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[meowsaaa]

soft morning(nsfw)

Ellie Williams x reader

The morning was quiet—just how you both liked it. Outside the cabin, snow layered the ground like powdered sugar, muffling the world beyond the frost-lined windows. You stirred faintly under the thick quilt, catching the scent of something… off.

Burnt?

You blinked, slowly sitting up.

“Shit—shit, shit!” you heard Ellie mutter from the small kitchenette.

Curious and concerned, you slipped out of bed, tugging a sweater over your head as you walked over to find Ellie standing in front of the stove, frantically waving a dish towel at a blackened slice of toast. A small skillet of what once might have been scrambled eggs sizzled on low, now more rubber than food.

“Ellie?” you asked, suppressing a laugh.

She jumped slightly. “Hey! Uh—good morning?” She looked guilty as hell, her freckled face flushed redder than the jam she was trying to use to salvage the toast.

“I was trying to make you breakfast,” she said, staring down at the mess. “Wanted to surprise you. Turns out… I’m garbage at eggs.”

You stepped closer, gently taking the scorched toast from her hands and placing it on a plate.

“Well,” you said with a warm smile, “you did surprise me.”

Ellie groaned, burying her face in your shoulder. “I suck.”

“No, you don’t.” You wrapped your arms around her waist, feeling her lean into you. “It’s sweet. Even if it’s… extremely crispy.”

She huffed a soft laugh against your neck.

“I just wanted to do something nice for you,” she murmured.

You tilted her chin up gently. “You did. You always do.”

Ellie looked at you, eyes soft but darkening. Her hands slid under your sweater, calloused fingers against warm skin. “Maybe I should stick to what I am good at…”

You felt her lips brush just under your jaw, slow and deliberate.

“And what’s that?” you whispered, heart already thudding.

She smirked, her breath hot as she leaned in. “Making you feel good.”

You didn’t need more convincing. The cold morning was quickly forgotten as her lips found yours, insistent and needy. She backed you into the counter, her hands wandering with growing urgency, the smell of burnt breakfast now replaced by the heat building between your bodies.

Your shirt was gone in seconds. Ellie’s hoodie followed, revealing the curve of her shoulder and the inked vines twisting along her arm. She kissed you again, deeper this time, hips pressed to yours.

“You always taste better than any breakfast,” she murmured, lips brushing your ear.

You pulled her closer, tugging her waistband with a grin. “Then come and eat.”

She grinned back—feral, affectionate, completely yours.

……..

The charred toast was long forgotten. What started as a breakfast fail had turned into something else entirely — something hungry, electric, and inevitable.

You were backed against the kitchen counter, Ellie’s mouth hot and insistent against yours, tasting like burnt jam and desperation. Her fingers found your waist, gripping tight like she was grounding herself, like she was starving for you.

“God, you drive me fuckin’ crazy,” she whispered into your mouth, voice ragged.

You gasped softly as her thigh slid between your legs, pressing up. Her hand came up to your throat, fingers curling loosely around it — not enough to stop your breath, but enough to make your pulse thrum wildly under her touch.

“You like that, huh?” she rasped, smirking, pupils blown. “Knew you were filthy.”

You met her gaze, eyes defiant, lips parted. “Takes one to know one.”

Ellie’s laugh cracked the tension for just a second — dark and amused. “Oh, I’m disgusting,” she said, pushing her thigh harder between your legs. “Want me to tell you what kind of pathetic little thing you look like right now?”

You moaned, hips bucking into her leg instinctively.

“Oh yeah,” she breathed. “Look at you — already so fuckin’ needy. All I did was kiss you. Didn’t even touch that pretty pussy yet, and you’re already shaking.”

Her hand tightened slightly on your throat, just enough to make your knees weak.

“Ellie…” you whispered.

“I should make you beg for it,” she growled, kissing down your neck. “Make you say please like a good fuckin’ girl.”

But then she hesitated — just a flicker — and her grip loosened.

Her lips hovered against your jaw. “You want me to stop?” she asked, voice quieter now. “I mean it.”

You shook your head, heart racing. “No. Don’t stop.”

That’s all it took.

She kissed you hard, desperate again. Her other hand slipped beneath your shirt, tugging it over your head, exposing soft skin to the cool cabin air. Her mouth was on your chest in seconds, biting just enough to leave a mark — hers.

When you gasped, she looked up through her lashes, wicked and wanting. “So easy to ruin you.”

You tugged at her hoodie, and she let you pull it off, revealing the tank top beneath, her arms inked and trembling slightly with restraint. You reached for her, but she grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Oh no, baby,” she said with a smirk, pressing her body flush to yours. “I’m in charge right now.”

You whimpered, legs parting instinctively. She ground against you slow, letting you feel everything — the friction, the heat, the ache.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she muttered, kissing down to your stomach. “Bet you’re dripping.”

You were.

She dropped to her knees, pulling down your panties with a little growl of approval. “Look at this mess,” she said, running a teasing finger through your folds. “What a needy fuckin’ slut.”

The word hit you like lightning — filthy, raw, perfect.

She licked you slow, tongue flattening over your clit just once, deliberately. You cried out, but she pulled back, smug.

“Oh, you liked that.” She slapped the inside of your thigh lightly. “Too bad I’m gonna edge you until you’re crying.”

And she did.

She worked you slowly, licking and sucking in cruel little patterns, dragging you right to the edge over and over until you were pleading — breathless, broken, aching.

“Ellie, please— I need to—”

“You need to what?” she asked, chin wet with you, eyes blown wide. “Say it.”

“Need to come,” you whispered. “Please.”

She grinned like the devil. “Now that’s more like it.”

She stood, kissed you again — messy, tasting like you — and pressed her hand between your legs. Her fingers slid in, perfectly curved, her other hand wrapping around your throat again.

“Cum for me,” she commanded, breath hot. “Cum like the pathetic, desperate little girl you are.”

You shattered.

Your whole body shook, thighs clenched around her hand, mouth falling open in a soundless scream as she held you through it — murmuring filth and praise into your ear while you came undone.

Afterward, she caught you, arms suddenly tender, pulling you into her chest.

“You good?” she asked softly, kissing your temple.

You nodded, still breathless.

Ellie laughed again, that teasing smirk returning.

“Guess I’m better at making you wet than eggs.”

You snorted, face buried against her collarbone. “Ellie.”

She held you tighter. “But next time? You’re cooking.”

meowwwsaaa

[apletolerance]

Sorry for this

[marejuka]

What is Romance if not this?

[boyscentral56]

The math is mathing

[nottriddlethis]

- -Rumors- -

Mattheo Riddle

Summary: friends to lovers <3

Warnings: smut, pinv, virgin!Reader, fingering.

AN: too.much.words.

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The first thing I felt was warmth.

A solid, familiar weight pressing into my back, an arm draped around my waist, fingers flexing against my belly. The scent of firewhisky clung to the air, mixed with something Mattheo—spice and warm. That in itself wasn’t unusual—I had grown used to the way he snuck into my bed on sleepless nights, how he sought me out when the world outside felt like too much.

He had snuck in again. But tonight, something had shifted. My breath hitched.

I knew Mattheo well enough to recognize when something was wrong. The way he was holding me—clinging, almost desperate, too firm.

His legs tangled with mine, his chest flush against my back, his breath warm against the curve of my neck. His other hand found its way into my hair, fingers twisting through the strands with slow, absent strokes. He was seeking comfort. I shifted slightly, whispering silencing spell around us.

"Mattheo," I turned my head to him "What happened?"

Nothing. No response. Just the slight hitch in his breathing, the faintest tremor in his hold.

I shifted again, trying to turn fully toward him, but his grip tightened. His fingers digged into my hip, pulling me closer, he pressed his nose deeper into my neck.

"Mattheo," I tried again, softer this time. I reached out my hand and touched his palm.

Still nothing.

My heart was pounding against my ribs. What is wrong? He wasn’t drunk—not fully. He was lucid, aware. But whatever had driven him here tonight was something heavier than alcohol.

Minutes passed in silence. The only sound was the quiet crackle of the fire still burning inside the dormitory walls. Then, slowly, Mattheo moved, and I caught the opportunity to turn around in his arms.

He pulled back just enough to see my face, his dark eyes locking onto mine. His hand slid up, fingers brushing gently over my cheek, pushing my hair back with an unfamiliar tenderness. My heart sank at this gesture. Unspoken pain in his eyes.

And then, so quietly I almost missed it—

"Should I really let you go?"

I froze. My breath caught in my throat, my fingers clutching his shirt immediately. Then a sticky fear grip me from his words.

"What?" I whispered. "No. No. Why would you say that?"

Mattheo exhaled sharply, jaw tight. His gaze flickered, something unreadable swimming behind it.

"I heard something," he muttered. His voice was lower now, rougher. "Pancy said your family is preparing for your wedding this summer." A pause. "To some family friend. Rich and already in good standing with the ministry."

A beat of silence stretched between us. I felt the panic recede, dissolving into nervous, silent laughter.

"That's not true, nothing like this is happening", He didn't move at my words. His fingers were still tangled in my hair, his face hovering close—too close. His body remained tense, but something in his expression softened, just barely. "Hey, I promise, Pancy just..." I cut myself before certain words escaped my mouth. And I reached for him.

My fingers brushed over his temple, trailing down to the curls resting against his nape. I ran my hand through his curls again, slow and deliberate, the way I knew he liked. Mattheo shuddered under the touch, his eyes fluttering shut as his body finally—finally—relaxed against mine.

A quiet whisper, almost a vow, left his lips. "Then why from all people it's your close friend who talking about this?"

He pressed his forehead against mine, his breathing steadying. His arms remained around me. But when I didn't answer he opened his eyes looking worryingly. He pulled back just enough to see my face.

I swallowed, my fingers still threaded through his hair. This close, I could see everything—the way his pupils were blown wide, the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. His gaze flickered down to my lips, just for a fraction of a second, before he quickly looked away.

My heart slammed against my ribs.

I shouldn't be thinking about this. About him. About the way his hand still rested on my waist, the way his thumb was brushing slow, absentminded circles against the fabric of my nightshirt. It started long ago for me. Long ago my feelings for Mattheo became something more.

For Mattheo, who teased me relentlessly, who stole food off my plate, who always found me in a crowded room without needing to look. Mattheo, who had been in my life for years, slipping between the cracks of my walls without ever asking permission.

Mattheo, who was still looking at me like that.

And suddenly, I was hyperaware of everything. The warmth of his skin, the slight press of his leg against mine, the way neither of us had moved away.

"I said Pancy that I like you...like a lot" my whisper - hot against his lips, my words - fast mess. "and she said you like me too, but of course not, and it's okay, but she might be..."

He called me by name—lower, rougher, like he was about to say something he shouldn't.

I wet my lips. "Yeah?"

Mattheo hesitated only a moment. Then, instead of answering, he lifted his hand slowly. His knuckles brushed against my cheek, the touch featherlight, and I shivered.

Because we had always been close. Always touched without thinking. But this—this was different. The way his eyes changed, the way his fingers trailed down, past my jaw, lingering at the side of my neck where my pulse was racing. His eyes darkened.

I knew, in that moment, that he could feel it.

The space between us disappeared when my body leaned into his without hesitation, my lips parted slightly when his thumb traced my jaw. I was shivering. This wasn’t just friendship. Not anymore. More or nothing.

Mattheo’s fingers curled slightly, his hand resting against my throat for the briefest moment before he pulled away, rolling onto his back with a sharp exhale.

I stared at the canopy above us, pulse still hammering against my ribs. My breath came too fast. Too shallow.

"I don't know when it started.. Just one moment I realized that I'm too into you, too care, too much think. And after all the time Pancy found it out, she said you too... like me..i guess it's her stupid plan" my voice came to the lowest and I felt silent.

I turned my head, looking at him in the dim light filtering through the canopy. His eyes were fixed on the ceiling, his jaw clenched, his hands fisted in the sheets like he was trying to hold himself back from something.

Like he was fighting himself. Something was going to break inside me.

"Mattheo"

He didn’t answer, but I saw his throat bob, his fingers tightening against the fabric.

I reached out before I could stop myself. My hand skimmed over his arm, the tension in his muscles thrumming beneath my fingertips. He was wound so tight, like he might snap if I pushed even the slightest bit further.

So I did.

I ran my fingers up, over his wrist, curling lightly around it. I grabbed his little finger with mine as we often do. The second I did, he moved.

Fast.

Suddenly, he was above me, pressing my body into the mattress, his weight caging me in. Both of his hands caught my face, pinning it to the pillow, his thumbs caressing my cheeks.

I gasped softly, but not out of fear. Never fear.

Because this was Mattheo. My Mattheo.

And he was looking at me like I was the only thing holding him together and breaking him apart all at once. His breathing was uneven, his curls falling over his forehead. His grip loosened, sliding down to to grab my jaw in his fingers.

"I like you?" he exhaled. His voice was raw with emotions. "I love you, I want you, I desire you so bad that I'm afraid to break all we have."

My surprise was expressed by a weak moan. His grip tightened slightly. He growled my name, "you've always been only for me".

The words sent a shiver down my spine. Something in the lower part of my stomach twisted into a pleasantly aching spasm.

I parted my lips, my fingers curling into his. A plea. "Kiss me please."

Something snapped in his expression.

Then he did.

Not gently. Not softly.

It was all fire and frustration and something that had been building for far too long. His lips crashed against mine, his grip lowered to my waist pulling me closer.

I didn't even think before kissing him back just as fiercely. My free hand slid into his hair, tugging, and Mattheo groaned softly against my mouth. He deepened the kiss, angling my jaw the way he needed to slid his tongue. His fingers skimming under the hem of my shirt, pressing against the bare skin of my waist and higher.

It was overwhelming. It was everything when his hands slide up my sides, fingertips grazing the sides of my breasts under the shirt.

"May I..?"

"Take it all off Mattheo"

A low, approving groan rumbled in his chest at my request. His hands slowly slided up my sides, in one smooth motion, he pulled my shirt up and over my head, tossing it aside, then he repeated it with his own. For a while we were devouring each other. His eyes darken with desire as he took in the sight of my bare breasts, nipples already hardened from arousal. He was hovering over me, and I was observing every inch, every detail of his toned chest and strong arms and flexing muscles.

Leaning down, Mattheo placed a tender kiss on my collarbone before trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses down to the valley between my breasts. I threw my head back and my mouth opened in a silent moan. My fingers dug into his curls to keep myself from falling endlessly. Because he took one of my nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. His hand came up to knead and caress the other breast, rolling and pinching the nipple between his fingers.

The world behind the canopy ceased to exist, it's only me - nothing more than arching underneath him, panting softly.

When his hand slid far down my stomach, I had absolutely no control over the way my thighs clenched. Matteo's fingers slid deeper and I felt his hot breath on my lips. "I know this is your first time, babygirl.. trust me please" He kissed me lightly, and I reached for him.

He presses his forehead against mine, nose nuzzling against my cheek affectionately. His fingers push my panties aside, a middle finger tracing my slit, feeling all the wetness. He groans softly. "But you're so soaked for me, my girl". He circles my clit with the pad of his finger, applying the slightest pressure. I moaned in approval and lifted my hips closer to him. His other hand slides under my knee, hitching my leg up higher on his hip.

He silences my moans with another deep kiss, as his finger slips inside me. Even tight for one. He starts with just the tip, pumping it in and out gently before pushing in deeper, curling it to stroke my so needy spot. I arched at his every stroke and every brush of his thumb over my clit. His other hand slides under my other knee, hitching the second leg up as well so I'm essentially wrapped around his waist. He starts to thrust his finger faster, adding a second one, stretching, scissoring me gently, and I whimpered.

"I need to stretch you, you're so tight..for Salazar sake", his hot, dirty whisper made me want him more. "I'm gonna finally feel you wrapped around my cock." He leans in to murmur in my ear. And it was the first time when I felt my pussy started to clench over his fingers, awaiting for something more and more bigger.

I felt my walls started to flutter and clench around his fingers, signaling impending orgasm. As I hit my peak, he captures my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries and whispering into my mouth "My girl..my good girl, go on, go on". My pussy spasmed and gripped his fingers tightly as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over.

He works my shaking body through it.

But didn't stop. He tore out of me another powerful orgasm and whining moans.

Literally nothing was left of me except trembling and pleasure. When I felt him take his fingers out of me and run over my slit, gathering more of my juices, I opened my eyes. And I saw what I expected: him sitting before me and looking, and looking, his eyes hooded in pleasure, his lips licking every drop of me from his fingers.

"I would've died if I could never touch you", my words are barely above the whisper, but he of course heard.

"I've been dying every time I touched you and was unable to go further," his words spread like sweet pain in between my tights.

Mattheo reached down to undo his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down just enough to free his hard, aching cock. I watched as he stroked it a few times, biting back a groan. His eyes were roaming over my body, coming back to meet my eyes. Merlin. So big and so..needy.

"It's gonna hurt a little babygirl," he brushes my hair back from my face, cupping my cheek. Then he takes a deep breath, and I felt he tip of his cock against my slick heat. He applies the slightest pressure, just enough to start pushing inside and I gasped for air.

"Good girl, good... relax for me, please" he groans softly at the tightness, having to pause for a moment to collect himself. I closed my eyes, my pussy around his cock was burning. I nodded and Mattheo left soft kisses over my cheek as he starts to push in deeper, inch by inch. I felt so clear how my walls stretching around him, gripping his hard length.

"You're big Mattheo"

He groaned in irritation mixed with pleading in his voice. His cock twitched inside me. "Don't do it. I have to be gentle with you for now."

He pushes in a little further, feeling my hymen stretch and then give way. His instant growl mixed with my whimpered moan, when free from the obstacle his cock slid much further.

Panting softly, he paused, letting me adjust to the new sensation. "It's okay, it's okay, breathe". He kissed my forehead tenderly, caressing my cheeks with his fingers. I leaned against his touch and when I nodded he whispered: "You are gonna feel good I promise."

When he started to move again, sliding in deeper, his hips pressing against mine, the pain seemed to loosen. I wrapped my hands around his neck as he sets a slow, steady rhythm, not wanting to overwhelm. Despite little soreness I feel incredible being wrapped around his cock like this. Being kissed with his lips.

His slow movements little by little became more jerky, his breathing heavier. My walls starting to flutter around him, gripping his cock tighter and deeper, sucking it fully inside me. His name escaping my mouth as much as I exhale. Mattheo set a more intense rhythm. The bed creaks softly beneath us with the motion, the room could've been filled with the sound of skin against skin if I hadn't casted charms.

Mattheo was the first who felt my walls clenching and spasming around his throbbing cock. For one moment I got scared of what was going to happend and shifted under him. He groans deeply, fingers digging into the soft flesh of my hips as he holds me tight, not letting me move away from the intense pleasure.

"Matt... Mattheo, Mattheo..." I moan and moan his name coming harder and shaking even more.

He doesn't stop his thrusts, continuing to drive into me with deep, powerful strokes, making loud sounds of my wet pussy. The bed shakes and creaks beneath us, the headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his thrusts. Until he found it difficult to push his cock in because of how tightly my spasms were squeezing him. He sat on his knees, his cock pulsing in me.

His breathing grows ragged, "Fuck... You feel like my own heaven. I need to fill you up, baby..may I.." I didn't protest. He pants, again his hips moving faster, driving into me with abandon. I spread my legs more for him, digging my nails into his arms, as he - on his kness - hold my hips up thrusting inside.

With a final, hard thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside me, his thick cock pulsing and throbbing as he finds his release. He spills his hot seed deep inside my fluttering walls, coating me with his essence. I was suffocating.

And so he stayed - with his eyes closed, not moving, his mouth slightly open in pleasure.

I admired him: as his chest heaved with ragged breathing, as beads of sweat slid down his arms and toned torso. My whole soul vibrating with excitement. So handsome. So finally mine.

Mattheo opened his eyes and his gaze fell on mine, and then went down to where our bodies were still connected. He slowly pulled out his cock, and his seed flowed out of me in hot drops. Mattheo watched and watched before he collected everything with two fingers and pushed it back in me.

When he licked his fingers off again I was ready to cum. My hips jerked uncomfortably.

"Sweeter than I ever imagined all this time", he murmured. He noticed my reaction and traced his hand over my inner thigh and up. His finger pads almost touched my clit.

When he finally pulled back to me, he rests his forehead against mine, looking into my eyes with a satisfied, loving gaze.

He brushed my arm all along and capturered my little finger with his. "I love you so much", he whispers, still trying to catch his breath. "And I'm pretty sure that you can give me another one.."

His hand left my little finger and dived between my legs again, giving me the desired touch.

[simplylov3ly]

Hello!! How are you

Could i ask for one where reader and colapinto are best friends and always flirting until reader gets tired of it and decided to go on a date and franco dont like it? With happy ending he thank you!

pairing: franco colapinto x fem!reader

summary: you and franco flirt all the time, knowing you'll never cross the line of friendship until one night franco gets mad at you for dating, giving you a hell of a happy ending.

warnings: best friends, flirting, smut, hot moments, jealousy, soft kissing and tongue kissing, hair pulling, rear end fucking, anal sex/anal insertion, happy ending, neck grabbing, genital fluids, masturbation.

author's note: maybe the anonymous person wants it to be fluff, but when i read this request, i couldn't help but write a nice happy ending based on Franco ending up doing everything mentioned in the warnings... i have to say, i'm still not convinced by this os/fic, but i hope you like it, anonymous! and that others like it too! <3 don't forget to like and reblog. if you want to make your request, the message box appears on my profile!

words: 1.9k

Saturday afternoon, after having a crazy party the night before, where you and Franco had crossed the line of friendship through flirting and nothing more. It was just an exchange of words where you gave him the best possible hint to get him to kiss you, but he refused because, according to him, 'you were both too drunk to cross that fine line that separates you in friendship.'

So, you decided to put him on a queen sergeant mission so he could admit that, despite the flirting or affectionate comments, there was always something beyond just being best friends for six years.

You were in another room at the hotel where the two of them and other drivers reside during the racing season, and right now they were in Italy, Monza.

Besides, why couldn't you treat yourself to dinner with a classy Italian to make your best friend jealous? The truth is, you were tired of giving it your all and then having him back down to put the brakes on a future relationship that could work.

You have to show him that you're no longer the teenager who always has to hound him like a lapdog. You have to be strong, determined, and resolute in your adulthood. You're an adult now, dammit! Put on that damn dress and go flirt with handsome Italian men, please.

Looking in the mirror for the last time, you take a quick look at the floral dress that contrasts with the Monza dusk and your hair tied in a neat but almost loose bun, with a pair of white flowers as hairpins.

You grabbed your purse, the keycard to unlock your room, and just in case, your cell phone; sometimes, dangerous situations or last-minute emergencies can arise.

You left the room, walking down the hall to go down the stairs and meet Lando, who seemed to have seen something so beautiful—of course, knowing that you didn't dress so elegant or formal for any normal or special occasion—for the first time.

"Wow, you look... amazing." Lando notes, his mouth still ajar.

"Thanks, Lan. Are you going to Franco's room?" You asked. Of course, since his best friend started racing Formula One, he'd struck up a close friendship with the British McLaren driver.

"Y-yeah... Yeah, i was about to go until we ran into each other... You know," Lando answers, a little nervously. He swallows, closing his mouth and putting his hands in his back pocket. "I'm actually curious to know: Where are you going?"

"Oh... On a date"

"On a date? With who? Does Franco know?" Lando asked with a quickness that was too curious and interesting. You frowned, and he, seeing that, retracted his question. "Sorry, i didn't mean to pry, but you know... I mean, if something happens to you, Franco will know where you are."

You smiled inwardly, knowing the brit might go to the room and tell Franco about the date... And that's exactly what you wanted. It's part of the mission, right?

You crossed your arms, shrugging and sighing a little. "It's just... I wasn't going to tell him because, you know, Franco tends to underestimate himself a bit," you pointed out. "Besides, i don't think he'd care either. It's not like i'm saying that the guy i'm going out with is an Italian with brown hair and eyes who's two heads taller than me."

Lando opened his eyes, surprised by your taste in men, which was very different because you always described your standard and when you did, it coincided with the characteristics that Franco had of himself.

"Okay... Ah..." He didn't know what to say and stood still, too quiet to be real.

"Yeah... Okay, well, i'll go. I'm running a little late for my appointment." You informed him to leave, leaving Lando alone as you left the hotel, feeling the warm freshness of Italy on your shoulders.

Two hours later.

During the date, you were too comfortable and relaxed with the Italian guy. He was very gentlemanly, cool, friendly along with a hundred other green flag characteristics that were correctly in place.

He offered to escort you to the hotel when you left the nice and homey restaurant until Franco was already standing there, with a deeply serious expression.

You stopped when you saw your best friend still, leaning against the lamppost, staring at the guy you were dating. Your heart pounded inside your chest. Your body burned in an inexplicable way, but you understood a little why.

"Are you okay?" the Italian boy asked, seeing your worried face.

When he looked up to see Franco, he took a step forward to defend you just in case, but you stopped him:

"No, don't worry. He's my best friend," you hastened to clarify, sighing. "Sometimes he has... You know, bipolar disorder. His mood changes depending on how his head is going," you lied.

You couldn't tell him the truth, knowing Colapinto was beyond jealous because you'd never seen him so serious in his life, and now, the vein in his temple was slightly bulging, ready to pop. You decided to say goodbye to the boy, seeing him give you a worried look but accepting defeat, leaving.

As you approached Franco, you could see him giving you that look of 'i'm going to fuck you against the bed until you scream my name' and 'i hope you take the consequences of not telling me.'

And anyway, you got turned on.

"Lando told you, right?" You asked.

"I'm supposed to be your best friend. Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, arms crossed.

"Because it's not important that i tell you, you know that you don't care much who i go out with" You declared, seeing how he came a little closer, standing up so that you understood that you were the casualty of friendship.

"Of course i care, boluda" He mumbled, using his typical Argentine nickname that made you wet your pussy every time he emphasized his accent. "I'm supposed to know why you're dating other people and not me."

You frowned, not understanding. "What are you talking about? You're not supposed to cross the line of friendship."

"And who said i didn't want to cross it?" Franco asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Because i'd love to cross that line if i have to fuck you against the fucking bed and make you scream my name so i know who you belong to, pendeja de mierda"

A chill ran down your spine, making you shiver a little and feel him put a hand on your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

How did he say what he just said? He's supposed to never cross the line... But what if...?

"You'd never fuck me. You don't have the balls to kiss me when he asks you to the night before." You pushed him away, walking towards the path that led to the hotel.

Despite wanting to be far away, Franco grabs you by the nape of your neck to turn you around and give you a soft kiss that slowly turned into a rough one, nibbling your lower lip to slip his tongue in, savoring everything your mouth held before him.

The silence of Italy filled the sexual and tense moment they were having. Pushed against the lamppost, feeling Franco grab your neck to control you at will was one of the sexiest things in the world.

"Franco..." You moaned against his lips, causing the Argentinian to spit out your mouth and kiss you faster, more slowly. There was so much hunger at stake, and you couldn't hold back any longer. "Take me to your room... To your bed... With you."

Franco did it with great pleasure, as he didn't hesitate to bend down a little and carry you over his shoulder as he walked quickly to the hotel, where—in less than seven minutes—they were already inside. He took the shortcut of taking the elevator and couldn't hold back the urge to fuck you right there while they waited to reach the 21st floor.

And even though the wait was taking a while, you were already moaning loudly because without thinking, he was fucking you against the elevator wall, pressing the side of your head against you as he moved inside you, thrusting fast, full, and deep. Showing who had the power right now.

"Franco! Fuck, i needed you so much" You moaned in high-pitched squeals, biting your lip to keep quiet.

Colapinto grabs you by the neck, pressing your back against his chest as he lifts your dress, revealing your breasts bouncing from the rough thrusts made by the clash of skin. The noise came from the movement of your buttocks against your best friend's pelvis.

"Don't bite your lip, you fucking whore. Keep moaning like the slut you are..." Franco murmurs against your ear, biting your earlobe to release it and move his other hand, masturbating the core of your clitoris.

"Fran... Oh god." You gasped, hyperventilating from the lack of air, as the loud moans you'd let out earlier turned into a tremor of intense desire and pleasure Colapinto was generating with his masturbation. "Don't stop, please."

Franco had no better idea than to pull his cock out of your pussy and shove it into your ass, making you arch your back and throw your head back. He was so incessant in satisfying your needs that he let go of your neck to lean you back, put you on all fours in the elevator, and pull your hair while he spanked you in an incredible way.

"When we get to the bedroom, i want to see you on your knees, begging for more. Did you hear me?" Franco asked, scruffy, fucking you from behind as he let out a couple of moans of pleasure from your ass clenching around the skin of his cock.

"Isn't this supposed to be punishment for my... My bad behavior in not telling you anything?" You asked between moans and small screams.

"No, of course not. This is just the beginning, you fucking bitch." Fran whispers against your ear. "And i hope you enjoy every fucking second because you're going to lose your voice the next day.

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Just a peek ʕ⁠·⁠ᴥ⁠·⁠ʔ

[discord-weeper]

3 AM and still thinking of ways how to degrade one till they cum.

[bambiisin]

DIDNT MEAN TO

Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT Car sex, dom!Frank, unintentional teasing (from reader), loss of control (but still respectful), public-ish setting, overstimulation, possession kink, size kink, reader is innocent/clueless about how much she affects him

You’re halfway through a story about something stupid that happened at the grocery store, sitting in the passenger seat with your legs tucked under you, when Frank’s hand twitches on the steering wheel for the third time in two minutes.

You don’t notice.

You’re laughing, animated, licking the corner of your lips because some of your iced coffee smudged there, and you don’t think twice about it. You reach down absentmindedly to adjust the hem of your sundress that keeps sliding up your thighs, and all the while, you’re completely unaware that the man beside you is slowly losing his mind.

Frank Castle can handle pain. He can handle pressure. He can handle a firefight, a stab wound, a full day with barely any sleep.

But he cannot handle you sitting pretty beside him, talking soft and smiling sweet, looking like that.without even trying.

You turn your head and catch him gripping the wheel tight. His jaw clenched. Brow furrowed.

“Frank?” you ask, brows drawn in confusion. “You okay?”

He grunts. “Yeah.”

But his voice is rough. Strained.

You blink. “You sure? You look tense.”

He doesn’t answer for a second. Just mutters, “Don’t move like that.”

You glance down at yourself, confused. “Move like what?”

Another pause. His voice comes lower this time. Dangerous. But not in a way that makes you afraid. In a way that makes your skin heat.

“You’re sittin there all sweet,” he rasps, “lickin your lips, legs up on the seat, dress ridin up. And you don’t even know what you’re doin’ to me, do you?”

You stare at him, wide-eyed. “I…I didn’t mean to.”

He swears under his breath and suddenly veers the car off onto a back road, gravel crunching under the tires. The car jerks to a stop in a shaded patch under some trees. He kills the engine.

“Frank, wait-what are you-”

“I can’t take it anymore,” he growls, unbuckling his belt like a man possessed. “You didn’t mean to, I know. But you’ve been drivin’ me outta my fuckin’ mind for the past hour.”

You’re blinking fast, heart pounding as he leans over you, caging you in against the door. His hand slides up your bare thigh, hot and firm.

“You wanna tell me to stop?” he breathes, voice thick, lips hovering just over yours. “Now’s the time.”

Your lips part, a shaky breath leaving you.

“Stop” you whisper, but your hips lift instinctively into his touch.

He smirks. Dark. Knowing.

“Didn’t think so.”

His mouth crashes into yours, rough and hungry, all patience gone. He’s got your dress shoved up around your hips in seconds, panties slid to the side, his fingers sliding through your folds like he needs to memorize the way you feel.

“So fuckin wet,” he groans, forehead pressed to yours. “Sweet girl doesn’t even know what she does to me. You kill me, y’know that?”

You gasp as he lines up, dragging the thick head of his cock through your slick.

“Frank, someone could-could see-”

“Let ‘em.” His voice is gravel. “Let ‘em see how good I fuck you. Let ‘em know you’re mine.”

He pushes in deep and slow, and your whole body arches, the stretch overwhelming in the best way. One of his hands clamps over your thigh, keeping you open, the other fisted in your hair, holding you right there so you feel every inch.

You whimper, fingers scrambling against his shoulders. “Frank-oh my God-”

“I know, baby,” he pants. “You weren’t ready. Didn’t know what you were doin’ to me. But now you do.”

He starts moving,deep, grinding thrusts that shake the whole car. The windows fog almost instantly. His hand slips to your throat, not to squeeze, just to hold. Just to claim.

“Mine” he growls. “Mine. Say it.”

“Yours” you gasp, tears stinging the corners of your eyes from how full you feel. “All yours, Frank.”

He groans, hips stuttering, control slipping as you clamp around him.

“You gonna come for me, sweetheart? Huh?” His thumb finds your clit, rubbing fast circles. “Come on. Wanna feel you fall apart. Right here. In my fuckin car.”

It doesn’t take long.

You come with a cry, your body locking around his, pleasure hitting you like a freight train. He follows a second later with a deep, broken moan, hips buried to the hilt as he spills into you.

For a long moment, the only sound is your breathing. His forehead rests against yours. Your hands are tangled in his shirt. His palm is still pressed to your thigh like he needs to feel you.

“I really didn’t mean to” you whisper, voice small.

He kisses you. Soft. Sweet. Full of heat still simmering beneath the surface.

“I know you didn’t,” he murmurs. “That’s why I lost my fuckin mind.”

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[apletolerance]

@apdysuxx666 chu chu!

[yourlovelycandygirl]

♡ Ella. 26. +21. Only follow girls (I can make exceptions). Don't ask for DM, pictures, social media or ask weird things. Don't send pictures of dicks or any pictures. Don't call me whore or slut. Be always nice. If we sext everything we talk and do is roleplay, I'm not looking for a real relationship.

[fictionalmenobsessor]

RULES ─ MASTERLIST ─ REQ BOX

CW: !!!NSFW MDNI!!!, afab reader, cowgirl, bulge kink, breeding kink, baby trapping.

this is part 2, to part one 😘

song for the chapter: Leave Me Lonely - Ariana Grande

ex-husband?!Simon, who eventually convinces you to let him come inside to talk once he finds out that your daughter isn’t home, and is actually at her grandparents for the night.

ex-husband?!Simon, who listens to all of your concerns when you are on the couch together; holding your hand in his with devoted eyes, thinking to himself that you were as beautiful as the day he lost you, possibly even more so.

ex-husband?!Simon, who rubs his thumb up and down the back of your palm trying to soothe you as you choke up into tears.

ex-husband?!Simon, who brings you into his lap, engulfing you in a hug with his big burly arms. stroking your hair as you sobbed into his shoulder, letting all of the pain you’ve accumulated wash over you in one fell swoop.

ex-husband?!Simon, who brings your head back so you can see him after you’ve calmed down. wiping away the tears and snot on your face, before giving you a kiss on the forehead.

ex-husband?!Simon, who presses back when you suddenly kiss him, cupping both sides of your face with his calloused hands; tugging down on your lip with his teeth to force his tongue through.

ex-husband?!Simon, who ran his hands up and down your body, before landing on your hips. gently squeezing the soft, plush fat surrounding them as he brought you higher up on his lap.

ex-husband?!Simon, who lets out a string of groans as you start to rock your hips over the growing bulge beneath your thinly clothed cunt; slick and throbbing, you try to soothe the increasingly hot ache between your thighs.

ex-husband?!Simon, who hikes up the lacy hem of your nightdress, and roughly tugs aside your panties, like they shouldn’t have been there in the first place.

ex-husband?!Simon, who glides the pad of his thumb over the pearly nub on your clit, going in motions that has you writhing and begging for him to at least use one finger against your velvet walls.

ex-husband?!Simon, who eventually gives in, gliding his ring finger into your sopping cunt, watching the way your juices collected on the silver band.

ex-husband?!Simon, who pulled out his digit before you reached your impending orgasm, because according to him:

“The only thing that you’re going to be coming on is my cock. Okay, sweetheart?”

You fumbled with his belt buckle, your mind still fogged from the rejection of what you desperately craved. No needed.

He lifted his hips so you could tug down his jeans and boxers. His strained cock hit his lower abdomen, angry red tip leaking with beads of pre-cum.

With your panties still pushed to the side haphazardly, you grab ahold of Simon’s broad shoulders for stability; watching as he grabs his thick, leaky cock and align himself with your entrance.

Slowly sinking down, you fold your bottom lip into your mouth to force back a moan, teeth digging into the flesh severely. As much as you loved. Love? No. Loved, Simon, you couldn’t let him know that he still had an effect on you after all this time.

After a few moments of adjusting to his size, pussy fluttering around him to accommodate his size you started to roll your hips, gathering a rhythm that left you both short for air.

Gaining a bit more confidence, you bounce up and down on his cock. Simon’s dick hitting the gummy bundle of nerves tucked away inside you that made your toes curl; thighs trembling as your orgasm attempts to wash over you.

A deep, desperate groan echoed through your ears, “Fuck." He panted, pawing at your ass, "I've missed this pretty pussy so much. And I bet she's missed me too, yeah?"

Nodding your head feverously, you tried to focus on the euphoria you were about to experience in the horizon. Just as you were teetering on the edge, he must've felt a change; grabbing your hips, he flipped you over, denying your orgasm once more.

"You fucking asshole!" You seethed, hitting him on the chest.

"Don't." He snatched your wrists, flashing you a harsh glare. "Now you're going to behave and come on my cock when I tell you to, because I can stop all of this in a heartbeat."

In all honesty, you would’ve done anything for him. With a small nod of your head, he hoisted your legs over his shoulders, burying his throbbing cock deeper into your velvet walls; desperate with the need to come, he clenched his jaw and started his onslaught. He wasn't done with you; not yet.

Pursuing fuller strokes, he looked down at your lower abdomen, waiting to see the bump of his tip on the outside of your precious, fertile, vacant womb.

Your jaw slacked from being stuffed full of his cock. A distorted whine clawed up your throat as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“Good girl, you’re takin’ my cock s’well.” He smirked, now looking back up at you, and driving his hips faster. Your heels dug into his shoulders, pussy clenching him like a vice.

“Please, Si.” You whispered, clinging onto his chest like you clung onto your destined euphoria.

“Please wha’?” He mocked, looking down at you condescendingly; mixing his strokes with either quick and short jabs, or long and heavy thrusts. Only because he wanted to be an asshole and make you choke on your words as you tried to answer him.

You tried to form sentences, you really did, but it only came out as incomprehensible garble.

Pulling yourself together, you forced out, “Please let me cum, Si.”

“It’s cute y’think y’had a choice.” He teased. His pelvis snapped up faster, turning the coil in your stomach faster in doing so.

"Please, Si. I-" You cut yourself by an annoyed whine; not wanting to hold on any longer, and release the overstimulation consuming your body, "-I can't anymore."

"S’okay." He mumbled, stroking a piece of hair out of your face, looking into your teary, glistening cockdrunk eyes. “Cum aroun’ my cock jus’ like that. I’ve got you.”

ex-husband?!Simon, who promises to pump your pussy full of his milky seed; fucking it inside your womb over, and over again, to ensure you’re round with all of his future kids.

please don’t be too harsh this is my first time writing smut which is why it took so long to post 😔

[nathscalet]

Another smut from my fanfic that will take forever to post

Minors do not interact please 🙏

Dracula x reader

Warning: Pnv, vaginal fingering, oral sex, creampie, female reader, submissive reader?, biting, drinking blood, small aftercare at the end.

Those who sat around Dracula could feel his possessive gaze on you, exuding an aura of danger. They didn't know if the anger was directed at them or at you. But his aura could certainly be felt from afar.

You didn't do a bourslesque show, which could made Dracula end up destroying the couch and consider kidnapping you from the stage.

Oh but you looked so sexy. Eternal even singing that lovely song. When you smiled at him, he felt his throat close, wanting nothing more than to join you on stage.

But there was no openings for him, you were the star of the show.

At the end of the night you drank more champagne, enjoying the frizzy taste. You went to say your goodbye to the king, but he, as a gentleman, and your friend, decided to accompany you home.

Walking you to your house, seeing how you walked bouncing through the light rain without worrying about getting wet and shaking the older man's hand. He was relieved that you accepted his company not wanting to let your vulnerable side exposed for the rest of those hungry wolfs at the club.

Dracula contemplated the cloudy night listening to you hum a song

Im singing in the rain 🎵 "

What a glorious feeling ...

Hum umm huh huh hum

He hated how your silliness affected him.

"Thank you for walking me home your majesty! The night was fun, you should go out more often." You were saying goodbye to the oldest tho he hadn't let go of your hand. Trapped in thought, wrestling with himself, wondering whether or not he should do this.

That feeling that he cautiously caged inside. Those shameful thoughts. And lonely longings of a grieving heart.

"Y/n... I... think... I like you." Dracula said, feeling his stomach fill with butterflies as he revealed his feelings. Feeling naked before you.

"Haha haha ​​Awww how cute! This is the first time you've told me that. My friendship efforts would bear fruit I knew that deep down inside you had a little heart" you couldn’t help but laugh, so out of character of him express his feelings specially towards you, a human girl, a daring woman that “corrupted” his son. ( you taught baby Alucard compassion)

"..." Dracula just squeezed your hand and looked at you like a puppy abandoned in the rain. And he moved closer to you "Y/n I like you a lot." Dracula tenderly brought his hand to your cheek.

"Ha... Wait- are you serious? like more than a friend?" Your heart dropped

"A thousand times more than a friend or student." The silence of the night allowed you to hear your fast heartbeat. How you felt your cheeks heat up

As the rain fell, drenching both of you, the clouds hid the moon, you looked into each other's eyes and slowly got closer.

Dracula slid his hand from her ribs to her waist, bringing her closer, close enough for their chests to touch and they felt each other's breath, and they both slowly got closer until they pressed their lips together.

The kiss had a strong taste of herbs and dry red wine, almost metallic.

The kiss was sweet, uncertain and curious. It started small to shy and progressed until they were both searching each other passionately, unbothered by the rain that was getting thicker by the moment.

You broke apart, panting, as you felt drops of water running down your skin.

"What are we?" You asked breathless

"Friends definitely don't kiss each other like that." Dracula pulled you into another kiss, a safer, more confident kiss.

Your heart racing as your bodies sought each other more fervently. The vampire picked you up and carried you without difficulty to your room, up the stairs of the inn to your room. They were both soaked leaving a trail of rain across the floor. Dracula kicked the door to your room, which he opened quickly and closed with his heel.

He laid you on the bed, placing light kisses on your face, tickling lightly with his mustache. The vampire's hands went up to the collar of his shirt, they had an atypical lightness, taking off his wet blouse and undoing the belt of his pants. Leaving you in just panties and bra.

That man's predatory gaze appeared, seeing your body, there was no denial, he was mesmerized, looking at your imprisoned breasts.

You wasted no time, pulling the vampire back into the kiss, pulling him by the neck. 

You could hear a continuous sound, coming from the someone, resembling a purr.

"How adorable Drac! I didn't know you could purr." He stopped, like a child caught in a cat's jump, before relaxing his body and giving in even more. "And you'll find out more about what I can do. If you're willing?" He placed their foreheads together, looking into her soul. "Do you want to move on (name)?"

A lump formed in your throat, not expecting that question. You were even shy to respond, nodding, as your tongue froze.

"Use your words, dear. Tell me how much you want my touch." Your body vibrated, you couldn't identify if it was from the cold or the heat of your belly. "Don't tell me I finally caught the cat’s tongue." He gave an even more dangerous smile than the one Astarion sent your way.

You snapped out of your trance "I prefer to use actions rather than words dear." You touched the volume between the vampire's legs

"Hmmm." Dracula ran the tips of his nails down your exposed back, causing goosebumps before unbuttoning the lock of the bra, throwing them on the corner of the room. "Aren't you a naughty one? But I won't touch you until I heard you said it, I want your full consent. For what I'm about to do will forever change our relationship."

It was strange. This whole development has happened before, so why did you feel butterflies in your stomach?

"I want you. I want this." You whispered in the vampire's ear

Your hands unbuttoned the dark-haired man's shirt, which revealed a carefully sculpted chest, the top garment falling, and the pants following shortly after.

Dracula's member was thick and long and with a low bush of hair followed by a happy trail.

Before entering into the main act of the night, Dracula didn't just want a simple night of pleasure, this was special.

Dracula gently slid his hand all over your body, feeling and appreciating you from head to toe. You felt a firm, cold and heavy hand squeeze your breasts while a tongue wet your neck making you let out a ticklish moan.

"Don't hold back your voice dear. I want to hear all your sounds until the end of the night"

Dracula held your hands above your head, leaving your neck exposed to his fangs.

Your neck and chest were attacked by a thirsty mouth, you felt Dracula's fangs passing dangerously close to your jugular.

"Allow me?" Do you trust the vampire enough to offer your neck? Do you trust that it won't transform you? A shot in the dark in this moment

You nodded. 

Dracula licked your shoulder, giving you goosebumps, before piercing your skin and sucking your blood. You could feel his body getting hot and limp, and his mind hazy. Your blood also made Dracula even harder, tasting that delicacy, his mind closing in a curtain of pleasure.

You tried to get out from under the brunette, but he blocked your hips with his thighs and applied more force to your arms.

Stopping drinking blood, he licked the wound, like a dog.

"Not so fast. You're too hurried , you're not even ready to receive me.  Let me prepare you."

Drac let go of her wrists and bent down for well, you know 👅👅😺

Dracula slid his tongue out and teased your hole, sliding up and down your folds before moving up, closing his mouth around your clit and ran his tongue along the bundle of nerves.  The sudden attention made you tremble even more with pleasure, your body feeling a current of shock run through it and your hips rotating, seeking more stimulation. 

He wanted to see how much you could take, so he began to suck slowly, drawing delicious moans.  Soon his pace began to accelerate, sucking harder.  You spat out muffled curses, covering your face with one of your arms, feeling the blood rush to your head.

"You taste really sweet." The pussy was like new. Pussy tight ! pussy clean! pussy fresh!

Before you could come, he slowed down.  His tongue now slowly circled the clit, teasing gently, giving you enough pleasure to torture you but not push you over the edge.  You let out a small cry of frustration as your back arched, desperate for a release.

Taking advantage of your restlessness, he snaked one of his arms around your thigh, pulling you up, pressing his face deeper, until your legs were wide apart, resting on his shoulder.

He pressed down feeling the walls of her vagina tightening around his tongue, tasting another one of those lovely nectars that women produce.  He moved his finger experimentally, pulling it out and pushing it back in, making you squirm as he slowly stretched you.

"ah! Drac! Faster!"

"Magic word?"

"Please!"

"Please what?"

"P-please, sir."

"Good girl."

Dracula pressed another finger into her, filling you even more and feeling her walls suffocate his fingers. Meanwhile, your was body on fire and skin tingling, yet everything was perfect. He was perfect.

Vlad was doing perfect, sucking and preparing you at a perfect pace. The orgasm started in the pit of your stomach and blossomed outward, clenching every muscle in your body as heat spread through you.  legs shook as he continued to fuck you with his fingers, enjoying your squirming

Dracula removed his wet fingers, admiring his work "Now you are ready to receive me." He licked his fingers clean, looking down at you.

This man would be insatiable. You concluded silently.

He closed the gap between both bodies, burying himself in your hot, wet pussy, going all the way in smoothly.  You groaned, finally feeling the inner emptiness being generously filled. Drac grabbed your shoulders, slipping his arms around your neck to pull you close.

He kissed your collarbone, tasting your sweat on your skin, feeling your pulse beneath your flesh. Your heart was beating like a drum, meaning he was doing a good job, his chest filled with pride knowing that he was the one giving him this pleasure, his heart then beat excitedly, the electrifying euphoria coursing through his body .

Dracula looked at yours expression, with some tears of pleasure, and mouth open, panting. The exact expression that intoxicated his dreams. One that he kept locked out of shame for his filthy thoughts, but now he had the pleasure of seeing it in person.

Legs wrapped around his waist, breasts bouncing, and that expression of ecstasy. His expression probably wasn't much different, He hadn't felt intimacy like this in so long, when was the last time he had held a woman so fervently? He was lost in ecstasy in her smell, her touch, her taste and muscles. They were so soft and at the same time hard under his hands, her muscular flesh, her pussy like warm velvet wrapped so tightly around him.

Your body was shaking, the carefully and paced movements with his hips weren't enough, Dracula was torturing you with this rhythm. Those pink eyes were twinkling with sadistic pleasure, but two can play. You slid your arms under your daddy's shoulders, letting out several moans in his ear, before biting his ear.

Vlad let out a hoarse moan, feeling goosebumps run through his cold body, he raised his head and looked into your eyes.  Your expression was one of lust, although the sparkle in your eyes was an emotion that no one dared to look at him, care. His eyes darkened, it was impossible to feel more desire than now, the brunette pressed his lips to yours in a frantic kiss, rocking his body inside you in long, desperate movements. 

Finally the pleasure arrived, you could feel each vein of the member pulsing inside you, crushed against the walls of your uterus.

The pleasure that grew was intense, viceral, it could almost burn him from the inside.  He coveted that feeling.  No one had made him feel this way in decades, since Lisa passing, maybe centuries, he’d never met a crazy lad like you before.  How long has it been since he unwind? How much self-control and restraint? How stressed this war made him? You were taking him so well, the perfect toy for reliving stress.

His balls contracted, an intense pressure building in the pit of his stomach that sent shivers down his spine.  He was so close, so close to release, so close to losing himself in this woman.  You felt a excruciating hug caging you as his thrusts became so desperate and sporadic. 

You pulled your lips away from his and let out a moan so filthy and low, warm breath hit his ear and he heard her.  That velvety, pleading voice... so he doesn't stop. How can he deny you if you ask like that?

Years of pent up lust and frustration released all at once came crashing inside you, his cock throbbing with load after load of hot semen inside your spasming walls.  When he came, he felt her legs tighten around his waist as he came, your orgasm adding intensity to his.  He didn't want to stop. Your walls milking him So heavenly, he beloved that was the closest he would get there.

He pulled out a little, letting the liquid drip out. Both of you were panting, the electrifying current still pulsing. Resting your legs on his shoulder, you looked at his disheveled hair, always so neat, now stick on his forehead and neck.

“Drac-“ bending you over. He pushed back in, his body hypersensitive after cumming, cried out in pleasure.

Once again the rhythm of a samba drum returned, this time much wetter, the air in the room was warm from this activity, the rain outside muffled your moans, while Drac held your leg, using it for support, then buried himself deeply, to discharge more cum, rutting into that mess he made inside.

You moaned in shock and the extra sensitivity. You couldn't believe how much there was.  Cum dripping from your pussy, staining the mattress.  He didn't want to stop filling her again and again. 

“Isn’t Thai what you wanted lad?” He whispered with that horsen voice “now you have all my undivided attention.” He trusted harder as he pronauced each phrase

“Drac” you whined feeling your strength leaving you

“So lovely. You’re just perfect. Taking me so well. How long have you thought about me filling you like this honey?”

“Drac!” You dragged your hands on his back

“Yes! Scratch me. Bite me. Moan for me love.” He held your cheeks as he kissed you in a final moment, reaching his own limit

He collapsed on top of you, breathing deeply and enjoying your touch. In his arms he realized he wouldn't let you go. You completed his broken existence. You had to stay with him.  You needed to stay. How long has it been since he felt alive?

You breathed in for a minute trying to assimilate what happened.  One of the most fulfilling sex you've ever had, you lost track of time, after a long time you were on the bottom of a relationship.

Drac turned around and put you on top of him after a few minutes of recovering. He guided his hips against your pelvis.

"Look into my eyes." Dracula commanded you to look into his eyes as you shared each other.

Dracula had a kinky, corruption fetish, he was euphoric seeing your expression when penetrated,that look of lust and surprise mixed with shame.

You let out weak moans as your bodies met.

"I can't do it anymore! Everything is shaking!" It’s was a mess your sex, his member making space spelling and pushing deeper his cum

"Do it honey, just a little longer! You're doing excellent!" Yours hip was left with marks from the brunette's claws. Dracula's chest was not intact either, looking like a crime scene.

Oh but he loved when you squished his pecs. Flustered, unable to control the pacing. Next time he’ll let you control the pace, use him to impale yourself.

You felt your eyes widen and your body fell forward as you felt him penetrating your cérvix.

“Ohh. Looks like I found it.”

You died in bed. Dracula laid there for a while, catching his breath, with you to laid on his chest.

You put your face on his shoulder, already making your way to the crib.

Dracula was stroking your hair and smelling you.

"I think someone needs a shower."

"Naaum! I'm tired, tomorrow I'll take. Let me sleep, you annoying parasite"

"Can you sleep with all your sweat and this coming off you?" Dracula pointed to the middle of your legs that was dripping with liquid.

"You know, I've slept with a gunshot wound to the rib and bleeding out."

Sigh. "Come, I'll carry you." You were taken like a plincesa to the bathroom

Dracula prepared the bathtub for you.

"What it was?"

"Nothing."

“You got something on your scheming mind. Tell me”

"I know. You're looking at me like a dog.?"

"Dog face? What's that face?"

"That face right there. Those low ears, those droopy eyes." You imitated the dog face for him studying his air cheeks

"Ahahahaha. I look like that, do I?" Dracula hugged you from behind.

"Yes. What are you thinking huh?"

"I was thinking about how I managed to be  with someone like you."

"Fufuf kinda late to regret it. I already took your body muhahaha. You're mine now." You let out Machiavellian laughs as you squeezed the sides of the king's face.

"None. I don't regret falling into that fearsome dragon's lair. She's actually quite cute." Drac said, looking at you with eyes so gentle and full of tenderness that you blushed and turned around, sinking deeper into the bathtub. Which made him laugh.

"Am I yours now? Isn't it the other way around? Since I'm the one who captured the dragon?" Dracula pressed you against his chest, kissing your shoulder

"You may have entered the dragon's nest but- you turned around- don't forget that it has sharp claws and teeth, made to devour you whole."- you pulled the brunette by the neck and gave the Vampire a hickey, pulling his hair of the same forcing him to look up and making a humm in his throat.

"How cruel. I thought the dragon lady was docile and silly."

"She is docile when offered offerings. What do you have to offer?"

"All I can offer the dragon lady is my body and soul."

"Then I'll take both."

"How greedy! What will be left for me if you take both?"

One last request. I can make your wish come true."

"Hmm. Then I want the dragon lady to give me her heart."

"Aren't you asking too high, mortal?"

"I wish for a trade." Drac took her hands and kissed the back of them "an exchange of heart."

"Damn you, what makes you think I would give my heart to you? What makes you worthy of such glory."

"I fell in love with the dragon. I am in love with your beauty and intellect, they are as precise as a painitis, as magnificent as the garden of Eden. I would trade my kingdom to be able to spend a night with you, so I could tell the demons that I was in the heavens without never having set foot there."

"Damn you and your lip service for Shakespearean romance!" You pushed your lover's face

"Miss Dragon would not be interested in this exchange."

"My heart for yours. A dragon for a dark being. The exchange seems irrational. Denied!"

"Then... I'll steal it." Drac pulled you into a fit of kisses and tickles.

"BURGLAR!" You applied foam to his mustache. "You won't steal my heart. It is pure and valuable."

"We both know your heart is greedy and relentless."

"Do you think you can satisfy him?"

"I'll do my best." Dracula sealed his lips on yours

After a long bath, you finally got the rest you wanted. Blacked out in bed. The king was at peace and your mind was racing, going over what had just happened. The seduction plan ended up happening by divine will.

[dudulolola]

a sequel right after the new year! (if we get enough likes and reposts:)).

Продолжение после нового года, если наберёте лайки и репосты, мои харошие💥

[kapusto]

Sorry for horny sketches...

[arsonlookers]

✧ MS. THERAPIST Yandere Childe! Idea ✧

Case No. 1 : Yan! Childe x Therapist Darling

slight suggestive please be warned.

Yandere Childe! who becomes obsessed in love with you because you are his therapist.

Yandere Childe! got sentenced to jail for the same actions of being a total creep and a yandere. sentenced for murder, stalking, attempting kidnapping, assault, stealing, and many more gruesome acts he did.

Yandere Childe! who was very stubborn and murderous after going to jail. yelling that he needs to protect Lumine [the victim of his Yandere acts] and lumine not even planning to time visiting him in jail [i mean who would?]

Yandere Childe! who stops eating and taking care of himself being dishearten by not seeing lumine for the past month and starts starving since then. losing the reasoning to keep living.

Yandere Childe! who meets reader [you] in his 2nd week of staying becomes his personal therapist since then.

Yandere Childe! tried to kill you because he dont want to see anybody except lumine.

Yandere Childe! Who nearly did murder you if not for your fast instinct and taekwondo training you got as a child, and knock him off the ground he was not able to get back up again.

Yandere Childe! becomes more interested in you after that incident keeps apologizing about what happened before and keeps asking you to fight him. To strangle him with your thigh again.

Yandere Childe! who keeps dreaming about the incident and just wants to be in that position again. in between your plush thigh. starts to be more and more interested in your life for some reason

Yandere Childe! who keeps checking you out every time you are there or its therapy session.

Yandere Childe! Who keeps asking you if you have a boyfriend or husband, if you do what they look like, what are their names, The more he is around you the more his questions become personal and creepy.

Yandere Childe! who for some reason starts to become healthy again, and starts to work out inside his jail. starts to show off his hard work abs and all, for some reason starts to become more and more touchy and just keeps asking you to be inside in a room again promising to not hurt you ever again.

Yandere Childe! who now shamelessly dirty talks to you and keeps talking about everything like I mean every thing in his life and how he was obsessed and why he did all of it.

Yandere Childe! who opens up everything where he hides the bodies how he disposes of them, his past trauma, how he got kidnapped, how he stalks and keeps a altar for lumine, E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G.

suggestive warning ahead!!!

Yandere Childe! who shamelessly starts thinking about you in sensual ways, like how he likes to feel your mouth and all around his body. and absolutely in his mouth.

yandere Childe! shamelessly masturbates in front of you or in his cell. like "ahhh~ uggg~ I ~ keep talking!- AHhhh~~mmmm~ your so cute~~ " behind his cell, he is doing all those unholy things

Yandere Childe! keeps asking you to either strip, about your underwear, join him, shamelessly dirty talks while he is pumping his member keeps his eyes on your body and never looks anywhere. just in you and in your eyes, he just keeps talking about "I want to fck you~ mminside that hole~ AHHHhhhh~mmmm~ look at me darling~ look at how you made me feel~ you are making me feel so~ so~ goooood~~ my cute~ sexy! therapist~~ "

Yandere Childe! Who knows that You can't just leave him and ask other therapists to be his doctor because he tells you how he will kill them even behind these bars. if he knows that you actually wanted to leave him [ oh honey he will kill even if it meant to also be the reason of his death]

Yandere Childe! begging for you to just stay with him, "I will be your good boy~ pleaseee~ agggh ~ ummpphh~ " while keeping his hands on his member

Yandere Childe! If you will truly leave him he will find ways to break out of these prison cells. and will search for you even if it means to go travel around the world to search for you.

Yandere Childe! who is rich by the way like he truly has the money. and actually bribes some of the guards in the prison without you knowing. just to keep an eye on you of course .

Yandere Childe! Who actually starts to call you pet names shamelessly like "darling" "baby" "slut" "savior" and many more all these other pet names of his are getting worst by the day.

Yandere Childe! who enjoys how you also slowly start to enjoy his company even if some of it is just absurb and questionable. He also enjoys how he somehow did get you to talk about your past a little bit.

Yandere Childe! who is in prison but actually got some information about you from the outside. he will not tell you that of course.

Yandere Childe! who now found an interesting and lovely woman to obsessed with, to love, to keep him forever and ever may she like it or not. Yandere Childe! who promises you that you will be stuck with him forever. Yandere Childe! who now found another will to live this life of his, found his true purpose, he who accepts that everything that is happening now is FATE that you two are FATED to be together.

Yandere Childe! who behind the cells can still do anything to his power to have you, to control you, to make you stay, to make you love him, your oh so LOVELY PATIENT.

"ms. therapist ~ I need your assistance!~ I feel so lonely would you care to join hmm~ to help me feel better~ help this lonely patient of yours~"

Yandere Childe! will love you forever .,.and actually has a shrine for you outside this prison in his house so yeahhh. hahahaha.

YANDERE CHILDE! who is MADLY in love with you .

so please take care of this sick patient of yours ok? ms. therapist~

✧ahhhh!! my first Yandere writing I never imagined I would write it I'm not really that confident about this one I'm trying something new other than angst so yeahh thank u for reading just a random idea really if there are any grammar mistakes sorry about it. it might be quite messy but I just want to share and had this idea of being his therapist and will be forever stuck being his therapist for life. hehe anyways bye~ - ars onlookers

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