’s got the happiest of happy trails too.

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He doesn’t give a fuck about being romantic. It’s not his thing, and never will be. He’s choking you, leaving bite marks and any kind of wound he can to make sure that you know who you belong to, and that no one can fuck you like he can. He doesn’t care how you feel during it, he’s only there to have a good time. If you don’t enjoy it, then you can suck it up and get used to it, because he’ll be coming back the same time tomorrow.

J= Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

So often that he does it when you’re at his house too. He doesn’t have shame, he doesn’t care. He jerks off to pictures of you, random magazines, your underwear. Hell, he made you jerk him off.

K= Kink (One or more of their kinks)

So, so, many. Choking, dacryphilia, somnophilia, hair pulling, dirty talk, degradation, anything and everything. He was exposed to so much stuff when he was younger, and he’s got it all. Kinkiest guy of them all.

L= Location (Favorite places to have sex)

He likes your room the most, but he’ll have sex anywhere. Your room smells like you and feels like you, and if it’s early in the ‘relationship’ and you’re not used to him and disgusted by him, then he’ll definitely take pride in taking your safe place away from you and corrupting it. But he’d have sex with you anywhere, it doesn’t matter much to him.

M= Motivation (What turns them on?)

Seeing you in general usually does it for him. His mind starts racing when you walk by him, so it doesn’t take much. But seeing you cry? Instant boner.

N= No (Something they wouldn’t do, or turns them off)

Anything scat, piss, or vomit related. He never found the appeal, and it’s a pain to clean up anyway. But he’s up for anything else, as long as it’s not being done to him.

O= Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill)

Receiving. He loves getting head. He’s grabbing your hair, ramming into your throat like you’re nothing but a fleshlight. He doesn’t care if you can’t breathe or not, or if he’s hurting you. He doesn’t give often, but when he does, it’s like the angels are singing to you. He’s amazing at it, like God tier, but he’ll never let you cum from it. Never. He’ll get you right at that peak with his tongue, where you’re grinding against him, and then he’ll pull away. 

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

As foreplay, he’ll go slow if he has the time. He’ll make you beg for more, and he’ll make it slow as possible when he wants to be a pain, but when he’s actually inside you? He’s not stopping. He’s practically bruising your cervix and hips with how fast and deep he’s going, and how hard he’s holding on to you.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often)

He’s not the biggest fan of them, but he’ll do them when he’s in a rush. Whether you two are in the bathroom at a party, on a field trip, in an empty classroom, he’ll pull his and your pants down and make it quick. He may not like them that much, but you two will have a quickie at least 8 times a week.

R= Risk (Are they okay with experimenting? Do they take risks?)

He’s up for just about anything. Public, toys, BDSM, Patrick will do anything. Unless it’s pegging or something that’s being done to him, then he’s shutting it all down.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Like a rabbit. He’ll go all night, any night. Back to back rounds, hours without end. He’ll stop when you pass out, or when he physically cannot hold himself up anymore. 

T= Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He has plenty, a whole box full in his closet. He bought them for past partners, but be well assured that he’s using all of them on you. Rope, vibrators, dildos, you name it he has it. He won’t let you use any on him though. He also won’t let you have any. If he finds one while snooping around, he’s stealing it and searching for any others. You have him, you don’t need one for yourself. If you really want a toy, you can ask him nicely and he’ll use one on you.

U= Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Entirely and completely unfair. He’ll tease you in public, during class, under your dinner table while having dinner with your family, during a hang out with your friends, when you’re alone. He’s the biggest tease of them all, and he won’t let you do anything about it until he wants to.

V= Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s not the most vocal of them all, but he’s not silent either. Grunts, groans, shit like that. He’ll leave the screaming, moaning, and crying to you.

W= Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He will force you to have sex with him when you don’t want to. Your pleasure doesn’t matter that much to him, it’s just a perk you get to have sometimes. He doesn’t care, and he’ll have sex whenever he wants with you.

X= X-Ray (What’s going on underneath their clothes?)

About 5 or 6 inches. Not the girthiest, but he’s not skinny either. It curves upwards just a bit, and he’s circumcised. Not exactly trimmed, but not exactly bushy either. He definitely has a happy trail, though.

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

So high that he’s having sex with you in the morning before school, during lunch, in your free hour, after school, right before your parents kick him out of the house, and then he’s sneaking back into your room at 2 in the morning for more. And then it’s all a repeat the next day. It’s a surprise he can still walk and that he doesn’t have erectile dysfunction yet.

Z= Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’ll fall to your side and he’s immediately snoring. Sometimes he’ll be awake to watch you sleep, but other than that he’s out cold. He’s also holding onto you to make sure that you can’t get up and leave, so when he wakes up, he’s moving your legs and going for another round.

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doctor’s orders.

Please, don’t let it be him.

Please no…

Please!

“Good evening,” a warm voice interrupts your silent pleading with whatever force is listening. There’s strain in the usual honeyed tone, which jerks your chin upward with an invisible string. Your panicked thoughts are replaced by your emergency mode, your hands trembling with adrenaline at the pain in the man’s voice.

“What did you do now?” you hiss, assessing the patient visually before you even get close to him, watching blood drip steadily from a wound just shy of his temple.

Captain Howzer smiles up at you with mischief in his brown eyes.

“I got a little too close to the action, Doc,” he shrugs.

“How many times do I have to tell you? The blood belongs inside of your body, Captain. For Maker’s sake, can we go a single week without you risking life and limb for the nearest being?” You pull your gloves on with an angry snap.

“Well… it is my job,” he tells you, trying to sound the slightest bit remorseful and failing miserably.

“I don’t care if it’s your job — it’s going to be a little hard to do it if you’re dead,” you shake your head, starting to remove his armor to assess the rest of him.

“You’re fussing again,” Howzer’s voice drops in octave and volume, much too near your ear.

“Well, that is my job,” you mimic his accent poorly, daring to look back into his eyes as you remove his chest plate.

His full lips are twisted in the faintest smile, and he is watching your every move. You roll your eyes but you can feel yourself blush, choosing instead to focus on removing his pauldrons, gauntlets, and gloves.

“I know... I like it when you fuss over me,” he leans forward and yanks the top of his blacks off with one hand, exposing his skin down to his waist.

You turn back to face him and remind yourself with a deep breath and a mental lashing that you are a fucking professional and you will do your job without incident or…

Or…?

What were you saying?

“Well?” he prompts.

“Hm?” you raise your eyebrows, pretending you were listening.

He leans back with his palms flat on the exam table, his knees farther apart than you remember. “I asked you a question.”

“Which was?” you ask, frowning, silently cursing yourself.

“I asked what your diagnosis was,” he smirks.

“I don’t know yet,” you rub your forehead with the back of your hand. “I need to get your head cleaned up first. Do you feel pain or discomfort anywhere else?”

“No pain…” His smile is teasing. “But I still expect a thorough examination. I could be in shock.”

You give him a look. “Behave yourself, Captain.”

Howzer holds his hands up. “I’m just asking you to do your job, Doc. I wouldn’t expect any less but the closest attention to detail when you’re in charge.”

You swallow, and he won’t look away from your eyes — even as you start to gently clean the wound on his forehead and he sucks in a breath through his teeth, grabbing your wrist roughly and trying to pull your hand away.

Your stomach flips but you give him a stern look.

“Captain. When I said to behave yourself, I clearly meant you need to allow me to do my job.”

“Warn me next time,” he growls, releasing you.

“I did!” You smack his hand down. “I told you I had to clean your head…”

“Oh, that’s what you meant,” he smirks up at you as you continue removing the blood from his skin. You press harder in retaliation and he grabs both of your wrists.

“Stop being belligerent or I’ll let you fuckin’ bleed to death,” you tell him through gritted teeth.

“Which one happens first?” he asks, your wrists still bound in the shackles of his rough hands.

“What—?” you ask, scrunching up your face.

“You said you’d let me fuck and bleed to death,” he repeats, pulling you forward and tugging your hands behind his back so your face is much too close to his.

“Do you think it could be in that order?” he drops his voice down deep and low, his breath warm on your skin.

“You know damn well I did not say that,” you tell him, trying to sound sure of yourself, but your voice shakes.

“Do I?” he asks, searching your face with his dilated eyes.

“Should I check your hearing?” you ask sharply, but his gaze lands on your lips.

“What?” he jokes, and you sigh in his face.

“Captain.”

His eyes flick to yours, and he leans back just enough to let your hips rest in the V his legs have made. “Say my name, and I’ll be good for you.”

“This is very unprofessional behavior,” you frown.

“I’m no snitch,” he whispers. “Besides, is it against protocol for you to use your patient’s name?”

“Of course not,” you sigh again. “But I’m using your title as a sign of respect, just as I would do with anyone else.”

“And I love that about you, but I wanna hear you say my name,” he grips your wrists harder, gives you a little yank, and you arch into him involuntarily.

“Captain Howzer…” you say, trying to keep your tone even and clinical.

“Close,” he smiles but shakes his head. “But no. Just say my name, and I’ll behave.”

You take a deep breath, knowing he’s absolutely full of shit without running a single test to prove it.

“Howzer…” you say in a low voice, your temple pressed against his. He hums low in his throat, and the vibration of it in his chest seems to travel wherever your body is touching his.

You let your lips brush his ear: “Can you please allow me to finish my exam now?”

“Yes ma’am,” he rumbles, letting go of your wrists and planting his hands on the edge of the table again.

His eyes are closed and he keeps very still as you clean his head wound, patching it with bacta and exploring the rest of the lines in his face, running your fingers over the deep scar on his cheek.

“Field medic work,” he smiles, leaning into your touch. “Didn’t have your finesse.”

“Doesn’t change anything,” you blurt out quietly.

His eyes slide open and they are darker than a starless night. “Hm?”

“You know,” you frown, pushing his face to the side to check his neck and shoulders with careful hands.

“What do I know?” he asks, his cheek twitching with how badly he’s trying not to smirk. “What doesn’t the field medic’s work change?”

You sigh roughly in the back of your throat as you move around the table to check his back. “Your… face.”

“Oh, because every clone has the same one?” he asks, a defensive lilt to his teasing.

“No!” you poke him in the shoulder blade, hard.

“Then what?” he twists, to try to make you look at him again, but you push him forward.

“What did you promise me?” you frown. “Be still, Howzer.”

He inhales deeply and sits up with perfectly straight posture. You run your hands down his spine, then press your fingers where you know injured organs would reveal tender spots. He doesn’t flinch, but you don’t know if that’s his training or an actual lack of pain. Nothing seems out of place, but knowing him, he’s probably hiding something.

“Get up,” you pat his shoulder.

He obeys, standing perfectly at attention.

And as you help him remove his lower armor, it’s very apparent that he’s not the only one.

You instantly blush, despite having seen countless human bodies in all different contexts… your whole body flushes with warmth which travels between your legs. You’re removing his knee pads and the feelings you’re having are so improper you feel yourself blushing harder with shame…

“Sorry Doc,” he says quietly. “Natural reaction.”

“To what?” you blurt out, looking up from your kneeling position into his face.

He smirks. “I think we both know you know the answer to that… You’re a doctor. You know how the human body functions in these situations…”

You shake your head. “I’m making sure you’re not going to die of internal injuries, Howzer. I’m not doing anything to try and…cause this.”

“Don’t have to,” he says, low and rough. “You just are.”

Your fingers are still on his thigh, just about to get him to lift his foot to let you remove his boot, when you stop and feel your jaw go slack.

“Please stand up,” he asks. You oblige him, and he sits back up on the exam table, obediently removing his boots for you without breaking eye contact once. You swallow around your dry throat, taking in the sight of him there in nothing but the bottom half of his blacks, which he’s now standing again to remove.

Howzer sits back up on the exam table in just his dark briefs, which — despite their color — are not doing much to hide the topic of your discussion.

Why do I want it in my mouth?

Your eyes are wide when you meet his gaze again, thankful beyond belief that he can’t read your mind. But he smiles softly like he can.

Why is that a thought I’m having right now, when I should be making sure he isn’t in any more pain?

You try to snap out of it, distracting yourself by looking fo contusions or abrasions, any signs of internal injuries or dislocated bones… You put your gloved hand on his thigh to inspect a discoloration there and his body reacts visibly to your touch.

“Howzer…” you whisper, “Should I stop?”

“Please don’t,” he breathes, reaching out to grip the wrist closest to his bare skin.

“I… I need you to stand up and turn around,” you tell him quietly, and he does as he’s told, letting you peruse the backs of his legs and the bottoms of his feet.

When he turns around again, he’s mere inches from your body, his muscles taut and his face hyper-focused on yours.

“I don’t see any other… problems,” you swallow, your voice barely audible. “You’re free to dress and go now.”

“But I don’t want to,” he shrugs, lifting his hands to cradle your face.

He doesn’t kiss you.

He brushes his nose against yours, touches your foreheads together, rubs his cheekbone up and down your cheek.

You can feel the rough texture of the skin on his face and let a soft sound escape your careful throat.

Howzer locks onto that sound like a heat-seeking missile, pressing his hand gently to your throat and repeating the motion he thinks you liked — his cheek pressed to yours.

You whimper lightly, just barely audible, and he loses his careful control to what he wants most.

He kisses you so hard it snaps your head back; you gasp into his mouth and he takes that as an invitation, exploring inside with his tongue. He only breaks the seal your lips have made to let you breathe, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your jaw and down your neck, hungrily making his way down to taste as much of your skin as he can reach.

His hands move from your face and neck to unbutton your uniform coat, pushing it down off your shoulders onto the floor, sliding his long fingers under the shirt you wear beneath.

“I want this off,” he tells you, and you nod your permission, lifting your arms to let him strip you from the waist up.

He removes your bra so quickly and easily it gives you the slightest moment of hesitation and doubt, wondering how many women he’s collected inside the warmth of his body just like this. But his hands are holding your breasts and his tongue is in your mouth again, and you quickly forget your fears. His fingers travel down to the waistband of your pants, and you don’t think you’ve ever taken them off so quickly in your entire lifetime.

“Fuck,” he whispers, looking at you in nothing but your underwear. “You’re perfect.”

“Prove it,” you tease him. “You get naked first.”

He smiles at you with bright eyes, yanking his underwear down and hopping up to lie back on the exam table with his arms behind his head, all too comfortable.

“What’s the verdict, Doc?” he asks, eyes closed, body stretched out for your (scientific) inspection.

You remove your gloves and run your fingertips from his broad shoulders to his hip bones, watching his dick twitch at the attention of your hands.

“I think you’re perfectly…healthy, Captain,” you tell him, your eyes landing on the glorious thickness he’s been hiding in those briefs.

Howzer props himself up on one elbow, turning just enough to ripple more muscles like a statue carved of some ancient god from another galaxy.

“Your turn,” he drawls, gesturing with his finger toward your underwear, and you shake your head.

“Oh now that’s just not fair,” he crows, climbing back down off the exam table and putting his hands on your hips, changing tactics.

“Do you want me to take them off for you?” he gives you a half-smile, his eyes blazing a path from your bare breasts to the fabric between him and his goal.

You nod slowly, pushing your hips just slightly forward as he dips his thumbs in the band around your waist.

“I need to hear you say it,” he says quietly.

“Please take them off,” you try to whisper, but it comes out like a whine. He looks into your eyes expectantly, wiggling his thumbs but not moving his hands any more than that.

“Howzer…” you groan. “Please.”

“That’s better,” he pushes your underwear to the floor and runs his hands back up your legs as you step out. “Isn’t it?”

He kisses you again, softer this time but no less hungry, pulling you back with him onto the exam table. He wraps his arms around you until you’re flush on top of him, nipping at your lips and running his hands all over your body, seeking friction by pressing his hips up into yours…

“Would you like to ride me, sweetheart?” he rasps, his erection pressed against your hip, his heart pounding in his chest against yours. “Because I’d like nothing more than to see you get on top and use me however you want.”

You know your face must look like you’re in pain, the need for him so strong it feels like your heart could stop. You move your knees apart and brace yourself, letting him help you to a more upright position, crawling back until you’re hovering right above him.

You look into his eyes as you guide him to your entrance, inhaling shakily as you feel the tip slide past your resistance, shoving your knees farther apart and dropping slowly to take him deeper. His eyes practically roll back in his head the farther down you go, groaning low in his throat when he’s fully sheathed inside of you.

The two of you stay very still for a long moment, just breathing while you both adjust. When you start to move on him, he looks up at you heavy-lidded and reaches up to grope your breasts, moaning a bit as you sink your fingernails into his shoulders trying to find a rhythm you both like. You roll your hips and grip him good as you do, filthy curses escaping his swollen lips with every thrust.

Howzer lifts his knees slightly to support you, gripping your hips tight as you ride him hard, forgetting every reason you shouldn’t be doing this as you lose yourself to the feeling of him inside of you as his hands explore your ass.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to fuck you like this?” he asks roughly, one hand gripping your ass, the other running up your back to grab a fistful of your hair. You shake your head, unable to form cohesive thoughts as you move on him faster, your need for him only increasing the harder you fuck him.

He sits up suddenly, spreading his legs and bending his knees, wrapping his arms around your lower back and staring right in your eyes as he fucks you right back.

You run your hands through his hair, rubbing the fuzz where his head is shaved and crying out as he hits the perfect spot while holding you this close.

“Since day one,” he rasps. “I’ve wanted you like this since I first met you. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about taking you right here, just like this…”

He grunts as you clench around him, wetter than ever and panting his name, blissfully close to him making you cum in his lap right on your fucking exam table.

“Fuck me, Howzer,” you beg him, all sense of propriety lost in the lustful haze clouding your brain and flooding your body with heat. “Please just fuck me.”

“No, baby,” he denies you. “I want this to last.”

“But I’m so close,” you whine, pushing him down on his back and riding him harder.

He moves his hand from your hip to press his fingertips to your clit, not bothering to move them with how quickly your hips are rocking, and your head rolls loosely on your neck as your back arches. You bite your lip to keep from screaming as he drags the orgasm right out of you with his lazy fingers and his ridiculously perfect cock.

“Howzer, I can’t, I’m gonna…” you whine, and he pulls himself up again, locking eyes with you as he feels you hit your threshold, a strangled moan slipping out of you as he keeps you close while you cum.

“Come on, baby,” he coaxes as you start to slow your movements to a near-stop, “Are we done already?”

“Sit up,” you tell him, climbing off of him and the table, kneeling and watching him swing his legs over the side.

“Am I already due for another exam—” he chokes on his teasing remark as you take his leaking dick into the tight wetness of your mouth, rolling your tongue underneath him and hollowing your cheeks.

“Fucking Maker,” Howzer groans, his hands instantly tangling in your hair, hips bucking toward your face. “You keep that up and I’m not going to last much longer either.”

Your only reply is to bob your head, taking him deeper toward your throat with each motion, using your hands to grip what can’t fit inside your mouth.

“Oh sweet fuck,” he growls, turning into an absolute mess as you stare up into his eyes while you suck him off. He doesn’t know where to put his hands and he’s trying so hard to let you do what you want, but you can feel him throbbing and you know he’s ready to lose it.

“Sweetheart, I don’t know where you want me to cum, but you’d better decide fast,” he rasps, his eyes squeezing shut.

You keep him in your mouth, but pull back just enough to swirl your tongue around his already-sensitive tip. He groans and shoves his dick deeper in your mouth, yanking your head back by the hair as he loses control. He cums down your throat with a series of grunts and moans your name when he’s finally finished. You swallow every drop, content to lick him lazily until he groans and tugs on your hair to make you stop, guiding your face back up to his.

“You’re mine now, I hope you know,” he growls in your ear, his scarred cheek pressed to yours as he does.

You nod in agreement, feeling his fingers slip between your legs again as he kisses you gently at first…

But you make sure to call him “Captain” when he makes you cum the second time, with nothing but his tongue.

[wint3r-h3art]

Imagine your honeymoon with Attuma… his breeding kink fully kicks in and he’s determined to get you pregnant but also worship you and show you how much he adores you

Honeymoon with Attuma | No power au

warnings: p in v sex, breeding kink, size kink, fingering, cunnilingus

18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI

A/N: Oh girl you can’t just mentioned this to me and think I won’t react some type of way 😩I really didn’t mean to write this out into a full blurb, but I can’t help it. also I wrote this on here without any grammar check, so I’m sorry before hand if it’s a mess. I’ll fix it later. Reblog & comment is always greatly appreciated 🥲💛

*** do not repost and claim it as your own, copy/plagiarize, or translate my works anywhere else!! 

Attuma has waited not so patiently to get to the honeymoon suit. He tries to be in his best behavior because you have been wanting to be here since the day he mentioned about this place—an all inclusive resort on a secluded section of the island with no one to bother your time together.

He isn’t being coy anymore. The moment the car stops, he rushes out with you in his arms. He has been dreaming—hell, the whole one week without sex thing had driven him crazy. Not to mention how gorgeous and sexy you looked during the wedding. It doesn’t help at all when his mind goes to the most filthy place he can imagine.

There is no doubt that he had thought about crawling under the table during the the reception, and feast upon your delectable pussy. Of course, he had to behave. Or else you will continue to starve him off—deprive him of your body.

Attuma wastes no time at all as he kicks the door to your honeymoon suit open. He also doesn’t care that the staffs were still moving your belongings inside the suit.

His mouth is on yours before you can even react to what happened. He wastes no time to hike up your dress and dips his fingers inside you, slowly working you till your pussy slicks with wetness. You moan softly underneath him, savoring the way his tongue glides and slides over yours of eagerly all the while he’s fucking you with his thick fingers.Your body jolts when you felt his thumb circled your clit, rubbing until your thighs start shaking.

He’s not yet of course. Your husband inserts another fingers inside you, spreading and pumping those digits with a determination all the while that his lips whispers dirty words into your ears, making your body response even more.

“Oh look at how your pussy is sucking in my fingers,” he coos. You could feel his breath tickles against your earlobe, making you shiver beneath him. “Hmmm, someone’s eager,” he chuckles as he continues to fuck you vigorously. “Because you made me wait a week, I think it’s only fair that I fill you up until you can’t move anymore. Don’t you like that wife?”

Someone the words “wife” stirs something inside you--and the need to submit to him outweighed whatever rationality you have at the moment, which honestly, it was already slim.

You nodded.

Attuma grin widened as he pushed harder, curling his fingers whenever he hits that one spot that makes your body reacts to him. A mixture of wet, squelching sound mixes with your moaning is like a music to his ears. He couldn’t help but relish in it. Of course, it’s not long after that you come, harder than you have anticipated.

Your husband doesn’t like you rests of course, because his mouth is on your pussy not a second too long, lapping on the cream that he has just milk it out of you. You whines and mewls softly beneath him. Your body is still weak from your earlier orgasm to even do anything about your husband’s insatiable appetite--I mean, it’s not like you can do anything about it. The man is double your size, and can easily overpower you if he wants to. The thing about Attuma is that he enjoys the little torture you often inflict on him a bit too much. He enjoys being tease and deprives of things until his desires is overflowed, and only then he will come looking for you with a vengeance.

And right now, he demands to fill you up until you can’t feel anything anymore.

The tip of his tongue presses against your swollen clit, flicks at it before he moves to suckle on it gently. His fingers works at your slippery seam, pushing in the tips here and there before he slides his tongue down to your opening.

You’re practically gasping for air at this point. Your fingers thread through his lushes hair, grasping at it like it’s your lifeline as another wave of your orgasm threatens to spill over again. Attuma fuck you with his tongue, delving into your pussy with an eagerness. 

He groans into your pussy as he feels your wall begins to flutter around him again, and he inserts two of his fingers inside you while his tongue works your clit. It’s overwhelming to the point where it doesn’t take him that much effort at all to make you fall apart again, clutching his head until you can’t feel anything else except him.

You body feels heavy as it tries to ride out your release. Attuma smirks as he settles between you wide spreading thighs. He makes a quick work of his slacks, discarding it--perhaps ripping the fabric in the process as he hastily gets rid of it.

He strokes his cock a couple of time first, letting the fat tip to rub against your clit, making you whine and begs softly underneath him. He would push it pass the folds then withdrew it back, teasing you and driving you mad as your pussy clench and unclenched at the emptiness.

“Attuma, please,” you while as you roll your hips, but his much stronger hand pins you down.

“Hmm, I thought you wanted to wait for another week,” he teases you as he slides his length between your folds. He hums in satisfaction as your slick cover his shaft.

“Don’t you dare,” you glare at him.

“In yakunaj [darling], you’re in no position to demand anything from me,” he reminds you as he stops all his movement together. Attuma leans forward until his large body covers yours. Heat radiates off him like a furnace. His large hand cups your face, holding you there to meet his hungry gaze. “You’ll take what I give you,” he smirks as he slowly sink into your heat.

His lips pulls back at the way your tightness is welcoming him, stretching out to accommodate his size. No words come out of your mouth as he slowly pushing into you inch by inch. You can feel every ridge and every vein that run underneath his cock slowly stroking you from the inside until you can’t feel anything anymore. Every inch feels like a desirous torture that you wish to never end.

You hand grasps at his bulging bicep, holding onto whatever you small hands can grasp as your husband begins to move. His powerful hips surge forward, bringing you with him. A small, strangling noise finally slips past your lips as he withdraw himself all the way out before he pushes himself all the way to base, knocking whatever left of oxygen in your lungs.

Your mind swirls. Your body feels like it’s being split apart and putting back together at the same time. Everything feels like it’s too much and not enough. Everytime he pushes forward, you feel like you’re going insane. 

Attuma is driving into you hard. He’s not even think about being careful anymore. At this point he just want to fill you up over and over again until you start leaking out his cum. His mind focuses only one thing: to fuck you senselessly and to fill you up. It’s not long because he’s getting impatient.

He’s practically rutting inside you, grasping at your hips, pulling you down with him. He doesn’t even realize that you just came. Attuma hauls your legs upward, hands pulling you back to meet his thrust. You feel like you’re going to die because of how impossibly deep he is inside you. 

His lips pulls back into a snarl. His nostrils flare as his release explodes. You wince beneath him as you can feel his releases coating your inside, filling up with his release. His large body strains above you. You can see the way his muscles corded tightly almost to the point of shaking.

You don’t know how long it is as the silent falls upon the suit, save from your panting. Finally, Attuma leans in and kisses you deeply.

“Reminds me again to hold off sex from you...This is the best sex we had in a while.”

His deep brows furrow as he bucks his hips forward. You gasp outloud when you realize that he’s still hard as a rock. 

“You wouldn’t dare to do that to me, do you?” he asks, hips slowly rolling, pushing his cum deeper into you.

You can’t even reply as the feeling slowly envelopes you again.

“Because if you do, I’m just going to keep filling you up again, and again until you’re round and full of my babies.”

[keytomind]

The next chapter is going to be written on my terms and I am the only one who will be holding the pen. I allowed other people to co-author the first chapter of my story. I didn’t mind allowing my parents to hold that pen, at least for the first 18 years or so, but I fucked up sharing that pen with others who didn’t deserve it, only with the intention of pleasing them at my own expense. Their stories were narcissistically selfish and they sucked. This chapter is going to be different - so different.

The next chapter is going to be about what life should be rather than what it was. I am still incredibly grateful for that first chapter as it helped mold me into the man that I have become today and, although it wasn’t all pleasant, some of the experiences were priceless and worth their weight in gold. The lessons are invaluable, no matter how much some of them may have hurt, but how we got from A to B does not have to dictate my attitude or my mindset. I am not a victim and, in fact, my life is pretty fucking incredible despite what feels like an infinite amount of heartbreaks. It is never too late to change the narrative to your advantage. It is never too late to live the life that is best suited to your desires. Why continue to sacrifice when it is no longer necessary? We already put in that work and we layed the foundation with great efforts. The first chapter was about them, but the next chapter is all about me.

The next chapter is going to be about a transformation, a metamorphosis - a butterfly emerging from its cocoon and spreading its wings to take its first flight in a new world. Things that I may have once thought that I did not deserve are now at my fingertips, begging to be picked and examined and loved with an open mind and an open heart. This life could be over at any moment and when I tell people that this is the midlife crisis of this 41 year old man, they scoff and tell me that I’m too young for that. In my line of work as a funeral director, I have seen 82 and younger and it is often not pretty for some folks, some of whom took great care of themselves but they may have been dealt an unfortunate hand. I am simply playing the hand that I have been dealt and hoping that the dealer doesn’t turn over pocket aces or a full house.

The next chapter is going to be the biggest fucking plot twist that I ever could have imagined. Darkness turns to light, fire turns to rain, and evil finds itself a new home as it is no longer welcome here. I never thought I would have left Pennsylvania, my family, the people whom I used to call “my friends”. I never thought I would want to call anywhere else “home”, but this place hasn’t felt like home in years and I need a change that some just cannot comprehend. Clean, fresh country air has never felt so good and so needed as it does today. God bless those who prefer the city life as perhaps it is all that they know, but what I know is that I am not built for it. I don’t want all of that noise, all of that speed, all of those rude personalities coming from an overpopulation of people that I would rather escape. I am exactly where I belong. The first chapter was about where I grew up, but the next chapter is going to be home.

The next chapter is going to begin in 9 days when I put my dogs in the Wrangler and we drive across country for four days until we finally throw that Jeep in park in our driveway. I moved all of our things out there four months ago and home has been waiting for us. These last four months have had its struggles, but again, my life is too good to complain as I am not a victim. I am a champion who has brought his dream to reality and my destiny is staring at me with smile and calling me more than 2,000 miles out west to lands that I know very little about. The next chapter is perhaps the closest thing to being a modern day pioneer.

The next chapter is going to be such a gift to both myself and to the world as I cannot wait to share my adventures with the few who still matter and still give a damn about me. It is a very small circle these days, but I am fine with that is I will choose quality over quantity every single time. My life is good, and I only wish that my people are able to say the same about theirs. Anytime that I am asked “if you had one wish, what would it be”, only one wish ever comes to mind - I wish that good things happen to good people. It’s that simple, and since good things are happening to me, perhaps I truly am good people. Lord knows I do my best, and I hope that that is enough. The next chapter is about restoring my faith in the most precious commodity that I can claim - myself.

The next chapter will be coming soon. Stay tuned - stay blessed, be kind to each other despite your differences, especially with an ugly election on the horizon. Live your best lives and do the best that you can. This is how you win, because when you give your best, you never truly fail. This next chapter, though, is all about me.

To my friends here in Tumblrville who have been so incredibly thoughtful and supportive over this time, please be patient with me as I am adjusting to a new life and putting my phone down more than ever. I wish I could keep up regularly with all of you, but I am not so gifted as I would need another one of me. The phone has its benefits - I cannot claim otherwise. But it is time to put it down and to enjoy life. This is my next chapter.

9.1.2024

[winged-self-indulgence]

“You’re squirming so much,” the demon below you teased. You gritted your teeth, glad that this position prevented you from seeing the truly smug grin on his face. Especially when he nuzzled the tip of his nose against the crease of your thigh and continued with an airy, “and after all that bragging too. I guess someone was writing checks their pretty little mouth couldn’t hope to cash out, hm.”

“Impatient much?” You snarked back, annoyed that he was partly right. Huffing, you balanced yourself on your arms and trailed your eyes over Z’s body, the too-warm expanse of muscled flesh that tapered into a defined Adonis belt, the thick bush of hair the same hickory brown-black hue as his head and then finally at the main obstacle before you.

Z chuckled from behind you, his hands happily wandering the expanse of your thighs, hips, and anywhere else he could reach. Lines of fire followed every touch, broken by sharp flashes of pain where Z had decided to leave yet another toothy reminder of who you belonged to. You shuddered, almost forgetting yourself until a firm slap of his tail against your ass jolted you back. “Don’t keep me waiting now, human,” he hummed, low and expectant.

Determinedly, you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, butterflies bursting to life in your stomach at the way your fingers couldn’t even meet around the thickness. The almost foot-long appendage was so heavy that it flopped over, leaking globs of precum down the coal-dark tip and over your fingers.

“Thaaaat’s it,” Z drawled, a low groan meeting your burning ears. “Get those cute little fingers moving, Dove. Make me all nice and wet for that tongue of yours.”

Saliva pooled in your mouth, under your tongue, almost threatening to spill down your chin. Not wasting anymore time, you parted your lips and sank the tip of Z’s cock into your mouth, licking and bobbing your head as you readied yourself to swallow everything they had to give.

The force of his breath raised you up and down. The teeth at your thighs loosened, leaving yet another bruise. “Such a good little human,” Z praised around a moan, and as much as his condescension irked at you, there was no denying the shiver of pleasure that sent the butterflies buzzing like mad. As promised, that was when you felt the tip of Z’s tongue tracing over your sex in gentle circles. A few soft, exploratory touches at first, lulling you into a false sense of security. Then he attached his lips to your core and sucked.

Shrieking, you collapsed onto his hips, arms unable to hold yourself up without shaking. “Z–!” You cried out.

The demon didn’t respond immediately, mouth too full of the best meal of their life. His tongue fucked into you, sloppy and wet and hot. Twisting and prodding at that sensitive little spot inside you, until all you could do was whine and sob. Eventually he retreated just enough to deliver another swat to your ass, this time with a palm as his tail was busy coiling around your throat.

“Aw, did I say you could stop?” He cooed, sweet as molasses, the tone irreverently juxtaposed by the way his tail tightened gently around your neck. Not hard enough restrict air, but enough that you felt the constriction every time you swallowed. “Or are you tapping out already, baby?”

“F-Fuck you,” you gasped out, licking up the side of his cock and swallowing the sticky white dollop of precum trailing down the skin like candlewax. It was hot, salty and spicy, a warmth you could feel traveling down your throat and into your belly. “I c-can do this!”

This time, when you swallowed down his cock, you pushed yourself a little further, your hands massaging the remaining 7 or so inches that wouldn’t fit. Every time you gulped, you felt the tip of his cock at the back of your throat, and you wondered if he could feel through his tail the way it bulged against the skin. Judging by the volley of curses that escaped their mouth, the demon must have.

You barely had enough time to smirk with vengeful glee though, because as soon as Z opened his mouth again, you were struck helpless. No longer careless and messy, his movements had become intensely focused though no less voracious in their appetite for you.

“Ngh!” Finally, your head dropped again, this time accompanied by not just your arms, but your legs as well. You could feel the puffs of air against your sensitized core as Z snickered, but you were too out of it to care about anything other than the too-much-too-good sensation. Your knees, jellylike as they felt, dug into the bedsheets and tried to push you away.

“Mm, where do you think you’re going, Dove?” Z cooed, dragging you back in place even as your fingers clawed at everything in reach – the bed, his skin, the air – to pull you away. The kiss he pressed against your core was perhaps meant to be soothing, but the smile he shot you was anything but. “We’re not finished here, are we?”    

[vadersaber]

Your post about Chappell and Hozier made me think and I realised that I don’t even want to be a part of any kind of fandom anymore.

I’ve been on the internet since I was like 10 years old and I’ve been in so many fandoms and eventually, things always turn toxic and weird.

And it sucks because my real life isn’t the greatest and I’ve never felt like I really belong anywhere? So I get invested in fandoms, trying to fit in somewhere and belong somewhere. And I’m 28 now so tbh, it’s probably a bit embarrassing. But when you’re alone in life I guess you try to find companionship where you can lol and the easiest way is with common interests so fandoms make it easy.

But I’m so tired of the toxic-ness and hatred and everything that always comes with fandoms now. The cliques and “I’m better than you because of this” “I’ve known this thing longer than you” and just all of it. It’s not fun anymore because it always gets ruined eventually. I think social media can be so amazing and I’m always trying to curate my experience in a positive way. But fandoms aren’t positive anymore. People always feel entitled and superior they’re so obsessive and possessive and there seems to always be a loud majority that ruins it for everyone.

Idk what I’m trying to say and idk why I’m sending you this message but you’ve always been really nice with anon messages. I just felt the need to share because this just hit me today and now I feel a little lost and alone but I think not getting invested in these kind of things anymore is probably much more healthier..

I'm glad you felt comfortable to share this! 🥰

I absolutely get where you're coming from. I myself have been in fandoms since I was around 10 years old as well and as you said, somehow it always turns toxic - or weird.

And it's so stupid too, like why can't we just maintain friendliness and normalcy in this community that's revolving around mutual interest for actor/musician/whatever? We're all here because of that, why turn against each other and act foolish? We are literally all the same.

It is definitely healthier to not engage with content that upsets you and just keep enjoying the music/movies without digging for drama. It's so pointless and it doesn't bring anything good with it. Besides, fandoms should be enjoyable for everyone, no matter the age or fuck else.

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Kinktober Day 9: Full

summary: in a way, you hold his life in your hands right now.

kink: double penetration

pairing: fem!reader x santi garcia

contents: 18+/NSFW/MINORS DNI, smut, vaginal sex, ass play, spit (it’s hot what can i say), lube, anal sex, sex toys, creampie, santi being pussy (ass?) drunk and confessing his love

AN: incredible how ive been on this hellsite for over a year and have yet to write anal sex? santi makes me feral so i HAD to write this for him. anyways, all aboard the slut train!

word count: 1.3k

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“Are you sure, cariño?” Under all the layers of teasing in his voice is real concern and care.

He’s buried to the hilt in your warm heat, his hands firm on your hips, pulling you back on his cock over and over. No matter how much he wants to claim all of or what you’ve talked about in the past, he’ll always check and make sure this is what you want.

“Mhmm, I’m sure. Want you everywhere,” You whine, shuddering when he rolls his hips against yours.

It’s sweet music to his ears.

He bends to dust kisses down your spine as he pulls out of you, a hum leaving your lips at the loss. He doesn’t leave you empty for long, pressing a dildo of comparable size all the way in where he just was. A gasp escapes your throat, you’re filled to the brim but missing the warmth of him. You greedily rotate your hips, trying to get back some of that delicious friction he was giving you.

The dildo is snug in your pussy, not going anywhere when his hands grip and grope at your ass, parting it. You’re slick and puffy, waiting for him to take you. You jump at the warm feeling of lube back there, and then shiver in anticipation. Santi’s eyes are trained on the way you clench, around the dildo, around nothing— it’s a wonder he doesn’t cum just from the sight. You hear the slick sounds of him lubing up his cock and wiggle your hips at him, huffing a laugh.

“You teasing me?” His voice is low, full of an authority that takes your breath away.

“No, baby, just eager. Want you to use me.”

“I’ll use you like this, baby, don’t worry,” He uses his hands to spread your cheeks again, bends closer to let spit dribble out of his mouth and onto your hole.

“Please,” You breathe. You’re so painfully turned on, so needy that you push his hands away and lay on your chest in order to hold yourself open for him.

“Ready?” He sounds wrecked and if you weren’t so impatient to feel him you’d smirk.

“Mhmm.”

He notches the head of his cock against you, slowly and gently pushing himself just an inch in. A shared gasp passes through the room, and somehow your body sucks him further in, taking him until his hips are flush against yours.

“Fuck, so tight, baby,” He praises, pulling out halfway before lazily pushing himself back in.

“Santiago,” You can barely get his name out, the heavy stretch of his cock there knocking all the air out of your lungs.

It’s strange, it burns, it’s good. You feel like you’re his, and you are, you always have been even if neither of you have vocalized it. Even though you’ve both tried to make it clear that this is just hot sex and friendship, it’s true, you belong to him. It feels like he’s everywhere, you’re drowning in his touch and scent, completely full of him.

“I’ve got you baby, I’m right here. We’ll go slow,” He reassures, one hand on your hip, pulling you back on his cock, the other working the dildo in and out. “How’s that feel? How’s my girl?”

“Good. So good. I feel…”

“Full?” He supplies, rotating his hips, moving deeper.

“Mhmm, yeah.”

“You’re gorgeous, wet and open for me. Love you like this.”

“Baby, more, please,” You whine when you notice he’s slowed down, letting you take in the feeling of being stretched.

“No, no, you can do it. Show me how you want it. I wanna see you,” His voice is sinful and strained from holding himself back, but he wants to watch you work yourself over on him, needy and desperate.

Fisting your fingers in the white sheets beneath you, your back arched, you start to rock back against him and the dildo, a loud moan ripping from your throat when they’re both fully inside you. The feeling’s intoxicating—addictive— and you start to move quicker, using the leverage from your grip in the sheets to fuck yourself back against him with an animalistic pace.

“That’s it,” He praises, running his hand over your damp, warmed skin but he raises it, smacking your ass.

It intensifies the feeling of him and the dildo inside you, and you groan his name. Sinking into the sting of his hit, you glance your shoulder at him with a lazy grin.

“Dirty fucking girl, you like that don’t you? Let me see you work for it, make yourself cum.”

Using your grip on the sheets, you work yourself on him in earnest, each punch of his cock deep inside of you forcing a moan out of your mouth. He’s so deep, he almost feels like he’s becoming a part of you, and with each thrust of him deeper the tip of the dildo presses against your g-spot.

“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, querida,” The words rip from his throat, his hands digging further into the flesh of your hip.

You’re just on the precipice of your own orgasm, rolling your hips back against him, your body growing unbearably hot as you get closer and closer to falling over the edge with each thrust of his cock.

“Cum, baby, I’m so close. Cum in me, please.”

Santi gets his lips at your ear, his voice gravelly, sending another shiver through your body, “You want me to cum in your ass? Fill up my fuckin’ baby?”

Your pussy tightens around him at the possessiveness— his baby. All his. “Yes, Santi. Give it to me, please.”

He drops his hand from the dildo and comes to grip your other hip, holding you in place as he takes control of the rhythm. He can feel the stretch of the dildo and his cock, feel just how full you are, and his eyes roll back just as his orgasm starts to wash over him. He slams into you, once, twice, three more times before he drapes himself over you completely, rutting further into you as he finally reaches his peak. A warmth blooms inside of you as he fills you up; its your own undoing.

You cum almost violently around him, his name leaving your mouth in a garbled cry as you fall against the mattress. It’s overwhelming, your body going limp and your vision going white as wave after wave crashes over your nerves.

He hauls you up against his chest with one arm, turning your head so that your faces are pressed together, noses brushing, “I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

You’re practically incoherent, you don’t even realize it when he pulls himself and the dildo out of you. He can’t believe he’s just said that to you— that he’s told you he loves you— and isn’t sure that you even noticed so he just holds you tight and whispers soft praises into your ear.

“Did you mean it?” You whisper a few minutes later, once he’s cleaned you up and you’re tucked into his arms.

He lets out a reluctant sigh, his lips pressing into your hair, “Yeah, I meant it.”

You hum, snuggle further into him when another question passes through your mind, “Have you ever said it before?”

“Once.”

“Did you mean it then?”

“Is there a reason you’re interrogating me?” Its supposed to be a way to lighten the mood but you can hear the edge in his voice and how scared he is to be rejected.

In a way, you hold his life in your hands right now.

You turn around in his arms, mouth pulled up in an encouraging smile, “I just want you to be sure because I love you too.”

“Yeah you love me?” He runs his nose along the skin of your neck in a way that tickles. The giggle that escapes you isn’t voluntary and you try to push him away though your efforts are fruitless– he’s just too strong.

“Yeah, Santiago Garcia, I love you.”

Pope isn’t a guy who’s faint of heart for any reason, but the way you’re looking at him right now and the openness of your confession makes his heart flutter in his chest. He slants his mouth against yours greedily, murmuring into its wetness, “Yeah? Then let me make you cum again.

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[needlessthoughtsandpoordecisions]

People who are used to being thought of as “normal” often glamourize “not normal.”

“It must be so freeing.”

“I love how your brain works.”

“That’s so cool, I wish I could do that.”

You don’t understand. People have been telling me I’m “not normal” since I was born.

I’m multiracial, so right off the bat, I was different from the other kids. No matter where I was. I’m a foreigner in every country. I don’t belong anywhere.

“Yeah, but you’re special! You stand out!”

Do you know how exhausting it is to stand out every time you leave your house? Do you know how many times strangers have demanded to know why I look different? And do you know how much it sucks to constantly be praised for being able to speak my first language?

All throughout my school years, teachers told my parents I was different. I was highly gifted, unusually intelligent, full of potential. When I took math tests and had to show my work, my math teachers would be dumbfounded because I solved problems in my own ways, completely differently from what they taught us. On standardized tests, I was always in the 99th percentile. Classmates would submit their homework to me to get it checked before submitting it to our teachers. I was called a walking encyclopedia, a cyborg, and even a term that basically meant “mafia lieutenant.” I was regularly discounted from class surveys for being an anomaly and teachers told students not to compare themselves to me because I “didn’t count.” Everyone in my life defined me by how “not normal” I was.

That prompted the masking. I spent years and years desperately trying to hide my authentic self. I manufactured my outward appearance by scripting what I would say, rehearsing my behaviour, and actively suppressing the most objectionable aspects of my individuality. But every time I got comfortable around someone and let bits of my true self show, I was seen as a novelty. At best, I felt like a museum exhibit. At worst, I felt like a shackled circus sideshow. I was never just another person. No one felt the need to recognize my humanity.

Over the last few years, I’ve been fighting hard to undo the damage of masking for so long. I have friends who accept me for who I am, even if they don’t quite understand. I’ve had romantic relationships, and a few people have even been in love with me. I’m still “not normal,” though, and thought it would always be that way.

Then something happened. I met someone, someone who identifies as “normal,” and seems it, at first. But I started noticing something bizarre. He can finish my sentences. He isn’t surprised or caught off-guard by me. I’ve never had to explain my thought process to him. My own mother has to ask me what I’m talking about all the time, but he just gets it. He’s never called me “special.” He doesn’t laugh at the way I act. He doesn’t point out when I do something others would think of as outrageous. And, for the first time in my life, I get to feel “normal.”

Imagine living your entire life breathing smog and secondhand smoke. Then one day, someone drives you up to the mountains in the middle of nowhere and you breathe fresh air for the first time. Your reaction is probably along the lines of:

“What the FUCK is this? Do other people know about this?? …They do? …Wait, some people get to experience this all the time?”

You find out not only that there are people who have never had to breathe smog, but that you were missing out on fresh air without even knowing it.

He’s my fresh air.

Unfortunately, he’s not interested in me, so my lungs are still full of smog.

But why, you ask, does feeling “normal” feel good?

Being “not normal” means you are constantly justifying, rationalizing, defending, and explaining yourself.

I just want to breathe.

[3cremepie3]

Realize

♥️Kobeni x fem reader smut 18+♥️

Synopsis - Kobeni didn’t realize you had a extra long tongue it was too late when she did

A/n - for @hoorayeureka thanks for being my first ask bby! Don’t be shy to ask again and again! This is the first time I wrote in first person on here hopefully y’all enjoy!

Warnings - oral (giving), squirting, semi public (i guess), slight dirty talk, praise

“Y/n was that okay?” I looked at her waiting for disapproval. “That was more than okay.” So I kissed her again this time it was an open-mouthed kiss that took my breath away. Kinda like the first time I saw her.

She snaked her hand up my shirt unclasping my bra while I worked on unbuttoning my white blouse. We didn’t break from the kiss the whole time lips too hungry to separate. It wasn’t until I had to take my shirt over my head.

She threw my bra to the floor along with my shirt and hers. Soon all of our clothes were forgotten on the ground scattered about my studio apartment. “What if someone comes in I didn’t lock my door,” I asked. “Then let them enjoy the show those perverts should learn how to knock.”

She was right but I was still pretty nervous goose bumps formed on my skin but quickly left as I became hot at the sight of her nude. She kneeled on top of me fully taking in my presence.

“I need to go to work tomorrow don’t leave bruises,” I asked. “You don’t want anyone to know that you belong to me?” She made a cute pouty face completely cute and different from her actions.

Her hands were hot across my breast warming up my hard nipples. Her mouth latched on to one of them sucking the hardened bud. She watched my reaction to see if was enjoying myself.

I was maybe even a little too much. “Your so sensitive Kobeni,” she laughed. I can’t say she wasn’t right my pussy was flowing and she hadn’t even got there yet.

But she was close now licking a trail down my stomach. “Your tongue Y/n?” Hmm, Kobeni?” She rose back up. “Never mind continue please!” It feels nice to see my sweet girl begging.”

“And your tongue feels nice on me so nice….” My mind wandered wondering what it would feel like in me. I didn’t have to wait long. She flicked the warm muscle around my clit a couple of times then dove in. I could feel my insides fluttering as she stuck it inside of me.

“Taste so good.” She mumbled making me blush heaver. I thought she was done adding more inside of me but she wasn’t she just kept going. My hands went to her hair grabbing tuffs of it.

I felt like I was spasming and she just put it inside of me. “Did you cum already beni?” No, but I-I’m close!” Very close.” Alright, then I’ll satisfy you.”

She pulled my legs closer so she can go deeper. Her slobber mixed with my juices covered her face. The focus in her eyes turned me on, even more, I couldn’t stop watching as her tongue moved in and out of me at an incredible rate.

“It’s so long ahh!” I moaned like a slut but I couldn’t help it when she was so deep. “Doing so we’ll for me Beni.” She squeezed my hand making sure I was okay.

And I understand why she did it I looked like a mess of makeup smeared, lips all red from being bitten, hands sore from grabbing too hard. But most embarrassing of all the sounds I was making.

The lewd dripping could be heard from anywhere. But at this point, I didn’t care. I was so close to orgasm to give a shit groaning deeply as she hit my G-spot over and over again. “FUCK!” I’m cumming. Oh god, I think I’m gonna….

Squirt. I squirted all over her face without warning. I let go of the harsh grip I held on her hair so She got up from laying.

“I’m so sorry Y/n!” That was hot I’m not complaining.” She wiped her face with a nearby towel. “Wanna go again,” she asked. “No, I already feel overstimulated.” You were way too good at that,” I laughed.

“Or maybe your just too sensitive Kobeni.” She spoke into my ear sending shivers up my spine. “See that’s what I’m talking about I saw you just now.” I turned around hugging her waist into mine.

“What’s your deal?” Nothing I just want to be close to you!” I can’t even touch you no more?” Sorry, it’s just that we haven’t seen each other in a while with your new job and all.”

“It pays well but maybe it’s not worth the danger.” You're right Y/n I was thinking of quitting there’s a new position at McDonald’s.” I should work there for the time being.”

“Whatever it takes to keep you safe,” she announced. We sat in a comfortable silence until I broke it. “You know I didn’t realize your tongue was that long.”

[eddiescorrodedcoffin86]

Beautiful Boy

Prev. Part: Seer

Creel Masterlist

Eddie Munson Masterlist

Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. No smut I just don’t want minors on my page. Cursing. For now that’s it. I am so sorry this took so long and I’m so sorry it kinda started to suck I’ve been in the dumps lately and when I write (if I manage to) it’s like draining every creative thought out but still only getting back bullshit, so, I hope you guys are enjoying this.

“Hey… hey are you ali- holy shit…” You came to to the sound of a soft voice and the feeling of knees hitting the ground beside you. “Uh… alright we gotta get you to the hospital.” The voice said, hauling you onto your feet as your eyes started to flutter open. “No..” you replied quickly. “N-no hospital.” The man the voice belonged to frowned at you. “What do you mean no hospital? Why not?”

“Papa… please… no hospital.” You begged weakly. You didn’t want Papa to find you, if you went to the hospital, he’d find you and you’d be stuck with him again. “O-okay…” you must’ve looked terrible, covered in dirt and blood with a terrified look on your face. “Okay no hospital…” you leaned heavily on the man, trying your best to help him carry you.

You were too weak, too tired, too hurt to be scared of him. If he was going to hurt you he would’ve done it when he found you, right? After about three minutes of walking he opened the backdoors of a van and helped you inside. “Uh… okay well I don’t know any first aid uh… my uncle does so just uh… just hold on till we get to my place, okay?”

He was fussing over you a little, piling clothes and blankets from the bed of the van behind and around you so you wouldn’t get jostled around too much. You nodded a little and closed your eyes tightly, crying softly when he bumped your leg, causing whatever was inside it to move and sink deeper into the meat under your skin.

“Sorry- sorry.” He must not have seen it, you were thankful your pants hadn’t gotten too messed up, they were keeping it hidden, no doubt. Once he had you settled in, he climbed in the front and started driving pretty recklessly. It wasn’t long before you were passing out again.

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You woke up to that sweet voice again. “Hey- oh thank god. Thought you died.” His laugh was even sweeter.. “Eddie.” An older man sighed and you looked at him, widening your eyes and moving back quickly, which was a mistake. Now that you were fully conscious you could feel every ache from being tossed around, and you could feel whatever was in your leg, just sitting there. "Hey- no it's okay. This is my uncle, remember I said he could help?"

You glanced at the man, and then back at 'Eddie' and hesitated a little before nodding slowly. "O-okay.." Eddie smiled and nodded. "Okay.." The older man cleared his throat again. "We need to get you inside, kiddo." You nodded again and let the men pull you out of the van, limping inside slowly, wincing with every step on your leg.

When they got you inside Eddie held you up while the older man pulled a rollaway bed from the corner and unfolded it, helping Eddie lay you on it. "Okay- obviously there's something wrong with your leg. You hurting anywhere else?" You shifted and cried out softly. "Tree- threw me against a tree- b-body aches." He nodded as he listened. "Who threw you against a tree?" you looked over at Eddie as he spoke and opened your mouth to formulate a lie before screaming out when the older man cut your pants leg and turned your leg.

"HOLY-" the man jumped back as you yelled out again, feeling movement under your skin as you sobbed. "Please! Get it out!" You sobbed. "Wayne what- OH FUCK." the two men were staring at your leg, wide-eyed as the tailend of whatever it was inside your leg, sticking out and wiggling. "GET IT OUT!" You screamed in pain, sobbing. Wayne and Eddie looked at eachother, then your leg, then back to eachother. "You pinch. I'll grab." Wayne instructed, showing Eddie where to pinch.

Eddie nodded and looked at your face, swallowing thickly and reaching out to pinch just under it, watching with wide horrified eyes as Wayne tugged up his sleeves and grabbed the slimey tail, putting his hand just under your knee as he started to pull it from your leg. You closed your eyes tightly, teeth clenching as you cried out, listening to the wet squelching as Wayne pulled the slug-like creature from your leg. You let out a loud, guttural scream, sitting up straight as the lights around you blew out while Wayne and Eddie both tried, and then finally, stomped on the slug. “What… the fuck… WAS THAT?!” Was the last thing you heard before you passed out. Again.

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When you woke up you were in an unfamiliar room on an unfamiliar bed. You sat up slowly and looked at your leg, turning it and tilting your head at the bandages around it before looking around, squinting at a white sheet with the words ‘corroded coffin’ written on it. When you heard muffled talking you looked towards the door and stepped back, when you realized they weren’t coming closer, you stepped towards the door and barely opening it to look out.

The young guy from the woods had his arms crossed and was looking down, talking lowly to the older man from earlier you assumed. You hesitated before climbing out of the bed and limping into the kitchen. “She said she couldn’t go to the hospital.” “Why?” “I don’t know she… she said something about papa… I think she’s running from her dad.” They fell quiet when the younger of the two, Eddie you now remembered, looked up and straightened up when he saw you.

“Hey- you should be sitting down.” He pulled a chair out at the table and helped you sit down. You thanked him quietly and looked between them hesitantly. “…. What happened to you, kid?” The older man, Wayne if you were thinking properly, moved closer to you as you took a deep breath. “I… I was at the mall…?”

“Is that a question?” He raised a brow before watching Eddie go to the cabinets and start looking around. You watched him for a second and then looked back at Wayne and shifted a little. “Look- I don’t know what- weird thing was going on with you last night but that didn’t have nothing to do with no fire.” He sounded a little impatient now and you couldn’t help but feel a little guilty. “I’m sorry about your lights I… I’d hoped it was a dream.”

“Mhm… so that was you?” He asked curiously. You nodded and picked at your nails. “I told you!” Eddie exclaimed, pointed a knife covered in peanut butter at Wayne. “I told you it was her- it happened as soon as you pulled the slug thing out, as soon as she screamed.” He looked at you and brought the sandwich over. “So you’ve got like- powers, right?”

You opened and closed your mouth. “I… I did… I think last night that… I think that was everything I had left.” You said softly, frowning at your hands. The tingle was completely gone now, you felt.. normal. Like when you woke up from your coma at the lab. “Oh.. well that sucks- ow.” Eddie glared at Wayne when the older man slapped him on the shoulder. “Eddie.” He scolded as you shook his head.

“He’s right.” You sighed heavily. “It sucks i… I haven’t been without my powers in a very long time… without Papa I’m not sure I can get them back so… it’s going to be a difficult adjustment…” you picked up the sandwich and looked at it for a moment before taking a bite, smiling slightly, your mother used to give you peanut butter sandwiches. Before Papa killed her.

“Papa… Eddie says he’s why you don’t wanna go to the hospital.. you run away from home?” You looked up and frowned a little. “Um… something like that, yeah.” You said softly. “Papa… he tests on me and he’s… mean when I can’t… get things right I… I don’t want to go back.”

"Eddie frowned deeply. “Is Papa like… your actual dad?” You shook your head a little. “No.” You looked down. “He’s… he’s somewhere else.” You cleared your throat. Eddie frowned deeply. “Is Papa like… your actual dad?” You shook your head a little. “No.” You looked down. “He’s… he’s somewhere else.” You cleared your throat. "I.. I will find somewhere else to go." You said softly, standing up.

Eddie frowned and stood up, both him and Wayne reaching out to touch your arms and coax you into sitting back down. "No, kid. you can stay here we..." Wayne sighed. "We'll work something out." You nodded hesitantly and Wayne rubbed his face slowly. "I have to be at the factory so I... I need to get going. Will you two be okay-" there was a knock on the door, more like a pounding, really. You jumped and moved away from the door, eyes wide.

Eddie stood up and gently grabbed your arm. “Come on.” He said softly, gently pulling you around the wall, sending your discomfort. “Stay there. Don’t panic it’s probably just the lady next door looking for Mittens.” He went over as Wayne opened the door.

‘Mittens?’ You mouthed to yourself, listening intently. “Goodmorning, gentlemen, we’re sorry to bother you so early.. but I was wondering if you’ve seen either of these girls.” You didn’t recognize this woman’s voice, but regardless it sent chills up your spine.

It was quiet for a moment and you thought for sure they were going to turn you over. “Why are their heads shaved?” Eddie’s question went unaddressed. “I don’t believe so. Why’re you lookin for em? They look harmless.” You let out a slow breath as Wayne spoke, closing your eyes.

It was quiet again before the woman spoke. “That’s something I can’t share with you. What about you? You seen either of them? You look about this one’s age.” “Nope.” “Well you hardly looked. Look again.”

It was quiet, you could feel the tension in the air as the floor creaked, you guessed it was from Eddie leaning in to ‘look again’. “Nope.” He popped the p this time and the floor freaked again as he straightened up.

“Hmm… alright, well, I’ll leave my card, you see either of them. Give me a call?” Wayne gave a gruff ‘mhm’ before you heard the door close. You didn’t move from your spot, leaning against the wall with your eyes squeezed shut.

Eddie stepped in front of you with a deep frown. "They're with that Papa guy you're scared of, aren't they?" You opened your eyes and looked up at him as you nodded hesitantly. "Yes..."

"They had guns, but they weren't police." Wayne dropped the card with the woman's number in the trash can and turned to face you as he spoke, folding his arms. "We'll make sure they don't get you, kid. They looked like bad news." You nodded and took a deep breath. "Thank you."

"I gotta get to work still. You two stay here, don't open the door, don't open the curtains. Nine- you stay out the windows, they're probably gonna ask everyone if they've seen you." You nodded and with that Wayne looked between the two of you and sighed before grabbing his little metal pale and walking out the door.

You sat back down at the table and scratched at the surface of it, chewing on your lip. "You uh.. you can take a shower if you need to. I don't have any clothes that will fit you but they'll be better than what you're wearing." He eyed your dirty, ripped clothes as you nodded. "Okay."

He smiled softly and motioned you to follow him as he went to the room you'd woken up in, you stood at the door and watched him get clothes for you to wear. You still weren't sure about these two, sure you'd been unconscious for God knows how long with them just walking and existing around you without hurting you, but you were still cautious and scared. The last time you trusted someone he kept secrets from you.

Eddie spun around with the clothes in his hand and smiled at you. "Here. The showers right in here- I'll get the water started for you, it's kinda tricky." He chuckled and stepped into the bathroom, he grabbed some clothes off the floor and after messing with the water for a minute he stepped back. "Alright go ahead, towels are under the sink, I'll be right in the living room so if you need anything just yell and I'll hear you."

You nodded and held the clothes close to your chest as he stepped out of the room. When he went to close the door you grabbed it to stop him. "Not all the way.. is that okay?" You asked softly. He seemed confused but nodded and let go of the handle. "Yeah, sure, I'll be right out there." He motioned to the living room and smiled softly before going to sit on the couch.

You took a deep breath and let go of the door handle before pulling off your clothes, looking at the makeshift bandage on your leg and taking a deeper breath before you stepped into the shower, just as you did Eddie knocked on the door. "Um- hey I uh.. I actually forgot about your leg, you probably shouldn't get it wet yet so.. I brought a bag for you to wrap around it." You blinked a couple times and nodded slowly. "Okay.. thank you.." You slowly took the bag and smiled to yourself, slowly wrapping it around the makeshift stitches as carefully as possible so you wouldn't rip them since the flesh there was already a little mangled.

You got in the shower and took a deep as you let the water fall over you, washing off all the dirt and grime that covered you. You hadn't even looked in the mirror yet, you knew you had to look disgusting, you can't imagine why Wayne and Eddie would actually take care of you, but you were grateful.

Once you were clean and the water had been ice cold for a while, you turned off the water and climbed out, and finally looked in the mirror. You leaned closer to examine your expression.

You'd only seen it once in a mirror when you were... there. With him. You were older, you'd only seen it when you first got there, you'd gone wandering without him and looked in the mirror of Nancy's Wheeler's house while looking for her, for anyone. Your cheeks were slimmer and your hair was a lot longer, your body was fuller and curved in areas it hadn't been.

You spent a few minutes just looking at yourself before stepping back and putting on the clean clothes Eddie had given you. They were comfortable and smelled like him. He smelled nice.

The rest of your day with Eddie had been spent watching whatever movies were on tv, if it wasn't the first part he would spend the whole movie catching you up on the first one, leaning close and whispering so he wouldn't disturb the fact that you were trying the watch the one that was on as well.

Eddie treated you differently from most of the people you've come in contact with. He didn't expect you to do something for him, or try to use your powers in any way. it was nice to be normal. Even if, in the back of your head, something was creeping in that was anything but normal.

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going back to the institutionalized/dehumanized a/b/o verse

"I wish I could do something better for Amrod", Maedhros said.

"He'll be home in a couple days," Fingon replied, and began rubbing his omega's shoulder soothingly. "No one will hurt him, with Feanor and Amras there to watch over him."

"Maybe not, but heat is still terrible without a bondmate."

“He’ll be fine, that’s what the heat hotels are for. And your father did a good job of navigating you through them; even got you bred by your bondmate in advance.” Fingon nipped at Maedhros's ear.

Maedhros whined, then asked, "What were the heat hotels like, for you?"

"No anywhere near as good as having a bondmate. So obviously designed by betas, with more concern about keeping alphas from causing problems than about pleasure in my time there. Overall, a bit of a tease."

"A tease?"

“Definitely. There’s this nice handsome omega, dripping with slick, and I only get to knot them once. Right at the moment my knot’s gone down enough to bask in the afterglow, maybe play with their cock or work a finger in their hole alongside my cock, I’m pulled away to another omega. There’s no time for anything but the most basic sex, the omega can’t suck my balls or lick my knot because they’re too desperate to get fucked, and their mouth is covered beside. The gags mean I can’t even tell them what I want to do to them, and can barely hear their reaction. Do you know, before we bonded I thought you were quiet in bed?”

“I just prefer to use words rather than the garbled whining you can make around a gag.”

“Yes, you’re very articulate in heat.” Fingon teased. “Begging for my cock, or sometimes just ‘more’ but you can’t think of what. Still much hotter than just lying there silently.”

“I wasn’t trying to make you say how glad you are that we’re bonded.”

“I am though. Were you trying to get me turned on? Because you did that too.”

“No. I want to tell you it was like at the heat hotel for me.”

“Hmm, and you don’t expect talking about how you got pounded to turn me on?”

“It might, but I need you to understand. Especially since Amrod still has to go there.”

“All right I’m listening.”

“The heat hotel was better than being left alone in a room, I suppose. But I was in an unfamiliar place every time, smelling of nothing until I’d been there long enough for it to smell of a dozen strange alphas. It never quite satisfied, to have an alpha show up for an hour or so. Sure, a knot chased away the worst of the heat, but I couldn’t relax at all, couldn't let go and just experience the moment; I was always aware that this alpha would abandon me and a new alpha was about to come through the door. The closest it came to being good was when I was bred there, knowing for once that this had a purpose.”

"That does sound bad." Fingon placed his hand around Maedhros's neck, feeling the pulse and reassuring Maedhros that he definitely belonged to the alpha now, whatever had happened in the past. "Would it have helped to have your own bedding? Or to have a friend in the room, rather than the hall? Amras does go along as another guardian, and I think Feanor has given up on him not seeing sex."

"A familiar scent might help? I'd have all these strange alphas in space that felt like mine, so it would be more invasive but less disorienting. And I doubt a beta in the room would help at all."

"Well, I won't give you up even for a week, so Amrod unfortunately can't have a familiar omega in the room."

Maedhros nodded. "I can bundle up his sheets and such next time, so they don't have your scent on them and annoy the alphas."

"Good idea. You also can't go because any alpha who saw you in a heat hotel would go for you first, and Amrod would never even get knotted." Fingon pulled Maedhros into his lap.

"Fingon! Be serious, Amrod would be in heat and naked and I'd be fully clothed."

"Just like his first heat, where I pinned you to the floor while Amrod whined in emptiness twenty feet away."

"We're bonded, it's different."

Fingon paused for a moment and adopted an expression of deep thoughtfulness, then shook his head. "Nope. You're simply that hot." Fingon dragged Maedhros's tunic off. "The absolutely-" Fingon nipped Maedhros's collarbone and trailed lower "most" bite "fuckable" bite "omega" bite "in all" bite "the world" Fingon reached Maedhros's nipple and held on.

Maedhros moaned, and was very thoroughly distracted from worrying over Amrod.

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Fingon didn't forget what Maedhros had said though. He came up with a plan to make Amrod's next heat better, and shared it with Maedhros.

Maedhros was a bit concerned, but it really did seem like it would comfort their son. And if Amrod didn't like it, he could always go back to the heat hotel the next time.

Fingon told Amrod to come to him or Maedhros at the start of his next heat, not Amras or Feanor. The rest of the details would wait - best for Amrod not to worry too much in advance.

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"Fingon Ada?" Amrod knocked on the door frame as he entered the courtyard.

Fingon had been climbing the oak tree, but swung down at Amrod's call. "What is it? - Oh little omega, you are so sweet and ready."

Fingon had obviously figured it out as soon as he got downwind of Amrod, but Amrod nodded anyway. "I'm in heat, and you said to tell you before I go the heat hotel with my guardians."

"That's right. We're doing something different this time for your heat." Fingon took Amrod's hand and led him into the house. "Maedhros is going to bring some of your bedding so it smells like you."

Amrod followed; Fingon's explanation covered why they weren't going to Amrod's own bedroom, but were instead entered the master suite.

Maedhros was reading in front of the fire. "Hello Fingon. Hello Amrod." He set his book down to kiss Fingon on the lips.

Fingon raised his free hand to the back of Maedhros's head, and didn't let him up until they were both gasping for air. "Amrod's in heat again. Bring his pillows in here."

"Yes Alpha."

"Good boy."

Amrod bit his own lip to keep from moaning. He tried to ignore that he was holding the hand of a half naked alpha - Fingon didn't wear a tunic to exercise - in the alpha's bedroom. But it was difficult when Fingon kept saying things like that, even if not to him. Amrod was so focused on controlling himself that he didn't even notice where he was walking until he was backed up against the bed. "Ada?"

"Shh, no need to worry my omega. I'm here."

"Why did you take me to your bed?" It smelled good, the familiar scents of Amrod's parents mingled with sex. But Amrod didn't want to relax in it when any minute he'd be told to climb in the carriage and go to the heat hotel.

"I told you we're doing something different this heat. You're my omega, and I'm going to fuck you and knot you as much as you need. No strange places, no parade of unfamiliar alphas."

Amrod blushed. "What about Maedhros?"

"He'll be back soon with your bedding. And then in a nest of all our scents you can let go and let me claim you."

Amrod instinctively tilted his head back, though the thick leather collar meant his neck wasn't actually bare for the alpha to bite and bond. "He won't mind?"

"Why should he? He'll be here the whole time, and can watch me take care of our son. Now strip and lay down."

Amrod pulled off his outer robe, but the laces on his tunic seemed to have tangled into one giant snarl, and he fumbled with it for several seconds.

"Nevermind that, we can take off your top when I'm inside you." Fingon instead reached for Amrod's crotch, unfastening his pants in seconds and brushing against his dick.

Amrod whined, and Fingon reach further back, fingers dipping between Amrod's cheeks.

"You're so wet for me, practically dripping and you haven't even seem my cock yet."

"I want to. I want your cock alpha, want you to push me down and breed me. Knot my hole and fill me up until I'm bursting."

Fingon growled and shoved two fingers inside Amrod. "Oh, I will. But I told you to get on the bed. Lay on your back and spread your legs." Fingon pulled his fingers out and gave a sharp swat to Amrod's ass.

Amrod scrambled back quickly and tried to get in position. His half removed pants still stuck around his knees stopped him for a moment, and Amrod blushed as he took them off all the way. Then he spread as far he could, knees bent and feet braced against the bed to show his hole to his alpha. He raised his face forward to see whether Fingon liked it.

"Absolutely gorgeous," Fingon said. He pushed Amrod's tunic up to his armpits and bit his belly.

"Did I miss anything interesting?" Maedhros asked with amusement as he walked in carrying nearly a dozen pillows.

"Not at all, you're just in time for the main event." Fingon pulled off his own trousers, revealing his hard cock with the knot already visibly enlarged at the base.

Amrod moaned.

"He is magnificent, isn't he?" Maedhros said. "Just relax though, and our alpha will take good care of you."

Fingon walked up to the bed and pushed Amrod's knees even wider, settling between them and pinning Amrod thoroughly to the mattress

"Normally you're in heat for a few hours on the carriage ride before you get knotted. So Fingon might feel a bit bigger than you're used to." Maedhros said hurriedly when he realized Fingon wasn't going to slow down.

"Don't worry though, you can take it." Fingon said. "My sweet little omega, made just for me."

Fingon thrust into Amrod in one long stroke. Amrod's moan of pleasure turned into a whimper at the end, but Fingon leaned down to capture his lips. Amrod's answering kiss was sloppy and unskilled, but that made sense - all his times with other alphas had been wearing a mask and a gag.

Fingon lets his hands wander over Amrod's body, calming his son and learning every part of him. Soon Fingon began to thrust, quickly finding Amrod's prostate and hitting it every time.

Fingon's knot was growing, stretching Amrod's hole more with every stroke. Amrod was indeed less loose and less slick than normal, but Fingon was very good at taking his mind off any discomfort, with lips and fingers exploring all of Amrod's most sensitive spots.

Amrod came after only a few minutes, sum spattering both his belly and his alpha's Fingon thrust a few more times and then ground his hips, letting Amras's hole clenching in orgasm bring him over the peak as well. Fingon let himself collapse nearly on top of Amrod, catching himself on his forearms and thoroughly shielding Amrod from the world.

Maedhros gave them only a few moments to recover. He trailed kisses across Fingon's shoulders, reminding his alpha he was there but not demanding a reply.

Amrod was the first to speak. "Thank you alpha."

Fingon chuckled slightly, but said, "The pleasure is very much mine. We raised a very polite son, didn't we Maedhros?"

"Yes we did. Amrod, would you like help with the laces?"

Amrod looked again at his tunic, and sighed. "Yes, I can't see well enough to untie it from this angle."

Fingon leaned back so that Maedhros would have enough space, making both him and Amrod moan as Fingon's cock shifted inside the young omega. "What about you love? Are your clothes stuck as well?"

"No, I just though one of us should be dressed in case we need to talk to Feanor, or to get something from another room."

"Feanor has already seen you naked plenty of times, and you can always put something on later if it's needed. I'm taking these off you." Fingon was as good as his word, and pulled Maedhros's pants down immediately. The shirt required a little more coordination, but Maedhros let go of the laces on Amrod's tunic long enough to get his own over his head and arms.

"Should someone tell Feanor?" Amrod asked after a few minutes of the three of them lying on the bed together.

"He or Amras will notice you're not at dinner in a few hours," Fingon said. "There's no point in getting them involved sooner."

"But - shouldn't my guardian know I'm in heat and need care?"

"I'm your alpha, and quite capable of caring for you right here."

"My love," Maedhros said, "how much did you actually explain?"

"Enough to calm Amrod down and make him stop worrying about beta-style relationships."

Maedhros rolled his eyes and kissed Fingon's chin, darting back out of reach before Fingon could start making out with him. "Amrod, you're not going to the heat hotel. Fingon is going to stay with you the whole time, in this room, and knot you as often as you want. When your heat is over, you'll get to decide what you want next time, either Fingon the whole time or a typical the heat hotel."

"But I thought alphas hated letting anyone but them fuck their bondmates?"

"Yes, which is one of several reasons why Fingon isn't bonding you, and the collar is staying on. You also aren't going to get bred this heat; the Song on your womb remains as it has been."

Amrod nodded, and looked up at Fingon. It was a novelty to be able to read the expression of the alpha inside him, perhaps they all looked this smug once they finally knotted him. But he doubted they were as beautiful as his ada.

"I'm still surprised Feanor agreed to this idea, he likes traditional stuff like the heat hotel."

"Feanor is smart enough not to pull me away from my omega once I've already knotted," Fingon said.

"Wait did you not tell him?"

"Like I said, I'm going to take care of you. If you don't want this again I won't force you, but no one was going stop me from giving you a good heat for once."

"But-"

"Besides, non-traditional can be fun. Maedhros, kneel over his face, ass towards me."

"Is this going where I think it is, alpha?" Maedhros asked as he made his way across the truly inordinate number of pillows.

"Yes. You're going to show Amrod how much an omega enjoys it is when an alpha puts his tongue in your hole, even though it's much smaller than a cock."

"Oh yes, alpha!"