#anon you have no idea how PUMPED i was to see someone else on the same wavelength as me re: uncanny valley

[tarjapearce]

Lips anon! Imagine Miguel having a nightmare about some other man putting his hands on his wife. He wakes up pissed and takes it out on her. Growling that she's his and that no one else will have her. Rough, possessive fucking. But the wife doesn't mind because he's hitting all the good spots lol (good ol' doggy style and mating press 🤭)

👀👀👀. FILTHYNESS UNDER CUT.

P. d. About time they got some 😂

Your moans just turned erratic, needy and begging. He could only watch. What was happening?

Your breath hitched and he knew. He knew how your breathings turned when you were about to come undone.

No. Another breathless whimper

No. NO.

Someone was fucking his wife and it wasn't him. Rage boiled inside, nostrils flaring when you came undone. Just when he was about to see who provoked such things on you, he jolted awake. Fist clenching the sheets, cock painfully hard between his legs and sweat covering his chest, a wet stain on his shirt.

A bad dream.

He had seen how other men stared at you, how they gawked at you back at the pool. There wasn't time to show you were only his. The idea of someone else having you? No.

It revolted his stomach in utter rage. He couldn't. No. He stood and removed his shirt, to then lock your room. You were on your side of the bed, sleeping. You'd never leave him, thats for sure.

A little moan.

He growled and he approached. Who was making your moan like that? He wasn't a possessive man, until he fucked two babies into you and gave him the best time of his life so far.

Carefully he pulled the sheets off your body, you stirred and smiled lazily

"Go back to sleep. I wanna cuddle you." You mumbled and patted the space next to him.

"Can't sleep." He grumbled and took a hold of your ankle and pulled you down the bed. A little surprised squeal left your lips. Heart pounding in your chest as he slid nonchalantly a hand inside your pants, fingers dexterously parting and exploring your folds. You were soaked.

"Heard you moan. Who was it?"

"W-What?"

"Who had you moaning like that? "

He was out of himself, you couldn't help but giggle at his question. Something that stopped when he pulled your pants down, nearly tearing them in the process. His eyes stalked yours, to assert his eye contact.

"N-None but you I swear!" Trouble was a little word to actually describe what you had gotten into. Your eyes drifted to his groin and widened in alarm at his girth. He was big, but seeing it, outlined, constricted in his pants made you catch your breath. He leaned closer, his grip on your ankles tightening slightly.

"Liar." He mumbled and flipped you over. Red eyes glinting with such hunger it made your skin shiver as he spanked you so hard it stung. Handprint drawn in your right butt cheek. He melded you like a rag doll. Ass up high, chest flat on the mattress, legs separated by his frame. You clenched the sheets in anticipation.

"No sabes el coraje que me da cuando otros pendejos te desean" (You don't know how angry I get when other fuckers want you.)

He pumped a couple of times his girth and slid it in one go into your snug and squelching cunt. You whimpered at the fullness of your womb. He propped a leg on the bed, his foot supporting on the mattress as he still towered over you, holding you in place by your hips as his other foot remained on the floor for leverage.

"-Gimiendo mientras otro te toca" (Moaning as someone else touches you.)

He wasn't nice to your soaked hole. Your knuckles went white at the sheer force you held on the sheets. Chin rubbing furiously, up and down the sheets. You could only hear the loud and wet incessant slappings of your flesh being mercilessly punished for a crime you certainly hadn't committed.

He pounded into you with abandonment, his lips moved but you were too cock drunk to actually try and understand, all you knew is that he was pissed.

"Mi... Mig-" You bit the sheets, drowning a high pitched wail that rasped in your throat. His large hand pushed your head further in the mattress, making you arch your spine in a perfect angle to bully his cock into you.

"F-Fuck" your hands flailed to try and get a a hold of his leg. Your whole body lurched forward at every rough, and pitiless thrust.

`Oh my god' you mouthed, unable to voice the searing pleasure to bit harder every time he rammed into that spot only his cock could, ass bounced deliciously against him, he could see your slick coating and soaking his manhood. Pussy clenching so tightly around him, melded to his size, a perfect pussy sleeve for him.

Your eyes rolled back as pleasure drowned you.

You growled as your body went taut, coming all over him.

"Think I'm done with you? Oh no, no. No te la vas a acabar conmigo, chiquita" (A threat done) He growled into your ear

He flipped you over again, you sobbed as he folded you in half and pulled you closer to his groin. Your tiny frame embraced by both his arms, locking your trembling legs in his forearms, your knees at every side of his neck. His cock stretched you impossibly deep.

Whining, you wrapped your weak arms around his neck. Angry eyes locked with your pleading ones.

A silent fuck me.

A wicked smirk appeared on his lips, his fangs baring. A thrust. Your air was knocked out of you as he pushed in.

His mouth assaulted yours. Teeth pulling and fangs prickling at your bottom lip, tugging. He stared at you with a malicious smirk. Proud of your tousled looks. Your nails dragged on his back, scratching, encouraging him to move his hips.

All you could see and feel was him. Your mouth gaped open as his arms cradled you tighter and just when you though he couldn't be rougher, his cock proved you wrong.

"¿Crees que otro cabrón te va hacer sentir como yo? No." (You think another son of a bitch will make you feel like I do?)

Your whole body shook underneath him, your toes curled at every plunge he did. You felt dizzy. His body heat had drenched you sweat, your lungs demanded for air, air that he kept knocking out of your ribcage. It was maddening, the way he clung to you was possessive, his moan ands growls turned almost animalistic, his fangs sunk into your neck and for a second you were sure that you had said Hi to God himself as your orgasm crashed hard.

Your body convulsed, as ragged pants fanned the crook of his neck. He loved when he painted your walls white as your insides smooched him.

"Eres mía" (You're mine)

[honeybeefae]

Nesta and Eris love triangle

smut number 9 🫣

Flames of Silver (Nesta x Reader x Eris)

Summary// You have been playing a dangerous game for the last month. It started with harmless flirting between Nesta and Eris, never veering too close to the sun, until one night during an Autumn Court ball, you realize not only that you were not playing the game alone but that you had just lost.

(First ACOTAR fic in a while and I am SO PUMPED. 4,720 words later and here it is! I love Nesta, I love Eris, I want them both to rail me simultaneously so this was a very self-indulgent fic. Thank you to the like-minded anon who requested this I love you <3 Enjoy!)

WARNINGS: Smut, 18+, Spanking, Cum Eating, Dom/Sub, Overstimulation

The invitation to the ball had been no surprise to you. Eris had been boasting about it for weeks, claiming in his letters that it would bring about a new era of the Autumn Court. You had rushed to tell your High Lord, Helion, who was already planning to attend after receiving his invitation from the Lady of Autumn. 

You had given him a curious look, raising an eyebrow, and he quickly turned that look around on you by asking why Eris Vanserra had sent you an invite. Helion smirked when you fumbled for an excuse and left to prepare, warning you not to play too close with fire as the door slammed shut behind you.

He had very little idea of just how close you were to getting burned by not only Eris but someone else, someone who you would argue would be even more dangerous if pissed off.

Nesta Archeron.

When you met her, you already had somewhat of a flirting relationship with Eris, but you couldn’t resist her temptation. She was an enigma, a storm in the middle of the ocean that only the bravest sailors would dare to tread. Or the dumbest of ones. Which category did you fall in? You weren’t sure, but you knew from the moment she gave you an ounce of attention that she had you hook, line, and sinker. 

Just like Eris. The two of them were so similar in their actions and words. How could you not fall for both? Each one could easily make you feel like you were the only person to exist, each one giving you exactly what you needed. You had been trying to make sure you never got too close with either, not wanting to go too deep in fear of hurting one, but that line was getting blurrier by the day.

Even now, as the day of the ball finally had come, you were reading over a letter from Nesta asking if you were available tonight. It hurt to tell her no but you had already agreed to this ball with Eris. Your heart felt like it was being torn in two as both seemed to be demanding your attention more and more over the last few weeks. 

You needed to make a choice. You could string them along no longer, as it would only break everyone’s heart. But which would you choose?

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The imposing architecture of the Forest House sends a chill down your spine as you step out into the chilly air, following your High Lord as the rest of your group falls in line beside you. Your stomach had been in knots the entire ride over here, and it only seemed to get worse the further you went into the building. 

Laughter and music echo around the halls as you stop in front of the grand mahogany doors of the ballroom. The smell of a feast made your mouth water as you made sure your outfit was perfect, knowing Eris was waiting for your appearance. 

Tonight, you will have to decide which fae you want to court, but for now, as the doors open and the warm lights of the room welcome you, you are going to enjoy the peace while it lasts. 

Helion walks in first, greeting everyone with a warm smile and a wave before he goes off in search of his Lady. You follow swiftly, nodding to the servants as you scan the room for the red-haired male. It only takes you a moment to spot him, standing by the throne with his crown atop his head, but who you see beside him makes you falter.

And the peace you entered with shatters.

Nesta turns her head to look in your direction, her smile dangerous as she gingerly taps Eris on his shoulder and nods towards you. He smirks, amber eyes matching the tone of Nesta’s smile as he raises his head in greeting. 

Fuck.

You immediately turn around, hoping Helion is miraculously waiting for you, only to find him still engrossed in his conversation with the Lady of Autumn. The tightness in your chest continues to grow as you spin back around, looking for anyone or anything that could buy you time to escape, until you realize Nesta is heading straight towards you.

“Why, dove, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.” Her voice is sickly sweet as she grabs your arms, turning you so that she is now blocking the exit. Damn it. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m-” Your voice cracks, and you flush in embarrassment, clearing your throat and straightening your spine as you try again. “I’m alright, Nes. I just got a little dizzy. I did not know you would be here tonight. When you wrote me, I assumed you had other plans.”

She smiles again, her eyes dancing with amusement as you refuse to hold her gaze. “I did, but they fell through, so I tagged along with the rest of the Court. However, I don’t recall you mentioning anything about a ball in your rejection.”

The pounding of your heart seems to drown out the music as you fumble for an excuse, frowning. “It was a last-minute thing, Nesta. I am so sorry. Of course I would have invited you if I had-”

“Known?” A sweet, sardonic voice repeats behind you. “You’ve known about this event for weeks now, pet.”

Dread pours over you like cold water as you turn to look up at Eris, dressed in his finest suit, while he looks down at you with the faintest hint of a smile. You swallow, mouth suddenly dry, as you realize you are now stuck between the two sides of your indecisive heart. 

“I…” You trail off, looking between the two of them. “I didn’t realize you two knew each other this well.”

“Oh, we just recently started getting closer.” Nesta waves her hand dismissively, taking a sip of her wine. “Isn’t that right, Eris?”

“Yes, we found out we both had something very similar in common.” He agrees, handing you your own goblet, which you down without a moment's hesitation. “It seems we are being played by the same woman. Someone’s been bad.”

You choke on the wine, covering your mouth as your eyebrows raise to the top of your head. “Played? What do you mean played?” Your voice is bordering on hysterical. This is not how you wanted things to play out. 

Suddenly, an icy, soft hand grips your chin and turns you until you look into Nesta's steel-blue eyes. “Do you think us stupid, dove? That we wouldn’t figure out your little game?” She frowns and it breaks your heart, your mouth flying open to explain before your brain can tell you to shut up. 

“It wasn’t a game!” You protest, shaking your head vehemently. “I-I swear it was never a game. Not between us,” You say, looking at Nesta before turning to Eris. “Nor us. I didn’t mean for this to get out of hand, for anyone to get hurt, I just-”

“Just what, pet?” Eris cocks his head, his jaw clenching. 

“I couldn’t choose between the two of you. You are both so similar and yet so different. I met you,” You gesture towards the High Lord of Autumn, smiling wistfully. “And you swept me off my feet with your sarcasm and wit…and then I met Nesta, who did the same, only with her passion and fury. I wanted you both. I still do, and I know that is impossible, that you must hate me, and I understand.” 

The shame you feel for stringing them both along threatens to swallow you whole as they share a look over your head, one that you miss due to keeping your eyes on the floor until their mocking laughter makes you jump and look up in surprise. 

“Look at her face, Eris,” Nesta coos, stroking a hand down your bare arm. “She looks as if she is about to burst into tears.”

“As she should. It might teach her a lesson in being greedy.” He responds darkly, seizing your wrist and pulling you into his chest. “You have been very bad, pet. Very bad and very greedy.”

Your face must give away your confusion as you blink blankly at the redhead, trying to figure out if this is a game or if you are about to be called out in front of the entire room. What were they doing?

Nesta’s slender frame presses up against your back as you feel her lips ghost against the shell of your ear, sending a pleasurable thrill down your spine as she whispers, “Go upstairs to Eris’s room. You know which one. And when you arrive, we want you to strip down and kneel by the edge of the bed.”

We?

You lick your lips, trying to form a sentence until you give up and mutter the only word that matters. “We?”

“Yes. We.” Eris confirms, a sinful smile on his red lips as he releases you all at once. You stumble back, barely catching yourself before you fall on your ass and look between the two of them. “Go.”

It wasn’t a request. It was an order. One that Nesta was nodding along with. You turn and leave numbly, going over the whiplash of conversation that just happened, and it doesn’t hit you until you get to the stairs of what this meant.

They knew you were talking to them both. They knew you couldn’t choose. They had planned this. It wasn’t anger or sadness in their voices that you thought you heard…it was lust. And power. You had played right into their hands.

And you were excited. 

“I’m in way over my head…” You shake your head as you ascend the stairs and take the familiar route to Eris’s room. Time seems to slow as you arrive at the ornate door and slowly turn the brass knob, your fingers slightly trembling as you push the door open and peek inside. 

The room itself looks as it always has. A large four-poster bed against the back wall decorated with warm browns and vivid reds, a large fur pelt blanket at the end. His grand wooden desk was against the other wall, close to the fireplace, with a tall, plush chair directed towards the bed. 

As you scan the room, you almost miss it, the candlelight catching the array of objects that one of the two had laid out on the bedside table before you had arrived. You take a tentative step forward, mouth opening in shock as you see various ropes, paddles, and other things that make your skin flush and cunt clench.

What were they going to do to you?

You snap out of your thoughts when you hear heels clicking down the hall. Realizing you hadn’t followed instructions, you make quick work of your dress and underwear. The clothes fall haphazardly to the floor, and you barely kick them out of the way and kneel before Nesta opens the door.

“Hmm.” She hums, shutting the door behind her as she walks across the room. You clench your fists on your thighs, resisting the urge to look until two fingers find your chin and tilt it up. “You listen well, dove.”

The praise makes you shiver, your eyelids fluttering while she watches you for a moment longer before releasing your chin. You make a small sound in your throat but one sharp glare from her silences you. 

“Don’t pout. This is your own doing.” She chastises you, removing her long, silver gloves and draping herself across the chair you noticed earlier. “You will accept everything we give you with a ‘Thank you,” do you understand?”

“Yes.” You answer immediately, jumping when you hear the door open again. Eris’s tall shadow envelopes the entrance as he turns to lock the three of you inside, his gloves already removed as he lays them across the nightstand. 

“She was ready when you came in?” He asks over his shoulder, ignoring your existence as he removes his coat jacket. Nesta nods, shifting in her seat as the High Lord smirks and grabs your face roughly. “What’s your safeword?”

“I, um,” You falter, shying away from his gaze as you rack your brain. “Suriel.”

Nesta snorts but doesn’t say anything else as Eris grabs your arm and hauls you off, shoving you toward her. She catches you easily, positioning you to lay across her lap. “Stay still, little love. This is your first punishment.”

“First?!” Your voice is shrill as you struggle briefly, craning your neck to the side to watch as Eris considers which instrument to use on you. “How many am I getting?”

“However many we feel you deserve.” Eris snaps, grabbing a paddle and placing it in Nesta’s awaiting hand. “You think we would just let out off easy, pet? That we wouldn’t feel hurt about what you were doing?”

“I didn’t mean to-ah!” A shriek tears itself out of your lips as Nesta lands a sharp smack across your bare ass. The sting makes you wriggle, your nails digging into your palms as another two slaps follow in quick succession. 

“No excuses.” She hisses into your ear, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling until you are facing her again. “Show us your apology by giving this to us, by submitting to us, and we might forgive you.”

Your eyes search her face, looking for any deception, before you nod and bow your head. You care for them both, love them both, and you would do anything to be in their good graces again. 

“Okay…” You murmur, eyes squeezing shut when she delivers another blow of the paddle. 

“What do you say, dove?” Her voice is teasing again, and despite the pain, you feel the first trickles of pleasure flow through your body at her nickname for you. 

“Thank you!” You gasp out, tears starting to form in your eyes. 

They share another look over your head while Nesta rubs a soothing hand over your red cheeks, a reward for being good. You freeze momentarily when you feel another hand join, this one larger and calloused, but you feel it dip between your folds before you can look.

Eris kneels next to you as he runs the tip of his finger through your pussy, feeling the wetness that is only growing as he coos mockingly, “I knew you’d enjoy this, pet. Was this your plan all along? Did you want to be punished?”

Before you can shake your head, Nesta gives you another spank, only this time, as it lands, Eris harshly shoves two fingers inside of you and crooks them. The sensation is dizzying, and you can’t stop your hips from pushing up in search of more of it. 

Their chuckles fill your mind as they work your body expertly, giving you both pain and pleasure. You can feel Nesta shift again in her seat and your mouth waters as you imagine how wet she must be. Eris scissors your cunt and strokes your walls, his face heating up with desire at all the sounds you are making.

It takes only two more blows before they’ve had enough of the game. Eris pulls you off of her, forcing you to be on your hands and knees as he admires you from behind. You blush, feeling his hands groping your ass until your attention draws back to Nesta as she begins to undo the laces of her dress.

“Holy hells…” You whisper as the fabric falls and pools at her feet, the candlelight giving her an ethereal glow as she stands before you. “Nesta, you are so beautiful.”

“Such pretty words,” She smiles, reclaiming her seat on the chair before spreading her legs so you could see her glistening cunt. “But I can think of other things I want your mouth to be doing.”

You lick your lips subconsciously, looking back to Eris, who also seems captivated by her beauty until he feels your eyes and nods. “Go on, pet, show her how talented your tongue is.” 

No further encouragement is needed as you crawl towards her, rising so that you can bury your face between her thighs. One of her hands immediately falls to grasp your hair while the other grips the fabric of the couch. Your tongue greedily laps up her juices, moaning at the taste as the rustle of fabric behind you has your ears perking.

“How does it feel, Nesta?” Eris asks huskily, folding his clothes and putting them aside before returning to his spot behind you. “Is she showing you how sorry she is?”

“Oh, yes,” She gasps, her hips grinding against your face as you continue to eat her out. “You’ve trained her well. I could almost get over you having her first. Almost.”

She emphasizes the last word by giving a sharp yank to your hair, enjoying the cry of pain you give before she pushes your head back down. You feel emboldened to make it up to her, to make her feel good, and you use the tip of your tongue to flick over her hard clit. This causes her to moan louder, and you smile, doing it over and over again. 

You’re so busy focusing on Nesta’s pleasure that you forget Eris is behind you. However, he is quick to remedy that as you feel the head of his cock bump against your entrance. It takes you by surprise, but you instantly push your hips back, silently begging him to fuck you.

A low growl comes from his chest as he lines himself up and thrusts all the way into you with one rough shove. The stretch is painful and burning but you can’t find it in you to care. 

“Fuck!” You moan into Nesta’s cunt, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as Eris starts a brutal pace. Every thrust pushes you further into her, the entire bottom half of your face covered in her wetness as her cries grow louder. 

Eris’s hands come to grip your hips to hold you steady, the sound of his balls slapping against your sex making you shiver as he lands a sharp smack on your ass. You whimper, enjoying the pain, and he does it again. And again. And again.

“Take it, little whore,” He grunts, long hair falling into his eyes as he fucks you deep. “Cry for us, scream for us, let everyone in the hall hear how pretty you sound when you’re getting ruined.”

Nesta’s thighs start to tremble as you do exactly as he instructs, her nails digging into your scalp as she starts to rut against your face desperately. You can feel your orgasm building from Eris hitting your sweet spot, but before you can cling to that feeling, you hear Nesta scream out your name, her cum flooding your mouth as she holds you against her pussy. 

You lap at her like a kitten with cream, opening your eyes to watch her face contort in pleasure. The vision of her coming undone by your tongue is one you ingrain into your memory. After a few seconds, she relaxes and lifts you by the hair again, tilting your head left and right to see the mess she’s made of you. You smile at her, proud of your state, until Eris rips another moan out of you that makes your eyes screw shut. 

“Right there, Eris, gods-” You groan, looking back to watch him disappear into your tight hole. “I’m close.”

The coil in your stomach was tightening by the second but just as your vision gets fuzzy, the High Lord pulls out with a hiss. You couldn’t stop the whine even if you wanted to, pleas falling from your lips for more. 

It falls on deaf ears as Nesta shoves you off of her, making you fall backward onto your sore ass. You hiss, frowning, until Eris seizes your shoulders and turns you around to face him. He is standing now, fully naked, with his large, glistening cock hanging right in front of your face.

Whatever words you were about to say die in your throat as you swallow, your breathing growing shallow as you glance from his dick to his face. He’s got his signature scowl, and one eyebrow raises as he waits for you to do what you already know he wants.

You raise your hand tentatively, grasping his cock and giving it a small stroke. Eris’s hips follow your motion, and you repeat it, rising to your knees so that you can move more easily. He allows you a few seconds before he grabs the back of your head, his other hand grabbing his cock.

“Open for me, pet. Stick out your tongue.” He orders, smiling with his teeth when you follow obediently. You gaze up at him through your lashes as he slaps the head on your tongue a few times, smearing your own wetness over your mouth and cheek. “Such a good, obedient girl.”

“Mmmph!” You moan, swirling your tongue over the tip before he shoves himself inside you without warning. Instinctively, you gag, your eyes watering as he pulls out all the way and does it over and over again. You have to brace your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as he fucks your throat just like he fucked your cunt. 

Just as you feel like you’ve got it down, two hands roam over your shoulders and down your chest, cupping your breasts. Nesta’s scent surrounds you as she presses herself against you, toying with your nipples as she coos, “You look so pretty with his cock in your mouth, little dove. You were made for this.” 

Eris continues his assault on your mouth as Nesta works your body with her fingers, her lips trailing down your neck and over your ear while one of her hands drops to your sopping pussy. She brushes against your clit teasingly, and you moan around his cock, your hole clenching on nothing as she repeats the action agonizingly slow. 

“So desperate for us,” Eris growls, his hips beginning to stutter as he feels his orgasm rising from his spine. “Fuck, I’m going to cum in that filthy mouth of yours, and you are going to hold it. Understand?”

You try to nod, tears falling down your cheek as Nesta’s fingers speed up in time with Eris’s thrusts. She moves from your clit to push three long, slender fingers inside of you. In seconds she’s curling them to hit the spot, making you see stars just as Eris throws his head back and cums with a low groan of your name.

His seed coats your mouth, and you do your best to hold it in, feeling some of it leak out the corners of your mouth from just how much he cums. It’s tangy and musky, but you love how nicely it mixes with Nesta’s taste. Eris slows his pumping and gingerly pulls out, though he remains hard, lifting your chin to make sure you followed his directions. 

However, you can’t focus for long as Nesta nips your shoulder playfully, reminding you of her presence. You allow your head to fall back as she continues to fuck you with her hand, rolling your hips as you feel your orgasm build for the second time that night. 

Everything in you wants to cry out, to scream for more, but you know you can’t. You didn’t want to upset Eris more, but gods, Nesta’s fingers were heaven-sent. Just a little more, and you would….

She pulls them out just as you teeter to the edge, ripping your orgasm away with a cruel laugh. You sob, bucking your hips like a bitch in heat as you try to hold the feeling, but it’s no use. Instead, she kisses you fiercely and uses her tongue to scoop up Eris’s cum. 

The action makes you shiver, and she pulls back so you can watch her swallow it, her eyes flicking to Eris, who’s smirking at her. A thought crosses your mind briefly of the two of them ravishing each other in a battle for dominance, a sight you would give anything to see. 

Tonight was not that night, unfortunately, as a pair of strong arms lifted you and all but tossed you on the bed. You bounce, barely catching yourself before Eris is pulling you by the ankles until your ass is almost dangling off the bed. Nesta appears to the side of you, and looking at both of their expressions, you know your punishment is not over. 

“Beg for it. For us.” Eris demands, his hand dipping down to begin to rub your clit again. You were already so sensitive that even that small action had you getting close, but Nesta held your hips down, her eyes glaring down at you.

“Do it, dove. Beg for mercy. Beg for us to use your body, to fuck you stupid.” She snarls, twisting your nipples until your back arches, and you sob again. “Be a good girl and beg.”

You gasp, staring at them as the last shreds of your dignity disappear into thin air. “Please, please, use me!” You squeal, heart racing. “Let me cum, please, I’ve been so good. I’m so sorry! I’ll be a good girl, I promise, just-” You swallow, your throat constricting from the overstimulation. “I wanna cum, I wanna be good, please let me.”

There were a few moments where you thought they would continue their torture, continue taking joy in your pain, but all at once, they pull back, and the entire mood shifts. Nesta maneuvers until your head is in her lap, her voice soothing as Eris smiles down at you and begins to kiss your inner thighs softly.

Your whole body is shaking as he takes your clit into his mouth, sucking, before moving down to tongue at your cunt. Both of your hands fist into the bedsheet as you slowly start to roll your hips, your mind buzzing as Nesta plays with your tits again. The combination of both of them makes you feel a bliss you’ve never felt. If you died right now, you’d be happy.

It doesn’t take long to bring you to the edge as Eris’s tongue fucks you. Your soft moans turn to whimpers, the only warning they get before your body seizes and you arch off the bed. Nesta talks you through it, telling you how good you were for them, while Eris drinks everything you give him.

He pulls away when you start to squirm, not wanting to overwhelm you anymore. He and Nesta share a look as she pulls you further into the bed, shushing you as you mumble out another apology. 

“It’s okay, dove, you’re okay,” She soothes, brushing your hair out of your face. “You did so well for us. You were so good.”

A warm, wet something is felt between your legs, and you barely open your eyes to see Eris wiping you down, making sure to be gentle before he tosses it to the side and crawls to your other side.

“We could never stay mad at you, pet, not when you give us this.” He smiles, kissing your temple. “Sleep now. We’ll talk in the morning.”

You nod, nuzzling into Nesta’s bare chest while moving your arm to touch Eris as well. They both smile and rest against you, content. Tomorrow would bring new challenges and conversations, but tonight, you all could bask in each other and your shared bliss. 

[seakicker]

I have archon war rex lapis on the mind tonight so here’s something

Fertility deity darling running to beg for his protecting during the war. It was honestly a stupid idea. Rex Lapis want exactly known to be the kindest individual to people outside of his circle, after all. And really, it’s a miracle that darling was able to gain an audience with him, she had expected to be turned away, laughed at for even attempting any of this. But, for whatever reason, she had actually managed to win his approval and protection.

The reasoning as to why the cruel and unfeeling Rex Lapis took darling under his protection is unknown to all but him. The moment he saw the soft, plump body of his little fertility darling, he knew that he had to have her for himself. Her beautiful little body was just the spitting image of perfection and potential motherhood. Her sudden appearance in his life gave him a new fighting spirit. Winning his seat and then celebrating by pumping his darling full of his seed so he could admire her beautiful body full with his child was all he could think about for a long while.

(Also if you don’t mind, could I be 🍁 anon? Ily juju 🤍🤍🤍)

ALL OF THIS ALL OF THIS ALL OF THIS. MAN have i missed fertility archon darling au.... it's so juicy.... so rich.... so flavorful... like wagyu beef...

fem + chubby reader; it's not super nsfw but there are allusions to breeding and pregnancy. it's the holy trifecta of seakicker sin... chubby reader, breeding, and pregnancy. delicious. also warnings for a pretty obvious power imbalance between reader and zhongli as well as self-deprecation on reader's part.

the idea of a cold and unapproachable morax taking a sweet and nearly impossibly naive goddess reader under his wing is so delicious. he's not sure whether you approached him out of bravery or naiveite, but listening to you talk and beg for his assistance has caused him to believe it's the latter— if your adorable stuttering and inability to look him in the eye as you pleaded for his protection weren't dead giveaways, then your humble confession that you're not much for fighting certainly was. it was almost cute how easily you demeaned yourself in his presence... if it were anyone else, he would assume it's their attempt at flattery and buttering him up, but with you? it's honestly genuine.

when you tearfully confess that you've never fought even a day in your life because you've always stood for peace, prosperity, and love and that you've not once been put in the position to fight, he believes you. it's not your way of pandering to his strength and flattering him, it's a genuine confession of your own weakness that sort of... stirs a sense of pity in him. sweet and weak as you are, it's a rarity that someone comes to him and just honestly shares their desires, fears, feelings, and worries without the underhanded goal of manipulating him into acting a certain way. granted, rex lapis has always been much smarter than the rest of them and he can see the manipulation coming from a mile away, hence his ability to see that you're really being genuine.

how adorable. how sweet. how... innocent.

being granted an audience with rex lapis is no easy task— he's as busy as they come, always up to his eyes in work as preparations for the archon war ramp up. he'll turn those just looking for a bit of mora or a pardon for past crimes away with a shake of his head and a slight scowl; such incidents are well known amongst all the people of liyue and other gods alike. being a lower deity yourself whose influence is restricted to just a single region of liyue rather than all of liyue like him, you'd be lying if you were to say you were expecting him to grant you the opportunity to speak with him— surely he has better things to do than listen to the whinings of a nobody.

after your display of humility and pure anxiety over the days that are sure to come, there was but a moment before rex lapis rose from his throne, descended the shiny golden stairs to meet you, and kneeled down to your position on the floor to tilt your chin up with his fingers. following your desperate plea for his protection, you kneeled and looked down at the floor below amidst your shame and humiliation for asking such a thing of the rex lapis— some could consider it a gesture of respect, as you feel you're undeserving of looking him in the eye, some could consider it a display of submission and resignation before a god leagues and leagues more powerful than yourself, and some could consider it an act of cowardice, too afraid to see the look on his face in response to your request. would he laugh? would he shake his head in a silent request to leave his presence immediately? would he smirk at the pathetic display before him?

his fingers under your chin force you to look him in the eye once more, and there's not an ounce of arrogance or rage on his face. there's not much a hint of any emotion on his face— he's always been renowned for his ability to remain in control of his emotions, and such a talent is both impressive and chilling. you can't tell what he's thinking as he only looks you over, silently admiring the plump apples of your cheeks, the curve of your ample bust, and the span of your soft hips as he helps you rise to your feet once more. truthfully, he's been admiring you since the moment you stepped through those massive stone doors— though lust and desire aren't emotions rex lapis has frequently felt before, nobody could deny the allure of the sweet curves of the most darling little goddess of fertility he's heard so much about. with a soft belly filling out the front of your flowing robes, any man who looks at you is likely to only have one single thing on his mind.

"hold your head high," he whispers simply. "and carry yourself as a goddess ought to. i have heard your request, and i have made my decision."

you tremble under the intensity of his amber gaze, and he releases your chin in favor of crossing his arms over his chest. the way you part your lips to speak before deciding instead to hold your tongue to avoid speaking out of turn is genuinely adorable; you really are as innocent as they seem— he almost wants to think that this is your first day, uh, "on the job" as a goddess because you're just so adorably naive and pliant.

"and i shall grant you my protection."

you knew better than to press him on his decision and ask why he'd even waste his time with someone like you, worried that you may anger or offend him into changing his mind and dismissing you without a second thought. all that matters to you is that you and those who worship you will surely be safe under the protective arm of rex lapis, and all that matters to him is ensuring that the people of liyue will be able to prosper for years and years to come. war ravages people, homes, and livelihoods, and who better to help him eventually repair a war-shattered liyue than the very goddess who stands for prosperity, good harvests, and family life? he'll secure his seat as archon and then immediately get to work on rebuilding liyue with you at the center of his plan— you'll surely bring forth ample livestock, bountiful harvests, healthy children and loving families, and a new era in liyue's history.

a win-win for the history books indeed. you and your people get protection for the rest of your days and rex lapis gets a darling little wife to put an heir in as well as a prosperous liyue.

[psychoc1ty]

✧.* - "yes, mistress."

summary: you're in charge.

warnings: sub!johnny dom!reader, teasing, praising, edging, mama kink, uhhh idk what else

a/n: johnny is a sub??? mind blown | something small i saved in my drafts.. hi

req: anon

wc: 563 words

you were at work, and your shift was finally over, which meant you could go home. you called johnny once you got in the car, and he answered. you started to speak, "hey, baby. i just got done with work." johnny was heavy breathing, "hi, sugar.. it's so.. so nice to hear your voice again." you were confused if he was alright or not, "are you okay?" johnny got a hitch of his voice and spoke back, "i-i'm great."

you got confused even more because he was genuinely never like this on the phone. it was just now, "okay then.. uh.. i'll be home in like 10 minutes." he let out a whine along with a gasp, "i can't wait that long." at this point you started to get more worried, and got home quicker, "yes you can. i'll hurry." then you hung up on the phone. instead of 10, it was like 7.

you got your keys, unlocking the door. you went in, set your stuff down, and went to the bedroom just in case if this little situation was serious. all you heard was moans and whimpers, which you had no idea what he was doing. you didn't have much of a huge mind here.

you took one small peek, and there he was. lying on the bed, pleasuring himself. now this is the least thing you could expect johnny doing. you never saw him do it, you never heard him do it. why is it just now?

"really? this is what i rushed for?" you were ticked, because in the first case, he texted you, "come home, baby. the issue i have right now is more than urgent." he looked at you, "oh my.. you look stunning. c'mere." you chuckled, "you say that everyday. stop that," then went over to him.

"move your hand, sir," you commanded. he listened like a good sub, "yes, ma'am." you took off your shirt, leaving you in your push-up bra. you started to pump his dick, making him whimper. he kept looking down at you, seeing how pretty you look at this moment.

"you're such a good boy. so good for mama, yeah?" you asked. he moaned moderately, "y-yes, mama. all for you." you looked up at him just a tad pissed, "i'm sure you know my real name, c'mon baby. what is it?" he put his head back, whimpering, "y...y/n. am i right..?" you smiled, "good boy. you're so good. i knew you could do it."

you continued to please him as his thighs twitched. you were all in for the teasing, "aw, someone's gonna cum. poor boy, because they have to hold it, doesn't that suck?" johnny whined, balling up his fist up into the mattress, "mama, please. I've never disobeyed you once." you rubbed the tip with your thumb, giving it attention, "i know, baby. but mama is in charge here. not you, okay?" he nodded in understatement.

his breathing hitched every once in a while when you were pleasuring him, precum starting to leak from his tip. you rubbed it in. you started to let him go, "you wanna cum? cmon. do it for me, yeah?"

johnny’s body twitched as his cum went out of him, getting on your face, and some on your chest. he was sighing as he left his high, “you look so pretty, mama. so pretty.”

[eldritch-spouse]

What if Breg's s/o is insecure about some part of thier body? How does he remedy that?

I just want someone to tell me that it's okay to have small boobs I'm sorry

[Eyy, welcome to small tiddie city, population me and you anon! I've never had a problem with my chest, I hope whoever made you feel that way eats gravel.]

(Minors dni) This got NSFW sorry...

Breg doesn't understand.

He just doesn't.

The monster has grappled with insecurity numerous times in the past, and to this day, he still body checks excessively in what amounts to a toxic subconscious habit brought on by the constant evaluation of his physique at the facility. He didn't think humans and other monsters out there did this, primarily because Breg had no idea about the heavily damaging pressures society inflicts upon the populous.

His view of the outside world is forever tainted to be overly positive and simplistic, because he idolized it ever since he learned that there was more to the world than fluorescent blinding lights, white ceramic tiles, restraints, syringes and pumps. Everything out there had to be better, right?

Well, Breg's not so sure of it now, when he finally realizes why his mate hides her breasts from him.

The breeder thought, in his infinite lack of common sense, that he just wasn't meant to see that part of you. That it somehow was something some humans thought was offensive. Breg was curious, and confused, especially because he had already seen and touched your breasts at night. There isn't anything wrong with them that Breg can tell, they feel really nice and warm.

Breasts on their own are a mystery to the breeder, females of his kind have no such chest adornments, and neither does Breg feature nipples. The fact saddens him, those button-like protrusions seem sensitive and he bets they'd be fun to play it. It took Breg a long while until he grasped that there exists a certain social stigma attached to human women with smaller chest-appendages- Which you subsequently felt in your day to day life.

That just doesn't make sense.

Why would people make a fuss about small breasts when the results are the same? They still do everything breasts are supposed to do, they're just compact. He's heard somewhere humans produce milk, you can still do that, right? Heavens he has to try that someday... R-Regardless. Breg thinks you're supremely attractive with your current breast size, in fact, he'd go as far as to say that a smaller chest makes you look a little more like those of his kind. Not that he minds your differences, it's just a little comforting to think about the similarities between the two of you sometimes.

There you are again, getting dressed for the day while he makes breakfast- Breg's getting better at it. His stellar mood at being able to not ruin bacon quickly plummets when he spots you looking intensely at the full-body mirror near your wardrobe. There's deep disdain in your eyes, a stone-cold sneer the breeder shivers at- He can't imagine you giving that look to anyone else, much less yourself. Shaky hands grab the undersides of your luscious tits, pushing them up and together in front of your reflection. Breg almost forgets himself, content to watch you play with your boobs half-naked like the hopeless creep he's always been. Really, he's itching to touch you already, he can't fathom how you don't love your squishy little body. You're a bundle of beauty, raw allure, and Breg has never been so horrendously in love in his entire life. A sullen sigh jolts him back to your complexion, watery eyes attempting to blink away a sea of sadness that is inexplicable to him.

Okay, that's enough now...

The monster grumbles, setting the plate he had ready down on the hall table and barging inside the bedroom. Although you yelp in shock, there's no time for you to try and immediately shove a shirt on, because Breg rips it out of your grasp and pushes you back-first onto the mirror. The first thing you do is cover your breasts protectively, much to his distaste.

" Breg! I- What are you-? Don't look! "

Oh, he's not looking, he's admiring.

Breg doesn't speak, words are far from his specialty- Just squats to the floor and shoves his entire face on your soft tummy, massive hands holding you firmly in place by the waist as he start peppering long, fevered kisses up your abdomen. He wishes he could force you to love your body the same way he insatiably craves it. His mate flushes and looks away, offering resistance when he gently tries to pry persistent palms away.

The breeder growls at you, a sound that, albeit heavily muted (for you alone), still makes you freeze in place- Seldom are the times you recall getting such an aggressive reaction from him. The jarring sound is replaced by a soothing croon the moment you hesitantly expose yourself to the breeder. The shame on your face kills him inside a little. Breg hums, immediately darting to mouth at your chest. He kisses and sucks at the skin there hard enough to force breathy vocalizations out of you, the size difference allowing his fat blue tongue to circle each mound, dangerous teeth harmlessly framing the delicate protrusions and leaving trails of drool on your perfect tits.

Breg licks his teeth, taking the time to study your now flustered, beet red expression, before flipping you around and dragging you into his front. There's still some doubt in your eyes, as if you don't believe the breeder could enjoy your boobs, even though he just disgracefully rolled them on his tongue with endless joy. The monster allows his already twitching cocks to brush your skin.

" I don't care how small they are. " He starts, speech surprisingly even. A lurid, open-mouthed grin stares back at you from the mirror. The male grinds against you. " How much do you bet I can still make them bounce? "

The way you clench your thighs together has Breg nearly foaming. You're not leaving that bedroom until you're too fucked out to think about the size of your tits. That's a promise.

[look-at-the-soul]

A new chance -Emmett (AQP2)-Part 3

Emmett (Cillian Murphy role in movie A quiet place 2)

Requested by anon (but I turned it into a mini series.

Mini series master list

✨ So I know I made the last part a big angsty but this is so romantic 🥰 (the last part) And I’ve had the beach idea for a while in my mind. Enjoy!! 😉

It’s so interesting to find new things of natural medicine, but like I’ve said in the previous parts, go to your specialist first.

Tossing and turning in bed, Emmett struggled to sleep that’s why he decided to walk to the kitchen to prepare himself a tea, but it seemed like he wasn’t the only one going through a sleepless nigh, he found you leaning against the kitchen counter, your back at him and the thin material of your pajama pants hugging every curve of your body.

He felt his own coming back to life. Why was he feeling things lately?

“I can’t sleep either.” He whispered but his voice startled you.

You couldn’t bear the thought of looking at his eyes. “Yeah… hmm I better go back to my room.” You clung to the sweater around your shoulders and avoided his gaze.

But his body blocked you. “I’m sorry.” Eyes sparkling.

“For what? You didn’t do anything.”

His hands found their way to your arms “Exactly… I didn’t do what I should’ve done.”

And those were the last words said before his lips found yours, tentatively, barely brushing first, getting to explore the unknown territory, oh but it felt good, it tasted like healing, he didn’t know a kiss ever so gently could repair his broken soul. He knew his beard tickled your face, but nothing in the world would make him stop kissing you. Your lips moved at the same rhythm as him, they were soft, deepening the kiss he locked one hand on your waist and the other one behind your head, he didn’t want you to go anywhere.

Your body felt incredible between his arms, when was the last time he felt like this?

Emmett felt your hands moving from his chest up to the back of his neck and…

Opening his eyes abruptly, he woke up from his dream. Huffing and turned on by the mere thought of it happening, he let out a frustrated groan and rubbed his face.

It was still dark outside, so instead of going out to the kitchen like he did in his dream, he chose to do the only thing that really brought his soul peace; draw.

Only this time he wouldn’t draw his son. But someone else.

***

Even before the sunrise you were ready to get out of the house, after a terrible night of sleep you needed a release so walking out quietly you started to do a couple of stretches and warm up next to the beach.

Starting at a light intensity, you enjoyed the wind blowing in your face, cleaning your lungs, freeing your heart. Soon you increased the pace, each stomp leaving behind the pain, fear and all the things clouding your soul.

As the intensity grew, your calves were burning, heart pumping at its maximum capacity, but you had to stop when the thought of Emmett crossed your mind, it was suddenly too much to carry on.

Losing your husband and daughter at the invasion changed you in a lot of ways. Seeing your own daughter being taking away from you and listening to her scream asking for help only lasted a second in real life, but it hunted you every single moment. Still hurting from the attack and with the open injuries on your back, you tried to look out for him but he was nowhere to be seen around the camp you set to spend that weekend, so one of the creatures might have killed him as well. But lately spending so much time with Emmett… he might be starting to make you feel things. Or at least that’s what you thought until you faced his rejection last night.

You felt like a complete fool now, the biggest idiot of them all for thinking he might have feelings for you. For thinking he might feel the same as you did.

It would be easier to go back to your old life and routine before he showed up at the island with those deep eyes scanning your every move.

How would you go back into the clinic now? He must be up by now, and you needed to attend your other patients, but first you would go upstairs and take a shower, maybe he’ll stay locked in his room, you would make sure to have someone close while cleaning his leg… yes you’d do that, you tried to convince yourself pacing around the beach, people already outside starting their activities of the day.

You barely had about two minutes in peace when a couple of kids were screaming your name.

“Calm down and tell me what happened?”

“It’s Regan! She’s back with more people.”

“And they got things!” Explained another one.

Lindsay must’ve returned as well with them.

Regan was holding a young boy’s hand and she waved at you excitedly when her eyes found you reaching the steps of the clinic. So you rushed inside, only to find something you didn’t expect; Emmett was giving a blonde woman a hug and she was holding a baby.

Their baby.

It must be.

Why did this image hurt so much? Thoughts of them being a family felt similar to have someone tearing you apart

So this is why he didn’t kiss you last night… It all made sense now, he lost a son but the rest of his family was still alive. Swallowing your embarrassment, when you asked the kid his name he mentioned it was Marcus but he requested you to check on the baby first.

He seemed to be in good health condition, but his lungs capacity worried you a little bit.

Checking on the woman, who’s name was Evelyn, you applied the same ointments that you used with your other patients.

You felt angry with yourself, but soon all your focus was on Emmett’s family, cleaning their injuries, disinfecting the wounds, asking for medical records.

“We stopped at a pharmacy and I got you a couple of medications, bandages, anything I could get.” Lindsay, your best friend announced after everyone was settle down and got some free time to take a shower.

“Thank you Linds, go and have some rest.” Then you turned around to clean your medical instruments, but in the short period of time that you shared in the island, she got a chance to know you. “Okay, just tell me what happened.”

“Nothing.”

Placing one hand over your arm to stop your movements, Lindsay forced you to look at her.

“Is Russell bothering you again?”

“What? No!” You shook your head profusely. He tried for a while to pretend he was sick just to have an excuse to be at your clinic, even tried to kiss you once but you moved away just in time. He was big and strong, and also made you feel uncomfortable.

“You can trust me, Y/N.”

You let a deep sigh out.

The island was organized and everyone conducted themselves with the rules that were established, cheating, robbing and sexual assaults would have anyone be expelled from the island.

You weren’t interested in him but he didn’t seem to understand it back then. He hadn’t been around lately though, but you didn’t care either.

“I didn’t know Emmett’s wife or partner was still alive… and we almost kissed last night.” Shaking your head you tried to push away the memory of your mind. “It didn’t happen so there’s nothing to worry about.” You explained.

Lindsay looked at you in silence for a few seconds, processing what you just said. “I’m concerned about you, Y/N… do you have feelings for Emmett?”

“No… I was just vulnerable at the moment.” You lied. “Linds forget I told you anything.”

She giggled. “You’re vulnerable right now and I don’t see you trying to kiss me so don’t lie.” She joked and you rolled your eyes in response.

Regan interrupted your chat asking for help.

Rushing to the checkup room, you found the baby crying loudly.

“I don’t know what’s wrong.” Evelyn informed you.

You checked the baby’s vitals and through the sobs tried to find out if something was out of the standard parameters.

“The baby’s constipated.” Taking the baby in your arms you started to massage the stomach, trying to get the intestines to move. “It’s going to be a massive explosion I’ve to warn you.” Then you went on to explain how fennel seeds could improve the problem, she would need to boil a teaspoon of it in a cup of water, let it cool and strain it and feed the baby twice a day.

Walking around the room you tried to keep yourself busy, but right there in the corner Emmett’s eyes were fixed on you. Once you were done with the family, he tried to follow you to the living room, unfortunately for Lindsay, you used her as a distraction to help you fill the inventory of the medical supplies while you moved to the other rooms to check the rest of your patients. Being away from Emmett, right now seemed to be the best thing for everyone. Especially you.

“All right Omar, you’re ready to go home, apply this every day after the shower and come back the next week, your arm will be much better.”

“Thanks Y/N, can you write down the instructions and add that I need my wife to spoil me?”

That made your mood get better, a small laugh escaped your lips. “I’ll see what I can do.”

But eventually, despite all your efforts to avoid him, Emmett found you alone “Y/N can we talk?”

“Doctor! We need help!” Someone yelled from the front door.

“A snake, it was a big snake!” One of they teenagers informed you. “We were messing around, climbing a tree and then Roger started screaming.”

Roger’s leg was swollen, a bruise starting to form around the area. “Take a deep breath for me please.” You only had about fifteen minutes. “Anyone remembers the color of the snake? Lindsay! Bring me the black bottle under the sink.”

“It was light grey with dark stripes.” One of the boys explained.

The aqueous extract found on the leaves of schizolobium parahyba was the best way to inhibit the venom, used to contra rested the coagulant and hemorrhagic. “Keep your eyes open Roger, tell me about your sister.”

“Sh-” His breathing was starting to become erratic.

“Lind!”

“This one? Lindsay had to go.” Emmett handed you the black bottle.

“Thank you.” You always kept the leaves close, it was part of your emergency kit. “Could you please bring me a small bag from my desk? It’s the only bag.” You handed Emmett the keys and showed him the one that would open the drawer and then asked one of the guys to bring you water. You needed this kid to be alright and time made a big difference between life and death.

Helping Roger to drink some water with the power was a hard task but you also made a paste with the plant mixing it with mustard oil to spread on the wound.

“Is he going to be alright Doc?” The tallest guy of the group asked, concern written all over his face.

You hoped the antivenom made its way into his system in time. “Let’s keep an eye on him and wait for his body to react.”

Later that day, Emmett was transferred to a house with Regan and Marcus, it was located in the middle of the properties, separating the area designated for the single female population on the island from the males. Evelyn and the baby would stay at the clinic for the night and you did your usually checkup on all your patients.

“Regan told me what you do, it’s incredible.” Evelyn complimented you, she was kind so it made it all harder for you.

“Just doing my job.” As she started to breastfeed her baby, you announced that was it for you, but since you lived upstairs, she could ask for help any moment.

***

Two days later, Lindsay offered to go with you to refill the plants and herbs stock, it was a good distraction and an even better company. It was fun when you lived together, but now she moved in with her boyfriend to one of the family’s units as they were called.

“Who do you think will be the next colony leader? There aren’t many options.”

Sighing, you took the basket and adjusted the plants so they could all fit in.

“We need a good person, with values, a role model to keep things in the island the way they’ve been working.”

Lindsay blew a dandelion.

“Hey, I need that to make the tea! Stop making wishes.” You scolded her jokingly. The tea helped to detoxify the liver and relieve liver disease, as well as skin and eye problems. It was also an excellent remedy to moderate blood sugar levels and bring cholesterol levels down.

“I think you should talk to Emmett… something doesn’t fit in the family image, there isn’t passion between he and Evelyn.

“Linds stop this please, I was just a fool.” She was right though, he hadn’t gone to the clinic to visit Evelyn once, but he could just be busy with the kids.

Both of you stopped when you saw his frame in the distance, he was sitting on a big rock in front of the beach, his thick beard giving away it was him.

“You know he’s the only one who could take the role as our new leader… and you haven’t ask them if they have a relationship or not.”

“It’s non of my business.” You had a busy day at the clinic and you wanted to keep away from him as well.

But deep down you knew she was right.

***

His son and wife used to be the only thoughts that crossed his mind since the attack. But since the day you saved his life after the creature almost killed him, he realized that you too had a place there.

Emmett had been dealing with grief over the people he loved the most, but also, he had to admit to himself that the night when he was so close of kissing you, from that moment almost any other thought was pushed to the back of his mind, he needed to know if it would feel the same way that in his dream or even better. But you seemed to come up with excuses to escape from him.

He knew he had to let go of his late wife first, he just needed a reason to do it. There was no point to try to deny it anymore.

Seeing you working with lots of people made him realize how busy you really were, but he couldn’t understand why he was sent to live in the same house as Evelyn and her kids as if they were a family, he took over the couch in the living room to sleep, leaving them the rooms upstairs, but being all of them new in the island and finally having a safe place made the question disappear.

It was probably five in the morning and he couldn’t sleep so he decided to walk outside aimlessly, just to enjoy the loneliness accompanied only by his thoughts.

There was something purifying about the night and the beach, the moon still visible, the silence surrounding him that made him feel alive, the soft breeze crashing on his face the same way the waves crashed on the shore. After finding a comfortable place, he wondered if he should just show up as soon as you opened the clinic to talk.

But almost as if he had been calling you with his thoughts, you appeared a couple of meters away, completely unaware that he was leaning against a tree. Perhaps he could talk to you right now, he thought, but instead his body froze as he saw you bending down to get rid of your pants and shoes, then he saw you taking of your top over your head and the piece of fabric landed next to your other items, but his eyes were fixed in your frame covered only by your underwear as you made your way towards the water.

Emmett was watching your shadow from the front row. You were beautiful from the inside out, and he cursed himself as he watched your hips swinging from side to side with each step but his mind was still somewhere else, completely lost in you.

He saw your hair being ruffled by the wind and your arms up enjoying the moment… until your body disappeared in the water and all that was left of you were your footprints on the sand.

It took you a couple of seconds to come back up, the same that Emmett had been holding his breath until he was able to see your head in the distance and then you started to swim around, sometimes just floating in the surface.

Emmett felt bad for stealing your moment, he knew the dedication you put into every patient sometimes very late at night, this was your time for yourself but he couldn’t look the other way now. Specially as about thirty minutes later you started to walk out, the water drops sliding through your body.

As Emmett saw you picking up your clothes, he couldn’t stop himself now.

“I thought this part was desert.”

“Jesus Emmett!” You tried to cover your body the best way the tangled clothes allowed you to. “At least turn around!” You requested feeling your cheeks turning red.

And so he did but first he offered you the buttoned shirt he had over his undershirt.

“Sorry.”

“Nobody is around this side of the island, or that’s what I thought anyways.” You hurried to put your pants on and closed his shirt over your breasts.

“I’m moving in to the other side of the houses.” He announced watching you from the corner of his eyes, but at your confused look he decided to explain the whole story. “You thought Evelyn and I were together as a couple, I was her husband’s friend before the invasion, I was just helping her and their kids to survive.”

Your jaw dropped and you tucked a lock of wet hair behind your ear in a nervous motion. “Evelyn is not the reason why I didn’t kiss you that night.” Emmett placed both hands at each side of your face and you saw the way the reflect of the ocean made his eyes sparkle even more. “I have to say goodbye first, Y/N… I need to let go of this grief to be able to give you what you deserve, if you want.”

“Emmett.” Closing your eyes, you allowed his words to sink in.

“Do you want to take this new chance?” His thumbs were rubbing your cheeks so tenderly.

You could only nod, words were stuck in your throat. His words were stronger than any ointment you have prepared, he was healing your soul. Just like you were healing his.

***

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[faulty-writes]

Sksjskdj hi I really like how you write Iida. Can you do headcanons where the reader (gender neutral) is really good at makeup and they like experimenting with their own makeup and doing it for their friends? They convince Iida to let them do his makeup and he gets all flustered but he ends up really liking it

[ Thank you dear anon! I never really thought much into how I wrote Tenya until recently. In fact, someone in one of my RP discord servers mentioned that someone else had taken a screenshot of a response I had done with my Tenya and apparently the person they showed the screenshot to was like so blown away they joined the server with the intention of meeting me which was a pleasant surprise. Now that person and I talk to each other almost every day. I'm happy he's getting so much love on my blog. This request sounds so sweet, I wouldn't mind Tenya with a little eyeliner to bring out his beautiful eyes. ]

You learned about make-up at a young age and found cosmetics used in movies or for fashion purposes to be fascinating. The idea that you could make a future career out of this brought you excitement and you began experimenting with various make-up methods, desperately trying to find your own style.

Years later, you found yourself in the General Studies course at Yuuei where you would ask several female students if you could do their make-up with the intention of posting the end result on your social media account. Luckily they were happy to oblige and once word began to spread of your talent you had more volunteers willing to receive your magical makeovers including a few male students.

One day, a student named Ashido Mina pleaded for you to do her makeup for an upcoming school dance. You were a little surprised that a hero course student was interested in your talent but nonetheless worked your magic by fusing colors that would contrast with her luscious pink skin. Your effort paid off as you heard she was quite the spectacle and how her eyes shined under the light of the dancefloor thanks to the small amount of glitter you had used.

Ashido seemed to bring in business for you considering more students from Class A started coming to you. Eijirou Kirishima was especially welcoming of your skills and was pumped to see what you could do because he wanted to see the 'manly' side of make-up. You ended up giving him a nice burnt color around his cheeks and highlighted his eyes with shades of blue, orange, and black.

"Thank you for considering me for such an option. However, I fail to see the thrill in cosmetics," Tenya said in response to Eijirou's encouragement for him to go to you. "Aw! Come on Iida! Y/n does an awesome job, I've never felt more manly!" unfortunately his words didn't change Tenya's mind.

Eijirou came to you days later, pleading with you to convince the class president to allow you to do his make-up. "Come on Y/n! I know you can convince Iida! Please!" though you were a little nervous, you ended up going through with Eijirou's request and told Tenya it would be an honor if he allowed you to do his make-up. "I...I suppose your argument is quite...efficient," he responded, though you could have sworn you saw him blushing.

"While I hold no negative opinions of your cosmetic skills nor am I against them. I do hope this activity won't inflict a feeling of remorse later," you ended up styling his hair back and using a dark eyeliner to highlight the color of his eyes. You also added a faint but semi-noticeable color to his lips and used blush to bring attention to his cheekbones.

"This is quite...picturesque. I imagine it takes quite an immense amount of thought when it comes to the various blending, shading, and color palettes you are required to use on different individuals. Yes I believe every canvas you create is unique, I applaud you!" his praise was not expected, but you gladly welcomed it even when he began clapping and acting as though he had just seen a play.

You expected that to be the end of it, but Tenya came back with books and stacks of papers. "I believe this would be rather beneficial for you to experiment with, according to the research I have completed these colors are quite favorable during our current season and I believe you can easily accomplish this technique," you almost regretted getting him involved with your hobby even though he was only trying to help.

[romirola]

Nominations for a RedactedASMR Fanfic Art

I was inspired by the lists/tag games recently circulating and the amazing fanart that I always see around the "redacted asmr" tag. I'm constantly blown away by fanart. I often see artists solicit prompts, and while I have occasionally requested stuff (the collective talent of this fandom is INSANE and hard to resist!), I usually hold back because I cannot reciprocate art like I try to do for writing fanfic/headcanons. I feel like I'm imposing or something. At the same time, when I solicit prompts/requests for writing fanfics/headcanons, I LOVE receiving them and do not consider them an imposition in the slightest. You can see how these competing ideas put me in a tough spot. To prompt or not? What to do? How to support the creativity here? Well, I thought, rather than prompting outright, I am going to create a list to nominate some wonderful fics I've read for fanart, in case there is an artist out there who might in need of some ideas or possible prompts. Disclaimer: No one is expecting or pressuring anyone to create anything!

If I had the talent to create visual art or the patience to practice creating visual art, these are the fics or scenes for which I'd draw fanart. I'm going to limit myself to 6 on this list for now, but honestly, there are SO MANY good candidates for fanart in this fandom. Plus, this list will promote some great fanfic authors! I invite anyone who sees this to come up with your own list of "fanart nominations." I am also going to invite dominimoonbeam, ejunkiet, lunareclipsee2, fuzzy-melonlord, and lovelylonerliterature formally since I nominated their works, but no pressure, friends! I decided to limit myself to one story per author, even though it was tempting to say all the stories from these writers. I aim to provide specificity. All the titles are linked to the story on A03:

In no particular order: 

The Lake by @dominimoonbeam I think the scene where Asher comforts Babe on the drive home as David drives, turns the heat up, and keeps looking back at them worrying would be very suited to fanart.

Your Mess is Mine by @ejunkiet I am very biased because I prompted this story and I very much champion the Sweetheart-practices-yoga headcanon, but the scene where Milo walks in on Sweetheart while practicing and silently, ‘stealthily’ admires them? It’s a quick, but significant moment for my favorite couple!

Not tonight, I have a headache by LoveRun (if this user is on tumblr, please someone let me know and I will properly tag.) The ending concludes with David using his wolf form to comfort Angel as they suffer through a migraine. Oh yes, definitely something I’d like to see!

flowers for the sick at the dead by @lunareclipsee2 This story has a great moment where David comforts an injured Sweetheart as Asher attempts to keep Milo from seeing the damage his mate has sustained. Emotional stuff!

Seeing Red by @fuzzy-melonlord. Okay, yes, I requested this one, too, and I will fully admit that, but the story features such a tense, tender moment between David and Asher as David reaches his grief-breaking point and Asher responds in true form! 

Settle Down by @lovelylonerliterature The image of Milo and Sweetheart at a diner at 2am is just burned into my brain, so I feel like it would translate well to a visual medium.

Artists, if you are so inclined, next time you need a prompt for redacted fanart, please consider these moments, or any others that get noted if anyone else chooses to nominate. Or use them for inspiration that you adapt! Or ignore them completely! Your call! Either way, I'm pumped to see all the art.

A general appreciation statement: Thanks to all the authors, artists, music-curators, character anons, theorists, headcanon-sharers, readers, rebloggers, and everyone in between for creating a community where people share stuff! 

[sakumasmut]

tea anon here (can i claim that-? i only sent like two asks 0(-( ) and i'm having keito brainrot AGAIN (says it like thats not 24/7) just. keito as a succubus, he literally /needs/ to get bred so bad and so often or else he'd feel awful and horny but at the same time just asking one person for sex so many times just seems so unreasonable . so he asks eichi for a little favour and next thing you know he gets a week off as well as an email sent to almost everyone come and try a willing toy . keito is really squeamish about it at first but it eventually becomes a norm to find him desperately grinding down on someone raw as more people wait,,,, - 🍵

Oh my god nonnie you keep coming up with the best ideas. becoming a very big fan of keito just being a whore. and yes I will add you to the anon list!

Succubus!Keito Ramble

(wasn’t sure if you were implying afab keito or not so I kept his genitals gender neutral)

Needy Keito is always good but him absolutely needing to be bred to feel well? Great prospect. Poor man, not wanting to be a bother to others but feeling himself grow weaker no matter how many toys he tries to please himself with…good thing he can always rely on Eichi.

His friend easily sets up a room for Keito to stay in for the week. Besides having the usual amenities it’s got chains, gags, and even a breeding bench should he want to be restrained. A few people are already expecting him, per the arrangements, and Keito’s stripped down immediately, the demon growing aroused despite still being very embarrassed about all of it.

Then he gets pushed onto his hands and knees, and lets out a whimper as his hole gets stretched out with a few fingers. It’s barely any prep, but it won’t matter once the first cock pushes inside him. Keito tries not to squirm, but the way his hips get dragged back each time the cock slides out makes him move around enough that the other people in the room are called over to keep him stable, the slapping of skin against his ass the only audible thing apart from his shaky pants.

A glowing womb tattoo begins to take shape above his crotch, and it gets bigger and brighter as his moans get louder, a sign of his own pleasure. When the first cock finally presses deep inside him to shoot a warm load of cum into him, the tattoo glows a bright pink, and Keito looks the most blissful he’s ever been in his life. The fun’s only just started for him though, as another cock quickly finds its way into his hole.

The tattoo gets brighter each time a fresh load of semen gets pumped inside him, and with it so does Keito’s desire. They move him around a lot, wanting to make use of the contraptions Eichi’s provided. One day his hands get restrained to chains on the ceiling, another his legs are tied to a spreader bar. He’s just so pliant and obedient to the people using him, all he can really do is moan and beg for even more semen. Some people don’t even cum inside him, preferring to use his mouth while their friend fucks into his other hole. Keito still swallows everything, more than happy to be used by two people at once. Even better is the fact getting bred so much is revitalizing him rather than tiring him out, so he’ll be fucked thoroughly throughout the night onto the next day and still be able to go without much rest.

Aaah reducing him to a cum slut would he so so good, but by the end of the week, everyone is Ensquare sees Keito as a free use cock whore. No matter how fixed up he looks afterwards, he’s never going to say no to someone wanting to pump a load into him right then and there, so expect him to bend over for you with just the word, eager to be bred over and over again.

[crosby-interesting]

To the 21 year old snot faced anon with no life experience, brainwashed by tiktok feminism.. let me break it down for you.

You think these men will come home from their silly hockey games and take care of their kids and households? Especially when they travel so much? So who is left to do so? You think these women should work their 9 to 5s and come home to clean, cook, take care of their kids and inept partners?

You think these hockey players want a ‘guuuurl boss’ in their life who climbs the corporate ladder in their coffee stained white shirts and worn out pumps? Different people have different ideas of what ‘success’ is. To some, it’s having kids and raising them. Read that again. What ‘success’ is to you (being a corporate slave) is not someone else’s idea of an accomplished life.

You’ve been tricked and brainwashed by the patriarchy to think being a ‘guuuurl boss’ is feminist. Cause in the end, a lot of women go to work only to come home and do the same shit these ‘1950s housewives’ were doing. Now they’re doing double the work.

Not to mention you’re making a lot of assumptions about these women’s lives lol. TL;DR: these people want a traditional relationship and there is nothing wrong with that. Also you have NO idea how they spend their time, but I know how you spend yours. Being a bitter stalker.

Everything is much easier. We do not see individuals in these women. Their leisure and work is parties and matches. Most of them look like incubator products.

They all have the same hairdresser, photographer, fitness instructor; I think that the psychotherapist is probably the same for everyone. And they need him, because day after day they are forced to endure the betrayal of their husbands.

[impeccablebackside]

how about competition plays? not overcrowded, but like three or four queens meeting up just to have this kind of fun. all of them have one vibrator/buttplug at one point for example, and who cums last (or first) is the winner.

This is an interesting question anon, and not something I have ever thought about. The concept of competition play is admittedly foreign to me, but it is not something that could be seen as that uncouth to be fair. Obviously, the structure of competing with someone else would be done in a very playful manner. Amongst the queens, none of them would really want to proverbially tarnish the fun they are having with a pressure to win / lose. Not that they would in all fairness.

Given you mention toys with this anon, I do implore that you read over some previous posts about toys / fucking machines when solo, toys with a partner, pussy pumps, and / or bigger toys. Those are not all of them either, as there was one about Vic and Rumple having some fun with toys (that will probably end up being a fic at one point), or one about the queens pegging their partners. Perhaps surprisingly, all of those were / are considered new ideas on the blog at the time, much like this ask (so thanks as always for dropping new ideas to explore anons).

The whole competition angle would be between friends, so I do appreciate the idea of only three or four queens being involved with this anon. More than that makes it too much and not really fun anymore, at least for me. I would like to think it would be between Vic, Rumple, and Tanto. I cannot really think of who could be a fourth when considering the other queens mentioned regularly on this blog, as none of them would mesh well with the three already mentioned.

For the purpose of this ask, and for relative simplicity, they will all have the same dildo / vibrator between all three of them for this 'competition'. If they would want to use their paws and fingers as well, I say it is fair game. The only real rule would be that the vibe has to be used the whole time, either in them or against some part of their pussy.

Anyway, all three of them would be quite turned on and excited about the whole thing when they do meet up. They all mutually lust after one or both of the two queens that are joining them, so the opportunity to see and hear them in such a tantalizing way is even more of an incentive to participate. I am trying to think if they would all line themselves up side-by-side on a bed or if they would arrange themselves in a triangle of sorts, legs all facing the other. Either would work, but I do like the triangle idea anon, because they get the wonderful visuals of seeing the other queen's pussies and asses as they are being pleasured.

Vic is unsurprisingly the first to win / lose. She simply is too sensitive, and does not have the stamina to go for long. Especially with a vibrator, she would be cumming with satisfied squeaks shortly after they begin. The constant stream of overwhelming pleasure focused on her pussy and clit is something she is not used to either, as she tends to prefer pauses and slower pacing so she does not get (over)stimulated easily. Being the loser is not that bad though, as she gets to watch the other two, particularly excited by being closer to Tanto in such a situation.

Adding to the fun, Rumple would grab Vic's vibe and put it in her mouth, delighting in the taste of the white queen as she continues to squirm under the pleasure from the vibrator. The smaller queen would start rubbing at herself, clearly encouraged by what she just did. Little moans, muffled by the mouthful, escape her pretty mouth as she continues. It is impressive in a way how much she can take and still remain relatively calm under the barrage of pleasure, choosing to tease the other two by letting Vic know how good she tastes as she pulls the vibe out of her mouth and just how hot Tanto's strong body is.

Rumple is not the second queen to lose though, as Tanto, who has lasted quite a bit longer than Vic, is unable to hold it off much longer. Zoned out up to this point as she focused on the building pleasure, the torbie breaks her concentration as she pulls her legs up with her arms to change her position. As her asshole and pussy clench hard with the constant buzz from the vibe, Tanto starts cumming in strong waves. He pussy pulsing uncontrollably, it gets forceful enough that she inadvertently pushes the vibrator right out of her. With a strong heave and a high pitched yell that pulls even more attention toward her, Tanto squirts over the other two astonished queens in multiple small sprays as she groans through the end of climax.

Needless to say, Rumple wins the contest, but for all of a few seconds. Little is a hot to the calico as what Tanto just did, and she savagely rubs herself off in excitement. With her little body shaking at all the pleasure, Rumple cums with desperate squeals due to her new efforts, but leaves the vibe in. She turns onto her stomach, fucking the vibe with slams of her hips. Very quickly, her body is heaving again as she is pushed into overstimulation by the buzzing vibe.

It is too much for Vic to sit idle at the turn of events, and with some meaningful fingering, she cums again with a squeal. Seeing Tanto squirt (for the first time or not) leaves sultry thoughts swimming through her head, and watching Rumple fuck herself like that is just too good to ignore.

Between all three queens, there are no losers, and maybe this little competition is justification for more. None of them would complain if they got their own attempts at seeing how quickly (or not) they could get the other two to fall apart. Maybe it is immediately following this or in the future. There is only more winning to be had.

[house-of-laminations]

This is my first time doing an ask so sorry if I’m not going about this right.

Do you know what the uncanny valley is? If not, basically the uncanny valley is a hypothesized relation between an object's degree of resemblance to a human being and the emotional response to the object. The uncanny valley hypothesis predicts that an entity appearing almost human will risk eliciting cold, eerie feelings in viewers.

So what if the MC reacted to the demons (and maybe angels) in their human forms as if they were experiencing the uncanny valley. (Basically afraid for seemingly no reason, wary, unsettled) But they seem much calmer/ at ease with them in their demon forms because at least then their brain could confidently register them as not human.

YES I love the uncanny valley, anon 💛 I'm a sucker for eldritch mysteries and horror, but even more personally, I'm studying design and anthropology and this pops up more than you would expect. I already have a fic in my drafts that talks exactly about this (and it's hinted at in my latest fic) but I wanted to also give this ask the time of day bc you are precisely on my wavelength.

"Human" form has always been a term that I've found funny - sure they may have the basic shape of a human, but even then their strength, speed, and mannerisms are always too off (and tangentially this is a rant I have about superheroes/superhumans and the uncanny valley too but that's neither here nor there). MC knows basically from the first 30 seconds these guys are monsters, other, but they spend their time attempting to be human shaped and it's really hard to get over. It's comforting to know they don't have to look human though - there's definitely a semiotic element involved in how the brothers are perceived. As humans, we have distinct visual cues and expectations tied to those terms (tails, horns, fangs, claws, tentacles, etc...). It's actually more logical for them to appear in their 'demon forms' (again another term that i have a bone to pick with). It might not be the truth that monsters have these qualities, but centuries of old wives tales and modern pop culture can't be forgotten so easily.

I went back to those very first lessons for ideas about how MC initially perceives the brothers and oh boy. You start your stint in Devildom by waking up in a giant room that looks like a courtroom, while beings that are person-shaped but move too precisely stare down at you from a dais. They don't understand why you're scared or confused - it's simple to grasp, right? You've been signed up for an exchange program in hell that you didn't sign up for. Simple! One of them mentions that they might accidentally eat you. His teeth are sharp, but that could just be your imagination because it's not like they're fangs.

Paradoxically, I do think Asmo suffers from this effect the most. He's all about being desirable, the pinnacle of lust - but not everyone's desires are the same, right? I have a headcanon that his features are slightly more malleable to human perception, that no two people see him the same way. Trying to photograph him leads to more mindfuckery. MC is 'immune' to his charm though, and I can't even begin to describe how they first see him.

Anyway yesssss I am here for these types of prompts/thoughts/ideas!! I hope this is somewhat satisfying answer anon, at least until I can push that fic out x

[ateezinmymind]

ateez and their size kink

warning: smut, fem! reader

requested by anon,, thank you so much!! i hope this is okay.. i’m sorry if it’s not— i’m on the taller side so— i’m like :/ eh?

hongjoong:

to be one hundred percent honest i think he wouldn’t be one to say he’d have that kink ..at first !!

but the way you would just look so cute under him while he’s railing into you... he’s like wait

he’d love to run his hands all over you just to see the comparison

cups your boobs/chest

because he’s shorter.. he’d never put it away

like ALWAYS teasing you..

“hey joongie” you call from your room to your lover in the living room. making him enter the room to you laying on the bed, sprawled out on your back- causing his dick to twitch in his pants from the sight of your body. your robe the only thing on your body, loosely fit and opened, letting your glistening heat be the center of attention.

“naughty little baby... what are you doing?” he growls out coming to the edge of the bed, grabbing ahold of your ankles to pull you closer to his growing member. gasping out from the sudden jerk and now close proximity to his tent- you stutter out your best “mmmh- i need you p-pretty please?”

“and what exactly does my baby need?” he says lowly, now squeezing your thighs deliciously in his hands. making you shiver, “your cock.”

“is that right?” hongjoong hums out when he brings his hands down to rake up your stomach and to your beautiful breasts. causing you to whine more and put your hands over his, and then to his zipper- fumbling with it while chanting and repeating “yes”

he just watches the pout form upon your lips when your hands are too shaky, so when you huff out- hongjoong immediately pushes you back down and shows you how to do it properly. ending with him fucking your tiny pussy before he could even take off his clothes.

“little baby... so small”

seonghwa:

cocky #1

melts his heart honestly.. like how??

DIRTY TALKER

or more like dirty praises?

please let him cum in your tiny pussy

HE WILL FILL YOU FULL

he wondered if it was just affecting him- how small you were in comparison.

you were so small and cute, it made seonghwa become someone he had to calm down. constantly touching you, you were his little thing to fuck and love- not anyone else’s

“you like that huh? my thick cock stretching your tiny pussy?” he growls right against the shell of your ear, while you throw your head back into his neck letting out moans of pleasure.

“yes, yes! seonghwa you’re so big”

and always when you did your chanting about how much you were in admiration for his bigger size, immediately and always made seonghwa want to bust.

it was something he took so much pride into, like yes. yes he was so big, only for you- and he would never live it down, constantly reminding you in anyway that you were on the lower level.

“mmmh gonna fuck my cum in you yeah? you want that? to fill you so full it’ll spill out of your tiny hole?”

just give him the go ahead and he’ll let go.

only to fuck you over and over again until everything spills to your thighs and onto the bedsheets

yunho:

please wear his clothes

he LOVES to fuck you in his big hoodie/shirt

TUMMY BULGE!!

he knows he big so he’s extremely careful when you’re so much smaller

cockwarming!!

but deep down he really wants to destroy you

as he watches his cock slide in and out of your wet heat from his hovering stance. yunho’s hands veiny, under your (his) clothes and resting on your stomach- he feels himself poke from your inners.

the feeling sending him into oblivion, hips frantic- but gentle hearing every whimper fall from your little lips and how your walls clench desperately around him.

“baby? s-stop clenching so hard” groaning out watching your eyes roll back and body to grow limp in his big hoodie covering your top half, yunho feels himself start to lose control

“b-but i can’t- you feel so good yuyu” moaning out blissfully. each word and sounds making him grow hotter and harder

your legs spread apart so wonderfully for him, as he fucks into your body cushioned on the bed. the morning sun peeking ever so slightly from the window blinds, lighting the room- such a beautiful setting for such lewd antics

slapping sounds, so erotic- waking up wanting and needing you, yunho had caved in

you were so small, but by far the warmest- pleasurable feeling

yeosang:

he’d be like ... wow ... tiny

hahahHAHAH jkjk no

but he’d be soooo AMAZED

like.. for real would think he’s going to break you

i think he would really like you to give him HANDJOBS!!

your tiny hands wrapped around him— fuck

he didn’t think that watching a show on tv, with you sitting on the floor while he in the sofa- you between his legs. that he’d be getting hard and actually cause you to crack first.

no way was yeosang going to interrupt your show for a little bedroom playtime, so when it was you who made the first move- things set sail

your fingers brushing over his tip, gathering his leaking arousal- yeosang kept his eyes down watching every move of your small digits and the way both your hands jacking him off looked.

you made him feel huge, and it was true

“y/n- fuck” bucking his hips up, yeosang twitches closer to the edge

having no idea why you’re making him feel close so fast, you just were irresistible with those small features…. all so tempting-

“you can’t even wrap your hands around me~”

but just wait until after he grunts out his dirty comments and amazement, and cums over your hands- it’ll make him hard all over again, and then he’ll compare his size to the tightness of your cunt

san:

cocky #2

are we surprised? not really no

but there’s two things.. does he want to rip you apart or spare you the delicacy?

DEPENDS ON HIS MOOD

if he’s hornyyyy- it’s game over

he’ll do the whole nine— but you better beg

okay doggy would be a position you and san spend having sex in quite a lot.

especially if he’s feeling greedy and pretty much like the most prideful man on earth- because.. i mean he’s the biggest compared to the little baby you are.

“this small pussy takes my big cock so well huh?” he questions you in a low level moan while gripping ahold of your hips tightly

hitting in you perfectly every time, cries of pleasure rip out of you- as your arms can’t keep your upper body up any longer. “mmm- yes! only for you!”

san loves holding his hands on the small of your back while moving his hips in deliberately- making you fall apart just to his doing. your moans made him gleam with delight. and he couldn’t get enough.

so when san pulls out of your sopping cunt- leaving your orgasm to fade away into the midst of no pleasure. and you begin the begging

oh boy. “sannie! n-no don’t stop!! please stretch me out!” with a pout on your lips and hands trailing down to play with your clit- “i need your big cock~”

he’s back in- pounding into you like no tomorrow.. better yet, you’ll be going on until tomorrow- up all night, ripping orgasm after orgasm from your little body

mingi:

princess boy would think you were so cute

omg like :O

YOU ON TOP = MOANING MESS

your small body taking his big everything would make him so bananas

like.. please RIDE HIS THIGHS

climbing on the thickness of mingi’s thighs, two things were going to happen. one; he was going to take in every second of your show and not take any of it further for him, or two; bring the aftermath of it upon you. meaning you caused this achingly hard erection to occur with the friction of your pussy against his thighs, so why don’t you just be so kind and take care of it?

seeing you on top of his spread legs, bouncing yourself up and down his dick- made him feel warmth succumb every part of his body.

“y/n, baby- yes!” deep moans into the air, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing. mingi wouldn’t have it any other way

your thighs straddling him, his cock sheathed into you at the pace you make for yourself- all of it was pure bliss

mostly it was when you reached your high. that he couldn’t take it any longer.

your hands gripping tightly into his shoulders, as you continuously abused your sweet hole with him, clenching, moaning- throwing yourself forward to his chest.

once you hit your climax, mingi needs to pull out to spurt his cum over the small of your stomach. absolutely covering you with his white paint. so much of it- just to be splattered about, all over your panting and heaving self was absolutely pristine

wooyoung:

cocky #3

holy hell, YOURE GOING TO NEED HELP

he will ALWAYS make sure you know just how small you really are

like... oh? you can’t reach that? too bad

SO RUDEEE (not really but like) TEASE!

SUCK HIM OFF PLEASE!! he’ll get so whiny

“you little whore huh? really that’s what you are! a tiny little wh- uH~!”

constantly. everytime he’d ramble about having his thick big dick in the smallest little thing of a mouth you have, giving him just a quick suck and pump of your hands- sent wooyoung into a babbling mess.

to the point where you’d have him bucking up with need- because all you do is be small. that’s it.

be the small thing he gets to fuck and love.

oh? you’re hungry? take his cock. oh? you’re bored? take his cock.

it was simple yet exciting. you loved taking him in every way. and he loved the way you- so little yet so proud and confident that wooyoung wouldn’t let it go.

“you j-just can’t get enough can you?” as soon as the stuttering comes repeatedly- it was a cue for you to brace yourself for a load of his seed.

lips wrapped tight around him, your wet little tongue licking and ravishing…. what a sight.

it’s even better when it’s decorated with the milky white of his cum~

jongho:

something inside him will unlock

and he will want to suddenly make you a MESS

MANHANDLING i swear on it

he will lift you up just in regular life

AND in the bedroom

DOES ALL SORTS OF FUCKING- against the wall, standing, etc

it was the little whine that escaped your mouth when jongho had picked you up from the floor and onto the counter when you two were making out- that he knew, fuck yes.

“oh? you’re becoming more and more dumb each time i fuck your tight pussy, hmm” jongho can help the lowness of his voice to become while feeling the way you get even tighter around him, “maybe i ought to fuck you with something else but my cock?”

“no! no! y-your cock please mmmmh- only yours jongho!” your pleading whines that turn into moans into the crook of his neck, for the way he holds you leaves you no choice but to throw your head into

having your body pinned against the wall, so small- easy to use in his advantage and liking

jongho enjoyed the way you were able to be taken anywhere, and in any way. while even during the normal of the day in life- and your going about in public, how you constantly pressed your tiny hands against his abdomen holding him close. jongho, either had a hand cupping your ass or you palming him

no matter the circumstance. jongho lives to see the baby he loves- so small and sweet be needy and breakable to his every demand…

[lazysimp]

Innocence /// Virgin!Tamaki x Top!Male Reader (18+)

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Request: Hello! Can I request a Top male reader* x Tamaki. It's his first time and he's very shy and reader takes advantage of it.

A/N: Of course anon, I love the idea of corrupting a sweet innocent Tamaki

Tags/Warnings: 18+ MDNI explicit sexual content, virgin!Tamaki, dominate reader, submissive Tamaki, mild somnophilia/dubcon, tentacles, handjob, He/Him pronouns

Word count: 4k

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Patience had never been a virtue of yours, so when a soft timid Tamaki beat around the bush asking you out on your first date you took the first step. And when he could not find the words to ask for a second you gladly volunteered them. Instead of growing annoyed or feeling emasculated your sweet boyfriend looked at you with gratitude every time you guided the relationship.

So, when it was finally time to take your relationship with him to the next level it was no surprise that you were the one to push it there. In the dimness of your shared bedroom, you laid still in bed listening to his breathing. During the day he would never let you stare at him like this, he would grow too flustered and hide his face.

You wish more than anything he could see himself how you see him. How he is the strongest person you know, choosing to push beyond his limits every day to save those around him, uncaring if it left him in a panic after. You had to bite your tongue every time he came home from work covered in blood and dirt. In your mind you know he can handle himself, but the idea that someone can look at Tamaki and still choose to hurt him baffled you.

You raise your hand to his face and brush your knuckle across his cheek. You wanted to be with him in every way, but you were so unsure he was ready. You know if you asked, he would say yes, he would never deny you. But he has never shown any sign that he wanted to take that next step.

So when a deep groan left his soft pink lips your ears perked up. Normally the only sounds he made while he slept were a few soft huffs as he shifted around. You sit up in bed, now watching his face intensely. Maybe your mind made up the sound, desperate for an excuse to jump on him. But to your delight, his mouth opened, and a single word left his lips, "Please."

This had to be too good to be true. Was your boyfriend having a sex dream? You needed to investigate. Carefully lifting the covers, you look down his slender body unit your eyes landed on his pants. You rub your eyes to clear them and make sure you were seeing things right and you were. A large bulge pushed the seam of his pants up, his erection barely contained in his underwear.

Instantly you felt heat flare-up in between your legs. You look up at his face and grow even hotter, his cheeks were dusted pink, and the tips of his pointed ears were bright red. His lips were slightly parted letting you catch a glimpse of his teeth as he let out another low groan, this one even more desperate than the last.

Without thinking you trail your hands down his chest, tracing the soft muscles until you landed on the elastic of his pants. You could feel the warmth he emitted and moved in closer until you lie parallel to him. The soft purple hair of his happy trial teased the tip of your fingers as you ever so carefully slip your hand under his pants.

You watch his face for any distress, but he held the same expression. Growing bolder you inch your hand further down until your fingers brushed against the head of his cock. You have to stop for a second, already overwhelmed at how far you have gone.

He was so warm and soft, his sweet olive smell filling your nose. You needed him so bad, needed to be close with him, touch him, love him. So you take a deep breath and wrap your hand around the head of his cock. You could feel his hot length pulse in your hand, just begging for your touch.

Needing to touch him more you place your lips by his delicate ears and whisper, "Tamaki, baby, wake up for me."

The man under you tensed and ever so slowly his eyes lazily opened, "Huh?"

You can't help but laugh at his dazed expression, he looked like a newborn fawn. "Baby, can you look down for me?"

His bright purple eyes looked at you with confusion but did what you told. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion before his gaze snapped to meet yours. "What?" he asks his eyes wide, "What are you doing?"

You keep your face neutral, not wanting to give away too much, "I could hear you begging in your sleep." You purr, "And when I looked down, I could not help but notice the tent in your pants."

His face grows impossibly redder, and he looks anywhere but your face. Not liking that you gently acquiesce your hand around his cock until his eyes snapped back to you.

"What were you dreaming about Tamaki?"

"N-nothing?"

You tsk your tongue, "That's not true, is it?" You lift the hand is his pants up, revealing his hard cock for both of you to see. You could hear his breath hitch as he was finally able to see what your hand was doing.

"Now why don't you tell me what you were really dreaming about?"

You could see his mouth open and close as he tried to form words. His purple eyes started to grow wide and wild. Needing to stop that train of thought you decided to try something else.

"How about I try to guess what your dream was about?"

His breathing slowed and he tiled his head, "What do you mean?"

"We will play a game of hot and cold. If I am doing something you saw in your dream you say hot and if I do something that was not in your dream you say cold."

He looks to the ceiling, "I've never played that game."

You softly smile, "That's ok, we can try it out and if you don't like it, I will stop."

"A-alright," he tightly swallows, "Let's try it."

You let out a squeak of joy and peck him on the cheek, "I am so proud of you!"

He gives you a wobbly smile, but you could see his eyes starting to dilate. He was getting excited.

You look down at your hand and take a deep breath. You know he has never done anything like this, so you had to make this perfect for him. Wrapping your hand around his cock, you gently slid it down until it rests on the base.

The soft hair surrounding his base ticked the back of your hand as you let it rest there for a second waiting to see what he says.

"Cold," he mumbled weakly.

You give him a rewarding squeeze and began to pump your hand, admiring how his foreskin traveled up to cover his glands. Everything about Tamaki was perfect and his cock was no exception. It was long, almost double the size of your hand. Instead of being perfectly straight, it bent off a little to the side. You could not wait to take advantage of that.

"Warmer," he said a little stronger.

"Good boy," you praise, starting to pump your hand a little faster.

A shiver traveled through his body at your words. You made a mental note to praise him more. As you gently pump your hand on his cock another idea popped into your mind. You slip his underwear down with your free hand giving you room to dip your hand lower until it settles on the tight skin in between his balls and hole.

You watch his face for any signs of distress as you gently press one finger at his entrance. You could feel him tense for a second but as you continued to stroke his cock his hole relaxed enough to allow one finger to slip inside.

"Bunny," he cried, "Warm."

You hum your approval, sinking your finger even deeper inside his tight hole while you pumped your hand, once, twice, three strokes. His hips started to lift in time with your hand, creating even more delicious friction.

"So good Bunny, don't stop!"

You press another finger inside him, giving him a few seconds to adjust before you spread open your finger, scissoring the digits. His hands desperately grip the sheets beside you, trying to find purchase as you stretch him open.

“Please Bunny I need,” he begged, unsure what he really needed. Needy cries filled your ears as you started to stroke him at a punishing pace, already feeling his cock pulse in your hand.

"Hot, hot, Bunny it's so hot." He cries, his hips rising to meet your hand. You deepen the thrusts of your fingers, pushing them up until you found a soft spongy spot inside him. His hips lurch up and a sob leaves his lips as you press on that spot inside him, keeping your hand moving on his dick.

You force yourself to keep steadily pumping, knowing the consistent pressure is what he needed to finally tip over the edge. And you were right, with his hands white knuckling the sheets he came with a silent cry, his face contorted in pleasure.

You watched mesmerized as he releases all over your hand and his stomach. You ease your grip on his cock, not wanting to overstimulate him too much, and instead weakly kept your wrist moving, letting him ride out his high. His chest rapidly fell up and down as he tried to catch his breath.

You carefully pull your fingers out of his ass, watching carefully for any signs of discomfort. As he came back to reality, he looks down at you with a wobbly gaze, “I’m sorry.”

Your hand flies up to cradle his cheek, “What are you sorry for baby?”

He looked down at the mess on his stomach, “I came too early, I messed the game up.”

You take a second to try and find the right words and finally settle with, “We are just having fun Tamaki, there is no winning or losing.”

His hands lift to cover his face, “But I finished so fast, it’s humiliating.”

“Hey,” you coo, “It’s just me and I thought you cumming so quickly was hot.”

His hands lowered slightly so his eyes could look at you skeptically.

You laugh, “I am serious, the way you could not control yourself and cried out will be the fuel of my late-night fun for weeks.”

His hands fell from his face and the look in his eyes changed completely, “You think about me when you touch yourself?”

"Yeah baby. You are all I can think about when I touch myself. I think about how your cute little ears twitch when you are embarrassed, I think about how good you look in your hero uniform, and I especially think about the look on your face as you take down a villain. But do you want to know what gets me off every time?"

He nods eagerly, the embarrassment of finishing quickly long forgotten. You crook your finger at him urging him to lean in closer. When his pointy ear was inches from your mouth you whisper, "I think about how you would use your quirk to fill me up until you are the only thing I can feel."

He shoots back and looks at you with a mix of curiosity and horror, "You don't mean. . ."

You nod, "Yeah baby that is exactly what I mean."

His entire face grows bright red, "B-but that is so, so dirty."

"That is why it's so hot."

"What do you say we continue our little game but it will be my turn to say hot or cold?"

"Y-you want me to touch you like that?" He whispered the last word.

"Yeah baby, I want you to touch me like that."

He bites his bottom lip, "What if I mess it up or hurt you?"

"You have nothing to worry about baby, I will be in charge the entire time."

The worry on his face eased a little at your words but you could see he was still fiddling with his fingers.

"Why don't we start off slow?" You suggest, rubbing your hand along his bicep.

"You can put your hands anywhere on me and I will say hot the closer you get to where I want your hand to be."

"What if I touch you somewhere you don't want to be touched?"

"Impossible," you mumble, "There is nowhere I don't want your hands to be."

A high whine left his lips, the sound sending heat flashing through you. Oh, you wanted to ruin him, and you were pretty sure he would let you.

Not wasting any more time you wrap your hand around his wrist and lift it towards your chest, letting him get a feel for your skin. His breathing increased and his eyes grew wide as you dragged his hand up your chest until it rested near your collarbone.

"I am going to drop my hand, remember I will let you know where to touch me, all you have to do is follow my cues.

He nods, barely breathing as you drop your hand from his, leaving him free to explore. He takes a few seconds to compose himself, staring at his hand touching you. His soft cock was already filling again, ready to stand to attention as he carefully dragged his hand down the side of your arm. He looks to you for instructions.

"Cold," you mumble as his hands drift off to your hands. He nods, his fingertips sliding up your arms. Involuntary you could feel goosebumps follow the trail of his fingers. If he ever figured out how much power he held over you, you would be doomed.

His fingers trail up until his hand settles around your neck. "Warm," you groan pushing yourself closer into his hand.

With his first hand occupied his second slips under your shirt, sliding up the soft material until he revealed your chest to his view. You could hear his breathing stop completely as his gaze locked onto your soft peaks.

"Breath Tamaki," you order, "In and out, that's it." You watch his chest rise and fall slowly as if it took intense concentration to remember to breathe.

When his breathing grew steadier his hand reached out and slid up your stomach. "Warmer," you reach out to bunch the blankets in your hands, needing something to keep your hands busy.

His brows furrowed as his long cold finger circled around your areola, watching in amazement as your nipple bunched into a tight peak. "Warmer," you say, needing him to deepen his touch.

Thankfully he seemed to understand what you wanted as his fingers pinched the bud and rolled it. You could not stop the whine from leaving your throat as he flicked his finger against your nipple.

Growing bolder from your reaction Tamaki dipped his head until his mouth was only a breath away from your nipple. Again, his bright purple eyes look up at you for approval.

"Hot baby," you bring your hands to thread through his hair as his lips wrap around the swollen peak, sucking it into his wanting mouth. His cheeks hallow as he takes long drags, his tongue lashing the tender bud resting in his mouth.

Small mewls of approval leave your lips as the hand on your nipple pinches and pulls, a stark contrast from the soft teasing of his mouth. The difference in touch left you reeling, if you thought you were hard before, you were fucking steel now.

"Tamaki," you push his head in closer, wanting more, god you wanted so much more. He strengthens the suck on your nipple until you were sure he was going to leave a mark.

The hand on your nipple leaves and started to trail down the softness of your abdomen, caressing the skin. "Warmer," you moan, hoping they would go where you wanted. And he did, his fingers lift the elastic of your underwear and his palm resting on your length, waiting to be told what to do.

You reach over to the side of the bed and pull out a bottle of lube you had hidden away. You quickly squeeze a generous glob of the liquid onto the head of your cock, watching as it dripped down to Tamaki’s hand." It will make it easier later on,” you explain as he stares at the viscous liquid.

“Oh, ok,” he agrees, unsure what you meant but too excited to care.

One finger slides down your length, tracing a vein before he wrapped his hand around you. You both let out a groan of want as his hand slowly moves up.

The palm of his hand wet itself with your precum, making it easy for his hand to slid down the length of your cock before settling as your base. His other hand raised up to your mouth, you give it an inquisitive look but open your mouth anyways, allowing his dainty fingers to come inside. You swirl your tongue around the digits, wetting them with your spit before letting him pull away.

As his finger dips down toward your entrance you mumble, "Warmer."

He lets out a low groan, sucking harder on your nipple as his finger moves down until it settles on the outside of your hole. In the quiet of your room, you could hear the lewd sounds of his fingers breaching your entrance.

You let out a hiss, surprised he had forced you to take two fingers so quickly but the burn felt so good you let it slide. The fingers inside you twist down and press, you had a rough idea what he was trying to do. “Cold Tamaki.”

The fingers inside you twist around again, blinding looking for your sweet spot. After a few misses attempts you could feel him grow more agitated, his teeth now nibble on the tender bud of your nipple. "Patience baby, move your finger up, just like that, a little to the side- there!"

Your hips lurch up into his hand as his finger finally brushes across your prostate. Your hands in his hair tighten to a bruising hold but he didn't seem to mind, in fact, your reaction drove him even further.

His soft fingers hone in on the spongy tissue, rubbing it gently, a little too gently.

"Harder Tamaki, touch me a little harder."

And the good boy did as he was told. His middle finger pressed down with force, his fingers making a firm coaxing motion. You were feral, having him touch you like this was better than any fantasy your mind had made up to help you get off. There was no comparison to having the real thing.

While his mouth distracted you, the fingers in your ass grow longer and softer. You look down in confusion unsure what was going on only to see purple tentacles now fill you instead of his fingers. One large tentacle wrapped itself around the length of your cock, with one large sucker latching onto the tip of your cock, sucking on it like a mouth.

Your head falls back, too overwhelmed to watch anymore. You could already feel the tight grip you had on your control slipping away. Following the cues of your body, Tamaki used another tentacle to tease around your entrance. It circled around the tight hole, wetting itself in your pre-cum before carefully pushing inside along with the rest, stretching you impossibly wider.

He releases your nipple to watch his tentacles sink deeper inside you. The tightness of you around him would fuel his fantasy for years to come. He had always felt deeply for you but doing something like this with you made everything click into place. There was no one else in the world he would ever want to share this with and being with you for his first time was something he would never forget.

He made sure to move his tentacles up inside you, remembering something Mirio had told him a year earlier about how men’s g-spot is on their ass. It seemed his best friend was right. You bucked wildly into his hand, he could tell you were fighting to keep control of your movements, but he wanted to see you lose control, he wanted to see his Bunny become wild.

So when the sucker around your cock strengthened its pull you had to reach down and frantically pull it away before it tipped you over the edge. Tamaki instantly stops what he is doing and looks at you with eyes full of worry.

"You made me feel so good baby," you praise, pulling him in for a hug. “Too good, I was going to finish right then and there.”

"You really liked it? What I did with my quirk?" he asked weakly.

"Fuck Tamaki I don't think I will ever be able to get myself off without your help," you look down at him, "Nothing could compare to that."

A bright smile spreads across his face, "I am glad I made you feel that good bunny, but why did you make me stop?”

You look down at his body and smile.

His head tilts and he follows your eyes until it lands in his erection. His breath sputters as he tries to wave it away, “Wait, you don’t mean-“

“I want to cum inside you baby.”

“I, you, you want to- “

“Fuck you. Yeah baby I want to stretch that tight ass around my cock and fuck you until you can’t speak.”

His mouth opens but no sounds come out, for a second you worry you have finally pushed him too far but suddenly he snaps back into focus. “Yeah, bunny, I want to d-do that too.”

You give him a relieved smile and get to work. You quickly take off your underwear and have him swing his leg over your lap, positioning him to hover over your waist. You reach down and grab ahold of your throbbing cock still slick from earlier, lining it up with his hole.

With you already being prepared all you had to do was push down on his hips, urging him to sink lower, slowing impaling him with your length. You could feel the tightness of his hole as it resisted your entrance at first, not letting you move forward.

Soft mewls left his lips as he tried to relax and let you in but he could not do it on his own, “Shh baby, it is ok,” you coo, trying to get him to relax.

“I don’t think it is going to fit,” he whines, starting to lift himself up.

“It will work,” you mumble, and pull him in for a kiss. You explore his mouth with your tounge, distracting him until you could feel his hole begin to soften. Not wasting time you thrust your hips up, finally popping past the tight ring of muscle guarding his entrance.

A loud cry rips from his throat as you sink into his heat further, the head of your cock now settled inside him.

You force yourself to look up and meet his eyes and it was beautiful. He was an absolute wreck, already gasping for air and you were not even halfway in. His pupils were blown out, eyes barely focusing until you grab his hair and force him to look down.

“Watch baby,” you coo, “Watch me take you like this. No one but me will ever get to see you like this but me.”

He whimpers but complies, watching you sink in the last few inches. You lean forward and press your lips to his one again, wanting to be surrounded by him. Needing his taste on your tongue. At the same time, you start to lift your hips, admiring the feel of him slipping down onto your cock.

With each rotation of your hip, a new whine filled your mouth as he tried to stay in control. You broke the kiss and ordered, “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

He complied, his fingers digging into your skin and helping to increase the power of each thrust.

“Y-you are so perfect,” Tamaki panted as you rocked your hips forward in time with his. “I never want to be without you.”

“My baby,” you groan, “You are a natural, feel so good around me.”

His breath hitches, you could feel him growing closer, the hands on your shoulders weakening and the trusts becoming more desperate. Wanting to cum together you reach down and grab ahold of his pulsing cock.

“That’s it Tamaki,” you groan, “I want you to cum on my cock.”

Without needing to be told twice his hand came to life spurting three tentacles. The smaller two spread dipped low, gently cradling the weight of your balls with the third latched onto his cock, joining your hand to stroke himself with its slippery ribbed texture.

“Oh fuck,” you cry, your head falling forward to rest in the crook of his neck. You could feel his hole tightening around you, spasming as he grew closer, “Just like that Tamaki, please keep going just like that.”

And as always, he did as he was told. He lifted his hips, riding your cock at the same speed, driving you higher and higher, the tentacles on your balls gently squeezed mercilessly milking the pleasure from your body.

“Ah, god Tamaki, just like that,” you babble, unsure if the words were even able to be understood.

You could feel yourself slipping further away and needed to do something before you embarrassed yourself. You shifted up your hips, changing the angle of your thrusts. The next time your cock plunged inside of him, your length brushes against his prostate.

A beautiful look of shock crossed his face, there was no time to prepare himself before an explosion of pleasure suddenly blasted through him. He could not even cry out as he was swallowed whole by his release.

He convulsed in your arms, his mouth opens in a silent scream as his ass clenched around you, sending you spiraling too. In the middle of your haze, you could make out his hole clenching your cock as you fill him to the brim with your cum. His tentacle still toying with your taunt balls.

No longer able to support himself Tamaki collapses onto your chest, relying on you to stay upright. You wrap your arms around his wairs, pulling him in closer to your chest. He rests his cheek on your pec and you could hear his broken breath as he slowly recovers.

“Wow bunny,” Tamaki says breathlessly, “That was amazing!”

You kiss his sweaty neck weakly, “Yeah baby it was.” You look down to where your bodies were still joined and could already make out some of your cum starting to seep out of him.

“Bunny, I don’t think I can move.”

You laugh, “Oh good, because I don’t think I can either.”

He slouches down even more, “I think I will just lay here for a little bit; you feel so warm.”

You tighten your arm around his waist, holding him close, “Sounds good to me.”

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Speed Demon

Hey guys! So, our new anon, Peach anon, sent me an absolutely god-tier idea, and I got a little out of control thinking about it. Thank them for this messy little thing. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No but based on an ask

The ask: hi i found ur blog recently and i LOVE your work and wanted to shower u with love and affection <3 <3 <3 and maybe also... a headcanon?? anyways roadtrip with boys are so fun to imagine like i have this hc that draco is such a nervous wreck in cars and it translates into passenger driver ("careful, careful!! that semi is switching lanes!" "draco i am sIX CARS BEhiND IT") nfdjhgjs anyways imagine getting so fed up you just reach over (1/2 peach anon claiming peach right now its MINE :D )

(2/2) and start palming at his cock switching btwn just resting ur hand on him and making him try to fuck up into you fist he'd be grabbing the little handle above the door and finally shut up literally the second after you let him come though it's like four seconds of happy peaceful silence and then its "love, steady, you're speeding a bit" anyways ty for doing all that you do ilysm :)

Warnings: Smut, hand jobs, don't jerk someone off while you drive, mild cum eating, sub!draco, dom!reader, swearing(?)

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The muted drone of the weatherman on the radio filled the near silence of the car. Draco didn't ever talk much when you drove. For a man that enjoyed taking road trips as much as he claimed to, he certainly didn't like being in the car. You didn't mind much, though. You were just happy to spend the time alone with him. Even if the only time he broke the silence was to yell about your driving, which, to be fair, was often enough.

"Slow down! Why are you so insistent upon getting us killed?" Draco snapped, digging his fingernails into the seat.

"Draco, my love, my sweet, I'm already going under the speed limit. Try to relax a little," you said. The huff from your passenger seat reminded you why everyone had insisted that you and Draco take your own car. No one else could put up with him. Especially not with the kind of amusement you could.

"I'll relax when you stop trying to kill us," he said. But, then again, even you had your limits.

"Do you want some help, love?" you asked.

"Help? What do you mean help?" Without looking at him, you lifted your hand from the wheel, resting it lightly on his thigh. You gave it a firm squeeze. Though he didn't say anything, you found yourself enjoying watching him squirm in your peripheral vision.

"You know, help," you said cheerfully.

"You're driving," he hissed.

"You don't seem to mind much," you teased, laying your hand over his slowly hardening cock.

"Watch the road!" he snapped as a truck switched lanes several cars ahead of you. Despite his command, he bucked his hips up, grinding into your palm with no shame. You smiled. Draco could be so stubborn when he wanted to be. No matter how badly he wanted this, he'd probably just keep complaining about your driving until he couldn't anymore.

"I am," you said.

"What if you-ah-get distracted?" he asked.

"I'm just letting you use my hand. Keep it down and you won't bother me," you laughed.

"But what if--oh," he cut himself off with a groan as you popped the button of his pants and snaked your hand underneath.

"Shhh, just enjoy yourself, baby boy," you soothed, grinding the heel of your hand gently against the head of his cock. The whiny moan that reverberated throughout the car made you strain to keep your eyes on the road. You would have loved to see the face he was making just then, but you told him you wouldn't get distracted. Instead, you settled for rubbing him teasingly just to make him squirm.

"(Y/N)," he groaned.

"Hmm?" you hummed.

"Please."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want," you said, glancing over your shoulder as you switched lanes.

"I want more," he muttered.

"I thought you wanted me to concentrate on the road," you teased. With a groan of frustration, he rolled his hips into your barely moving hand.

"(Y/N), take pity on me. I'm already in this screaming death trap," he whined. You laughed, giving him a rough squeeze through his underwear. A choked groan told you all you needed to know. All he wanted was attention. That was likely why he'd been complaining so much in the first place.

"Alright, alright. Take your cock out for me then, baby," you said.

After a second of shuffling, you felt him push himself into your waiting hand. It never took much to work him up, and you were grateful for it. You loved seeing him hot and leaking for you pretty much as soon as you started playing with him. Swiping your thumb over the slit, you smiled as the wetness there smeared with your touch. He bucked impatiently at the soft attention. It wasn't what he wanted. Pulling your hand away for a second, you spat into it before beginning to jack him at a torturous pace. It wasn't a substitute for lube, but Draco didn't seem to mind any.

A quick glance at your passenger told you that he was just enjoying the sensation. He could have been anywhere for all he seemed to care. It was almost like he'd forgotten about the car entirely. One pale hand gripped the seat under him while the other grabbed the handle over his head to steady him as he thrust into your hand. Like a man unhinged, he drove up into the tight circle of your fist practically unassisted. You doubt he really minded the lack of real lube.

"That's a good boy," you praised, switching back into the other lane. "I bet you feel so much better now that you have something to keep you busy."

"Yes! So much better!" he moaned.

"I know being my good boy always helps you relax," you said. The car in front of you swerved and cut off the guy in the other lane, who blared his horn. You slowed slightly, glaring at them.

"Always! Love being your good boy." Draco's voice was so earnest and sweet, all pitched up like that.

"And you are such a good boy, Draco," you said.

Little punched-out noises rippled through the car, overpowering the drone of the radio station you'd been listening to earlier. Honestly, you preferred them. Any sweet, pathetic little sound Draco made was infinitely more interesting than any news guy on the radio. Hips pounding into your hand, Draco tipped his head back against the headrest with the most desperate wine you'd heard in a while. You shivered, cutting your eyes away from the road to steal a glance at him in all his strung-out, desperate beauty.

And you weren't disappointed. His usually pale skin was flushed a bright pink, eyes lidded and more focused on you than anything else, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to quiet himself. A real thing of beauty. Your sweet, pretty boy Draco. Twisting your hand over the head of his cock, you relished in that fact for a moment.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'd be half tempted to pull over and fuck you properly in the back seat," you said.

"Please," Draco begged breathily, slamming his hips up erratically.

"Don't tempt me, baby boy. We're on a schedule," you said. Though, it really was a charming idea.

"(Y/N), please. I don't care about being late. Want you to fuck me," he whined.

"You say that now," you laughed.

"Please, I'll be so good," he whined.

"If you can cum from my hand now, Draco, I'll keep you so well fucked on a this trip you won't remember anything but me," you said, an alluring promise coloring your voice.

"Yes, yes! Want that! Wanna cum for you so much," he babbled. Arching his back against the seat, he drove his cock into your hand with renewed desperation.

"Are you close? You wanna a good boy and cum for me?" you purred. The car in front of you stopped short, but Draco didn't even seem to notice that you'd jerked to a stop. He just gripped the handle above him and whined for you.

"Wanna be a good boy. Please, I wanna cum," he cried. Looking over, you noticed the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. You smiled gently at him.

"Oh, Dray, you've been so good," you said. His mouth dropped open into a soft cry as his hips completely lost rhythm. "Go ahead, baby boy. Cum for me."

Draco's hips stuttered, once, twice, and by the third time, he was cumming all over your hand. His eyes screwed shut, and a pitchy cry of your name left his lips as he shook in your grasp. And you just worked him through it. Pumping him gently while he whimpered through the aftershocks. You didn't stop until his thighs shook so hard you could feel the car move. Then, finally, you pulled your hand away and lifted it to his mouth.

"Clean up your mess, baby boy," you said.

"Yes, (Y/N)," he said tiredly, sticking his tongue out. Pressing your fingers against it, you let him lick your hand clean of his own cum until you were satisfied. You two had started moving again by the time he finally came around enough to really talk to you.

"How do you feel, Dray?" you asked. He gave you a sleepy smile.

"Like you need to slow down. You're speeding," he said.

"I'm not speeding," you said. You were, in fact, speeding a little.

"Don't think that just because I just had the best orgasm of my life that I don't remember you drive like a demon," he said. Shaking your head, you laughed in disbelief.

"Only you could complain after having the best orgasm of your life," you sighed.

"I thought you loved that about me," he said. "You're still speeding."

"Maybe I should have pulled over," you said, rolling your eyes. Well, it had been nice while it lasted. And Draco was right. Kinda. You did love him, even if you wouldn't exactly say you loved his complaining.

[bangtangalicious]

what would fmf!jk do if oc didn’t listen to jk and actually dated someone and ended up falling in love, how far would jk go to get her back?

so lets say you fall in love with taehyung bc he’s such a sweetheart in this. i hope you like this anon <3

tw: jealousy, possessive behavior, toxic fuckboy mentalities, fuckboy!jungkook, manipulation, implied smut, angst (sorry lmaoooo), heartbreak, selfpity, sabotage, poor taehyung rip, implied slut shaming (this part of the fuck me forever au)

weeks after hearing the news that you and taehyung were actually now dating, jungkook would find himself at the bar every night, drinking away the pain and throwing himself at others. he’d fuck two or three people a night, but his mind was always full of you. he was sick of you. no. he missed you.

he’d see you and taehyung around campus being all cute together. taehyung kissing your forehead, making you laugh, holding you in his arms the way jungkook used to

he’d sweat it off at the gym, pounding into the punching bag like there was no tomorrow. he couldn’t sit around and let you slip away from him. not any longer.

he’d hit you up, hellbent on doing whatever he needed to sabotage your relationship before he loses you for good. he’d text you asking to meet, showing up at your place when taehyungs not around. he’d want to try to drive a wedge between the two of you

he knew youd tell taehyung youd been spending time with him. he wanted you to. because he knew taehyung would advise you not to see him. to cut him out of your life.

and that was the key. jungkook would start putting the idea in your head that taehyung himself was overly possessive, not wanting you to spend time with your own best friend—how ridiculous ! 

jungkook knew all your deepest insecurities, and would exploit them to the fullest in order to to make you doubt taehyung’s commitment to you. 

he'd point out whenever other girls would talk to him. whenever taehyung would say he was too busy to see you. it would become the bane of his existence, making sure to catch taehyung slipping whenever he possibly could. he'd fill your head with wrong notions, reminding you all the reasons you felt you were undeserving of someone loving you.

then he'd recommend breaking up with him.

in the meantime he'd go around telling all your mutual friends that you still sleep with him even though you claim to be dating taehyung

taehyung may not believe it, but everyone else does. 

eventually they would start judging taehyung for being complacent or naive. saying that you’re taking advantage of him and getting away with cheating on him because you’re just that hot

despite how hard taehyung tries, it would eventually get to his head. he would blow up at you accidentally one day and you would start to think that maybe jungkook was right about taehyung being possessive. you weren't used to being in a relationship either. so you’d dump him then and there

jungkook would be overjoyed when you tell him, calling him in a mess of tears. he'd come over right away and take full advantage of your heartbreak & vulnerability. hold you tight. be the friend you knew and loved. the one you needed. 

sssh baby its okay. im here now aren’t i? everything will be okay. i got you.

you’d realize just how close he is, your lips would draw into him like a magnet. he’d make sure you kissed him first.

you’d want to give him everything, let him take complete control so that you could feel numb.

let me take away the pain baby. i can make it all go away. let me treat you right.

jungkook would then begin to fuck you sweetly. with care. getting into your emotional mind. filling you with love & adoration. making you feel wanted. making you feel beautiful. 

he has no idea what he’s missing out on. you’re a fucking goddess y/n. you’re the hottest girl in the entire world. you drive me crazy.

you realize that no matter how hard you tried to deny it you still had feelings for jungkook. you always would. 

this would overwhelm jungkook. he loves you too. but he’s afraid. afraid he’ll mess up and you’ll leave him. afraid that you’ll hurt him, get bored of him before he gets bored of you. he likes having to chase you. he likes the freedom of having you only when he’d like. he can’t be tied down, he can’t! its suffocating to think about. he doesn’t want what you and taehyung had.

he'd panic internally, but decide to entertain your feelings for the night if it would keep you this eager to please him and let him rail you repeatedly, all night long. however he wants.

god im fucking in love with you baby. i love you so much 

as he would push his cock deep inside you. he’d promise you love. friendship. the knowing comfort that you’d never ever be alone—you always had him. he was yours as long as you were his. 

you’re mine. all mine. don’t ever let anyone touch you again except me. im the only one. tell me im the only one. show me how much you need me.

he would fuck you over. and over. and over again. lips glued to one another. never parting as he pumped you full of his cum until you couldn’t even move. 

such a good fucking girl. so perfect for me. wanna fuck you just like this for the rest of my life

in the morning taehyung would show up begging for you to give him another chance. jungkook would answer the door in nothing but his boxers, telling taehyung everything he needed to know. 

once he would leave jungkook would grab your phone and block taehyungs number. he didn’t want to risk the two of you communicating and fixing your relationship.

he’d lie down, thinking about his actions as he watches you sleep. he couldn’t do it. he just couldn’t do it. he’d blink back tears of frustration, hating himself more for stealing something good from you—his best friend—for his own selfish needs. 

he wasn’t good enough for you. you deserved better. he recalled with a pang in his heart all the promises he made made while making love to you for so long last night. he was rotten, and he knew it. 

so when you you woke up. 

he was gone. 

a/n: basically he’d manage to get you back but then he would leave bc. he’s an asshole. IM SORRY HAAHAHA. theres a happy ending in the works ok dw.