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The Rave Ritual - Damian Priest Ft. Bad Bunny (18+)

Damian Priest x Simon x Bad Bunny

Other Characters: Roman, Hunter (Triple H)

Commission: @thesimonkshow​

Summary: Damian has a mission ordered by Roman which Simon isn't too happy about.

Read Part One Here: Midnight Surprises

Read Part Two Here: Vampire Cult

Read Part Three Here: Hunted

Warnings: 18+, Minors DNI, Three-some, Cursing, Smut, Vampire Smut, Supernatural, Blood Kink/Uses Blood as Lube, male x male x male

Word Count: 5,092 

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My eyes darken at the television monitor as I watched my boyfriend, Damian Priest receive a hug from his new tag team partner, Bad Bunny. I couldn’t help but to scoff and roll my eyes at the sight of this stupid decision made by the higher ups.

I had experience in the ring, Bad Bunny didn’t. I should be Damian’s tag team partner, it would make more sense, since I was Damian’s old body guard. Having some rapper come into the picture with no wrestling experience AT ALL only to get higher ratings for Raw and his music career would grow. 

“Fucking ridiculous.” I tightly crossed my arms over my broad chest and gritted my teeth, trying to stop myself from ripping out Bad Bunny’s throat once he arrived backstage. The lingering stares he gave Damian were too long, the touches he gave were everywhere and that victory hug didn’t seem so sports friendly. 

“So, how’d we do?” A panting voice called out, making me turn my attention away from the screen.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts I didn’t even realize the next match had started. “You did amazing.” I smiled, wrapping my arms around Damian’s sweaty form. “He” my glare shot daggers into Bad Bunny’s back as he spoke to people about his match as he dried off with a towel. “Did terrible.” 

Damian frowned at my reaction. “Babe.” He whispered. “Calm down.” He cupped my cheeks making me look at him. “Bad Bunny did great out there, did you not hear the crowd?”

“The crowd cheers for whoever is the good guy and not for their talent.” I huffed with an eye roll.

“So they just cheer for me because I’m the baby face, not for my talent?” Damian’s hand left my face. 

“Wait, no that’s not what I meant. Damian.” I called out for him as he was already walking away from me back to the locker room. Following right behind him I walked into his personal locker room, shutting the door. “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean, Simon?” Damian furrowed his eyebrows, his eyes darkening towards me. “Please, do enlighten me.” He snarled, showing off his fangs.

“I think you did great out there, this whole ‘bring a rapper to the wrestling business’ thing just doesn’t make sense to me.” I explained, my shoulders slumped.

“Simon, you know wrestling doesn’t make sense. That’s what's fun about it.” Damian spoke in a calmer state. My shoes were becoming more interesting as my gaze was casted upon them, too embarrassed to look at my lover. “Now, how about you come over here and give me my prize for winning.” 

Looking up at Damian I couldn’t help but to crack a small smile. “Anything for you.” I nearly tripped as Damian grabbed me by the collar and dragged me over to the sofa. Damian took a seat where I dropped to my knees and started to work at his wrestling attire. 

“There is something I did that you need to know.” Damian spoke in between breaths as I dipped my hand into his pants, stroking his already hard cock.

“What’s up?” I asked in a hypnotic tone, mouth watering as I pulled his cock free from his tight leather pants. I just wanted to taste him already, it’s been so long. 

“I’m inviting Bad Bunny to the rave tonight.” 

As I was about to wrap my lips around Damian’s throbbing cock I paused, pulled away and looked up at my boyfriend who’s head was tilted backwards with his eyes closed groaning in pleasure. “The rave, the rave that’s tonight at the house?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Y- Yes, the rave tonight.” Damian opened his eyes and looked down at me. “Come on.” He whined, pushing his hips upward trying to get his cock to enter my mouth.

“I don’t want him at the rave tonight.” 

“Simon, don’t start please. He’s my tag team partner.” 

Standing up, I pulled myself away from Damian and his raging hard on. “And I’m your boyfriend.” I reminded him, crossing my arms.

Damian let out a large sigh, tucking himself back inside his pants he stood up. “Simon, trust me please, it’s part of the plan.”

I squinted at him, tilting my head to the side in confusion. “Plan? What plan? No one told me of a plan!” My voice is slightly getting higher.

“Simon.” Damian grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the couch. He sat me down next to him, my body sinking into the cushiony leather seat. “Roman wants me to turn Bad Bunny.”

I stared at Damian, my teeth gritting together as I tried to stay calm. “Is he replacing me?” 

“No!” Damian’s soft hands cupped my face, squeezing my cheeks. “No, never. I can never replace you.” Damian’s voice was softer this time. “Look, Roman has a plan. He wants us to grow, he wants our family to grow.”

“So Roman wants Bad Bunny involved with us?” I asked, still trying to piece all of this together.

“And so many others, Simon.” Damian smiled. “They’ll be more of us, Roman wants more wrestlers to be just like us so we’re not the only ones anymore, we’re not the outcasts.” 

Staring at my hands, I watched as Damian traced my palms. A slight shiver ran up my spine from the soft feelings. “Please, tell me what you’re thinking.” 

I sucked the inside of my cheek only to lick my dried lips. “I think it’s great Roman is getting more members in but really, Bad Bunny?” I couldn’t help but to groan.

Damian laughed as I cracked a slight smile, whenever Damian smiled or laughed it did cheer me up. “You’ll like him once you get to know him, please get to know him at the rave.” Damian begged.

“Okay, okay I will.”  I half jokingly huffed out a breath.

“Good. Now, where were we?” Damian smirked as he grabbed the hem of his pants and started to push them down, exposing his hard cock once again.

“I think I remember.” Tracing my tongue over my bottom lip, I went back down on my knees in front Damian in between his thighs.

As night finally came, so did the guest. The safe house for myself and other vampires soon became a frat house. Bright colorful lights bounced off the walls in every other way, fog rolled along the floor from some fog machine somewhere in the corner, music blared through the large speakers placed in the corners of the room. 

As my back rested upon the bar, I scanned the dark lightly lit room. People were grinding and dancing against each other to the beat of the music, some people were even sitting on the couch talking where others were passed out. My eyes soon caught the Uso twins sitting on a loveseat surrounded by half naked women dancing around them.

I couldn’t help but to smirk into my drink at the sight of the two brothers. Sipping my alcohol I nearly choked at the next sight in front of me. Damian and Bad Bunny were sitting on the leather couch, nearly snuggled up against each other. Damian smiled at whatever Bad Bunny had to say. Damian’s hand lingering over Bad Bunny's thigh going a little too high for my liking. As I downed my drink, I slammed my glass down on the surface of the bar, nearly shattering it into pieces. About to make my way over there I felt a tight grip around my forearm.

I turned my head, glaring at the person who grabbed me only for my facial expression to soften. “Roman, I-”

“Don’t do it.” Roman let go of my arm. “He’s following Orders, Simon.”

I frowned and looked back at the common area where Damian was sitting and laughing with Bad Bunny. “I know.” I grumbled but I knew Roman heard me over the loud music. 

“You know if I’m not mistaken I’d believe you’re jealous of Damian.” Roman had a smug look on his face.

“Excuse me?” I blinked.

“Bad Bunny is giving all of this attention to Damian and here you are getting nothing, I think you crave attention from Bunny.” Roman’s eyes never left the two men sitting on the couch.

I traced over Roman’s face trying to see if he was joking or not, I skimmed my eyes towards Damian and Bad Bunny. Bad Bunny’s hand ran over Damian’s forearm that was resting in his lap, the rapper leaned closer to Damian, their lips merely inches away from one another. Bad Bunny’s hand left Damian’s forearm, now resting upon his thigh, slowly tracing upwards and cupping Damian’s clothed cock. 

I snapped my head away from the two, not standing to watch any longer. “I am not jealous.” 

“Oh yeah?” Roman chuckled, his eyes looking me up and down, he leaned towards me, his mouth resting upon my ear. “Your cock says otherwise.” He whispered, with that Roman walked away to go attend other matters.

Standing there alone with my cock pressed hard against my zipper and face beat red, I looked back over towards my boyfriend and his tag team partner. Roman was right, I was jealous that I wasn’t getting attention from the famous rapper. 

Swallowing my pride, I started to maneuver my way through the dancing people and headed towards the two men talking and laughing to one another. As I approached, Damian gave me a stern look where Bad Bunny tilted his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, looking up at me. 

My eyes darted towards Bad Bunny’s hand resting on Damien’s inner thigh, I looked back up at them and cleared my throat. “Room for one more?” 

“Always.” Damian purred. 

I sat next to Damian where he was now in between myself and Bad Bunny. My hand rested upon Damian’s inner thigh, leaning forwards towards him I gave a slight grin. “How about we show Bad Bunny what a good time we have during raves?” 

“You mean it?” Damian asked wide eyed.

“Yeah, I mean it.” My eyes darted to his mouth, back up to his eyes, leaning forward I pressed my lips against his. A soft moan escaped Damian as our lips danced against each other. My hand roamed over his lap heading further in between his legs only to cup his hard dick. 

Pulling away I smirked at Damian. “Did Bad Bunny here get you hard?” My eyes slid over to Bad Bunny who had a nervous expression on his face. 

“Yeah he did and he’s not doing anything about it.” Damian put on his best pouty face which made me laugh. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll do something about it.” With that I gave Damian one last kiss and pulled away, slipping down the leather couch I wedged myself in between Damian’s legs. “Hey Bunny?”

“Y- Yeah?” Bad Bunny swallowed the lump in his throat. 

“Do me a favor and keep Damian’s lips warm.” I winked at him, my hands quickly going to work and unbuttoning Damian’s tight pants. 

“Reall-” Before Bad Bunny could even speak, Damian grabbed Bunny’s collar and pulled him closer, pressing their mouths against each other.

Fishing out Damian’s hard cock, I noticed his balls were slightly heavier than before. It’s been a long while since this man has had an orgasm. Inching closer to Damian, I wrapped my mouth around his large aching member. Myself and Damian moaned at the same time. My tongue swirled around his cock, slowly inching down.

“Fuck, Simon.” Damian moaned out, pushing his hips upwards. Grabbing his waist, I pinned him down to the couch cushions, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked faster. 

“H- Holy shit, Simo-” Damian was cut off as Bunny pulled him in for another hot kiss. As Damian’s cock was down my throat, I tried my best watching my boyfriend get tongue fucked by Bad Bunny. Watching Damian get dominated by Bad Bunny made my cock stir. Reaching down, I rubbed myself through my jeans to slightly get relief. 

“Si, wait I- I don’t want to come yet.” Damian moaned as he pulled away from the kiss. That didn’t stop me, bobbing my head up and down Damian’s long shaft, I slightly gagged as the tip of his cock pushed deeper down my tight throat. 

Damian tossed his head back moaning loudly as Bad Bunny kissed and marked his neck. My speed stayed the same, my tongue swirled along his veins as my hands cupped his heavy sac. I was craving to have his come stuffed down my throat, it’s been so long since every conversation we’d have turned into an argument. 

I moaned as Damian’s hand ran through my locks only to grunt as he tugged at the strands of my hair. “Fuck, yes. Just like that Simon, fuck baby.” Damian buckled his hips up. My jaw ached as it slacked and I tried to force myself to take all of Damian’s size. 

Feeling his hot cock twitch deep in my throat I knew he was close. As I massaged his balls and sucked him off, precome and saliva collected around the corners of my mouth, dipping down my chin. My saliva gave his cock more lubricant so he could shove further down my throat. With a loud moan Damian’s hot seed was spurting down my throat. My eyes watered as Damian’s hand didn’t move from the back of my head, keeping my head still as he buckled his waist upwards. “Fuck.” He growled. “Good boy Simon, taking daddy’s seed.” 

After swallowing all of Damian’s seed I pulled away with a smirk and licked my lips collecting extra come. “Man, you guys really know how to party.” Bad Bunny panted, his lips were swollen from making out with Damian and he had a tent pitched in his pants showing how hard he was from the scene he was involved in.

“Oh, we’re just getting started.” Damian raised his hand and snapped his fingers and on cue Hunter came up from behind grabbed Bad Bunny by the jaw, forcing his mouth open. 

“Hey man, what the fuck!” Bad Bunny screamed, squirming against Hunter’s strength as his mouth was pried open. 

Damian brought his mouth to his wrist, biting his skin, blood oozed out of the puncture wound. Damian forced his bleeding wrist upon Bad Bunny’s mouth. “Get off!” Bad Bunny kicked and clawed at Hunter trying to get the larger man off. Bad Bunny spit and coughed trying not to swallow the blood.

As I saw Bad Bunny struggling to drink Damian’s blood I approached in front of him. Reaching for his nose, I pinched his nostrils together as Damian held his wrist tightly to his mouth, forcing him to drink the blood and Hunter held him in place. Watching Bad Bunny’s adam’s apple bob I knew he swallowed a portion of the red ooze. 

I pulled my arm away, smirking. “Now, was that so bad?” 

Bad Bunny glared at me as Damian pulled his wrists away. Bad Bunny’s mouth was covered in blood, where it was even dripping down his neck. The remaining blood he had in his mouth he spit it at me, spraying it all over my face and clothes. “You fucking bastard!” I barked, quickly grabbing his jaw in one swift move I twisted his neck, breaking it, his lifeless body went limp.

“Simon!” Damian yelled, standing up. His pants were now back around his waist with his cock tucked in as if nothing happened.

“He spit on me, look at me!” I gestured to myself as the warm thick blood dripped down from my face. I used the back of my hand to wipe the blood off of me. 

“We don’t know if he drank the blood or not, you could have killed him!” 

Standing there with a huff I looked at the lifeless body of Bad Bunny. “He swallowed it, I saw his adams apple bob.” I informed Damian.

“You better be right about his or Roman is going to fucking kill us. He wanted the Bad Bunny in the picture.” Damian groaned out in frustration. 

“Look, let’s just get him to the bedroom and once he wakes up we’ll start the real fun, okay?” 

Damian didn’t say anything as he watched Bad Bunny trying to see any signs of life. “Okay fine.” 

“Okay, I think I might have killed him.” I confessed as I stared at Bad Bunny laying on the large bed, sprawled out. 

“I fucking knew you did! You did that on purpose!” Damian hissed, his hands came to his face and groaned. “Roman is going to fucking kill us.” 

As I looked over Bad Bunny’s body I soon jumped to the loud sound of gasping air. Bad Bunny shot up, his eyes wide staring at me and Damian. Bunny quickly patted himself over and even touched his face and lips, pulling his fingers back he tried to see if there was anything on them. “I had the most fucked up dream.” He breathed.

“I knew I didn’t kill him.” I smiled proudly over at Damian who’s eyes darkened at me. “Okay, maybe I did have very little hope he was going to change.”

“C- Change?” Bunny asked with an eyebrow arched. 

Damian and I gave each other one last glance before we sat at the foot of the bed. “Bunny, listen, things are going to be a little weird from now on. Okay?” Damian said. 

“Is this because Simon was sucking you off while we were kissing?” He looked back and forth between me and Damian. “I- I’m sorry if I made things awkward. Oh god.” Bunny clenched his stomach. “Why am I so hungry?” He groaned.

“Bunny, no not that.” I laughed. “We’re talking about why you’re hungry. You’re no longer human. You’re one of us now, a vampire.” I smiled, purposely showing off my sharp fangs.

“A vampire?” He asked, squinting in confusion. “I don’t understand. So,” he paused, his fingers dragging across his bottom lip. “So that wasn’t a dream?” 

“It was not.” There was a knock at the door. Damian stood up and went to answer it.

As the door opened there revealed a large Roman. “I predict that everything went well?” Roman asked, handing Damian a blood bag.

“Yes sir. He’s now waking up and we’re about to feed him.” Damian took the large bag from Roman’s hands.

“Good. I expect the other half to go well.” Roman nodded towards me which made me arch my eyebrow in confusion. What was going on?

“Yes sir.” With that Damian shut the door and made his way back to the bed. “Here, drink this.” Damian handed Bad Bunny the bag of dark oozing blood. 

Bad Bunny stared at the bag, the blood slightly sloshed around. “I- I can’t.” Bunny shoved the bag back towards Damian.

“Bunny, you need to eat this or else you’ll become unhinged and trust me,” My eyes drifted towards Damian, remembering all of the times I’ve put him through because I didn’t want to drink blood. “You don’t want that.” 

“But that’s blood.” Bunny’s face was slowly becoming a lighter shade as if he was going to get sick. 

“Bunny I swear if I have to feed you like a bird I will.” I growled, my fist clenching as I grew more impatient. 

“Simon.” Damian’s brow narrowed at my attitude. “Go sit over at the chair.” He ordered.

Sighing out loud I stood up from the bed and sat down in a cushioned single chair with my arms folded. 

“Now Bunny, I’m going to get you through this and I’ll even reward you.” Damian brought the bag up to his face and ripped it open with his teeth. 

“Reward me with what?” Bunny’s voice was soft and concerned as he watched Damian spit out the plastic somewhere on the floor. 

“You’ll have to finish your dinner to find out.” I watched as Damian brought the bag back up to his lips, he squeezed a little bit of the liquid into his mouth, leaning towards Bunny he pressed his lips against the rappers and slowly started to make out. I watched as the blood slightly dripped from their mouths onto the bed sheets. 

Bunny moaned against Damian’s lips, swallowing the blood Bunny pulled away licking his ruby lips. “It tastes sweet.” He breathed. 

“Such a good boy.” Damian smiled, pouring a little more blood back into his mouth, he soon straddled Bunny’s lap and reconnected his lips onto Bunny's, pouring the blood into his mouth as they shared a kiss.

Shifting in my seat at the sight of my boyfriend straddling Bunny, my still aching cock was trapped in my jeans. Hearing the soft sweet moans from the two men made me whimper.

“Is someone being impatient over there?” Damian asked, looking over his shoulder. 

My eyes stared at his pump ass as it was straddling Bunny’s clothed cock. “N- no.” I swallowed. 

“Good.” Damian went back to feeding Bunny, pouring the blood into his mouth and transferring it to him. This went on until the clear bag full of blood was empty. “Feel better?” Damian asked, his hips rolling over Bunny’s cock.

“Y- Yes, but- fuck.” Bunny groaned, tossing his head back as his hands gripped Damian’s waist. “You’re making me so hard.” Bunny cried out.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you. This is your reward.” Damian’s hand fiddled with Bunny’s Gucci belt. Tossing the leather strap somewhere on the floor he then started to unfasten his pants. “Oh look at you, so hard.” Damian’s hand dipped into Bunny’s boxers as he started to stroke the rapper's cock.

Bunny’s jaw dropped as Damian started to stroke him. “F- Fuck, yes I’m so hard. You made me this hard.” Whimpers escaped from his lips.

My mouth began to water at the sight of Damian playing with Bunny. A loud whimper left my throat grabbing the attention of Damian. “You can stay there and watch. This is his reward.” 

Swallowing, I nodded only to squeeze my thighs together and rest my hand upon my growing cock, I slowly massaged myself to get some sort of friction going.

With a blink of an eye Damian used his quick speed and undressed himself and Bunny. The two were now fully nude, Bunny was in the middle of the king size bed where Damian was hovering over him like a predator. “Now, since you’re a vampire, everything is going to be better. Your vision, hearing, taste and even how things feel.” Damian dragged his fingers down Bunny’s chest and stomach, he eyed his cock only to grab at the base making Bunny gasp loudly.

My eyes were glued on the two Puerto Rican men getting tangled up with one another on the large bed. My hand dipped into my pants about to grab ahold of my cock. It was as if Damian had eyes in the back of his hand. “You don’t get to touch your cock until you’re told to.” A soft whine left my lips as I pulled my hand back, gripping the arm rest my nails dug deep.

Damian tossed Bunny’s legs around his waist. “The orgasms are to die for.” Damian winked, bringing his palm to his mouth he bit into it, blood poured into his hand. He wrapped his bloody hand around his hard cock, lubing it. “Hmm, fuck.” Damian purred, stroking himself hard. Lining himself towards Bunny’s entrance he slowly nudged his bloody cock inside.

Bunny made soft yelps and whimpers as Damian’s thick cock pushed past his snug walls. “Oooh fuck, you’re gripping me so tight.” Damian praised, his head hung low as if he was trying to control himself from orgasming right then and there. Bunny’s hands were lazily tracing all over his own chest, pinching his nipples with one hand and the other cupping and stroking his cock.

“Are you okay?” Damian asked in a soft tone, his eyes tracing over Bunny.

“Please, stuff me full daddy.” Bunny whined.

Hearing Bunny beg to be fucked had me biting my bottom lip. My cock begged to be touched as my mouth watered with anticipation, waiting to join the two. 

“Oh, so needy.” Damian snapped his hips in a quick motion, fully resting inside of Bunny. Bunny howled out a moan, arching his back as he gripped the sheets underneath him. “So responsive.” Damian chuckled, dragging his hips back he pushed forward again, starting to pick up a pace of his liking.

“Fuck, yes. Don’t stop, please.” Bunny panted, his head pressed firmly against the plushy pillows as Damian’s hips kept snapping against him. “Feels so good.”

I gripped the bottom of my shirt, ripping it off of me. My hands wandered over my stomach, trailing towards my chest. My nipples were soon in between my fingers as I pinched and tweaked at them. Breathless moans left my throat as my nipples tightened.

“You take my cock so well, such a good boy.” Damian grunted, skin against skin echoed in the room as Damian’s thrust picked up. “Fuck, might just have to make you my own personal slut.”

A whimper left my throat at the thought of that, the thought of Damian not needing me anymore made my heart slightly crack. Damian must have noticed as he looked over his shoulder at me with a smirk. “Our own personal slut, would you like that Simon?” Damian corrected himself.

I nodded my head yes, actually liking the idea of Bad Bunny under myself and Damian, pleasing us whenever we wanted.

“F- Fuck yes please! I want to be your personal little slut.” Bunny sobbed out. 

“Well you heard him, Simon.” Damian grunted in between words. “Get over here and ride him like the whore he is.” 

As soon as Damian’s words hit my ears I was up, undressed and straddling Bunny in no time with my super speed. My raging hard cock propped against my stomach as my hole clenched around nothingness, begging to be filled. Damian held the base of Bunny’s cock, angling it at the right position. “Lean back.” Damian’s free hand held my waist helping guide myself onto Bunny’s cock. 

A relief sigh left my lips as Bunny’s raw cock entered me. “Fuck, he’s so big.” I hummed, swiveling my hips as I slowly sank down Bunny’s length. Looking down to see Bunny’s reaction I couldn’t help but to laugh at how cock drunk he looked. “It looks like he can’t handle it.” I teased as I rose myself up only to be pushed back down.

“I- I can- fuck, it just feels so good.” Bunny sobbed as I kept riding him at a slow pace.

“Now Simon, don’t tease.” Damian warned behind me as he trailed kisses all over the back of my shoulder to my neck. “Show Bunny a good time.” A loud yelp escaped my lips as Damian’s rough hand slapped against my ass cheek. 

Moaning lowly as I started to pick up the pace, I slammed down on Bunny’s cock while Damian behind me was thrusting against Bunny’s tight ass. Damian’s hand wrapped around my throat, giving it a tight grip as he pinned my back against his toned stomach. “Feel so good.” He murmured.

Each time I drove my hips downwards, Bunny’s hips would buck up making all three of us moan at the movements. “I’m going to come.” Bunny whined, sweat beading down his forehead as he screwed his eyes shut.

“Fuck, me too.” Damian grunted.

“M- My cock, please.” I choked. 

“Fuck, you can touch yourself baby.” Damian nearly forgot to give me permission to touch myself which made me want to curse at him. The thought of cussing him out left my brain as I felt Bad Bunny’s hand wrap around my precome leaking cock. 

“Oh god, Bunny.” My hips jutter against him, grinding against his cock, hitting all the right places. 

“Come for me,  Bunny. Fuck, I want to feel your come inside me.” I whined, quickly grinding faster against Bunny. 

Loud moans echoed all around the bedroom from the three of us. Damian’s hands gripped my waist, helping me bounce on Bunny’s large cock, I sobbed as I slammed down on his thickness with the rhythm of Bunny’s hand stroking me.

“Fuck, I’m coming, I’m fucking com- coming.” Damian growled, his hips slamming faster as he fucked deeper into Bunny. 

“Oh god, fuck yes!” Bunny moaned loudly as Damian filled his greedy hole with his seed, triggering Bunny’s orgasm. Arching my back as I felt Bad Bunny’s seed filling me with his large load, I screamed out his name.

I had to give Bunny credit, with the powerful orgasm Damian fucked out of him, he never stopped his movements on my cock. Looking down, my jaw slacked as I cried out, spraying my come all over Bunny’s chest and chin. “Oh my god.” I sobbed, my whole body shaking from the aftermath. I collapsed on top of Bunny, not caring about the sticky mess in between us, his cock still stuffed in my ass while Damian slowly pulled out of Bunny.

“You know, you ride more of a whore than I am.” Bunny whispered in my ear. 

A blush rose upon my cheeks as I hid my face in his neck. “It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten fucked, shut up.” I told him.

Damian came back with a wet washcloth, cleaning in between Bunny’s thighs, he helped me off of Bunny’s cock and started to clean me up. I collapsed beside Bunny, catching my breath.

“So, does this mean I’m in the club?” Bunny propped himself up on his elbows, looking at us.

“Hmm kinda.” I licked my lips, remembering about the ritual he needed to do in order to officially get in.

“But we don’t have to worry about that right now.” Damian tossed the wet messy cloth into the dirty hamper. “Sleep. The both of you.” Damian eyed me as I was about to protest. “I need to speak with our leader, you two need to get your rest just in case we have to go again with our Tribal Chief.” With that Damian got dressed and left the room with myself and Bad Bunny.

“So…” I trailed my finger over his chest. “I’m not really that tired.” 

Bad Bunny gave me a lazy smirk. “Me either.” He wiggled his eyebrows making me straddle him once more.

[bunnyrafe]

jj talking you through it.

because he just loves when you're all dumb on his cock, feels like it’s where you belong when your whole frame and your pretty tits are bouncing along with each of his thrusts. your hand is locked around his wrist while his own is wrapped around your throat, and he can tell your close again by the way your pretty cunt hugs around him and the noises that fall from your lips.

“makin’ such a mess on me, sweet girl,” he manages to get his words out without any groans or grunts interrupting him, “you’ve got a few more in you— i know y’do.”

you whimper his name before your hands grab at his shoulders and attempt to pull him down to your level. you need him closer, need him to kiss your spit slick lips and swallow up all your whines. and he does that under the condition that you’ll cum for him once more, and a few times after that. when he feels your body tense up on him, he finally gives you what you want so he can trap you there. wrapping you up in his strong arms and pinning you to him, forcing you to take everything he has with every push and pull of his hips; every inch of his cock that has you crying & squealing.

“give it to me, baby.” he grunts against your pouty lips.

whatever bit of restraint you were clinging to slips past your fingers the second your eyes squeeze shut. your body convulses against jj’s and he has the nerve to laugh in your ear as you tremble and cream all over his dick.

“i know, i know.” jj sighs while trying his best not to ruin your high and overwhelm you with the way he grinds his hips against your own, “you’re doing so good f’me, hm? my sweet, sweet girl— just keep letting me make you feel so good. you deserve it, don’t you?”

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; fem!reader

wolf!yuuta kneeling in front of you a second after you step inside your shared apartment bc he's missed you so fucking much. he paws at your thighs as if he's a puppy and not a fucking wolf, who could easily devour you if he so desired. but here he is, staring up at you like he's completely at your mercy (he is).

you pat his head and he leans into your touch, his eyes falling shut as he inhales your scent. fuck, he really did miss you... it's so sweet, it's so addicting – he doesn't say he fucked your pillow just a few hours prior because he just couldn't take it anymore. your dirty underwear smells good but it's nothing compared to what he has in front of him now, only mere inches from his so very sensitive nose. oh, how he wants to to just shove his face into your crotch and inhale like it's his last breath of air, but he can't.. he has to be behave. he can't be too haste, it's rude.

and you deserve better than that.

so, he forces down his innate need to pin you down under him right then and there, he forces down the need to sniff and lick, to eat you out until you're crying out from overstimulation, begging for him to stop because it's just too much. the scratch marks you'd leave on his cheeks wouldn't faze him at all, if anything they'd be a sign that he's doing his job well.

"yuu.. ?"

he snaps out of his little daydream, your voice cradling his mind like a soft cloud of pure sweetness. he meets your gaze and gives you a reassuring smile, letting you know that he's here. that he's ready to serve you.

he'll get to play out his fantasies later.

but now, he'll just help you get all cozy. he'll feed you and clean you and make sure you're all taken care of before sinking his sharp teeth into you as a reward for being so good for you.

[beforeimdeceased]

abby wearing her strap on asking you to ride the bulge and beg her to fuck you and she’s not gonna do it until you sound as desperate as she wants you to…i need a glass of water

[harbingersglory]

i know i said more dom!reader blah blah blah sorry arlecchino rotted my brain severely. tmasc bunny!arle giving me severe brain damage /pos

(he/him prns used for arle)

at a glance, the big ears and small puffball of a tail might temporarily make you think Arlecchino is far sweeter then he actually is. how could anyone who looked so cute be anything but, right?

but you know better. you serve under Lord Arlecchino - literally. tucked under his desk while he makes you slobber and choke all over his strap. you barely get to breathe with his hand fisted in your hair, keeping you right where he wants you. if you've been particularly exemplary on your little missions, he might even let you sit on his lap. though whether thats worse or not is debatable, making you cockwarm him as he works. and you'd better keep quiet, too. he's not above muzzling you or just straight up shoving his fingers into your mouth to silence you while you squirm on his lap.

maybe if you last until he's done he'll fuck you properly. bend you over his desk and pound your pretty little holes until you're unable to stand. he'll still make you clean up his strap afterwards, of course.

it's when he's in a bad mood that he really gets going. sheds the act of polite, dignified little bunny. no, he's here to break you in and use you like the little toy you are. and you'll let him, won't you? drooling all over his strap when he fucks your throat raw, drags you into the nearest room the moment he sees you to watch your eyes roll back into your head as his cock stretches you out..

he's just as much of a mess as you are when he's this pent up, though. he doesn't bother keeping up appearances when he just has some pent up stress to get out. if you could even think straight you'd notice his puffball of a tail wagging and his ears drooping as he ruts into you, panting and grunting against your ear when you cum around his strap for the tenth time. you could almost swear you heard him whimper, but you'll be in a world of punishment if you mention it the next day (he absolutely did).

[thefallennightmare]

Vampyr-Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson Drabble

*all pictures for cover found on pinterest. gif made by me. feel free to use, simply give credit*

Pairings: Vampire! Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Reader

Warnings: NSFW. mentions of blood, drinking blood, sex(p in v, rough, oral with male receiving), spanking, choking, degradation, swearing, fluff.

Summary: Joakim had spent centuries walking the earth alone, desperate to find someone to share his soul with. When he saw you, your essence radiating from your beauty, he refused to taint you with his own blood. No matter how much you begged him.

Authors Note: So this is for @cowpokeomens Bunny Summerween! You can find her introduction post HERE. I'm super stoked about this! This stemmed from a little conversation between me and @thatchickwiththecamera. Enjoy loves!

Summerween Prompts: "Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will.” and Graveyard.

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The heels of my shoes clicked against the concrete as I walked down the back halls lit but the dim overhead lamps. My deep breaths echoed in the vastness in front of me as the door at the end of the hall came closer into view. 

Ruby moonlight from the blood moon broke through the giant window as I walked past it, dawning the hallway with such a vigorous light, it made my skin buzz with excitement for what was to come on Hallows Eve.

On the other side of the door I could hear soft chords of a guitar and a smile slowly crept to my face. The large door creaked and groaned when I opened it causing the man at the computer to slowly turn towards me. The inside of the room was a vast difference than the cold and dreary hallway I’d walked down. 

Dark eyes peered up at me from underneath a hat and through the facial hair around his lips, I saw a ghost of a smile. 

“You’re not dressed yet?” I asked with my hands low on my hips. 

“Käraste,” he sighed my nickname.

“Joakim,” I mocked. “The party starts in an hour. We already told Noah that we’d be there.” 

He set down the guitar on the floor at his feet before leaning farther back in the computer chair. Even though the large gothic estate was secluded in the middle of a graveyard, Joakim still managed to modernize the inside as the eras went on. The music studio was the most recent upgrade since I’ve lived here. 

“I’m ready,” he shrugged. 

I peaked a brow at his black shirt and jeans, the starkness of his white shoes standing out. His long hair was cascading down his shoulders.

“And what are you supposed to be?” I wondered. 

His tongue flicked over his teeth, the sharp fang catching his bottom lip and a small dribble of blood dripped over his chin. Something low in my gut burned with the need to lick him clean but knew that Joakim would deny me. 

Like he always did. 

“I don’t want to taint your blood unless you're absolutely sure, Y/N. It’s too pure for this curse.”

I was a mere mortal in his world of vampires, wanting a way in but never getting over the fear of what would happen if I did. As much as he loved me, Joakim would never get over the guilt if he turned me and I ended up hating what I became. 

Something I was afraid of as well. He wanted to make sure I was completely on board with the decision. 

Joakim was one of Sweden's oldest vampires, becoming the first in 1623 then creating a long lineage of vampires in his wake as he walked the earth for centuries with the hopes of finding someone to spend the rest of his eternity with. Two years ago he found me alone in a cafe with a book in my lap. He kept his secret from me for a long while until one night when the cravings for blood were too strong for him to ignore and I caught him with his fangs deep in my next door neighbor's throat. 

Joakim thought I’d be afraid of his true nature but in fact, I was enthralled. I wanted to know more. It confused me how he was able to walk out in the bright daylight without getting burned to which he informed me that his nose ring worked as a daylight ring, allowing him to stand in the sun. 

I was tired of this mundane life and was desperate for something different. An eternal life with Joakim. I’d love him with my entire soul and the idea that someday I would grow old while he remained his youthful self made my heart ache. But again, he didn’t want to burden me with his curse. 

“That’s the most pathetic vampire costume I’ve ever seen,” I snickered while rolling my eyes. 

Joakim raised a brow. “And what are you supposed to be?”

I smoothed down the leather jumpsuit. “Selene. From Underworld.” 

“Ah,” he mused before rocking back and forth in his chair. “Do we have to go tonight? I’d much rather stay home with you, käraste.”

His eyes raked over the top of my breasts that were exposed due to the zipper of my suit that wasn’t pulled close completely. 

“You’ve been working non stop the last few days. Bad Omens isn’t going anywhere, love.” I extended a hand to him. 

His dark eyes flicked down to it where it lingered for a moment before it rested back on my breasts and if he didn’t wear a smile, I’d fear something heavy was plaguing his mind. 

“You’re looking quite delicious, Y/N. Come here,” Joakim spread his legs wide, an open invitation. 

Something flickered inside of me, setting my skin ablaze with the intensity from his gaze, and I knew what he wanted. He needed another taste of me. While he refused to change me, he did love the way my blood tasted. He never drank from the vein in my neck because he was afraid of going too deep so he always drank from my wrist. It was a euphoric experience and it burned my soul in the best way. 

With his legs still spread wide, I perched myself on his lap and felt the cold skin of his arms as they wrapped around me. No matter how warm my body ran, it did nothing against Joakim’s always cold body. 

His heart, however, was warm with his undying love for me. 

I left a tender kiss to his lips, tasting the beer he drank earlier, and hummed in delight when his tongue slipped inside. I paid no mind to how we both managed to fit in the computer chair, his kiss being the only thing I could focus on. His sharp fangs nipped at my bottom lip and soon the taste of crimson mindled with our saliva causing Joakim to groan. His cock was aching underneath his jeans as he rutted up into me. 

“Käraste,” he murmured against my lips. “I need more of you. Please.” 

His begs were enunciated with a tight grip on my hips as he moved my body slowly over his cock. 

Pulling away from the kiss, I gave him my exposed wrist and with murky eyes, Joakim snarled his lips for his fangs to swell then sunk them deep into my wrist. 

“Fuck,” I panted, feeling the pull and tug of blood as it left my body. 

Inky veins littered around his eyes as the paleness of his skin soon began to shine with color. It was then I realized how long he’d gone without a proper feeding. 

“Joakim,” I shuddered while knocking off his hat to brush away the strands of hair from his face. “When was the last time you fed?” 

Still attached to my wrist, the orbs of his eyes told me the answer. 

Too long. 

“My love. You know I’m always here if you need to feed. There’s no need to starve yourself,” I reminded him. 

With a large intake of breath, he released his fangs from my now raw skin and his chin was stained claret with my blood; such an unholy sight. 

“On your knees,” he demanded, suddenly pulling me from his lap and forcing me to my knees. “Take it out.” 

My fingers worked fast to undo Joakims button and zipper, pulling his aching cock free. Beads of precum slip through the slit and I licked my lips hungrily at hit. Blood from the wound on my wrist dripped down as I grasped him, slowly moving my hand up and down. 

Joakim’s head fell back against the chair again, a breathy moan falling from his lips when I finally took all of him in my mouth. The taste of my blood and his cum was a glorious mixture and the need for more drove me wild. I craved to know what his blood tasted like. 

Did it taste sweet like his soul?

Did it have a tangy aftertaste like his cum? 

I swirled my tongue over the sensitive head and then began bobbing my head up and down in a fast paced motion; one I knew drove him mad. 

“Jag behöver dig för evigt, käraste,” Jolly ran his fingers through my hair to hold my head in place as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat. 

I held him there for a long moment, sliding my tongue underneath his shaft which made an ungodly sound crawl out from his throat. All at once, I felt myself being lifted from the ground and wrapped my legs around Joakim’s waist. 

“Hold on tight,” he whispered in my ear. 

In a whirlwind flash, I felt my stomach drop then rise to my throat as we left the studio and ended up in our bedroom in a blink of an eye. He gently tossed me onto the bed and I giggled as I bounced. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to your super speed,” I said. 

Joakim hummed low while standing at the edge of the bed, pants still undone and thick cock hanging over the band of his briefs. With swift movements, he then stood in front of me bare for all to see. I watched as he zoomed around the room to litter it with lit candles and soon, a melody of lofi and ambient beats filled the space. 

“As much as I love you in this costume. I need to see you without it,” he spoke with a growl and ripped off the leather from my body, peeling it away like a second skin. 

The everlasting glow of the flames casted him in an orange and red hue, showcasing every outline and color of the tattoos that covered his chest and arm. My blood had dried to his chin as his tongue lapped up what was left of the sticky substance. 

"Oh, could just eat you up. Maybe I will,” Joakim crawled over me leaving soft but yet rough kisses as his fangs dragged over the inside of my thigh. 

My nails dug into the thick muscles of his arms and pulled him up to me to drown myself in another one of his soul shattering kisses. His scent was all encompassing as it stained my skin and when I wrapped my legs around his waist, I felt the head of his cock brush up against my slick folds. He slid his cock up and down with slow strokes and I nearly whined while grasping at the clammy skin of his back. 

“Joakim, please,” I begged. “I can’t wait any longer.” 

Calloused fingers brushed back the hair from my face so those eyes cloaked with darkness could stare earnestly at me. 

“I’ll never make you wait for me,” he promised while finally slipping inside of me. 

Our groans of pleasure mixed together as the old bed beneath us creaked and scraped along the hardwood floors with every thrust. My back arched in an futile effort to make him go deeper. 

When we first began dating, Joakim was careful with me, never wanting to hurt me with his strength. But once I knew what he was, I made him vow to me to never hold back. I could take it. 

My squeals echoed in the large room as he pulled all the way out to flip me onto my stomach. 

“Fuck,” I cried when his palm laid a stinging slap to my perk ass.

“In the air. Now.”

Never wanting to disobey him, I raised my ass in the air so he could use two fingers to gather the wetness between my legs. Slow and methodical fingers played with my clit and I grasped at the pillow underneath me, bringing it closer to my chest. 

“What do you want, käraste?” 

Fangs grazed over my lower back and felt tiny little pricks, drawing blood. The flick of his tongue cleaning up the mess he left behind. Every little bite brought me closer and closer to the edge and I was ready to succumb to the euphoric bliss that awaited me. Many times before, I had an orgasm just from Joakim feeding on me, but now adding his fingers to my clit, it felt like my body was vibrating. 

Words were foreign to me all of a sudden so I pressed my ass against his hips which in turn earned another striking palm to the already redden cheek. 

“Words, Y/N. You know you need to use your words with me,” his deep voice demanded. 

“Please, my love. I want your cock,” I all but screamed when another three hard strikes landed. 

A gentle kiss to the angry skin. “Good girl.” 

My head fell to the bed when I felt him fill me up completely and this time, there was no holding back like he’d done before. His pace had a merciless rhythm as he wrapped an arm around my stomach while his other hand gripped my throat to hoist my back against his chest. Now as he fucked up into me, I let my head fall back on his shoulder. 

“Touch yourself,” he ordered with fangs leaving small marks along my neck. 

“Joakim,” I moaned once two delicate fingers began playing with my clit. 

It was all too much and I couldn’t focus on one of the feelings that ignited inside of me. 

While his thrusts were reckless, I could tell that Joakim was holding back from sinking his teeth farther into my throat. 

I exposed more of my neck to him with a silent invitation but I felt him shake his head behind me. 

“I can’t,” his grip around my throat tightened. 

My free hand reached behind me to bring his fangs closer. “I love you, Joakim. I won’t think less of you.” 

His hips stalled for a moment, an indication that he was close. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. Your wrist is one thing. The blood in your neck smells different.” 

Haze filled eyes looked up at him and I nuzzled my face in the hairs of his chin stubble. 

“I want to spend all of eternity with you,” I proclaimed. 

Something changed in the air around us with my words and there was a small flicker of light behind his eyes as they flicked down to the thick vein in my neck, it pulsating with the need to be tasted. 

Still connected, Joakim began to slowly drag his cock in and out of me, bringing me even closer to my release. My hand fell away from my clit, unable to focus on the sensitive nub, and I watched through hooded eyes as he bit down on the inside of his wrist. His blood dripped down my chest and onto the sheets beneath us before he brought it to my lips. 

“Drink, käraste. Drink as much as you want. You won’t hurt me.” He assured me with a soft smile. 

His blood tasted sweet like his soul but had a tangy aftertaste the longer I drank from him. Crimson pooled out of my lips, down my chin, and covered my body. The brilliancy flooded my mind, my soul, and it seemed that I was losing myself, dissolving in pure ecstasy and happiness. It was as if a part of me that lay dormant suddenly awoken as the hunger I felt grew tenfold and I was desperate for more. My nails dragged at the tattoos on his arm, trying to bring Joakim’s wrist closer to me. 

“Vi kommer för alltid att vara sammanflätade. Våra själar kommer att förbli ett, och vi kommer aldrig att behöva leta efter varandra eftersom våra liv kommer att leva tillsammans,” Joakim murmured in his mother tongue before finally plunging his fangs into my throat. 

The sound of skin ripping tangled together with our joined release, him spilling himself inside of me, and as new life breathed into me, Joakim professed his love to me with each pull and tug of my blood. 

[comet-forgot-you]

I NEEEEEED more bunny!reader plssss, like something about reader not being able to wait for amber so they fuck her in the car with their strap

YESSS

smut. 18+ pls.

do not repost for any reason.

going go a club with amber, her grinding against you the entire time. you were already worked up with the outfit she wore and you wanted nothing more than to drag her to the bathroom and fuck her senseless. but you didn’t, couldn’t really.

you knew amber could feel the strap hidden beneath your clothing, her eyes meeting yours the second she ground against it the first time. “really?” she mumbles, her arms hooking around your neck, your hands holding her hips, guiding them with the music.

you smirk, “couldn’t help it, not when you look so fucking good, ambs.”

the second you left the crowded building, the booming music getting traded for the sound of rain, you were ready to pounce on her. you wanted nothing more than to fuck the girl until she was a drooling mess because of your cock, but you didn’t, you were waiting until you got home.

but of course you didn’t make it home, theres no way you could’ve. amber had taken your hand and placed it underneath her tight dress, the warmth of her cunt calling to you.

“amber,” you tried to warn. she says nothing, leaning over the center console to press a kiss against your shoulder, her grip tight against your wrist. she teases you until you cant take it anymore, pulling off to a dark, empty parking lot.

the moment the two of you climb into the back seat, your pulling her dress up as best you can, your eyes meeting her lace covered cunt. your lips meet hers as you struggle to unbuckle your pants, fighting them until your strap is free from its refines. you tug at her panties, pulling away from her to tug them off of her legs.

“you’re such a fucking tease, amber. wearing this dress, touching all up on me, do you know what you do to me?” amber shakes her head, a needy look in her eyes as her hands come up to massage the base of your ears. she knows it’ll break you. she knows you can’t help how it shuts your brain off, the only thing left on your mind being the need to fuck her until neither of you can move anymore.

and it works.

you run the tip of your strap through her folds, collecting her wetness, before sinking into her slowly. you create a slow pace, your hand pressed against the window above amber’s head, your other one holding her hips down firmly.

you can’t keep your slow pace, not with the way amber teases your ears, and especially not with the sounds of her moans. you pick up your pace, a stark difference from your previous pace. amber’s moans are loud, her fingers shaky against your ears as you fuck into her roughly.

“fuck!” amber bites down against her bottom lip. her hands fall to your neck, wrapping around it, tugging you closer. “needed you to fuck me like h this all night. its the only thing i could think about, baby,” she murmurs against your lips. you groan out at the confession, your hand on her hip moving to hold her thigh, angling it until you’re able to fuck deeper into the girl.

amber’s whines make your ears twitch, they’re desperate and so full of need. you need to have her cumming around your strap now. “amber,” you whimper out, you don’t mean to, you just cant help it. her greedy cunt sucks you in and it makes you so needy for her.

amber lets out a whine, her body jerking as her orgasm washes over her. you don’t slow down, you can’t, you need more from her, you need to fuck her until you’re satisfied with your job.

and thats what you do, fucking her into the leather seats of your car until she’s a babbling mess, drooling against it, her cum leaking onto the seats below you.

[lunicho]

thinking about sub!anton who gets so needy but isn't very vocal about it, and he tries to express it subtly by looking at you with his pretty doe eyes and playing with your hands. the way you'd catch on to what he's doing because he isn't as subtle as he thinks he is, but you'd tell him "use your words, anton" and he's just so shy and his cheeks are tinted pink and he's looking at you so desperately, "you know what i want" but poor baby isn't getting touched until he speaks his truth

— 🪨 (ur favorite eunseok enthusiast who loves anton on the side occasionally sungchan!!)

(send riize asks to @angeltsan)

u wanna be special so bad bro like u just wanna be different so bad 🙄 also sungchan is MINE. (this is my bestie guys im not being mean to a random anon i promise)

ughh this is so true like i can vividly envision this playing out. he's definitely the type to give u the "fuck me" eyes from across the room instead of just telling u what he wants. he'll look at you with those desperate eyes and he'll hope u know what he wants which ofc u do because he's not slick fr. he'd keep coming to u and just lingering around, randomly playing with your shirt or your hands and he'd keep looking at u with pleading eyes.

when u finally do say smth to him and it's not you just fully giving in he'll get a little more whiny honestly. like when u tell him to use his words he'll whine (quietly) about how ur so mean because you know what he wants and he shouldn't have to say it but its more of a reason for him to directly ask for it! anton needs a dom with some backbone fr cuz he's pretty bratty and needs someone to really make him do things cuz he's really such a princess. he gets desperate and frustrated quite quickly so it won't take too too much to get him to say what he wants.

[moviestarmartini]

where she goes. — brahim díaz x reader.

tranquilita tu siempre te roba el show / una perversa le vo'a dar dembow / si se pone en cuatro i go where she goes.

summary: (based on this request) you slept with brahim full knowing he only did it to get over his ex. when he comes asking for more you decide to ignore him and disappear, full of pride. too bad he knows where to find you.

wc: 2.6k

warnings: yet again basic sentences in spanish (some i translated), nsfw (18+), stubborn mfs, alcohol consumption, prideful mfs, unprotected sex but what's new (not endorsing it!!!!), p in v, fingering, dom!brahim, he's a bit mean here whoops, spanking (nothing too extreme i promise), praise, aftercare, he's a lil shit here.

A/N: i stalled for a second but i'm so happy how this turned out !! thank you reina @thelvsickgirl for the request mwah mwah i hope you like it 🤍

now playing... where she goes by bad bunny

You stared at the messages in disbelief. You knew very well you were just a rebound, and though it was very well the best fuck of your life, you doubted if that was the case for him too. It was just your ego controlling your every thought, embarrassed you were the second option for him to come back to every time he found himself lonely. After not long consideration, you decided to listen to your pride and ignore the messages. 

Brahim stared back at the blue gray check marks, noticing how you went online on and off but no typing. There was no true intention to reply, thus meaning you didn’t want to respond, and you wanted him to know that. The same sense of pride invaded the two of you. ‘Fine. If she can ignore me, I can ignore her back. Game on.’ and he ignored you ignoring the messages, chest puffed with toxic dignity. 

But it wasn’t easy, not as much as he’d imagined. Each time he closed his eyes to rest, the ghost of your body haunted him, and he yearned to have your tits smothering his face once again as you bounced up and down the length of his cock. When he passed by the living room the carpet was still soaked in a stain remover from the red wine you spilled that night, the same one that had gotten you tipsy and stained your blouse, prompting you to remove it. 

And then, as the situation escalated, he replayed it in the same exact way in his mind until he tore himself away from the thought and moved on. Moved on to the thought of what you were up to; if you were seeing someone else, someone that had your voice stuck in the back of your throat like he did. 

Even some considerable time later, he just gave into the urges, the need to see your ass bouncing against his pelvis when he ordered you to get on all fours just to ram you from behind. He knew you well enough to know you were going to be at that club that night, so he sat and waited patiently, being a wingman to his own friends as he waited upon your arrival. 

And God, it did not disappoint. 

You sauntered in as if you walked into your own living room, the act was flawless as you stole gazes and forced them to look at you. But Brahim couldn’t help but smirk when he noticed you were only looking back at him. He watched as you hurriedly excused yourself from your group of friends and trotted over with those stiletto heels, sitting in the empty chair next to him. 

“Stalking me now, aren’t we?” You muttered, calling the bartender over. You couldn’t even bother as Brahim raised his hand to catch his attention first. 

“Un espresso martini para la señorita; lo agregas a mi cuenta.” ‘A espresso martini for the lady; add it to my tab’ The corner of your lip twitched as he knew exactly what you wanted. That also came true as he placed his hand on your knee, caressing a scar from the time you rolled down a hill when you were six.

“When are you giving me another chance, huh?” He inched closer, searching for your eyes. “I came all this way…” He thanked the bartender with a nod, giving you enough space to sip on your drink. “I surrender, okay?” 

You laughed, not even knowing what type of war you found yourselves in. “Surrender to what? ¿Qué está pasando por esa cabecita tuya, Brahimi?” You hummed disinterestedly, taking a long sip before placing the glass down. But there wasn’t any type of humor in Brahim’s eyes, not even with the nickname. He leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours. 

He seemed to straighten up and almost fix his attitude towards you, clearing his throat and brushing his hair back. “Can we… talk somewhere more private? My car, maybe?” He offered, eyes full of regret. 

You convinced yourself for the past month or so you weren’t going to give in so easily. You knew it was just sex, all his compliments and excuses were the pathway straight into his bed, or his couch, or the kitchen counter. But there you were, gulping down the last of your drink before getting dragged out of there, hurriedly texting your friends.

You sat in his car, the air thick as the engine roared awake. “What was it that you wanted to talk about?” You turned to him, still playing hard to get. The act dissolved the second he crashed his lips in yours furiously. “Ay princesa…” He sighed against your lips, his hands messing up your hair. “I want to feel that pussy again.” 

The nod you gave him was enough for the man next to you behind the wheel to break almost seven traffic laws on his way back to the apartment, and you squirmed on your seat, extremely turned on. 

The walk to the elevator was fuzzy, but as soon as you got inside, he almost slammed you against the wall with the rough push, subsequently having his lips take yours. It was sloppy, his lips and surrounding areas tinting in your lipstick, hands exploring under your dress to the point you wondered if he’d gotten you naked entirely. 

He was hungry, insatiable almost. When you reached his floor, the door wasn’t even closed, and you believed he knew how tightly you were wrapped around his finger. You stumbled inside to reach his living room couch, the same place where it all began a few weeks ago. 

You sat in his lap, legs to either side of his body. His hands forced you to arch your back, clothes chests against each other.  “Take off that dress. Keep the heels,” He ordered, pulling your hands away and letting you stand. He wanted a show, and you gave him just that. Your eyes didn’t leave his as you unzipped the little black item, letting it slowly slip down your body and pool at your feet. You brushed your hair to the side, giving him those eyes that chanted ‘slut me out!’ over and over again. 

“Who’s been seeing you in those?” He pointed with his nose to the lacy items that dressed your body under the regular items. He parted his legs, his growing boner becoming more evident.

“You know I wear these to feel pretty.” You replied with equal sass, and he tutted, leaning back. “What?” He saw right through you, and that was only part of it, not the entirety. With no other reply he patted his lap, inviting you to sit in it again. 

You knew better than to disagree, and as soon as you placed your legs on either side of his body, he captured your lips in his. The kiss was frenzied, he grabbed the plush of your ass and kneaded it. The groping made you grind on his lap, the excuse of a piece of fabric rubbing against his clothed boner. 

Brahim broke the kiss, leaving you wanting more. But he kept you away, holding you tenderly by your jaw, but still squishing your cheeks a little. “Don’t lie to me, mamita,” He cooed, voice dripping with sweetness before a smack filled the air, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Who’s been seeing you in that lingerie?” 

“No one, I swear!” You whined, writhing under another spank to your ass. “I kept wearing it in case I ran into you. I never got the courage to get on with someone else.” You heard a small laugh come from him, and sweet pecks soon placed at your chest. 

“Was that so hard to admit?” Brahim brushed your hair back with the palm of his hand, almost petting you. “Too bad you were just a lil’ too stubborn to text me back, eh amor?” His nose brushed against your neck, now depositing the sweetest kisses down its length. His hands played with the clasp of your bra, and it brought small giggles to your slips that mixed in with the moans. 

But the giggles didn’t last long as his hands cupped your breasts, massaging and squeezing them. “Fuck, I missed these,” He groaned, his lips applying sucktion on your shoulder. Surprised, your hands brushed the short strands in the back of his neck before tangling into the longer ones at the top. 

“Eres mía, ¿oíste?” Once his hands left your breasts, his fingers brushed against the newly formed mark. You nodded, breath hitching when his fingertips descended down your torso, hand stuffing inside your panties. He hummed in satisfaction at your wetness, grazing lightly at your clit. His eyes dissected the way you could barely stay straight, sinking further into his clothed thighs. “That’s good, isn’t it?” 

But the way he stared at you also meant he wanted a vocal answer, and with a trembling voice you reassured him, “So good, I swear,” His movements were painfully slow, until he moved his hand further down to tease your entrance. You nodded in consent, feeling two digits push inside. But there he was again moving slowly, taking his sweet time. 

“I’m sorry, is that not enough?” It was as if he was making fun of your moans turning into whining between low chuckles. “Ride them. C’mon.” The situation itself already seemed bizarre, how you ran into him when you most wished you did, only for him to have you completely under his control. You didn’t question him, taking the free pass and allowing yourself to get off, hips rolling on the digits he pumped inside you. You threw your head back, moving upwards and back down again continuously, your slick soon gathering in his palm. 

The moment he curled his fingers to hook against that ragged spot,  heat rose up your body, stomach tickling. Your movements became frantic, eyes glassy as you began to crave that release… only for him to remove his hand from under you, leaving you speechless. He licked his fingers clean with such care, big puppy eyes looking up at you. 

“Cum on my cock, please,” He guided your hand to squeeze the clothed bulge, shivering under your touch. You didn’t waste any time undoing the item, and he helped you out by sliding it— along with his underwear— to rest at his lower thighs. You licked your lips, watching the pink tip leak pre-cum, but decided on kissing him first, hand undoing the buttons of his black shirt. 

But there wasn’t any time to fully remove the item as he rubbed his hard cock against your entrance, knocking the air out of your lungs. “Vamos, princesa.” He encouraged you to sink down the length, his other hand caressing your side. You looked up

at him, only to find his pair of eyes looking back fueled with passion. 

That was enough motivation to check he was correctly lined up before sinking down. A groan in unison burst through the four walls, the grip of hands settling on your sides tightening. You hid your face in his neck, getting used to the stretch. Your bare chest against his own, and for a second you swore you could feel his heartbeat. 

It didn’t take long for you to start bouncing up and down his length, wanting to finish off the job. You were going to grant his wish, the fluids already rolling down to soak the couch a little. He groaned, feeling that peculiar pulsing of your walls, his hands maintaining a hard grip on your waist. 

“Don’t give up on me now, you’ve been doing so great.” Brahim praised, noticing how the build up had thrown off your rhythm. “Let me help.” He urged, positioning your bodies before he thrusted upwards. It was fast and fierce, your moans hitting a higher decibel as he tipped you off towards your orgasm. 

But he didn’t stop, he barely slowed down to give you time to recover before going back to that relentless pace, your head dropping and resting against his shoulder blade. “Mírame” He demanded, his hungry eyes meeting your infatuated ones before he pulled you into a kiss, stopping his thrusts while fully inside you. 

A sloppy makeout, tongues tangled, teeth clashing lightly every once in a while. His cock filled every crevice, his hands explored every inch while you finally removed the button up fully. Without even giving you a warning he switched, and you were under him. “La más bella de todo Madrid, eh my love?” He cooed, hands running down your sides as he took every inch displayed in front of him. 

You couldn’t help but blush, scoffing a little. “Ponte en cuatro,” He asked so nicely you couldn’t decline, hearing how he took off his bottoms, giving you space to get on your hands and knees. Then you could feel him behind you again, giving your ass a light smack before he leaned down to kiss one of your buttcheeks. 

A loud crack followed, and you gasped, looking back at him. “¿Enserio Brahim? This is the second pair! You can’t break things you didn’t pay for.” He tore the lacy thong to shreds easily, ripping it off your body. He only smiled sweetly, blowing you a kiss accompanied by a wink before he was back inside you, thrusting as if his life depended on it. The loud moans and groans— almost pornographic— filled the space once more. Your back arched as your arms gave out, the second release hitting you like a train. 

Brahim couldn’t help but admire your figure as he hit it from the back, a small smile sneaking in from behind his parted lips. He leaned down and circled his arm around your hip to press two fingers on your perked clit, already stimulated enough. Your thighs shook, breath getting stuck in your throat. He had never been a selfish lover, and you knew he wanted you to cum again at the same time he filled you up to the brim. 

“Fuck— fuck, that’s it, one more baby,” He praised as you came undone under him, your legs giving you. He pounded you into the cushions, kissing the back of your shoulder blades. The squeeze your pussy gave him was more than enough to tip him over the edge, glorified chants of your name overshadowed your whimpers. 

In no time he had you cradled in his arms, holding you close against his chest. “Stay the night with me, please,” He nuzzled into your cheek, and you agreed between half lidded eyes. 

You still left the following morning before he could wake up, knowing this was something still casual. He was still trying to get over his ex, and you were the closest person he could do that with; your convictions haven’t changed, even when he spent all night spooning you with his face buried in your neck. 

“You’ve got something waiting on your desk,” One of your coworkers announced as you clocked in on Monday, the others giggling. Curious, you walked slowly to your space to find a bouquet of your favorite flowers and a black box with a pink satin bow. 

You smiled at your coworkers innocently, sitting down to check what was inside the box. Your ears burned as your eyes fell upon the brand new lacy underwear. You closed the box without making much fuss to not attract any attention, checking the note resting on the outside. 

‘ picked them myself so i can break them in peace. 

see you friday, princesa. 

— yours, BD. ‘ 

[honeybunny-sawamura]

NSFW

Daichi goes feral when you wear his uniform top and nothing else. Whether it’s a police uniform, fireman jacket, old volleyball jersey, polo shirt, or business jacket, whatever it is he’s gonna be on you so fast. Man’s gonna throw you over his shoulder and throw you on the bed before devouring you. Will eat you out while you wear it. Make you chant his name and pull his hair as he makes out with your sex. Has you cumming multiple times on his tongue and around his fingers before sinking himself into you. All because you look so good in his uniform.

[meowmeowriley]

Hello! As a fanfic author, what is your opinion on/preferences regarding fics inspired by your own works?

Do those preferences change if the derivative work contains explicit or taboo subject matter (blood play, non-con, somno, etc)?

I may or may not have had a small idea for a smutty one-shot involving watership but I wanted to check before attempting to do anything with it 😅

Hello friend!

Personally I love the idea that my silly little fic could inspire someone to create something themselves. Weather it's art, a drabble, a little headcanon, or a whole fic, I love to know that something I made helped someone else feel inspired to make something too! ❤

You asked this anonymously, so I'll respect that if you'd rather keep it to yourself, BUT if you're willing, there's an option on Ao3 when you upload a fic to check a box that says: This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work and if you drop the URL to my fic in the little drop down, then our fics will be linked! (This goes for anyone who wants to as well, the more the merrier!) Yours will appear on mine, mine will show up on yours, and the readers win because they get more content! Again, you absolutely don't have to, I just love the idea of giving people an easier way to find more projects that are similar to my own.

Now as far as the subject of your fic is concerned, blood play, somno, and non-con, as long as your fic is appropriately tagged, rated, and has the correct archive warning, then I see no issue. All I ask is that you be responsible and respectful. Personally I won't touch non-con, I can't handle reading it, but the archive is a safe space to write and post what you want, and tagging will help make sure that only the appropriate audience is exposed to your works. (That being said, I do have to approve the fics being linked like that, and will have a friend review it to make sure I'm not making a mistake. It's highly unlikely that I'll reject the link, just know that it is possible.)

I'd also like to point out that right now the tag list on Watership is not complete, and will be updated as we go. Now, I don't want to spoil anything prematurely, but there will be smut, it will get weird, and it will be tagged both in the tag list, and also at the beginning of any chapter that contains sensitive material, because I want to make sure everyone reading is well informed and has the best experience possible.

So. Yeah. Smut good. Creating things based on my work good. Sharing is caring. But above all else please remember to tag appropriately because fanfic is an escape and I'd like to make it as pleasant an experience for my readers as possible. ❤

[howdoyousleep3]

Smut list #53 for 3DWD and bunny? Pretty pleaseee 🥵

"Fuck, Bunny. What're you doin' to your Daddy? Baby..."

Bucky is too far into his head to stop. When he gets his Daddy underneath him, all big and sweaty and loud, Bucky is powerless to this feeling. This feeling of sexual energy, of confidence, the way it settles thickly into his head, the base of his spine, his balls, is one of his favorite feelings.

It's for Steve, always for Daddy, but this is for him.

He slows his bouncing, but doesn't stop, rocking his hips and eating up Daddy's dick with enthusiasm and expertise, giggling when Steve growls.

He wonders if Steve is aware that he is a big fucking softie for Bucky being pushy and dominant in bed.

He digs his knees further into the mattress, bending forward so Daddy can see the way his cock, still rock hard and twitching from its climax, stretches Bucky's pussy out.

When Steve's big hands smack against his hips, the fat of his ass, Bucky whines.

"Daddy," he moans, his voice taking that delicious and purposeful edge of baby talk they both get way too fucking hot for. "Want more. Gimme more, Big Daddy."

When Steve moans, so does he, head falling back between his shoulders, hips rolling as he milks Daddy for everything he's worth, pulling Steve in so deep. He feels it then, Steve's come begin to slip from his hole, warm and sticky as it's used as lube, slicking up Bucky's bouncing significantly.

Bucky knows Steve's eyes are locked on the mess when he shouts, slapping at Bucky's ass again, squeezing painfully at his cheeks with both hands.

"You're gonna fuckin' kill me, Buck."

"But Daddy, I...I deserve it, m'such a good boy. You tell me all the time, how good I am."

If Bucky were facing Steve, this would be over and Bucky would be getting the come he so desperately wants. Daddy isn't strong enough to withstand Bucky's pouty mouth as he baby talks him through a single damn thing. So, Bucky spreads his thighs, tilts his ass back for a better view, begins bouncing it up and down that big Daddy dick.

Fuck, that feels so good.

He's panting for it now, mouth dropped open as the slurp and slick noise of Steve cock goes right to his own balls. He's sure he could come like this, barely needing to give himself a stroke or two.

He whines like a bitch for it.

"Look at me, look at my pussy, Daddy. M'bein' so good. Go on one more time. I know you can do it. Want it, Daddy," he pouts with an edge of needy hysteria, and that's the ticket.

Steve's grip on his ass goes tight as he growls, the noise sending goosebumps up Bucky's arms, down his legs. Only good things come when Daddy growls, and when he spreads Bucky's cheeks, no doubt to watch, Bucky knows what he's about to hear is going to send him shooting off into the sheets.

"You wan'it so bad, you work for it. Fuckin' stroke me through it, baby. Daddy wants those long strokes, fuck yeah. Work that pretty, pink pussy on your Daddy's cock and take my load. My second fuckin' load, you goddamn menace. Fuck baby, I love you..."

[yarasdead]

Yara my beloved give me your thoughts on Matt and petplay mayhaps?

ami i'm going to be honest i'm not very versed on pet play in general, so i'd love to hear your own thoughts on matt and petplay <3

but i feel like it's something that stems from matty's nickname puppy and pup! it gets you so squirmy (in a good way) and the nickname has passed just being used in the bedroom and he uses it day to day as just a normal nickname. again i'm not very educated on petplay, but i figured matty would get you a pretty collar for you to wear around the house! and it comes in handy when you're acting bratty because he'll pull you in closer by the collar ^.^

[cowpokeomens]

A moodboard with zero context about the Thing I am currently working on! Enjoy

[comet-forgot-you]

amber bunny 😄

oh my lord

smut. 18+ pls

do not repost for any reason.

yall fuck like rabbits. shes always soooo needy, always needs your hands on her, her pretty neck always displaying pretty marks you left on her. she would definitely convince you to buy a vibrator you can control when you’re away because shes always just so horny.

i can see bunny!amber doing anything to get some sort of relief. humping your pillow, grinding against your thigh, pulling your hand further up her thigh when you two are at dinner, anything for a little relief. SHE CAN GO FOR HOURS. DAYS. WEEKS. YEARS.

give me bunny!amber ideas guys i am kind of invested in this.

[lunicho]

Thoughts on massage therapist hubby yeonjun who sees you’re tense and agitated after a long day and just has to offer his services. He starts out super helpful but your little moans here and there have him removing your clothes one by one under the guise of wanting to “help”. In the end he just ends up fucking you just how u like it to take the stress away :) -🧚‍♀️

oh i have to answer this rn ik i haven't been on here answering asks much but!!! i actually went to massage school and although i didn't finish this is just.... yum..

thinking abt him having a love for deep tissue work bc he loves to see you ball your fists and whine and get all out of breath,, loves the way you sigh in such a relieved way when the pain subsides and all that's left is your body feeling so much more refreshed than before. loves helping his baby feel better,, anyways 😁

he'd start off slow and helpful, trying to set up the massage table as quietly as he can in the middle of your living room, just in case you have a headache. he'd slide the coffee table over near the massage table and he'd set up some oils and some candles, your favorite ones to be exact. he'd worked at his studio this day so everything was left out since he hadn't put it back quite yet. he's naturally a flirt so it's normal for him to grab your arm, trailing his hand down to yours, interlocking your fingers as he brings you over to the massage table, relaxing music playing from the tv. he'd have already asked you to change into something tight as it's always recommended for ease during clothed massages. sometimes he'll straight up ask you to get on his table naked but his intentions are truly pure at first with this one. you always look so good in your sports bra and leggings.

he'd start by warming up your body, gently loosening you up. his hands would move skillfully amongst your body. he'd quietly remind you to breathe, even guiding your breaths with his own when he hears that you're still a little tense from your day. his hands easily locate your areas of tension, swiftly getting rid of them. he'd start off on your back, the whimpers that fall from you going straight to his cock. he can't help it!! the curve of your ass looks so good in his favorite leggings and your little whines don't help much either :(

when he has you flip over you can't help but take notice of his bulge in his sweats, but you don't initiate anything. his hands would continue over your body, adding more oil into his hands so he can slick his hands over your arms and chest, his fingertips slightly dipping into your bra. you'd moan on purpose when he does this, knowing he won't be able to resist for long. he'd have you pull the band of your leggings down below your belly button as well, hands dipping into your waistband once again. he's losing it a bit this time, his hand hesitating to go further into your pants. he'd mutter to you about how you should remove your pants so he can put oil on your legs and really help you feel relaxed and ofc you agree!! but with your pants gone it's not long before he's rubbing you over your panties, one hand squeezing your breasts. he loves when you're laid out for him, you're like his own little anatomy chart.

he'd play with your pussy, the oil on his hands providing some slick for him to easily glide all over you. he'd move down your legs, continuing to massage you more in between. i could soo see him standing at the head of the table, fucking into your throat while he plays with your clit 😵‍💫😵‍💫. but just fucking your throat won't do,, he'd wanna fuck you on the table, moving down to the floor later on, getting onto the couch after that even!! he'll go as much as you want, as long as he can relieve your stress 😵‍💫