#male x male x male

[dark-moonlust]

Imagine demons x male human (m x m x m) imagine:

You are a human sorcerer, known all over the world and with connections with the most powerful creatures from the underworld. However, during a ritual, you summon two demons that you’ve never met before. They are naked, their bodies honed with muscles, their eyes gleaming with mischief, their cocks at full mast as they circle you, touching you. Their deep voices and their touches make you shiver as they undress you, their clawed fingers expertly tugging at your clothes. You are more than willing to succumb, they are so powerful, so deliciously massive. Their tongues trace patterns on your skin, suckling your neck, your nipples and pumping your cock. They spread your legs wide and play with your cock and little hole for what seems to be hours. You are a blabbering glistening mess by the time they fuck you. One demon fucks your tight hole while the other shoves his dick down your throat. They spritroast you for hours, taking turns and you find yourself losing control. You want them to ruin you and, bless them, they do.

[undyinwxnchester]

‘If threes a crowd — Then were stuffed.’

(Male!Reader x Michael!Dean x Dean Winchester).

‘You thought having one of them was bad enough, but when some spell ends up making them split, well. You realise it gets worse.’

(Just straight up NSFW - Little plot).

It was so confusing — having two of them in the same room was terrifying. Given one was of course just normal old Dean but then the other was well, Dean but… Michael?

One evil — the other just a plain old friend. But in the end, both had a liking to you.

And it just ends up in a pickle of things. There both poking and prodding, each-other. At you. To the point you were so overwhelmed you ended up fainting.

But you wake up.. and they end up touchy again. As you sit on your bed, flinching as Michael caresses and rubs at your temple, and Dean is at your other side. Rubbing you arm. Both equally worried, just annoyed at the others presence.

“Your fine, doll. Breathe easy-“ *Michael spoke, but of course given they both have. Little. Care for each-other. And Dean interrupts.

“Look at me Y/N.” It ends up back and forth - they flare at each-other. Both hands on either side of you, possessive and protective. You feel overly loved and overly abused at the same time.

You don’t know who to look at, so you just sort of. Look at both of them and then away, muttering but your just cut off. “Safe and sound.”

They can agree on something it seems, in some way, “Can have you without this dick in my head.”

But now they have to share more so it seems, they don’t like that. A glare between them both once more. Before the smothering starts. And oh. Oh its so much. Yet so- good.

Michaels hand tangles into your soft hair leaning down and pecking at your cheek. Almost trying to pull you toward him. Whilst Dean pulls as-well, gently on your arm. His lips on your neck and jaw. Both just keeping you in the middle in the end.

But there equal love is — in the end both nice but a bit much. You don’t know if you can handle it.

“De- mic- fuck sake both of you let me breathe.” You mumble a little, moving in the bed a little as you attempt to wiggle from their grip. Which works a little. They give you a look, but it of course turns to them making it seem they blame it on each other.

They glare but you end up just, well. Do what you do to calm the other down. Which clearly makes the other jealous for a moment. Your lips first latch onto Dean, which makes Michael seethe. But then they meet his after , Dean slightly contempt. But not so happy after. Not like you have two lips.

And we all know how kisses get. Especially even when it’s just usually two of you. I’m the end their both the same in that aspect — can never just have a normal kiss.

Your lips are shifted as you whine gently, your shirt lifted with one to many hands on you. Michael pecking down your shoulder — massaging down your thigh, Dean at your lips. Gently making out with you as his hand also lingers with Michaels. Running up and down your skin.

You feel like you can’t breathe. It’s all to much but it’s heavenly. As your clothing removes, you’ve got two lips onto you. Both equally muttering how much they.. adore. Love. And need you. As they take turns in kissing your lips.

And.. taking turns seems to have to be more than that. As you all. End up naked. It’s odd seeing double of the same yet something so different.

Your laid against the bed, in the middle of them both. Facing Dean, but with Michaels cock buried in your behind. As you groan and attempt to keep quiet. Eyes fluttering — as Dean soothes you, a gentle rub at your lower abdomen. Gentle kisses to you.

And they do in fact. Take. Turns. As Michael slips away a little, you feel empty. But Dean just slides into you right after, and as much as Michael may not like that.

His hands are still on you aswell. On at your hip as he gently rubs his member between your back. And the other hand around and on your waist.

“..nn... so good for us.” Dean grunts, enjoying the feeling of being inside you while it lasts. In the end it’s just a fight of when one slips out the other just returns back in. Sharing but also clearly holding a grudge with it. “Such a good boy~..” Michael whispers from behind. Gently pressing his lips against your neck. Leaving generous -

Amounts of love bites down your neck and shoulders. Your going to be covered with them from front and back.

Filled. With both of their fluids, covered in their sweat and scent. And in the end.

Hell,

You just hope they never change back.

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[dirtywresling102]

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

Damian Priest x Simon x Bad Bunny

Other Characters: Roman, Hunter (Triple H)

Commission: @thesimonkshow​

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

Read Part One Here: Midnight Surprises

Read Part Two Here: Vampire Cult

Read Part Three Here: Hunted

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

Word Count: 5,092 

Follow Me On My Main Blog: @dirtywrestling

Enjoy!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?” I blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always.” Damian purred. 

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

“You mean it?” Damian asked wide eyed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, me too.” Damian grunted.

“M- My cock, please.” I choked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dirtywrestling]

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

Commission: @thesimonkshow

Pairing: Damian Priest x Simon x Bad Bunny​

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

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

Word Count: 5,092 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Excuse me?” I blinked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Always.” Damian purred. 

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

“You mean it?” Damian asked wide eyed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck, me too.” Damian grunted.

“M- My cock, please.” I choked. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damien Priest's Masterlist

[meo-eiru]

Delusional Yandere Elf

Quick colored sketch to show his colors

[himexyandere]

Imagine a group of three mermen find you, a human, stranded near their waters. They've never seen a human before, let alone one so cute! You're dehydrated and starving, so they take it upon themselves to nurse you back to health. They get you everything you need even before you need it, making sure you're always comfortable and satisfied. Once you're able to start walking again, the mermen start bringing you presents ranging from pearls, pretty shells, and large fish. You accept gifts from all three of them, to which they respond with confused expressions and clicks that you can't understand. They don't speak your language, obviously, but you've always been able to communicate through hand signs and pointing. They all start acting a little odd and you can't keep up with their conversations.

"She accepted all of our gifts! Does that mean she wants to mate with us all?"

"That must be it, there's no other explanation."

"She seems happy with all three of us as mates, but... Can a human truly handle our offspring..?"

The following evening, the biggest out of the mermen approaches you, cooing softly and clicking as he caresses your legs and thighs. It doesn't take you long to understand what he wants, especially when he starts spreading your legs and prodding his nose at your pussy. He eats you out with his long tongue reaching deep, webbed hands keeping your thighs spread wide so he can enjoy your cute little cunt, gushing and leaking for him. After he's made you come twice, he retreats a little, causing you to sit up in confusion. Your eyes are immediately drawn to the thing emerging from a slit located below his stomach. Not only is it long; it's also thick, curved, and intimidating. It isn't until you see that the other two mermen have appeared behind him, cocks also exposed, that you finally understand what's about to happen...

"Did you prepare her?"

"Yes, I think she's ready."

"She's our pretty mate, I'm sure she can take all three of us!"

[chososrightnipple]

clingy gojo who is rarely ever seen without his arms encircling your waist

clingy gojo who practically molds his body into yours because the feeling of your skin on his is more intoxicating than any drug

clingy gojo whose lips are constantly pressed against your neck or shoulders whenever he’s not yapping

clingy gojo whose favorite position to cuddle is laying on top of you and listening to your heartbeat

clingy gojo who can’t go a day without hearing your sweet voice

clingy gojo who leaves his clothes at your place because even if he’s not touching you, his sweatshirt is

clingy gojo who is tortured by the idea of losing you so he spends as much time as he can preventing that possibility

just clingy gojo <3

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[deunmiu-dessie]

ⅴ▬ ⁽ 𝑜𝓇𝒸 ⁾

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₅˖₇ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, orc/royalty!human, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, spit kink, sloppy kisses, size difference, somnophilia, slight voyeurism, orcish, reader loses all forms of etiquette and just babbles-- stupidly, belly bulge. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.

꒰m!orc ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 𝐹or as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.

Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.

The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked you—drawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.

Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day prior—a day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.

The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."

You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.

 Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.

Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"

The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."

The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."

 Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"

"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."

The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning to— Nay, I shall not proceed."

As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"

"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace.  The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.

The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller. 

  Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.

After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.

—

Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.

"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.

Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.

   Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.

Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.

Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.

Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.

"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."

You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."

The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."

You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard,  he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.

He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty." 

  You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.

The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."

You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared,  causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.

After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."

You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating,  and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.

Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm.  Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.

As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience. 

  You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.

With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly. 

  "Might I inquire about your name?"  Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."

Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes. 

  A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.

His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.

You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.

"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "

 You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.

The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace.  

  Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.

In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.

After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.

 Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips. 

  Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.

 Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.

With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )

His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.

With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies.  Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.

He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.

Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "

Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.

  With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.

A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. “I—uhn~ w-wait p-please, Lor…” You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )

 Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. “N-no, why’d you stop!” 

 With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. “M-more. Give me more.” You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby ) "Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?" 

  Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face.  Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix. 

Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.

" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans. 

   He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs. 

"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"

With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls.  A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."

With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. “That's a good fuckin’ girl.”

The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.

You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"

 Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.

You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.

He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)

Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.

He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick. 

  Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.

He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.

The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.

Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole

" Dismissed. "

The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.

"Loran, please."

The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.

 A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. s’too.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue. 

Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.

Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.

Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...

connected with this post!

[v1x3n]

[simonsrileyhusband]

simon refused to buy a new phone, the one he has is good enough, you can call, can send messages and it has a game of a little worm that eats squeares on it. he doesnt need another one.

until you tell him that, if he gets a new phone, he could have s folder filled with pictures of you...

"should have said that before lovie"

the day he buys his phone you teach him how to use it, how to had his 5 contacts to his phone (price, jhonny, kyle and you), then he spends 2 hours deciding what picture to use as his screensaver.

now, when he is on duty and cant sleep with you, the two of you call eachother and now it doesnt sound like he is talking trough a brick.

simon will send you pictures of him because you begged him to do. he sends you a pictures of his boots, his dinner, a photo of him standing besides jhonny after working out, a picture of his new and not damaged balaclava.

he also downloads tons of games, his phone os filled with them and you have to teach him how to erase them.

he doesnt have social media, but he does wacth youtube videos from time to time (specially to learn how to do little heart shapes with paper that he can gift to you)

[iisasxia]

“Where are you going?” his voice seemed so rough whenever he was sleepy, not that it bothered you, you found it cute how deep in sleep he was.

You had crawled out of bed after being lucky enough to get out of his grasp. Bakugou’s hands are big but his arms/biceps are a whole other story. “M’ sorry ‘suki, just needed to use the bathroom.” You softly smile seeing him pout and will probably grumble to himself about how you’ve left him there all ‘cold n’ alone’.

You loved that soft side of him. It was like eating a strawberry, seemed a bit sour but once you eat more it’s really sweet. Once you stepped out of the bathroom you crawled right back over him and laid facing away from him. You softly exhaled before closing your eyes until the sudden feeling of you being lifted up startled you. “Kats-“ you whisper, his hands found their way to your waist as he pulled you over on top of him, letting you get comfortable. He gently wrapped his arms back around you.

“No more gettin’ up. Lay down n’ sleep.” he mumbled to what sounded like himself.

You softly smile before lifting your head up to look at him, noticing his eyes were closed you kissed him on the lips and laid your head back against his chest.

You didn’t see it but he had a small smile after the kiss, his grip on you tightening a little.

“Goodnight ‘Suki” you whisper to him.

“Night doll.”

(I reckon he would call you doll because one time you smiled at him and you looked so surreal that the word fumbled out of his mouth on accident so now after you teased him about it he calls you it as a nickname.)

[meo-eiru]

Elias can’t be the only one who keeps getting new outfits for my good night doodles

I kinda wanna actually color this in the future

[youronlydarlin]

Just Loser! Simon who's unknowingly a sex god

He says shit like "Did that feel good..?" everytime you two fuck. As if he didn't just give you the most back arching, toe curling, brain numbing orgasm of your life.

You'd be panting like a dog beneath him, eyes rolled to the back of your skull and still he'd be asking "How's that feel..?" Like sir. This isn't UberEATS, why do you keep asking that? Do you want five stars??

[gofishygo]

ok guys but hear me out..,

back before simon was drafted and he was still working in some butcher around the outskirts of manchester, he remembers a little bakery a few blocks down from his shop. although never particularly crowded, he's noticed the older locals go by in the mornings for coffee, kids guided in by their parents after schools to get a snack. but he doesn't seem to lounge in the corner of that cafe for either of those reasons- instead, he finds himself fawning over the pretty baker.

and you're nice to him, too- always smiling when you see him around, voice so sweet when you're at the butchers to buy some meat for the pies, sneakily trying to slip him a discount whenever he goes to buy a sandwich- 'hospitality workers gotta stick together, right?' it's no wonder that he finds himself falling for you, a stupid puppy crush that he tries, and occasionally fails, to suppress. and sometimes, simon lets himself believe you like him too, with the way the blood rushes to your cheeks when you spot him across the shelves, with he notes how you nearly fumble a frothing pot of milk when caught staring at him. it's a little attempt of young love that he thinks will be smothered out as he gets older.

but now it is twenty years later, he is working with the sas, and he is meant to be dead. but simon finds himself strolling his hometown, genuinely surprised that he sees the cafe still up, that he sees you, still working behind the display cabinets. you're older now, more mature, but your smile is just as pretty as it was those years ago. and he sees that glimmer of recognition in your eyes, how your head perks up at the sight of his figure outside of the window.

ghost smothers his cigarette and bins it before walking through the doors. may as well pay the bird a visit.

[unorthodoxfaithxx]

Gentle yandere boyfriend that loses his shit when you bring up the topic of BDSM in the bedroom

afab reader ; nsfw

He’s always been methodically perfect, gentle, the best boyfriend he could be. All roses, chocolates, blankets when you’re sick, romantic dates at the beach, that kinda thing. A stand up guy, really. So has he ever thought of tying you up before, leaving you sprawled under him at his mercy, bare naked and all? Of course not!

Well. Once, maybe. Or twice. Or all the time. 

When you bring up the topic of BDSM in the bedroom, he chokes on his drink and nearly dies. He would have never expected such a request from you, you’re such an innocent and vanilla-esque person after all. But he’d be lying if the thought of you under him, with nowhere to run, wasn’t exhilarating. It tickled his predator/prey drive, his need to dominate you in most aspects of your life.

The two of you do as you suggest that night. You’re bound, bare naked in only black thigh highs and a collar around your neck. He didn’t want you wearing a blindfold because he wants to see your eyes as he takes you. There’s no gag either as he wants to be able to hear you moan.

You look ravishing, plush ass out with your legs tied just for him. It takes everything in him not to ravage you whole right then and there. You can’t run from him now. Oh, how he imagined you like this so many times if things didn’t go his way. If you had rejected him, run away from him, broken up with him, anything like that. He’d probably keep you locked up in his room, ready for the taking just like this. 

The perfect, gentle boyfriend facade cracks in no time, and before you know it, he’s all over you, drilling into your cunt, biting your neck, touching you all over wherever he can. 

You always knew he could be a bit possessive, but this new change scared and excited you at the same time. You moan each time he thrusts into you, listening as he mutters, “Mine, mine, mine,” after every minute. You never felt so wanted before.