#cw: deflowering

[xanaxspritz]

cw: 18+ afab!reader, minors DNI

perv!nanami really, really loves the fact you're a virgin. he spends all day thinking about how sweet you would taste under tongue. how you would squirm at the sensation of someone other than yourself rubbing your clit. would you whimpers sound breathy and sweet? or would you moan and scream like a slut?

perv!nanami couldnt wait to pop your cherry and deflower you with his cock. you made him so hard without even knowing, imagining how tight you would be for him. he would take such good care of you, going slow at first to get you acclimated to his length and then getting to have his fun with deep, hard, strokes, your walls snug, wet, and warm around his cock.

perv!nanami wants to be the first man to cum inside you. to make you his, before anyone else can ruin you. he knows hes the only one that can treat you and your cute little cunt the way it deserves to be treated.

[just-a-whorecrux]

🌸 Veritaserum 🌸

Author: just_a_whorecrux

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Severus Snape

Length: 783

TW/CWs: Noncon, Underage Other Tags: HP Deflower December 2023, Underage Sex, Age Difference, Power Imbalance, Teacher-Student Relationship, Rape/Non-con Elements, Restraints, Loss of Virginity, Painful Sex, Anal Sex, no preparation, Blood As Lube, Somnophilia, Creampie, Size Difference, Veritaserum Potion (Harry Potter), Dacryphilia, Rough Sex, Anal Trauma, Virginity Kink, Minor Harry Potter/Severus Snape, Gaslighting

Summary: Severus should not be working with children; any sane individual can see that. He's cruel, impatient… and opportunistic. If given the chance, he will not let his talents go to waste.

Read on AO3 🔒

@knot-your-mothers-mods

[pigeonpeach]

Yandere sex shit

Cw: fem reader, pregnancy risk, degradation, dubious consent for some, somnophillia, breeding, women with dicks, might be mildly misogynistic in arlecchino’s but idk if it really counts as that.

Characters included: Diluc, Arlecchino, Neuvillette, Yelan, and Pantalone

“I can’t stop…” his voice was like a growl almost. You raised your head, your body felt sore as you took in the scenery and the position you had been forced in. You were on your side, leg hitched onto his shoulder.Diluc must’ve come home late while you were already asleep. The fact your nightgown had been hitched, your panties pushed aside, and your womb had been filled was enough to incriminate him yes. But it wasn’t like you could leave this olace anyways. As his pace resumed the chains on your hands clanked slightly. You hated how you still had to be chained to this day. You had been so good and yet his staff still doesn’t trust you. Or is it their way of offering you as a sacrifice to him, leaving you defenseless so he can have his way. Although initially you were numb to all pleasure, your mind sleepy snd still processing everything. You suddenly gasped as you felt him knock against your g-spot. Your arms thrashed, the chains clanked and jingled.

“You feel like so good.” He commented,”Haah… fuck If you squeeze me like that… oh… fuck.. shit I’m going to cum.” Your eyes widened as you looked down. Unable to communicate your concerns as you realized you had no form of birth control here. Nor was he wearing a condom. But it felt so good you didn’t want to stop deep down. The previous rounds sloshed inside yourself as you couldn’t help but spread your legs s little more. Your sensibility actively fucked out of you.

You just had to hope you weren’t ovulating

“Please~~~!” You whined. The vibrations of the toy inside had been edging you for so long now. Each time you would get close to release Arlecchino would pull it out making you squirm desperately. You had tried to escape recently, growing a bit paranoid after being here for so long against your will. But after what must’ve been hours of orgasm denial the torture session’ had turned you into what you would later regret. But currently you were dumb and horny and really just wanted to cum already.

“You haven’t earned it. Disobedient wives to be don’t try to escape in the middle of then night now do they? You’re a bad little fiancé and therefore you need be punished until you’re absolutely sorry.” She growled into your ear. You whined as she pulled it out once more.

“N-no no I’ll be good i promise! I promise I’ll be good!” You whined desperately. Your hips chased the toy to no avail. You heard her belt unbuckling. You looked down to see a rather impressive cock. You were to out of it to think about how she wasn’t reaching for a condom or any form of protection.

“You promise? As if that has any value.” She smacked your face with her cock. “Don’t just stare at it, be a good little whore for me and I’ll consider letting you cum.” You gulped but quickly pressed your lips to it as she quickly forced it in. Your sounds of surprise were muffled as she quickly settled her own pace.

“A useless little whore. Am i the first to defile this little mouth? Will I be the first to deflower you?~” she grasped your hair like a leash. Forcing you up and down until suddenly pulling out.

“W-wha-“ you whined as she suddenly flipped you over.

“I need to know how pure my beloved little fiancé is.” She responded with immediately sinking her cock into your pussy. You whined as you felt absolutely heavenly. Squirming as she established a brutal pace. “You’re tight, even after all that foreplay… fuck… i need to defile you, make you my whore and only mine. I’ll turn your body into my little cumdump!” You gagged from the ferocity of her thrusts. You tried to say something but it came out in stutters and mumbles. She seemed to understand it somehow. “You’re going to cum? Good. I want to feel you cum on my cock again and again until I fill your womb with my seed.”

“The Iudex is… currently in heat.. miss please do consider your position on your marital responsibilities!” The maids pleaded with you. The Iudex, the hydro dragon was currently in heat but hadn’t the heart to make you accompany him during it. You turned your head away. You could care less if your captor was suffering, it hardly would be as painful ad you felt just being here. “Please its been absolutely torrential rains!” The maids pleads ment nothing.

“I don’t care. Now where is that tea I ordered?” Normally you would be polite and respectful of service workers. But considering who they were working for and what their intentions were you really couldn’t give s fuck if you made them cry. What you didn’t know was in that tea they begrudgingly brought out was a aphrodisiac.

“My love… they said you weren’t feeling well…” His hands traced over your face. You didn’t really know where he came from just that he emerged from hiding to help you. You were certain those maids had some role in your current predicament, but also you were too horny to care. Your body felt firey and hot and you needed him more than ever. He opened his mouth to lick at your sweat as his hands reached down below your nightgown.

“Just… get it over with..” you whined, trying to maintain some defiance. It was humiliating sure but… oh you couldn’t help but fall apart as his finger entered inside. His cold hands making you clamp onto him tightly.

“So.. warm.. fuck.. you’re fertile too.. i can taste it in your sweat.” He purred. “I won’t be able to control myself. Please pardon me.”

“Ne-neu-neuvillette!” You whined as he slammed every inch of his cock into your sopping wet little cunt. His hands pinning you down as you squirmed mindlessly. All resistance long drawn out as you had been fingered through three orgasms until now. You were practically his little bitch now. Unable to think straight.

“You’re so tight for me… fuck I can’t… i need to breed you my love.” You gasped at his words but couldn’t respond as he started to fuck you at a brutal and unrelenting pace. His cock dragging against your insides only to slam back in. “So good for me. So good…” his whines turned you on more than you would like. But who could blame you when his cock was just so thick and reached all the right places, his voice bordered on a purr as you were held in a mating press unable to stop or resist as his cock bulldozed any thoughts out of your head. The aphrodisiac making you into a fine slut.

“Cum inside! Please!” You begged instinctively. Your body wishing to be fertilized and impregnated beyond your senses. You needed him in this moment more than anything.

“Fuck… can’t.. stop… ugh!” He groaned loudly as he came, his seed flooding your womb as you whined in release. He paused briefly before resuming his pace. “I’m going go knock you up, maybe then you’ll finally be a obedient little slut for me”

“You’re such a bad liar you know. I wonder what your god would think if she saw one of her top soldiers bouncing like this.” Yelan was simply smarter than you, a simple Fatui agent. But you really couldn’t resist. Her charisma was irresistible. Her voice itself was aphrodisiac that made you buck your hips.

Pantalone would no doubt be utterly disgusted if he saw you now. Although he’d likely be more disgusted that you were bottoming than your sexual orientation. But the chances of you ever returning now were low. You had a feeling this encounter would leave you in her grasp forever based on that possessive stare she held. “Fuck… you’re such a good slut. I don’t know how you haven’t been taken by that harbinger yet, although he already doesn’t have good tastes in fashion, he must’ve been blind to your true potential~”

“N-noooo… ah~”

“No? You aren’t a good slut? I beg to differ. I don’t think I’ve had this much fun interrogating any of the other agents before. You certainly are a catch.” She purred. You tensed up at the idea that your colleagues may have similarly found themselves in your position. “Don’t worry, you’re the first I’ve done this too. I just couldn’t resist the way your uniform looked on you. You’re always so well dressed. Maybe I should steal your clothes and send you back to him nude?”

“N-no!” You gasped, blushing more than you should’ve. She winced as you clenched on her.

“I’m only teasing now. I have absolutely no intentions of letting you go back at all.” She grinned like a cat as she suddenly held your hips down, forcing you to feel her deep inside. You flinched and squirmed. Desperately trying to get off or finish. “Look me in my eyes now.” You hesitated before eventually obliging. Your hands bound tightly in some artistic pattern behind, your legs sore and exhausted. You were used to the point of exhaustion, a normal sensation but not in the sexual sense. You thought if you could break your restraints now and gain some freedom you could make a escape now, you would just have to cover your torn tights that left your cunt exposed- “I know what you’re thinking. You’ve already tried to break those restraints and you haven’t succeeded yet. Why would you even want to go back anyways?” Her hands pushed your thighs so you were on your back, legs in the air, you tried to kick at her with what little sense and strength you had. But she grabbed it with amusement.

“I’m not letting you leave. I think of all those nick-knacks I’ve taken from that harbinger you’ve certainly been my favorite. I don’t care what he tries, you are going to be mine. Even if I have to melt your mind myself. I’ll happily train you to be a good little slut~”.

“I-i didn’t mean anything sir I was just trying to be polite to her!” You whined. You were simply his secretary. Used to handling and recieving guest when he was busy. Apparently Signora had a bone to pick with the Regrator, some drama you weren’t aware of and she decided to… make him jealous? You hadn’t even known of his feelings. Despite his smile he is hardly expressive minus when he’s angry. What were you supposed to do other than abide by her advances! She was a harbinger afterall!

“I don’t care about that. I don’t care if that manual didn’t specify or told you what. You are mine.” Pantalone was certainly pissed now. His eyes revealing a unnatural and omitting a possessive aura. You felt like a mouse in the clutches of a cat. You hadn’t even been stripped yet as he had simply thrown you onto his desk. He towered above you as his hand trailed up your skirt, which was now pushed up to expose you. “You are my secretary. And I swear if I have to lock you up in some room in my mansion I will gladly do so. I don’t care if some harbinger catches your fancy or whatever prior commitments you have. You will henceforth be considered mine both in mind and body.”

“I-I didn’t know that you considered me in su-AH!” You squeaked as he tore your tights. Those tights weren’t the fragile type either, special made and lined with thicker fabrics to help insulate in the typical blizzards you would encounter leaving the office.

“It doesn’t matter now…. You’re practically leaking right now. You tremble and shake but your body is as ripe as a peach. I wonder if you’ve dreamed of this scenario before…” his voice grew more assertive. “Or maybe you were thinking of that woman instead. Hoping she’d be the one to see this perhaps?”

“N-no! No sir!” You shivered. Your legs trembled as you were utterly lost on where to go from here. You couldn’t escape and you hadn’t ever fucked your boss before so this was a quite the adjustment. A shiver ran up your spine as you suddenly felt his lips latch onto your dripping cunt. Your hand reached to cover your face from embarrassment. Trying to stay still as if it wasn’t already to late. What made you even more embarrassed was the sounds he was making. The sensations and pleasure you felt was in your veins but the sounds of wet smacks and slurping could be heard potentially out of his office. You knew they hadn’t finished soundproofing it. Anyone passing by would hear it. Your hand suddenly was tugged away.

“Don’t muffle your sounds now. You were oh so chatty just a few seconds ago. So go on, scream, cry, beg I don’t care. The louder you are, then the better other people will hear you.”

“Bu-but that’s p-mmmmm!” You bit your lip as a finger suddenly entered. You didn’t even notice the rings had been removed.

“Go on. Let everyone in this building know your mine!” He growled as he began to finger you more aggressively. The tips of his fingers still clothed by his gloves, reached your g-spot making you yelp and squeal. “I’ll make sure you never go unmarked again. You aren’t going to leave this office or my presence until I’m thoroughly satisfied.”

[ink-n-shadow]

outlaw!141 and their kinks…😈 (i apologize for the woman i became after writing this)

𝜗𝜚 pairing: outlaw!141 x reader 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), reader is fem/afab, poly!141, innocence/virginity kink, possessive!price, slight dacryphilia?, praise, corruption kink, anal, marking, gun play, throat fucking, pleasure kink, overstimulation kink, face sitting, allusion to forced (?) face sitting, unedited as usual

gang leader!price has an innocence/virginity kink through and through. he enjoys the innocence and sweetness that you exude, how pure and untouched you appear to be in his eyes. he knows you’re a virgin the first time you guys meet, can tell by the way your cheeks burn hot red with each sweet word he breathes and how your thighs tense and squeeze together beneath the heavy fabrics of your skirts. that’s why he’s the first one to sink his claws into you when you start staying at the camp with them, luring you into his tent with sweet words and the promise of a little drink from his hooch stash. you’re so pliant and willing to accompany him that you don't notice the way the other boys are leering at the both of you, the only thing stopping them from following behind being the revolver price has trained on them and the threat he'd told them earlier ("y'can listen all ya fuckin' want—but no peekin' in my tent unless y'want a fuckin' bullet between the eyes"). he would be all gentle and soft with you, easing your unused hole open with his tongue first before tenderly working you open on one, two, eventually three of his thick meaty fingers. he would kiss away the tears that begin to stream down your cheeks once he's got his thick cock stuffed inside of you (only after making you cum four times over), murmuring soft praises of just how good you feel, how sweet your cunt tasted, how tight you felt around him.

drifter!simon, on the other hand, definitely has a corruption kink. it all starts after your first night at camp, where simon was forced to lay in his bunk and stroke his fat cock to the sound of your broken mewls as price deflowered you. ever since then, he makes it his mission to corrupt you (much to price's dismay). when he gets you in his tent one night after dinnertime, he's not all soft and sweet the way price was. oh no—simon's filthy, pushing you face first into the pillows of his cot as he sinks to his knees and immediately spits a glob of saliva on your untouched hole. dirty words streaming from his lips as he bullies two thick fingers (much thicker and more rugged than price's) in your ass, smirking against the skin of the back of your thigh at the way your mewling whimpers sound more strained, filthy, debauched. you're a boneless mess against his cot, broken pleas for more dripping off your drooling tongue as you subconsciously squirm your hips back to take his fingers deeper. talking about how much of a slut you are for enjoying this treatment, cunt slick and dripping with arousal as he sinks in all the way to the hilt until his balls are flush to your drooling empty slit. he makes sure to leave marks, bruises that won't fade for days to come and imprints of his teeth that border on the edge of breaking skin—all so the other guys can see and know what you let him do to you.

it shouldn't come as much of a surprise that gunsmith!johnny has a gun kink. something about lapping messily at your cunt while your shaky hands fight to keep the muzzle of the gun pressed against his temple makes johnny's cock harder than a fucking rock. or bending you over the work bench in his tent after teaching you how to take apart his pistol, feeding his thick cock into you as he spits in your ear, “c’mon bunny—put it back together f’me. why’re you tremblin’? am i fuckin’ you that good right now?” or making you lay with your head dangling off the end of his cot, forcing your throat to swallow down his cock as he traces the muzzle of the gun around each of your puffy nipples before trailing it down to your slick cunt. he can’t help but chuckle at the way you start choking on his dick when he presses the barrel down hard against your throbbing clit, watching the way your body immediately bows and your hips buck up to find more friction. he likes the way he smears loose gunpowder and gun metal across your skin when you amble into his room once he’s finished making a new gun, chasing his dirtied thumbs with his tongue and lapping up the bitter substances from your sweet skin.

outlaw!kyle is such a giver. ik i usually talk about kyle and his overstimulation kink all the time, but outlaw!kyle literally lives and breathes to get you off. he’s so used to stealing and taking from others, his fingers sticky and grimy with the amount of things he’s looted or stolen, but he never takes from you (unlike the other outlaw!141 members). no, he lets you steal from him—wants you to take from him. absolutely loves it when you come to him all shy, thighs squeezing together beneath your skirts and fingers fidgeting with your blouse as you peer up at him with a wobbly lip and tell him how mean simon had been to you. and outlaw!kyle just clicks his tongue softly as he drags the tips of his fingers down your arms, lips frowning in faux sympathy as he pulls you towards his cot. “simon didn’t let you finish? left you high and dry, huh? s’okay, darlin’—shhh, shhh. i’ll take care of ya. come up here—sit on my face.” but little do you know he’s gonna have you up there for hours, not letting up until your slick and his spit are pooling along the cotton of his sheets and you can barely keep yourself upright. “thought you wanted to cum so bad, hon. why’re we stoppin’? i was just gettin’ started. c'mon—sit back down. don't make me force you.”

[bugsyfics]

DEFLOWER — S. MICHAELIS

✰ 10: 04 - [virginity kink] ✰

Synopsis: It's your first time and Sebastian is delighted to lend a helping hand

Run time (wc): 489 Rating: R (18+ mdni) ⚠︎ CW: virginity kink, corruption, unprotected sex, creampie, verrry slight dub-con

kinktober '23 m.list

A sacred thing virginity is. Whether or not it is treated as such, since one can think of this subjectively, there’s something to be said about how the very first time opens the door to a myriad of possibilities and electrifies curiosity. 

Perhaps it was because it was in his nature to corrupt, but the idea of taking your innocence lit Sebastian ablaze with sexual desire. He knew you were apprehensive. In fact, you trembled and reached for his pale, slender hands each time his fingers grazed below your belly button. You tensed and he soothed you with warm kisses along your collarbone and down the valley of your breasts, smirking to himself whenever your chest rose suddenly with a hitched breath. Clearly, whatever he was doing was working. Arousal pooled at the entrance of your aching cunt, the aroma reaching Sebastian and driving him wild. 

“I believe you're ready,” Sebastian groaned. This was no question, he was certain, however he looked at you expectantly with glowing eyes. Then with a soft, keen whimper you obliged. 

Sebastian was growing impatient, each moment he went without being balls deep inside you was tortuous. So, he took no time unfurling his erection and swiping a bead of pre cum over your sensitive clit. You mewled and bucked your hips forward chasing the feeling. And finally, you felt it. The tip of his cock stretching past your hymen and entering your sodden cunt with a squelch. 

“Wait–” Your eyebrows furrowed in discomfort. But Sebastian only acknowledged it with a faint hum and rolling of his hips. It wasn’t that he did not care, indubitably he knew that if he stopped now, the next time he began he’d take you in a brutish way. Ungentleman-like, and above all like a beast–the beast he was. 

He gritted his teeth and slowly rocked forward again, then again, until he felt you clench around him and watched your head lull back onto the soft duvet. 

As he continued, your body shook, and you bit your lip staring up at him with blown pupils. This was something he could get used to and the thought made him thrust faster into your fluttering walls. 

“I feel–oh!” you gasped and buried your face in the crook of his neck. “Weird like I might pee.” 

Instead of responding, Sebastian chuckled, pressing his forehead to yours and fucked you deeper, more intimately. The pressure grew and you squirmed underneath him, legs thrown loosely over his waist and panting. This type of yearning was foreign to you. The coil grew tighter and tighter before snapping suddenly, leaving you a moaning mess. 

His cum leaked out of you like sweet vanilla pudding in an eclair, and he licked his lips eagerly. Sebastian was proud, but not yet satisfied. 

“I’m impressed, my love,” Sebastian said, pulling you forward by the plush of your thighs. “You take me so well… how about another go?”

[latenightdaydreams]

can you do the virgin königx virgin reader where she finally lets him take her virginity (they got married)

Of course!

Virgin!König x Virgin!Reader (fem) Part2

MDNI🔞

Part 1: Here

Master list

>CW: fem/afab, virginity loss, p in v, oral

2k word count

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König sits at the Bride and Grooms table watching you do your father daughter dance, and you look beautiful. Today was the perfect day. Your white wedding dress clinging to your beautiful body while your hair is done up beautifully. He can’t believe someone that looks like him, acts like him, could find such a beautiful wife. A beautiful wife with such a perfect pair of tits and a fat ass that can take every inch of his cock…

His eyes stay glued to you the whole night, using the excuse of social anxiety to stay seated and not socialize; in reality he is sporting a rock-hard boner that’s clear to see in his pants. Can you blame him? You look ethereal and he has the honor of deflowering you tonight. It’s all he can think about. What will it feel like? Better than anal? No way. Can it? His head turns as your voice snaps him back to reality.

“My family said they would clean up if we want to get out of here since it has been a long day.” You walk up to him and sit on his lap. His large hands instantly find their way to your thighs and rear.

“That’s very kind of them Schatz,” he can feel his cock starting to get hard again now with your weight on his lap and knowing he is one step closer.

You both stand and begin to say goodbye to the remaining family. König was doing his best to not seem impolite by rushing you, but he was also gently guiding you to the door with his tight grip around your waist.

Finally, you both leave and make your way to his SUV. He scoops you up and begins to kiss your neck as he walks the last few steps to the car.

“Meine Liebe, du siehst wunderschön aus.” He whispers in your ear as he gently places you in the passenger seat of the car. You smile and blush in response as he runs around the car to get in.

“Are you ready to go to the hotel?” König grabs your left hand and kisses the wedding band that now hugs your finger.

“I am,” you giggle with excitement as he begins to drive off.

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König walks up to the hotel room door with you in his arms carrying you bridal style. A wide smile on his face as he bends down and lets you scan the keycard. Walking into the room there are rose petals everywhere as well as a complimentary bottle of campaign and two glasses.

He places you down on the bed gently, his lips finding yours and kissing you passionately. His lips are hungry for yours now that you’re both alone and able to do things married couples do. Not only can he fuck you, but he can cum in you. He can get you pregnant. The thought of someone so…desirable pregnant with his baby is driving him insane.

König pushes his tongue against your lips and bullies it way inside of your mouth; he is hungry for you. His hand begins to grope your breast over your wedding dress, eager to get you out of it. His hand reaches around back and begins to be greeted by buttons. This wasn’t going to slow him.

Pulling down your tight dress to expose your breast König begins to kiss down your neck until he gets to your breast, his lips kissing every inch until his lips wrap around your nipple and sucks while twirling his tongue around. His hand grabbing bunches of fabric and picking it up until he can get his hand under.

His hand feels the heat between your legs and his cock begins to rise. He pushes past your thighs to touch the lacey fabric that covers his holy grail. He lets out a deep groan as he pulls his lips from your breast. Bringing his hand out from under your dress, he pulled his button-down shirt and popped the buttons off to get it off quickly. You couldn’t help but to giggle at his eagerness.

“Let’s get this dress off of you.” His arm wraps around your waist and effortlessly flips you so he can see the buttons. His eyes widen seeing how many and how small they are. The top four broke from him exposing your breast. “Schatz, would you be mad if I just ripped them?”

“Yes!” You respond quickly, shooting him a glare.

“Okay, okay.” He makes an “oh shit” face as his fingers begin to work at the buttons. After what felt like eons he finally finished.

With one swift motion he pulls the dress off of you and lays it on the chair in the room. His eyes rake over your body. He has seen it hundreds of times before but this time it’s his. His hands go to his belt and he begins to undress from the waist down. You get yourself comfortable on the bed and scoot back to the headboard. Your leg falls to the side slightly and exposed how your red lace thong barely covers your pussy as one lip hangs out the side. You shaved? This was unexpected, but whatever you felt comfortable with König was into.

“Are you ready to start Liebling?” König asks while gently stroking his cock.

You give him a nervous nod as he approaches you on the bed. His heavy body made the bed sink as he moved his body over yours. His lips pressed against yours before he slowly began to leave a trail of wet and sloppy kisses down your body. Goosebumps rising on your skin as you squirm slightly from the pleasure of his kisses.

When his mouth met your pussy, you let out a light satisfied moan. His tongue teasing at first, only lightly licking up in quick motions as if you were an ice cream cone. Your eyes gazing down at him with anticipation. His icy blue eyes meeting yours as a smirk comes across his face. He lowers his head and begins to rapidly lap at your clit making your legs twitch like crazy. Your hands grasping the bed sheets as you let out a shaky moan.

Hips slowly roll back and forth matching his tongue’s motion. “Yes, please…” One hand moves to his head, brushing his blonde hair back. His eyes never left yours as he watched your reaction to his tongue.

Pulling back, König begins to rub your clit with his pointer finger. Slowly moving his finger down to feel the entrance of your vagina. His gaze drops as he looks at your beautiful cunt. His finger’s part your folds as he looks down to see your untouched vaginal canal. “I’m supposed to fit in that?” He thinks to himself, kissing your pussy a few more times he moves his body back over yours.

“Are we going to do it like this?” You ask nervously as his body begins to nestle between your legs.

“Ja, Liebling just relax, okay?” König was nervous as well, but he didn’t show it so you could relax.

Peppering small kisses across your chest and up your neck to your lips.  His heavy cock resting on your wet pussy. The feeling of the heat and wetness teasing him. He moves his hips slightly to create some friction as he is rubbing it against your swollen clit.

“I’m nervous,” you say looking into his eyes as your hands go to the back of his head and caress his hair.

“I know, I’ll be gentle, Schatz.” He brings his hand up to caress your hair and brush it out of your face.

König moves his hand gently, slipping down to your thigh and moving your leg slightly up. He leans his body back slightly so he is kneeling with his back hunched over. With his other hand he grasps his erect cock and lines it up with your entrance.

Slowly he leans forward and pushes the tip in. Königs eyes frantically searching your face to make sure you’re okay. He can feel his sensitive tip being squeezed by your gummy and inviting warmth. With every bit of his power, he is resisting the urge to just push all the way in at once. Instead, he slowly pushes forward. His eyes trailing from your eyes down your body to look at his cock inching its way in.

You feel a sharp sting and pressure as he pushes in. A pained mewl leaves your lips as you close your eyes, your hands reaching for the bedsheets to grab. You read on the internet that it was only going to hurt a little, but you also read the average cock is only supposed to be like 5.5 inches and two fingers wide. You feel soft kisses on your forehead as he pushes in more and you moan out.

“Are you okay?” König asks, his voice dripping with pleasure.

“Yeah, it just hurts.” You look up at him.

“Do you want to stop?”

“No, keep going.”

He is thankful you said to keep going because he didn’t want to pull out. With both hands, he pushes your legs back a little more as he watches his cock slowly pull half way out. There is a bit of crimson red on him, but he knew it was to be expected so he doesn’t worry.

Pushing back in he groans loudly, his hips pressing all the way against yours this time as he bottoms out. Your virgin pussy now squeezing the entire length of his massive cock. The feeling of your walls fluttering around him, trying to adjust to his size, was too much for him. Eyes rolling back, he begins to buck his hips forward into you. The sound of your wet pussy is all he can focus on as his mind becomes lost in a haze of euphoria. He understands why men have gone to war for this.

“Fuck y/n, you feel so fucking good.” König growls as his eyes open to scan your body. Your breast bouncing beautifully in rhythm with his thrust. His dick covered in a mix of red and creamy white triggering something primal within him.

You begin to feel the pleasure overwhelm the pain as König pushes your legs all the way to your chest and begins to fuck you even faster. His massive 300lb body slamming into your tight cunt over and over. Your eyes going crossed as you struggle to stretch for him, babbling in your native language and begging him for more.

His cock passing over your sweet spot repeatedly causing a strange pressure sensation to build up at your core. Your hands desperately grab at Königs sweaty arms, feeling his muscles flex with every thrust.

“I- I have to pee.” You moan out.

This snaps König out of his euphoric haze and he looks down into your eyes, maintaining pace as he begins to watch you, knowing that you’re about to cum.

“König!” You moan out as the pressure begins to become too much and your legs begin to shake. You look into his eyes looking down at you. “I- I’m,” you can’t even speak

“Cum for me baby,” Königs voice sounds low and sensual. He leans back slightly to move one of his hands and he begins to rub circles over your clit with his thumb.

The extra touch took you over the edge. Legs trembling and eyes crossing, you let out a screaming moan. Your back arches as you succumb to pressure feeling. Waves of euphoria wash over your body as you squirt on Königs abdomen.

“Mein Gott, ja.” König whispers as he lightly slaps your soaking wet pussy.

“Es tut mir Leid,” Small whimpers leaving his lips König begins to mutter apologies in German over and over for not lasting longer, his pace becoming more erratic until he reaches climax.

A mix of both of your moans filling the room as his cock twitches and pulses inside your pussy. The head of his cock pressed all the way against your poor beat up cervix as he released completely. His eyes closed as he pants, trying to catch his breath. Droplets of sweat dripping from him on to you.

Slowly he lowers his body and wraps his arms around you. He begins to kiss you all over, telling you how much he loves you and is thankful you allowed him this moment.

[pursuitseternal]

“Virgin Blood:” Spawn Astarion x F!Reader, nsfw Loss of Innocence Spice for you, darlings…

Astarion x F!Reader | E | 3.6K Loss of virginity

Summary: You’re eager to meet your rogue in the woods, and you can think of no better person to take your innocence than your Vampire Rogue… And doesn’t he just cherish the idea… eager to taste your virgin blood.

Act 1 Romance Retold…

CW: loss of virginity, first time, Praise kink, Astarion takes his time, virginity kink, gentle sex, Astarion more than happy to make you feel all the more beholding to him…

For you, Anonymous sweet thing in my ask box 💞

Ao3 link | Astarion fic Master List

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“I just hope we don’t have to wait too long…”

Gods, you hope so too. Your body is on fire, and not just from the battlelust of saving lives.

It is because of him.

His little flirtations that have eroded you, his sweet words and greetings that fill your ear each day. The way his crimson eyes already devour you, as if he can’t get his full of your looks.

And then he bit you.

So intimate and foreign.

And new.

Each time now, your body sings when he feeds, and not just because you can feel your blood dripping down his throat and making him stronger.

You feel seen. Desired. Wanted. He hungers for you and seeks you out. Gods, as if you hadn’t been looking for one to do that for you since you came of age.

Something stirs in your body when you are near him, something wild and untamed. Waiting to be released. Your kind never told you what it was between two lovers, only the lessons you found in nature, the rutting seasons of the earth. That was all you knew of… sex.

But to hear him beckoning you, offering you passion like none other, somewhere quiet for just you and him.

Your body aches… burning. Singing. The blood in your veins pumping wildly. You want so badly to be touched and tasted. But mostly, wanting to be seen.

Wanting him to see more of you. All of you.

So, as the party begins to quiet, you watch your Rogue snatch up some blankets and wine, throwing you a knowing glance that makes your stomach twist and leap.

Gods, he thinks of everything doesn’t he?

Others begin to make their way to sleep, but you step into the woods. Your mind firmly set to give him another gift, and this time, you’re humming in your veins, your nerves crying to be touched. Because you want him to receive this, knowing just how much you will undoubtedly receive in return.

Your footsteps rustle softly in the leaves along the path. You follow that pull in your belly, knowing this is the way he wandered. Knowing that he is close…

That Astarion waits for you.

You pass through the trees, drawing to a stop the moment you see him. Gods, already his pale chest on display. Your mouth waters, your skin grows hot, even though you don’t completely know why.

“There you are,” he purrs, striding to close the distance between you. That handsome face is bright with his own intention. “I’ve been waiting…”

He draws still, a breath away from your body, “…waiting since the moment I saw you, waiting to have you…”

You look into that face, the way he just wants you, pouring his desire out over you, and you are ready to drown in it. “And I want you to have me,” you murmur, a coy, nervous smile dancing on your lips. Hells, you probably look like some innocent little thing. “I want you to have me as no one else has; Astarion…”

“Oh, you sweet little pet,” he croons, his face broadening into a smirk so soft, your stomach quivers. “Do you mean…”

“Yes,” you feel your cheeks hot under that lurid, crimson gaze. “I have never been…”

“Taken?” He offers. “Deflowered?” he adds, a deepening to his grin. “Fucked?”

Oh, it’s not that he’s a vampire spawn that makes him gaze at you with a voracious look in his eyes. It only makes you blush bright red and hot in reply.

“I am… touched to be offered such a gift,” he continues in that thick, honeyed voice, clasping your hands both in his. As he raises them to his lips, you are pulled even closer. Your body tingling to feel his frame, his magnificent form, just barely brushing you. “I am a bit surprised, given how forward you are… how wayward…”

“Perhaps it’s just a good fit, you and I…” you force your voice to lilt, keeping your eyes soft as you meet that insatiable stare. Your heart leaps as he licks his lips, making your hand reach to trace over his chest.

“Mmm, I will make certain it is. This gift, to be the first to know your body… it is one I will cherish… and I’ll make absolute certain you will cherish it too, darling,” his smile is breathtaking, almost as much as the way his own fingers wrap tenderly around your cheek, drawing your face into his so closely, his breath becomes your own.

Slowly he bears his teeth, his gaze raking down your neck into the v cut of your tunic. “Tell me, darling, how long have you been dreaming of this with me, fantasizing our time together as you pleasure yourself…”

Your brow quirks as you struggle to find the meaning of such a sensuous phrase.

“Oh…” he croons, the caressing touch of his hands cresting over your shoulders and drawing down your back. Your confusion ignites a new level of anticipation in him, you can see it twisting over those immaculate, pale features. Then he pulls you flush against him. “You will enjoy tonight, I am sure of it. I will too, there is nothing sweeter, I’m sure, than your first blood, your virgin blood…”

You melt at his words, trembling even before his kiss falls to consume your lips. His fingers are so deft, dexterous and featherlight as they tug the rough linen of your shirt up your body. Bunching it. Letting the night air kiss your skin little by little.

And all the while, his lips work smoothly on yours. Nothing so fast and quick as his bites. No, this is deliberate, controlled. A rhythmic dance that traps you against him and draws you closer.

Before you know it, he breaks from that caress to pull your shirt off completely. You gasp, cheeks hot as he looks you over, the gleam in his eye predacious as he scans your breasts, your skin, drawing his gaze to the band of your breeches.

Those eager lips begin to stray from your mouth, allowing you to finally gasp in the free air. But it’s still a fight, the way your body trembles as he kisses the lingering bite marks on your neck from the other night… drifting even lower to the edge of your collarbone, his breath so cool on your hot and flushed skin.

A moan escapes you, a noise you had never made before. And it makes the vampire chuckle, his lips creeping even lower as he cranes his head. His hands catching your breasts, one in each persistent palm. He massages them, fingertips sweeping over your straining nipples.

Those lips and that tongue replace one set of dexterous fingers, making the same sounds issue from your throat again. Louder. Your body wriggling as it catches on fire, like magma seeping from the earth, it boils in your veins and pools between your thighs.

He’s suckling on you, your hands shaking as you long for them to touch him too, running them into his hair. With a sharp breath, he releases one breast only to rub his tongue through the valley of your chest to trap the other one. Worshiping it with equal zeal.

Gods, you feel strange beneath your navel. Full and hot and swollen. And then, another sensation hits you as you shift on your toes.

You’re… wet. Your breeches are soaked. And it makes you shift again, more uncertain.

“You feel it, can’t you?” he raps as he lifts his head, raising to his full height to look down at you. “The way your body has awoken. You stir, and crave something.” The corner of his mouth quirks just once. “Poor little sweet thing, I promise you, you’ll like what’s coming. It’ll make it all feel better.”

Those fingers, so quick and light, pull the laces of your breeches apart before you even know what’s happening. “May I?” he whispers, running two fingers up the inside of your thigh. “You’ll need these removed, you know…”

You nod vigorously, a giggle in your throat as he grins, that glint of his teeth just peeking from his lips. But he doesn’t pull the fabric from your skin. No, he slides those fingers harder into the soft buckskin over your thighs. Then, he steals their pressure between your legs. His brows canting to feel you where you’re soaked. “My, my…” he purrs, “this will be most enjoyable. Your body already knows just what to do,” his lips twitch as he presses them against your lips again, “and so do I.”

Boldness sweeps through you, assured that you have chosen well. He will make this blissful. Make you feel like the sweet treasure you are to him.

Agonizingly slow, he strokes you there, those fingers so eager for action in the field turn all their talents now to teasing your body. You turn away, unsure as he caresses where you’re wet.

“Don’t be shy with me, darling,” he whispers, “you’re doing so wonderfully, you know.” Those hands pull your breeches down, letting them settle at your ankles. “Here,” he breathes as he grabs your hand where it still presses on the smooth coolness of his chest. “You’ll let me show you, won’t you?”

With how silken, how assured and pleased he sounds, you can’t manage a breath in reply. Only a nod and a moan as those damp fingers take your hand. He molds you to his grasp, guiding your fingers into your own arousal. It’s slippery, hot… and then your hands now slip between your folds…

You moan so loudly, your thighs shaking as he presses your fingers deeper into you.

“There now,” he purrs, lips caressing against the curve of your ear. “So wet and slick, you’re a wonder, my sweet little virgin. Your body’s already eager for me, and you don’t even know it yet.”

“Please,” you raps, pulling your hands back towards the apex of your thighs. “Show me.”

“I’ll do so much more than that, darling…”

It’s so quick, the way he’s picked you up in his arms to lay you down in the soft grass. In an instant, he’s shuffled off your breeches, the air wafting over your body, completely bared and entirely hot despite the little breezes of night.

Astarion draws his body to cover yours, so slowly, controlled, as if he plans every little graze of his skin across yours. “Sweet little thing,” he croons as he traps your lips in a quick, gentle kiss. “You’re all mine aren’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” you hum, the feeling of his body lowering all its weight on you, sending shivers down your spine and sparks over your vision. “All yours…” you moan between his full and twitching lips.

“I do so love the sound of that, darling…” With one last little peck on your lips, he begins caressing your body, kissing and sucking your breasts once more before trailing down over your belly. It rises and falls with every heaving, nervous breath you take. “Don’t you worry,” he whispers, “the more you give in to how I’ll make you feel, the more delicious this will be.” He catches your hand again in his to slink it back where you are on absolute fire. That slick between your legs. “Now, close your eyes, and just touch…”

He brings your hands to your folds, dipping your fingertips within. So wet and soft and hot, swollen you can tell, as he draws your fingers at the crest of your folds. “There,” he presses, the little nub beneath your touch so hard, the contact instantly making your muscles clench and burn. “Should the need arise as you think of me, as you remember tonight, as you wait eagerly for the next time you come to my bed… you can touch yourself here for your own pleasure, darling…”

Your body takes over, the rhythmic tracing of his fingers guiding yours… it’s sorcery. Magic. Like fire and ice in your veins as he circles your fingers and his over that little hard bud. You flutter your eyes open, watching as he stares at you, his gaze catching yours with all the hunger and pride and desire you could wish to see. Then, those perfect lips twitch in a mischievous smirk. Already crouching between your legs, he’s licking his lips, lowering his head towards your body as his fingers still tug at you unrelentingly.

So cool and wet, you feel his tongue lapping along with your fingers. Your hips buck out of your control, muscles clenching as one possessed, but it is not in pain. It is flame and ruin and ecstasy that flood along your muscles. Spurred on by his kissing and sucking and lapping between your thighs.

That feeling crashes through you, blinding you as your back arches, your scream tearing from your throat as you writhe and spasm. Your hand goes limp between your legs as you pant.

With a laugh, he places a kiss on your soaking palm before resting it tenderly on your panting belly. His tongue laps up your seam, you can feel the flush of that slick cooling in the breeze and drying on your skin. “Oh my sweet,” he rasps, glancing from between your thighs. “You are doing so well, such pleasure for your first time,” he giggles, “don’t let it go to your head. The best is yet to come…”

You mewl, his two dexterous fingers finding their way inside you now, playing in and out. Instantly, that need reignites, consuming your flesh. Your hands reach for him… for any part of him. You find his arm, his own muscles bunched and bulging as you feel him working inside you. You feel him shifting lower, kissing the sticky skin of your inner thigh, his hand slipping another long finger inside your walls, making your muscles burn as they stretch. “Shhh,” he soothes as you groan and pant and squirm at the pressure. “You’re such a good girl, so wet and eager, this will be delicious. I doubt you will even bleed once I’m inside you…”

He chuckles, watching your body, your eyes wide and wild as that wave begins to wash over you again… the heat, the throes of pleasure you now realize come from his touch. And then he slips his thumb back over that aching little nub again.

“Gods, Astarion,” you keen, your voice rough as you tear apart. Those fingers inside you… your whole body clenches on them, the pressure, the fullness sending you careening into your climax even harder this time. Breathless, you can only make little incoherent sounds, a little louder as he insists on still pumping his touch inside you even as you come.

“Breathe, my sweet,” he smiles, “you’re going to do wonderfully.”

The chill of his touch, his whole body leaves you for a moment. But you can’t look, can’t even open your eyes as you still drift down from your pleasure.

You feel stretched and limp and warm… the gentle embrace of bliss and pleasure you had heard ballads about. You rise up on your arms, and for a moment, that warm comfort runs cold in your veins.

You see him. Naked. Breeches removed as he strokes his cock in his hand. Looking down at you where he stands. Those crimson eyes almost glow in the moonlight. But you barely glance into his face, knowing it’s hungry and needy and salacious.

No, your eyes are mesmerized by his length, so much longer than you had thought, erect and pale. You watch it twitch as he rubs himself slowly. “Shhh,” he soothes from above you, “come here, my darling. I promise you it will only hurt a bit…”

You sweep your legs beneath you, kneeling before him. His fingers caress your face. He takes a deep breath, his belly filling as his cock twitches to see you so close. “Touch me,” he whispers the instruction, your hands joining his as you feel him. So hard, smooth skin stretched over something so unyielding. Etched with pale veins that darken slightly beneath his already pale skin… you run your fingers over it as his own hand stills near its base.

Sweeping your thumb over that thick, blunted head, you make him groan. “Good girl,” he praises, his voice thick with lust in his throat. “Soon, my pet, I’ll teach you to pleasure me in return, but tonight…” he breathes heavily, dropping to his knees with you, “tonight is about your pleasure, your deflowering as I claim your innocence my sweet.” His lips twitch, “which I am most eager to do… a gift I am forever thankful for…”

His eyes glint with intent, possession and pride, his mouth descending to capture yours again. Those powerful arms hug you tightly to his chest, that hardened cock prodding into your belly, twitching each time your mouth moves with the rhythm of his kiss.

Slowly, he lays you back into the grass, those arms that have snapped your enemies in half cradling you gently against his body. One hand slides between you, ghosting that chilling touch between your thighs, the other presses your cheek in his palm, keeping your lips trapped against his.

Then, you feel it, something thicker and harder pressing into that still molten slick between your legs. Inch by inch, he enters you, the roll of his hips against yours almost imperceptible. “Shh,” he hushes you, another caress of those full lips against yours. “You’re so good, darling…”

A bit more, your muscles burn as he slides, that slick coating him, letting his cock inside you little by little. You groan, your muscles clenching at the thickness. And he only laughs and shushes you again. “Easy now, darling, I promise. Those stories of virgins bleeding are only with bad lovers, but I will only ever make you bleed in other ways, other… more delicious ways….” He catches your lower lip in his fangs and bites down, a little nip as pain shoots through you. You groan… hardly noticing that in that moment, he’s sheathed himself between your thighs completely.

Buried deep in your throbbing channel.

“Hells below…” you groan, a wriggle of your hips as you feel the pressure easing. Burning and not in pain. That same sort that consumed you already, only now… all the stronger. “Astarion,” you look into his eyes, how they smile at you, narrowed and delighting.

“I told you darling,” he purrs, a slight movement of his hips, dragging that cock a bit out, a bit in as your mouth hangs open, “I told you I would make certain we are a good fit…”

You groan, not at his words, at the way he begins to thrust into you. Slowly, consistently, letting your body open to accept him. His mouth still hovers over yours, his breath filling your mouth, the taste of your blood still on your tongue and his as he catches it in his kiss.

“Gods,” he groans as your body begins that journey higher, driven by every thrust inside you, the heat multiplying, the clenching of your every muscle catching all the more on him inside you. “You tight, little, innocent thing…” he pants, “you’re going to be the ruin of me.” You feel his lips twisting, smirking against you, his breath coming heavily now too. His arms on either side of you shake, those hips, his body, driving into you faster. You wrap your legs around his waist, your own instincts taking hold, wanting him deeper, wanting more of him thrusting inside.

He groans as he slides to fill you completely, “Good girl,” he purrs his praises again into your mouth. Groans and thrusts consume you, the slide of his body on yours transports you… until you feel nothing that is not him.

It takes you, that press of his hips, that drag of his cock between your walls, you spill into that climax, the oblivion of twitching heat. Your mouth hanging open to keen. His cock pulls all the harder as your body clenches. Hitching, fucking, slamming with everything he’s got inside you, until he’s groaning too, gasping and whsipering in silken tones just how good you are… how tight and perfect….

You feel him inside you, gripped so hard, pulsing as that slick drips from inside. His hands cradle your cheek again, the full weight of his body lowering, blanketing you, pressing you into the earth. “See… wonderful…” he pants, another kiss against your lips, longer, tender. “Something to cherish between us forever…”

He slips from inside you, making you arch and groan at the release. Your thighs shake, even as he lowers to lay beside you, rolling you to lay in his arms. To rest your head in the crook of his shoulder.

A single finger traces your neck, his head lifting to look down your body beside him. “You see, sweet thing, not a drop of blood… well,” he chuckles, “not yet anyway.” Those smirking lips caress over the throbbing vein in your neck. “I would so love a drink of your not-so-virgin blood now…”

“Yes,” you tilt your head, your voice is sultry, heavy in your throat as you keep your eyes meeting his heavy-lidded gaze. “And then, can we… again?”

His brows raise, delighted, genuine surprise lifting those sharp features of his handsome face. “I would love nothing more,” he croons. “So addicted to me already are you?” A single laugh punctuates his words. “Perhaps this worked out better than I could have imagined,” he speaks, almost to himself, that devious, desirous smirk on his lips for a moment before his fangs bite into your skin.

Drawing that first, no-longer- virgin blood.

[euphemiaamillais]

blurb - coriolanus snow taking your virginity 🎀

cw: 18+//loss of virginity//fingering//piv sex

coryo would try to be gentle, kissing you tenderly for a while, hands gripping at your hips as you grind into his lap. you feel him hardening against your skirt, and his exasperated breaths as he attempts to remain careful, not wanting to hurt you.

he would soon give up though, his cock aching with want. you give him a knowing nod, your cunt slick at the thought of him finally deflowering you. he reaches a hand up your thigh, to your lace panties, and feels how wet you are, having soaked through the thin material. ‘is this all for me, baby?’ he asks, and you nod, cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

‘please coryo,’ you grind desperately against his fingers, feeling them slip past your panties and into your slick slit. he groans at the feeling of your tight cunt around his fingers. coryo slips another in, stretching you out a little so you can fit his cock in you.

coryo slides your panties down, keeping you propped up in his lap; your eyes fixing on the large bulge straining against the fabric of his trousers. you press your wet cunt against his thigh, rubbing against it to ease the heat that throbbed from your clitoris. you are just as impatient as he, it seems.

‘uh uh, sweetheart,’ he scolds, moving you onto the soft cotton sheets of his bed. ‘look at what a mess you’ve made on me, desperate little slut.’ you glance down at the wet patch spanning the left thigh of his pants. how throughly ruined they looked.

coryo unbuckles his trousers, pulling them down to his knees along with his boxers. you spread your legs desperately, whining like a little whore. his cock is red and throbbing, so perfect looking that you gasp as you see it. it must be eight inches, and you squirm thinking about how it would feel to have it stretch you out.

he strokes his cock a few times to get it hard, and you watch as precum leaks a little from the tip. he leans down, propping himself up with his elbows. his cock presses against your bare thighs, and you reach down to rub it, but he slaps your hands away.

‘i don’t think so, princess,’ he warns, and you nod, eyes blown wide with want. coryo takes the tip of his cock and very gently guides it in, watching as your mouth stretches into an awed gasp.

he can barely keep himself there though, when he’s aching so bad for you, and eases himself in further, groaning gutturally. he utters a few curses, and you toss your head back, languishing in the way his large cock stretches you out. you feel so wonderful around him; so perfect—you’re his entirely.

‘good girl,’ he praises as he begins to thrust into you, your walls stretching around his cock. you can feel the veins of his cock as he fucks you, sending a shiver up your spine, and you let out a loud moan.

‘oh, coryo!’ you cry out, want dancing on your skin. he moves his hand up, fingers deftly rubbing at your clit, and you gasp once more. he works at you the same time he bucks into you, and you can feel the heat swelling in your core.

he continues to press against your sensitive spot, all the while fucking into your tight pussy, feeling as you clench around him. ‘you’re so fucking tight baby, i wanna fill you up with my cum.’ he groans, and a little cock-drunk, you nod your head, eyes rolling back as he brings you to your pleasure.

‘i think i’m going to—’ you gasp, feeling yourself come unfurled, cunt soaking his cock in your own spend. coryo feels himself nearing his own orgasm; and his pace speeds up, your wetness eking him on all the more, his cock throbbing at the thought of fucking you full of his cum.

he thrusts a few more times, the last ones growing haggard, and then coats your walls in a hot, sticky spurt of cum. ‘mmm, god,’ he continues to fuck you, pushing his cum back up into your cunt, wanting to have you full of him, to remind you that you’re his entirely. ‘you took me so well, huh? tight pussy taking my big cock.’ you nod lazily, body humming with pleasure.

coryo pulls his cock out, resting against the crook of your neck. you feel his cum leaking out of you, and press your thighs together, feeling your sensitive clit tingle from the excess of stimulation. he brushes your hair out of your eyes, which is matted with the beads of sweat on your forehead, and presses a kiss to your plump lips.

‘i love you, baby,’ he murmurs, and you feel your heart flutter. that’s the first time he’s said it to you, and your belly fills with warmth.

‘i love you too, coryo.’

[cupids-archives]

lmk men x pet! girls drabbles nd hcs!

cw: breeding, pet play, dubious consent, ruts, riding, pnv, stomach inflating.

SUN WUKONG 💋

━━ ☆ sun wukong, who loves to grab onto your tail while he’s fucking you, attaching cute little buttons to you ears with every thrust ☆

━━ ☆ sun wukong, who pushes you on your back, and adores the way you look at him with those cute needy eyes.

━━ ☆ sun wukong, who when your going on rut, calls off everything just to keep you satisfied on jade mountain.

━━ ☆ sun wukong, who sets up stupid rules just to bend you over and fuck you when you disobey his fake rules.

━━ ☆ sun wukong, who likes to pull on your sensitive tail and ears loving the adorable squeaks you make.

━━ ☆ sun wukong, who loves his bunny girlfriend, making you hop on his cock, letting out adorable squeals of pleasure from overstimulation and exhaustion.

━━ ☆ sun wukong, with a kitty reader who gets you a custom collar.

━━ ☆ sun wukong, who loves breeding you, pushing your legs to your chest and fucking your needy pussy.

━━━━━━━━ 𑄽𑄺 ━━━━━━━━

wukongs hands leave purple bruises on your waist as he fucks you from behind, your head hurts from the cold metal on your forehead. “you like playing in my stuff baby, it’s like your begging to get bred.” you squeal after every thrust, tongue sticking out and eyes squeezing shut, your head growing fuzzy with pleasure. “lift your legs baby” even though this is your punishment you still oblige, he picks you up slightly, your breast squeezed against the cold metal. it’s uncomfortable yes, but this position makes it easier to fuck you. “I’m not stopping until you can remember how many times you’ve came, okay baby?

MACAQUE 💋

━━ ☆ macaque, who adores the taste of your pretty cunt. kissing your clit and reveling in your mewls.

━━ ☆ macaque, who takes all of his pent up anger on and inside you, roughly moving your tail out the way to fuck your little pussy hard.

━━ ☆ macaque, who likes how wet you get during rut, teasing you on the obscene noises your cunt makes .

━━ ☆macaque, who loves holding your head down while fucking you, calling you degrading name.

━━ ☆ macaque, who will take deflower your pretty ass too, tail flaring wildly. as he fucks you from below, spreading your legs and keeping his hands tucked around your knees.

━━ ☆ macaque, who will give you butt plugs and nipple clamps and making you touch yourself while he watches.

━━━━━━━━ 𑄽𑄺 ━━━━━━━━

the little bells in your ears ding with every thrust, macaques fingers pulls around your exposed nipples. pinching and squeezing at the sore tips. “you like that baby, like the way I fuck you?” macaque pushes your thighs closer to your titties, he aws at your face, loving the way your pussy drools around his cock. “you like that baby?” you nod ecstatically, before he shoves you further into the mattress, pussy pooling below you, your stomach swelling with his cum. “that’s my girl, now just relax and let me take care of you.”

MK 💋

━━ ☆ mk, who loves seeing you in cute, bowed thigh highs. pushing your lacy panties over to finger your pussy.

━━ ☆ mk, who prefers when your on top sometimes, thrusting into you if you get too tired .

━━ ☆ mk, who loves to joke about breeding you, but when you wrap your legs around his waist, he just can’t help but cum inside you.

━━ ☆ mk, who can’t help but get hard whenever he sees you yawn and arch your back, showing off your cute ass.

━━ ☆ mk, who discovers you both get rut around the same time and are both inexperienced and now you spend that entire time locked up in a room with your face shoved in a pillow.

━━ ☆ mk, who’ll cum untouched if he saw you mewing and playing with yourself underneath him.

━━━━━━━━ 𑄽𑄺 ━━━━━━━━

“what’s wrong sweetie”, you ask sweetly, playing with his hair, you can feel how hard he is from below you, not even making eye contact with you without blushing. your fingers twitch inside you as you move over. brushing your naked cunt over his clothed cock. you kiss him softly, biting on the soft flesh. he looks at you for a moment before starting to unbutton and pull out his cock, “you don’t understand what you do to me”. he easily slips his cock inside you, making you moan in delight, feeling as full as needed.

©cupids-archives. requests are open!! :)

[kabukibun]

–First Time

⚠TWs/CWs: pre-Fatui Scaramouche, use of Scaramouche’s real name, submissive top! Scaramouche, fem reader, first time, brief voyeurism, virginity kink, loss of virginity, creampie, not rlly proofread

Kunikuzushi was scouting the local forest for some food he could bring back to share dinner with you. As he was humming a tune you had taught him, he comes across a couple making love. His steps are light, unnoticeable to the common people, so he’s able to peek at them without being detected. Kunikuzushi stares from behind a tree, head peeking to watch them. He has no idea what they’re doing, but it makes his face heat up, blush glowing as he starts feeling an unfamiliar knot in his tummy. His thighs rub together and he decides to hurry home to ask you about it. He doesn’t know how to ask, doesn’t know what the couple was doing, or what to call the throbbing rod he saw entering his lover’s hole. So he pulls his pants down in front of you, underwear and all and says, “I saw two people naked in the forest. I want... I wanna do that too.” So bold, yet his face is flushed in embarrassment. His fingers dig into his thighs, lips quivering as he waits for your reply. You can’t help but stare, eyes flickering back and forth from his face to his bare lower body. Finally, your eyes lock onto his cock, and Kunikuzushi hardens under your intense gaze. His cock bobbed up and down, grazing his tummy. He whimpers, a plea for you to respond to him. Aside from hand holding, the two of you rarely engaged in intimacy. You didn’t think Kunikuzushi was ready for that. To you, he was the very definition of innocence, a sweet beauty that had yet to be deflowered. And that made you crave him even more. Now that he was here, asking for you on his own accord, there was no way you’d miss your chance. You reach out to him, fingers intertwining with his as you manage to breathe out, “Are you sure?” He nods, eyes tearing up as aching cock twitches at your proximity. You get down on your knees, much to his confusion, but as he feels your warm breath on his cock, his knees buckle. A loud moan slips from his lips, his whole body trembling at the new sensations. You run a finger down his length, tracing the veins before gripping it with one hand. You hold his hand with the other, squeezing in reassurance. Looking up at him, you stick your tongue out, giggling at the sight of Kunikuzushi’s furrowed eyebrows and scrunched face trying to understand what you were doing. The couple he saw didn’t do this so..? The thought dies once you lick the slit of his cock, mouth wrapping around the tip before sinking down on his length until you had engulfed him entirely before pulling away and repeating. Kunikuzushi yelps, eyes widening as his free hand flies to grip the top of your head. “(Y/n!), (Y/n), (Y/n)!! Aaaah, mmn-! What is this..? It feels strange!” Kunikuzushi cries, hips bucking into your throat, chasing the sensation of your warm, wet mouth. “Something is.. It’s coming out! Something is coming! It feels good, (Y/n). Please don’t stoooop,” he drawls, hips stuttering forward. It doesn’t take him long to cum, you expected that. It was his first time after all. You eagerly drink all he has to offer, the thick semen filling your mouth. Kunikuzushi slumps forward, legs shaking as he tries to catch his breath. He notes when you pull away from him, whining at the lack of your warmth but quickly perks up when he sees you removing your clothing. He watches in awe when you remove your panties, a stringy line of fluid connecting you to the fabric. He swallows, overcome with the need to have a taste. He doesn’t understand why, but he wanted to bury his face in between your thighs. “Kuni, look here,” you lay down, legs opening as you spread yourself with your fingers, “This here is a pussy. Before we do what those two did, we have to get each other ready. That’s why I licked your cock, so will you- Woah!” He didn’t let you finish, his mind filling in the gaps, as he dove in between your thighs. He experimentally pressed a finger against the noticeable bud, glancing up at you. With shaky breaths, you explained, “T-that’s the clit.. It feels reallyyy good when you rub it or lick it, even sucking on it- Archons, Kuni! Geez, you pick up fast.” You stared down at him, making eye contact as he lapped at your soaking cunt. His tongue flicked on your bud, slurping and sucking as he did his best to make you feel just as good. Watching his jaw move with every lick, his whining sending vibrations through your pussy turned you on immensely. Where he lacked in technique, he made up for in eagerness. “Gonna cum! Kuniii!” His fervent licking was enough to pull you over the edge, thighs clamping around his head as you screamed his name. Kunikuzhushi reluctantly pulled away when you nudged his head away, pout forming on his lips. He really wanted to keep tasting you. Your juices were addicting, and your small whines even more. He perks up as he watches your fingers enter your twitching hole, cock hardening as you stretch yourself open. He wanted to do that! So he gently pulls your hand away, replacing your fingers with his own. He groans at how hot and wet you feel inside. “I wanna do it.. I wanna stick my.. c-cock inside your pussy. Please, please, can I?” He looks at you with his cutest puppy eyes, hips thrusting against the cool air in anticipation. You kiss his lips, giggling at how red his face has become. Nodding, you make yourself comfortable again, hands spreading your pussy lips apart for him. Kunikuzushi aligns himself to your hole, shakily sighing as his cock sunk inside you. He almost collapses on top of you once he buried himself completely into your warmth. Tears slip from his eyes as he whines. “(Y/n)!! It feels so good!! ‘S too good!! I can’t stop shaking my hips.” His eyes roll back, moans growing louder. You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him in deeper. It’s only a matter of time until he cums. Kunikuzushi keeps rutting into your cunt, stiff balls slapping against your skin. “Good boy, Kuni. Just like that, ahh, keep going. C’mon, cum for me.” “I’m cumming!! I’m gonna cum! Nnngh, uuuu! I’m cumming right now!!” Such an unbecoming face for such a beauty, you think. He’s drooling all over himself, mouth wide open as his tongue hangs out, mindlessly chasing his orgasm. His balls empty inside of you, cum coating your walls and filling you up. He slumps forward, lying on top of you as you stroke and kiss his head. “Good boy, good boy,” you coo. He curls into you, too sensitive to pull out. “(Y/n).. I love you.”

[blueparadis]

cw.—› yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno x fem!reader, headcanon format, possessive behavior, he is a little perv but kinda hot, hints of corruption & virginity k!nk,angst undertones, jealousy, $mût | word count — 1k.

notes.—› i hope y'all remember me. this is to remind y'all that how much this sunshine boi has a grip on me. | redirect to blog navigation.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno always makes sure that no one goes after y/n is walking towards the rest-room to take a breather from those pesky neon lights, not even girls. He will stand near the far-end of the corridor with a stoic expression plastered on his face and God forbid anyone who dares to cross him after his warning, “I’m sorry sir. But you can't go in right now.” He speaks in one bold breath, his index finger nudging the trigger of the gun that is tucked behind his waist.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno who always carries y/n's favorite cigarette brand and that particular lighter which he earned as a gift when he first joined as your bodyguard just because he could share a smoke with you when no one's flashing their eyes on you, just so that he could light your cigarette every time you forget to bring yours.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno makes sure that whenever you are going inside the changing room, there are no hidden cameras. And of course, when you are done changing, when you are ready to show it off to your papa, he will be the first one to see you in that fashionable flimsy dress.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno never forgets to be there when y/n is emotionally down. He will console her, say to her that it is going to be alright while getting a bit handsy: hands curling around her waist, letting his shoulders loose so that she could rest her head and . . . Oh no! he is just doing his job. Sometimes all we need is touch to forget our sorrows.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno has always been watching her since day one, always. Be it through the mirror of changing room or watching her fall asleep in her bed under those cozy blankets. And sometimes, he just wishes that he could get paid back for what he is doing, emotionally.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno who always listens to your relationship problems so that he knows she is still okay, not deflowered yet and makes sure that you are until he is the one who deflowers you. Sometimes, he even checks your towels, pillows, and underwear after a long bath to make sure you did not touch yourself, you do not need to since he will be the one to teach you the right way.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno who has a habit of giving his coat to you when you are in low spirits or it is a little bit chilly on the way home after the party loses his calm demeanor when he sees you wearing his coat with just a lingerie set underneath. He just went to the washroom and now is back, seeing his girl-you in his black coat sitting in her favorite armchair humming and playfully flipping through the pages of the album. She is neither sad nor it is cold inside the room, so what's this for?

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno makes sure to lock the door behind making a little sound at the click of the lock so as to startle you and gain your attention. Now that her eyes are on him and the album on the ground, her lips parted, hands fidgeting- he knew he had done his job well. "Can I have it back please, Miss y/n?", he mused gently being at arm's length from you. And when he is asked to turn around, he clicks his tongue and murmurs, "Are you still shy in front of me? do you need more time?", closing the gap between him and you within a blink of your eyes.

yandere!bodyguard chifuyu matsuno whose eyes are now switching between your lips and eyes carefully curls his arm around your waist pulling you closer to his chest, saying, "You can keep it. but when you take it off I'd like to watch." pushing you down to the same armchair, with his fingers clamped around the arm-rest hovering above you and placing a kiss on your forehead and then, whispering, "you just need to say what you wish. . .what you desire and I'll bring it to you." biting your warm ear-lobes.

@tokyometronetwork

[theravenmuse]

Deflowering the Beast

This fic is a prompt submitted by and voted on by my Patreon subscribers. You can support me on Patreon HERE and get lots of fun perks.

Prompt: Virgin Crowley/Experienced Aziraphale. Bottom Dom Aziraphale. Double penetration with Crowley’s hemipenes. Maybe Crowley loses control of his snakeyness a bit with fangs and scales.

Prompter chose to remain anonymous

Summary: Crowley, through no fault of his own, has never shared a bed with anyone. It's not as if any human would accept what he keeps hidden in his trousers. Aziraphale, however, takes an interest both to sate his own monsterfucking desires and to ensure Crowley's gorgeous corporation gets shown the admiration it deserves.

CW: explicit sex, Crowley has hemipenes, Crowley has snake-like features, monsterfucking, double penetration, Aziraphale has a vulva

You can read Deflowering the Beast on AO3

@goodomensafterdark

[tired-biscuit]

general!kiba deflowering n breeding the king’s virgin daughter who he gave to kiba as a reward..

being all soft and sweet.. teachin’ her how to take cock.. telling her he’s gonna take care of her forever n ever..

18+ fem!reader / cw: virginity loss, forced breeding

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i think he'd be rough and mean at the start because it's all he knows.

he's practically tearing the pretty night clothes the servants had dressed you in on the night of your union. is ruining the gentle updo the expensive pins now fail to hold up under the strain of his grip. is not at all listening to your little, choked up whimpers as he pushes you deeper into the mattress and keeps you there by using his weight.

he's needy and awfully forceful. is just interested in getting you naked and sitting on his cock as soon as possible - and with zero respect at that. you're one of the prettiest girls he's ever had the chance of fucking.

so he's pawing at you with his big, scarred hands; making the hairs on the back of your neck stand to attention whenever his rough calluses scrape your soft skin that's never even had the chance to experience the world yet, much less another person's touch. your legs are spread wide open because he's in-between them and is refusing to let you squeeze them back together. your mouth is full of his tongue; whenever he kisses you, it makes your teeth clash.

and it's all so overwhelming; his pace and the intensity that accommodates it make you cry even if you know that you shouldn't weep because you have no right to. you're his property now; he's earned you fair and square by winning this war for your father and emerging victorious, but you just can't help it. he's just so... animal-like.

you've been taught about the task of satisfying a man when the time comes for it to some aspect, sure, but you also learned about delicate touches and poetic love confessions murmured into soft skin. slow undressing, candle-lit bedrooms, romance and just, well... plain intimacy. and instead of that, you're stuck with bedding a man who's not even necessarily a man, but a beast.

and that makes you cry even harder. it's nothing what you've imagined when it comes to being deflowered, so you start to sniffle and your breaths turn all sorts of wobbly, making your chest shake by the time he undresses you completely. you know that you've been gifted to him with the sole purpose of pleasuring him and giving him healthy children if he wants them, but you just aren't able to live it through. you're royalty, for fuck's sake, and he's nothing but a warrior with no manners; a mere brute.

so your hand lands on his cheek to stroke it, a small "please" leaving your lips as a last resort to distract him, and surprisingly; it works. your thumb traces the ghastly scar that spoils the entire left side of his face, and he slowly, but surely, puts a halt to the ravaging he was just about to force upon you, and actually takes his time to get a good look at you for the first time ever since he's even entered the room.

and he stares; blatantly. leers at how delicate you are and how big your eyes get when tears well up inside them. how small and fragile you feel underneath him. how your cute little cunt glistens even if he guesses you probably don't even know why it's wet like that.

so he reconsiders.

he slows down a bit. still takes your virginity and praises you crudely as he spills his load inside your womb because it's what he wants, but he also tries his best to make it not hurt as much. you definitely don't cum because it's all pain and the constant, uncomfortable feeling of being way too full, way too stretched out, but it does get better after a while.

especially when a couple of days pass and he finds the idea of bending a princess over and licking her sweet little pussy from behind until she starts crying again from cumming for the first time ever way too intriguing to miss out on.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Do you have any recommendations for books were the hero and heroine get married at the beginning or at least in the first act?

Definitely! (Uh, I ended up having a lot.)

Obviously, in Devil in Winter Sebastian and Evie get married within the first few chapters. I'm sure you've read it, but juuust in case.

In Sherry Thomas's The Luckiest Lady in London, I believe they get married fairly quickly--in His At Night, they marry pretty quickly, too. The heroine in that book is trying to compromise the hero's brother into marrying her, but she accidentally does it to the hero first.

Speaking of, Accidentally Compromising the Duke (lmao) by Stacy Reid has a similar deal and early marriage, Wicked in His Arms has the hero and heroine marry early after he gets caught shortly after deflowering her in a closet, and When the Earl Met His Match has an early marriage, though the heroine is pregnant by another man (hero is in on the deal).

The Viscount and The Vixen by Lorraine Heath has the hero and heroine marry early after she answers an ad to marry his elderly, somewhat crazy father. The ad has a stipulation that basically says that if she doesn't get the marriage she was promised, she gets a huge payout. The hero is all "A-HA, IT SAYS YOU MUST MARRY A TITLED LORD OF OUR LINE, IT DOESN'T SPECIFY IT MUST BE MY DAD". And then he marries her instead tooootally not what his dad had in mind...

Scandal's Bride by Stephanie Laurens has the hero and heroine get married early in the book because she's probably pregnant. (CW: the hero is drugged by the heroine for their first encounter because she doesn't want him to remember so that he'll leave her pregnant and single. He doesn't care, tbh, but just in case.)

Shadowheart by Laura Kinsale has Allegreto and Elena get married pretty early. Heads up: first encounter is noncon, medieval marriage consummation deal. He basically forces her to marry him, but they end up having a looooot in common. Emotionally and sexually.

Fiona and the Enigmatic Earl by Grace Callaway has the hero and heroine marry early after he gives her an orgasm against a wall or something and they're like "wait a second... you're hot, I'm hot, we both need to marry, let's just do it". What they don't realize is that they're both like, running around London at night doing vigilante shit lmao.

The Recruit by Monica McCarty has a fairly early marriage. The heroine is a widowed single mother who Robert the Bruce wants to marry the hero. However, after an amazing encounter where they first lay eyes on each other while he's pile driving a random (and he gets off on the eye contact) they spend some time together with her knowing who he is and him thinking she's a servant. They sleep together, he makes an offhand comment on being with her while married to another woman (who he doesn't know... would be her) she gets pissed and turns down the marriage. Theeeen a few months later they run into each other... she's pregnant.... and he's like "NO CHILD OF MINE WILL BE A BASTARD" and forces her to marry him lmao.

Wed to the Wild God by Ruby Dixon is a fantasy romance that has the hero (a hedonistic god) marry the heroine (a practical human) early in order to keep her protected. Because of the hedonism thing, they have sex within the first couple chapters, but it takes a while for them to actually fall in love.

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden has an early marriage (a lot of Rescued from Ruin books do, but this is one of my favorites). The hero is a cold duke, his wild younger brother compromises the heroine (not sexually or romantically) and the hero marries her because he's a standup guy. Also because he is WILDLY sexually attracted to her, something she misses at every possible moment until he can't stand it anymore. The Temptation of a Highlander has an early marriage too, I think, and that one was good.

Lush Money by Angelina M. Lopez is a contemporary with an early marriage, in which a lady billionaire asks the hero to marry her and get her pregnant in exchange for a financial bailout for his tiny country. It's GREAT.

Rules for Engaging the Earl by Jana MacGregor has the hero and heroine (childhood friends) marry early because it turns out her husband, who left her pregnant, was a bigamist and their marriage wasn't valid. The hero marries her to legitimize her baby (sort of).

The Duchess Deal by Tessa Dare has the hero and heroine marry early because his fiancee skipped out on him (he's super scarred) and the heroine marries him instead (she was the seamstress who made the wedding dress and shows up wearing it in order to get paid, and he's like "how convenient"). When a Scot Ties the Knot has the hero and heroine handfast early in the book, which is technically not a legal marriage YET but could be if they consummate and choose to stay married. Which she doesn't want to do. At first.

This Scot of Mine by Sophie Jordan has the hero and heroine marry early because she's pretending to be pregnant (by someone else) and the hero has a family curse which means he'll die after getting his wife pregnant and before his heir is born. He figures he'll marry the heroine, claim her baby as his heir, and go on his way. But she isn't pregnant. And they consummate the marriage HARD. Oops!

In Never Seduce a Scot, the hero and heroine marry early to forge an alliance; she's deaf, and he think she's unable to consent, so even though he's attracted to her he keeps his distance. Until she makes it clear she very much CAN consent.

Consort of Fire by Kit Rocha is a fantasy romance in which the heroine (a princess) marries the hero (a god/dragon shifter) early. However, she's bound to murder him, despite their immediate connection. She's also in love with her handmaiden, even though she's falling for her husband. And her husband is like "mmmmm idk why we can't ALL be together...?" FFM.

The Bride by Julie Garwood is a classic medieval romance, in which the (Scottish) hero and the (English) heroine marry super early, like first or second chapter, for political reasons. He won't fuck her until she wears his plaid!!!! There's this amazing moment where he basically hauls her to stand beside him in this window so his people can look at them and is all "MY WIFE" in Gaelic, thinking she doesn't understand it. And some guy is all "ok but what do we call her" and he goes "YOU CALL HER MINE" still in Gaelic. And she's all "OH" and asks after "soooo what were you saying" and he's like "um bullshit don't worry about it". AMAZING.

Untamed by Elizabeth Lowell is another one where they marry early, older medieval. Arranged political deal, but they're super attracted to each other--however, her people try to kill him on the wedding day, and even though he handles it like a boss he doesn't trust the heroine at all and decides to wait until she has her period to consummate the marriage to make sure she's not pregnant by another man. He wants heir bIG TIME. Honestly a great book.

I also will recommend, with a caveat, the third book in that trilogy, Enchanted. In that one, the heroine was supposed to marry another guy but uhhh book 2 things happen (it stands alone, but I would recommend book 2, Forbidden, which is not an early marriage book but is a book I adore) so the hero steps up to marry her and seal the alliance instead. However, the heroine is super traumatized because she was raped in the past. Which isn't a trope I looove and there are some old school aspects to the hero's initial reaction (to be clear: he does not shame or get angry at her for it, but he does think she's maybe saying that because she doesn't want to admit she had consensual sex before marriage, and he's like "I don't care, that's totally cool, I'll go with it") but I do find this book super romantic and gentle otherwise.

The Chief by Monica McCarty has the hero, big Scottish laird dude, get asked to marry the heroine for politics early in the book. He's like "no" because he's a widower with two sons and doesn't want wife complications. But the heroine's father makes her get into bed with the hero while he's sleeping and expected a Wench to be sent to him, and she assumes it'll be a whole "everyone runs in within minutes to catch us and we'll be forced to marry" deal. They do NOT run in within minutes, and everyone does run in, but the hero is literally inside her by the time they do so he has to do a stop drop and roll deal before being like "FINE. I'LL MARRY HER". This one also has this amazing thing where he's like "I want sex to be detached" but then when she lets him hit it doggy which is his favorite position, he realizes he's not feeling it because he can't make eye contact!!!!

The Winter King by C.L. Wilson is a fantasy romance wherein they marry early to seal a truce after the hero conquered her kingdom. She's supposed to get pregnant within a year, or else they'll LEAVE HER ON A GLACIER. Very literal enemies to lovers, super amazing, WYNTER I LOVE YOUR WORK!!! Also funny in that they're both dosed with something at the wedding ceremony and it cuts to him like, fuming down the hallway to find her all "I CAN'T BELIEVE HER DAD GAVE ME FANTASY VIAGRA I CAN'T HANDLE THIS". Fortunately, she was also given fantasy viagra so it works out.

Of course, my favorite Sarah MacLean, A Rogue By Any Other Name, has an early marriage after Bourne forces Penelope's hand to make her marry him so that he can get the property that's a part of her dowry and used to belong to him before Tragic Backstory Ensued. Very funny in that he does this by going down on her and then screaming at her dad through a window the next say (when the dad arrives to like, shoot him) "WELL WHAT'RE YA GONNA DO ABOUT IT DUDE I FUCKED YOUR DAUGHTER". I love him.

Mafia Virgin by Mila Finelli is a mafia romance (obvi) in which the hero and heroine are forced to marry for mafia alliance reasons super early in the book. Though they don't consummate immediately, there is another stipulation--he must get her pregnant within six months. Major breeding kink ensues, naturally.

When A Rogue Meets His Match by Elizabeth Hoyt has the hero and heroine marry early because basically, the hero is the henchman of this evil guy who I think is her guardian? Our heroine HATES the hero. But the hero is all "I'm done with evil deeds" and then the guardian is like "cool but if you do this last one you can marry my hot ward/niece? who I know you've wanted for forever". And the hero is like ".... yes". Duke of Desire also has an early marriage, of the "to protect you" variety--but TW, the hero was sexually abused as a child and a lot of the book is about his recovery.

[kingfyre]

mortal!donghyuck x naiad!reader, angst, horror, fantasy, drabble, 1.8k, ancient greece!au

cw: dark themes, drowning, one line mentioning r*pe

The breezes are chillier as the goddess Selene slowly ascends across the sky on her chariot of glittering silver. The night has come, and along with her, the growing dangers of cunning gods and their insatiable desires. 

You sit on a steady stone near the banks of your river, observing as you have done every night before and as you will for eternity, watching for anyone and everyone who may come. 

Your river is cold, untamed, most especially when your gossiping, unruly half-sisters come to visit, or when you hear news of a god nearby. But no matter what, when the sun chariot has completed its trek across the heavens, your waters turn calm and slow, almost sluggish in its run, waiting for Helios to rise again.

Though the trees and their long, outstretched branches block much of your view above, the shimmering stars you see are always glorious, brilliant, and beautiful as they shone down on you. You sigh, closing your eyes as the cold wind hits your skin. Peace and serenity. You've known them as far as you could remember, but never truly. After all, the life of a naiad, or all divinities alike, so long as they were female and unmarried, means living in perpetual fear, paranoia that today might be the day your body stops being your own. Or worse. 

The beat of your heart is loud in your ears when he appears, stumbling and a hand propped against Pomona's trunk. A mortal. He’s draggled and dirty, clothes worn and torn from endless dawdling. His stride is drunk and unsteady, his long, dark hair cascading over his face as he blunders closer to the banks of your river.

Your fingers bunch at your dress. The thought of the man intoxicated leaves an unpleasant taste on your tongue. You can't flee, and you doubt anyone would hear or come if you cry for help. You've listened to much and heard time and time again about your sisters, naiads and nymphs violated and taken advantage of, deflowered against their will by not only gods but arrogant mortals drunk with selfishness and power. 

Mankind is a plague, your sisters tell you, increasing in numbers, breeding like cockroaches under a rock. It was a wonder how none had come upon you before.

He kneels by the riverbank, knees hitting the ground with a thud, and reaches out his dirtied hands to your waters. He falters, hands coming up to brush the hair out of his face, at last, tucking the strands behind his ears. His face is bronzed by sunlight, his dark eyes holding untold weariness. He wears a sullen look that does not suit his smooth features. He was no Adonis, but you feel your heart jump in your throat nevertheless. 

Perhaps it is more fear than it is anything else, but you can't deny the pull you feel. You swallow your uneasiness down as his calloused hands sink into your river. Still, you are doubtful.

"Hail, mortal."

His head snaps up to meet your face, water dripping from his cupped hands before falling when he retracts them to his side. He lowers his gaze to the water in front of him in a meek bow, mouth parted and eyes blown awake.

"Hail, fair goddess," he says softly. "Do I trespass on your waters?"

His voice is hushed, smooth as velvet, sweet in your ears. There is an immediate desire to hear more, but you push it away. Goddess, he called you. An easy mistake. You do not correct his assumption, however, preferring to hide behind your divine dignity.  

"Yes," you affirm, hoping it will spare you from all the uncertainties racing through your mind. 

He lowers himself even more, placing his hands on the ground in front of him in a kneeling bow. "Please. Forgive me, most divine lady." 

Moments pass in silence, only the rushing water filling the quiet. His words settle into your chest. He does not dare to look up yet, the apprehension evident in his figure. Taken aback by the difference between his actions and what you expected, the beginnings of a smile begin to pull at your lips.

"I did not wish to intrude," he continues, "nor did I mean to cause any trouble."

You take a quiet breath and dip your toes into the water, letting yourself smile as his words carry on with regrets. Tension dissipates from your body as you listen to his honeyed voice and soft tone. 

"Rise," you look down at his bowed figure from where you sit. "You have yet to cause trouble for me."

Hesitantly, he raises his head, expression carefully blank. You lower yourself from the rock, plunging your feet into the cold waters. You wade through the current to his kneeling form, stretching out a hand when you stop in front of him. Expressions cross his face, eyes darting to and from your eyes. From his stiff posture and demeanor, you know very well he is yet to believe you bear no ill-will. 

"Please, be as you were," you say softly, giving him a gentle smile. "Be comfortable. Wash up if you'd like. I will not hurt you."

Still, his voice trembles almost as much as his hand does when it reaches for yours. "Thank you, kind goddess." 

You cannot help but laugh softly at his tone. His gaze lifts to you, moonlight and surprise glinting within his eyes. It is that laugh that convinces him to place his hand in yours.

His hand is warm and awkward, but you wrap your fingers around it, dipping it into the water below. He glances at you tentatively before his other hand follows, dipping down into the clear currents. You step back, letting go, watching as he raises them to wash his dirtied face. 

"Will you tell me your name?" you ask. 

Water drips from his hair as he tries to wipe his face. You reach out again, to tuck the stray strands of hair falling to his face behind his ear. 

“My name...” he says. "My name is Donghyuck." 

You smile in kind, “Y/N.” 

At the sound of your name, ease flickers across his expression. That is when his lips grow to mirror the curve of your lips, though they still do not seem to reach his eyes.

Moments pass after moments and he begins to relax, sitting up and dipping his legs into the water while he answers question after question. He tells you of where he is from – the outskirts of a kingdom ruled lone by a noble queen, widowed after her dear husband had fallen ill. He speaks of the humble cottage right by the sea where he and his family stays, and that despite living so close to the shore, he had never learned how to swim. His voice turns fond when he comes to talk of his hardworking mother and his playful younger sister, who did not come back even after the sun had already set. 

Every story he told brought the sweet taste of honey on your tongue. No matter how it ended, in sadness and anguish, or in relief and gratitude, you drank down every bit like a parched man stumbling across a spring in the middle of a desert. No one has ever spoken and entrusted such things to you – no one who has ever confided so to you.

You gaze at him as he speaks of another story – one of his dear sister and the games she likes to play. He is more than tired, that much is apparent. There are dark bags under his wet, earnest eyes that carry the weight of the sleepless nights he has gone in order to look for his sister. His hair, long, unkempt, brushes over his face once more.

When you reach over to brush them away from his face, he does not wince as he had before. “You are exhausted,” you say gently. “You must get some rest.”

Donghyuck’s eyes stare into the water with a faraway look before he looks up to the sky and starts, wide awake as he sees the beginnings of the dawn of a new day. It has him bumbling and blundering, staggering to get up from where he sits before he turns to you, head bowing low. “Forgive me, kind goddess, I must – I must go.”

The honeyed taste on your tongue turns sour as he utters those words.

“Stay with me.”

“Fair goddess, please. My sister is lost, somewhere – my mother waits alone, at home, for me to return with my sister in tow.” A troubled look appears in his eyes as he continues to reason. “I must not delay any further.”

“Stay with me, Donghyuck,” you tell him again, voice as coaxing as it can be. “I’m sure your sister has already returned home, safely, tucked into bed right next to your mother.” 

You see the hesitation that flashes across his face. You think he would not have even considered such had he not been so spent.

“Fair goddess, please, I must go,” he tries weakly. His voice is desperate, beginning to despair, and his tone strikes your heart, but you would not give him up so easily.

“Wait. Please,” you say. From the water, you reach out. “Come into the water for a moment. It is cold; it will awaken you.”

He is tired, you think.

There is a pause before his hand stretches out to take yours hesitantly. You give him a smile as he wades into the water, his fingers stiffening around your hand. Rays of light begin to peek from the branches above. The sun is coming up. 

Donghyuck almost stumbles as the water rushes faster around him. You tug at his hand, and he comes, perhaps hoping you could steady him as the current grows wilder, but you take a step away with every unsteady one he takes to come close. 

His brows scrunch as he calls out, “What are you – what are you doing? Y/N –”

He slips.

His head plunges beneath the cold water and you let go of his hand. You watch as he tries to swim, his legs kicking frantically underneath the water, his arms desperately reaching for the surface. He breaks the surface, takes a breath – and stops. 

Donghyuck is tired – and as he sinks down again he puts up one last, weak fight, but when you push his head within the water once more, he stops. His flailing arms cease, his struggling legs settle. His eyelids close, and you know he’ll no longer have the fight in him to go. He’ll stay.

Donghyuck almost pulls you down as his body slumps, finally devoid of any movement. He’s heavier now that he doesn’t resist, but with difficulty, you pull him up, dragging him to the riverbank. You take a seat next to his unmoving body, intertwining your hand with his. 

“I hope you find your sister soon, Donghyuck.”

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Do you really ? Do you really know better? You ate him. You are a beast. AND your avoiding the question. You say you don't miss him but me asking about him gets you all riled up huh Ren? 🥺

That's why you agreed to have that.....special show with him in the first place hm? :) (Freezer burnt bitch commenter)

((Cw: necro mention. Fox/Ren does NOT do it at least in my own interpretation to be clear, it is only being mentioned for explanation reasons. I will not roleplay necro explicitly and do not take this as a pass to try to initiate it with me.))

There’s a VERY CLEAR difference between eating someone’s organs and deflowering their corpse. Both are morally bankrupt sure, but one is more disgusting and disgraceful then the other. I refuse to oblige to aNYONE that tries to request me to do it on my streams even. I’ll eat my co-stars flesh off sure, but I refuse to do anything to their corpses. They get disposed of properly right after.

…Don’t mention that stream. DON’T MENTION THAT STREAM-