#temperature penetrant testing

[p-met]

[rafesbimbo]

Hi my love, could you do a gynecologist!rafe but with sex toys??

warnings: pt.2, age gap, medical kink, doctor/patient power dynamic, vibrator use, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, orgasm control, creampie, praise + degradation, explicit language, breeding talk, not proofread!

pairing: gynecologist!rafe x reader

you don’t even ask why the room looks different today.

there’s no paper sheet this time, no stirrups either. just a soft leather bench—low, cushioned—and a warm towel already laid out for you to sit on.

rafe closes the door gently behind you, locks it, then turns.

“i’m trying a new setup,” he says casually, like it’s nothing. “just you and me. and a few pieces of equipment.”

you blink at the black cloth he’s unfolding. laid out inside: a sleek silver bullet vibrator, a thicker pink wand, a long toy that curves upward, and… a pair of wireless earbuds?

your mouth opens. “what’s that for?”

he smiles, calm and professional. “this is a focused stimulation protocol. we’ll be testing internal and external response patterns. i’ll be tracking your body’s reactions—tightness, temperature, muscle tension, vocalization. if you follow direction, we’ll finish with penetration.”

you swallow hard. “oh—okay.."

he helps you out of your clothes slowly. he deliberately folds them, setting them aside.

he has you lie back, legs open, hands relaxed at your sides.

“deep breath for me,” he says, voice low as he clicks the wand on. “and keep your eyes on me.”

the wand touches your clit and your hips jerk. it’s too much—you’re already sensitive from just being there, bare and watched under his gaze.

he hums in approval.

“good. you're very responsive. now don’t move.”

he keeps it there. doesn’t push, doesn’t thrust, just holds it steady while his other hand gently strokes your inner thigh. you’re panting, thighs already shaking. when you moan, he shushes you softly.

“quiet. you’ll distract the data.”

your orgasm hits like a wave—slow, rolling, overwhelming. you cry out without meaning to, clutching at the edge of the bench.

“mhm,” he says, making a little note in the tablet beside him. “that’s one.”

you barely recover before he’s sliding the curved toy inside you—warm, lube-slicked, angled perfectly—and turning that on too.

you feel it immediately, deep pressure that makes your toes curl.

rafe watches your face closely. “g-spot stimulation,” he murmurs. “let’s see if it triggers another release.”

you whimper, eyes glassy. “dr. cameron—feels so full—”

“you’re doing so well,” he murmurs, pressing the wand back to your clit at the same time. “just one more.”

you scream into your arm as you come again, harder this time.

wetter.

you don’t even realize you’re crying until his thumb wipes your cheek.

“beautiful baby. perfect reactions.” his voice is quieter now. “you’re ready.”

he sets the toys aside, wipes you down with something warm and gentle. then unbuckles his belt.

his cock is thick, flushed, leaking at the tip as he strokes it once.

“last part of the exam,” he says, voice rough.

“i need to feel you around me. just to confirm everything’s working the way it should.”

you nod, dazed. “yes… please. i want it.”

he sinks into you slow—slow enough to feel every inch.

you moan, eyes rolling back.

“fuck,” he groans. “tightest little cunt i’ve ever felt. all that prep and you’re still squeezing me."

you are, though. you’re so ready it hurts.

he moves with purpose. slow and deep, hitting the same spot the toy had touched. your whole body is electric—every nerve edge-sharp.

“you gonna come on my cock now?” he pants.

“gonna let me fuck another one out of you?”

you nod desperately, nails digging into the bench. “yes—yes, i’m coming—!”

he doesn’t stop. he fucks you through it, keeps going until your moans fall apart and your thighs shake uncontrollably.

“gonna fill this little pussy up,” he grits, breath stuttering. “need to see how your body reacts to cum. medical necessity, baby.”

you cry out as he finishes inside you, hips pressed deep, holding you full.

he stays there for a long moment. breathing with you. keeping you close.

“we’ll run a follow-up in seventy-two hours. i’ll want another sample then.”

[reasonsforhope]

"Morningside Park, a beloved neighborhood park in Miami with sweeping views of Biscayne Bay, will soon pilot an innovative approach to coastal resilience.

BIOCAP tiles, a 3D-printed modular system designed to support marine life and reduce wave impact along urban seawalls, will be installed on the existing seawall there in spring 2025. BIOCAP stands for Biodiversity Improvement by Optimizing Coastal Adaptation and Performance.

Developed by our team of architects and marine biologists at Florida International University, the uniquely textured prototype tiles are designed to test a new approach for helping cities such as Miami adapt to rising sea levels while simultaneously restoring ecological balance along their shorelines...

Ecological costs of traditional seawalls

Seawalls have long served as a primary defense against coastal erosion and storm surges. Typically constructed of concrete and ranging from 6 to 10 feet in height, they are built along shorelines to block waves from eroding the land and flooding nearby urban areas.

However, they often come at an ecological cost. Seawalls disrupt natural shoreline dynamics and can wipe out the complex habitat zones that marine life relies on.

Marine organisms are crucial in maintaining coastal water quality by filtering excess nutrients, pollutants and suspended particles. A single adult oyster can filter 20-50 gallons of water daily, removing nitrogen, phosphorus and solids that would otherwise fuel harmful algal blooms. These blooms deplete oxygen levels and damage marine ecosystems.

Filter-feeding organisms also reduce turbidity, which is the cloudiness of water caused by suspended sediment and particles. Less water turbidity means more light can penetrate, which benefits seagrasses that require sunlight for photosynthesis. These seagrasses convert carbon dioxide into oxygen and energy-rich sugars while providing essential food and habitat for diverse marine species.

Swirling shapes, shaded grooves

Unlike the flat, lifeless surfaces of typical concrete seawalls, each BIOCAP tile is designed with shaded grooves, crevices and small, water-holding pockets. These textured features mimic natural shoreline conditions and create tiny homes for barnacles, oysters, sponges and other marine organisms that filter and improve water quality.

The tile’s swirling surface patterns increase the overall surface area, offering more space for colonization. The shaded recesses are intended to help regulate temperature by providing cooler, more stable microenvironments. This thermal buffering can support marine life in the face of rising water temperatures and more frequent heat events driven by climate change.

Another potential benefit of the tiles is reducing the impact of waves.

When waves hit a natural shoreline, their energy is gradually absorbed by irregular surfaces, tide pools and vegetation. In contrast, when waves strike vertical concrete seawalls, the energy is reflected back into the water rather than absorbed. This wave reflection – the bouncing back of wave energy – can amplify wave action, increase erosion at the base of the wall and create more hazardous conditions during storms.

The textured surfaces of the BIOCAP tiles are designed to help diffuse wave energy by mimicking the natural dissipation found on undisturbed shorelines.

The design of BIOCAP takes cues from nature. The tile shapes are based on how water interacts with different surfaces at high tide and low tide. Concave tiles, which curve inward, and convex tiles, which curve outward, are installed at different levels along the seawall. The goal is to deflect waves away from the seawall, reduce direct impact and help minimize erosion and turbulence around the wall’s foundation.A

How we will measure success

After the BIOCAP tiles are installed, we plan to assess how the seawall redesign enhances biodiversity, improves water quality and reduces wave energy. This two-year pilot phase will help assess the long-term value of ecologically designed infrastructure.

To evaluate biodiversity, we will use underwater cameras to capture time-lapse imagery of the marine life that colonizes the tile surfaces. These observations will aid in documenting species diversity and habitat use over time...

In the coming year, we’ll be watching with hope as the new BIOCAP tiles begin to welcome marine life, offering a glimpse into how nature might reclaim and thrive along our urban shorelines.

[heetr]

at your service ── ( 희승 )

synopsis — heeseung being there at your lowest always has its perks. ── smut (m.), kinda angsty with some fluff, requested. afab stressed!reader x service dom!heeseung. wc: - 1.6k !

warnings — pet names: pretty, masturbation (f. rec), bathtub sex, unprotected sex (do be silly, wrap his willy), established relationship, non idol!heeseung just wants to take care of you, there is a bit of crying or mentions of it, p in v penetration, semi-overstimulation, implied aftercare, breedingbreedingbreeding.

heeseung knew something was wrong, the tension in the air. how when he walked through the door there was no music, no humming, not even the little comments you’d make to yourself about forgetting something. you looked dull, tired, stressed—like you were running off a cup of tea and a dream.

he sat the keys on the counter and walked over to you, “pretty?” he crouched down next to you. his voice, laced with concern as he felt if he spoke any louder it would send you down a rabbit hole. “how long have you been working?” he’d been working all day—when he left this morning you were opening your laptop to study for a little bit.

but you didn’t say anything, not a peep—not even sparing him a glance. just a small shrug, stress was lingering on your brain, and work work work was all you could think about. “pretty.” he sighed, looking over to save your work and close the laptop—in which you let him. “you shouldn’t work like this..”

“i know, i’m just so behind on everything. this stuff is so hard..” you finally spoke, hands flying to cover your eyes before the tears dropped. heeseung hated to watch you cry—“i know should’ve told you, but you have your work and schooling to do and i didn’t want to interfere.. and-.”

heeseung shakes his head, only pulling you into his embrace, and rubbing your back. he understood it, it was hard and with the career path you’d chosen you’d be lucky to make it out alive. the way he held you made you feel so light—like you could drop all the weight on him for a minute and stop stressing..

“come with me,” he stood up, tugging your hand gently to walk you towards the bathroom. “let me take care of you.” he ran a bath for you, adding the bath salts and lavender to calm your body—you were tense and you probably just needed a pick me up—or a drink. heeseung tested the bath temperature and turned to you once more.

“arms up,” he gestures, taking your shirt off and tossing it aside. heeseung hands caressed your sides, sending shivers down your spine. small kisses he left, lingering on your shoulder and your chest before he moved behind you. “you’re doing the best you can, don’t overwork yourself. give yourself grace—give yourself the lead-way.”

heeseung never leaves your side, not if he could help it—so him coming home and seeing you this way broke him. the feeling of your bra unclamping, sliding down your arms—another wave of tingles shooting across your skin. “so just relax for me, let me do all the work. and, whatever you want—you can have.”

heeseung undressed you, guiding you into the warm bath and, even went as far as lighting candles for you. “will you join me?” you asked him, looking at him with those soft set of eyes you had. how could he say no to that? “please?” with the water warming your body, heeseung quickly slid in behind you.

his arms curling around your waist like an instinct and the sound of water shifting and settling surrounding you two. your head leaned back against his shoulder, sighing gently. truth be told the only thing that would distract you is your boyfriend, you needed it. with the stress you’d been feeling—you haven’t had the opportunity to indulge or be with him at all.

“seung…”

his ears perked, placing a kiss on your forehead as he gave you his attention, your hand took his, rubbing it gently and slowly moving it between your legs. “i’m sorry for the past few days—ignoring you and denying you. i could make it up to you.” heat puddled in your stomach as you slowly spread your legs. “i just really need a distraction. and you’re the only person who can take my mind off of things.”

heeseung rubbed your thigh, "you're so tense," his lips brushed against the shell of your ear. lips moving to caress your neck softly. his fingers knead into your muscles with care, but they drift lower with each pass, teasing touches that start to stir heat beneath your skin. he slides his hands up your inner thighs, spreading them ever so slightly, and the movement is slow enough that your breath catches.

one hand slips between your legs, fingers parting your folds under the water. the first touch is featherlight, just enough to draw a quiet gasp from you. he holds you tighter with his free arm as his fingers begin to move—slow circles that build heat in your core, easing the tension into something else entirely.

"that's it pretty," he whispers against your skin, "you can relax, let me take care of it all." his voice was milky, laced with intent for pleasure, nothing more than that. it was overwhelming but in the best way. the gasps, and small sounds you released as his finger caressed your sensitive bud. this was a feeling you missed for sure. "look at you, all soft and relaxed for me. this feels good doesn't it pretty?"

heeseung was enjoying this just as much as you were, he was big on making you feel great before he could feel good himself. "you're doing so well for me, you want more?" you could only moan in response. eyes fluttering shut and imagining the scene taking place moments before it would. "open your eyes, and use your words pretty. want me inside of you."

his cock was hard against your back, twitching for attention. he would probably cum without you even touching him. your voice was enough. his fingers lapping up your bundle of nerves. he never failed to make you fold. he would go slow, then fast-slow again. it killed you every time you found a rhythm and he'd change it.

your stomach felt like a bottomless pit, the burning sensation inside of it, the gut-wrenching feeling of your holes clenching around nothing. heeseung teasingly played with your cunt, even though you were the one who started it. "yes," you replied, finally looking at him. heeseung wasted no time. turning you around so you're straddling his lap. careful not to spill the water out of the tub.

he lines himself up with you, stroking himself a few times before sinking you onto him. and it felt like the cloudy and foggy days cleared. his head leaning back with a guttural moan followed by "holy fuck, so perfect.." leaving his lips, that milky voice you adored so much. encouraged you. your hands rest on his chest as he pushes completely into you.

your moans as you clung to him, his strong arms easily raising your body up and down, to match his flow. they gripped you firmly, sure to leave marks. his movements pull desperate sounds from your mouth, only getting louder by the second. every thrust is deliberate and the intentions were pure.

heeseung looked at you, dead in the eyes, like you were the only thing that ever existed. he showed love, mixed with lust, and you believed everything he did was for the sole purpose of making you happy. even if that meant breaking you down in the bathtub.

his hips rock with more urgency, the mix of vocals leaving both of your mouths showed that you were getting to your limits, "right there.." you leaned in, wrapping your arms around his neck. you mouth next to his ear and those beautiful lyrics of 'mm's and 'ahh's. the curses of 'fuck' and the strung-out moans of 'yes's and 'please's for more. and not to forget the grip you both had on each other. holding your bodies so tight, you think one might try to run.

well, heeseung studied your body, he knew you would run when it got too much. thats why his hold was firm. the moment he felt your legs quiver, he knew he had you. "cum for me pretty. just let it go, i've got you.." when you do, the knot in your stomach finally comes undone, the fuzz in your brain taking over your body.

he held you through it, still rocking his body up into you. hips following yours up as you tried to pry off of him. he kissed your skin softly, with deep and gutted breaths and he neared his end next, “don’t run baby.. just let me fill you up.” he moaned, nails slightly digging into your skin.

your body trembled in his hold, muscles worn and sensitive, but his voice—low and breathless, wrapped around you like velvet—kept you tethered to him. every time you tried to lift yourself off, his hips followed, chasing the heat, keeping you right where he needed you.“h-heeseung…” you whined, your voice barely a whisper, soaked in the overwhelm of it all. “too much…”

“i know, baby. i know it’s a lot,” he murmured, one hand smoothing down your spine while the other held your hips steady. “you’re doing so good for me. so good…” his words made your walls flutter around him, and he groaned—deep and broken like it knocked the air right out of his lungs. his high slapped him in the face—hit him like a truck. shooting his load into you and filling you up to the brim.

and you stay like that, wrapped around each other, breath mingling in the steam. “feeling better?” he asks after a long moment, brushing sweat off of your face. your breathless nods told him everything, making a chuckle leave his throat. you sat there for a few more minutes before he started a shower for the two of you.

“you’ll get some good rest tonight,

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[cupidsworstcrime]

Kyle x f!reader x Price

inspo - @goatgoesmbe

smut below the cut

contains anal , double penetration

The storm had ripped through faster than expected. You’d barely made it to the safehouse—snow crusted on your lashes, clothes soaked through, your body shaking from the cold that seeped into your bones. The power was out, no heating, and only a few dry blankets in the supply cache.

You’d barely stepped through the door when Soap, rubbing his hands together, turned to you with that signature grin, cheeks red from windburn.

“Well, technically speakin’, body heat's the fastest way to combat hypothermia. Skin to skin contact—preserving core temperature through mutual thermal exchange.”

You stared at him.

“…Did you Google that before the op?”

“Nah, just read the survival manual. I’m very educated.” He started unzipping his jacket. “C’mon, lass. For science.”

Ghost, already moving to peel his own shirt off, didn’t say a word. Just looked at you through narrowed eyes and gave a solemn nod. Like this was a battlefield decision. Like naked cuddling was the mission now.

Before Johnny could say another word, Gaz stepped between you and the two shirtless idiots.

“Alright. That’s enough,” he scolded, waving an arm toward the hallway. “Don’t listen to these perverts. Come on, we’ll get you warmed up the normal way. With blankets. And dignity.”

He ushered you toward the back room, closing the door behind you.

But then, to your surprise, he sat on the bed and started stripping off his jacket too.

“…Kyle?”

He sighed, cheeks slightly pink.

“Look, Soap’s an idiot, but he’s not wrong. I’m not letting them get their hands on you. If anyone’s doing naked cuddles tonight, it’s gonna be me.”

You barely had time to register that before the door creaked open again.

Price, calm as ever, stepped into the room, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

He didn’t say anything. Just raised an eyebrow, looked from Gaz to you, then to the pile of blankets.

“You’ll catch your death in this cold,” he said, peeling off his gloves. “Might as well make the best of the body heat.”

Gaz stared at him.

“Sir?”

Price pulled off his coat.

“Didn’t say I liked the idea. Just think it’s practical.”

A pause.

“…Shift over.”

You’re in the middle—Gaz on one side, Price behind you. The storm still howling outside, but in the bed it’s sweltering, every inch of you surrounded by muscle and warmth. The initial awkwardness fades with the cold, and pretty soon your body starts to relax… and notice.

Gaz’s hand is the first to move. Just a subtle shift. His fingers graze the curve of your waist, like he’s adjusting his grip—but then he doesn’t stop. He strokes lower, fingertips skating across your stomach, slow and deliberate.

“You alright?” he murmurs, voice low against your neck. He knows exactly what he’s doing. There’s a little smile in his tone.

Behind you, Price must’ve felt the way you tensed—because suddenly his hand is there too. Big, warm, steady, splaying across your hip.

“…You're shivering again,” he says, not quite teasing, not quite serious. His palm glides slowly down the swell of your thigh, thumb brushing bare skin.

The tension under the blanket shifts, thickens, burns.

“Kyle…” you breathe, barely above a whisper.

“Keeping you warm, love,” Gaz says, nosing behind your ear. “Can’t have you freezing to death.”

Price hums quietly behind you, lips brushing your shoulder. “Could’ve sworn tha' was the mission. Gotta make sure you stay hot.”

Hands now—both sets—are exploring. Gentle but growing bolder. Fingers tracing the dip of your spine, the curve of your ass. Gaz slides his hand up to cup your chest, thumb flicking lazily as he watches your face. Price’s hand ventures lower, between your thighs, parting them just a bit. Testing how wet the heat has made you.

And when they realize just how warm you’ve gotten, Gaz lets out a low, wicked laugh.

“Fuck… See... Told you this would work..."

You’re already breathing harder, your body betraying you with every slow glide of their hands, every teasing stroke. But then Price leans in, lips brushing the back of your neck—soft at first, barely there. Then firmer, more possessive. His beard scratches faintly against your skin as he moves lower, just to the base of your neck.

The second his mouth finds that tender spot—warm and wet and intentional—you shudder hard, a helpless tremble that rolls down your spine.

That’s all Gaz needs.

His hand slides up, tilting your face toward him, and then he kisses you. Not gentle, not testing. No, Kyle kisses you like he’s been holding back the whole mission. His mouth is hungry—hot, slick, tongue sliding into yours as he catches your gasp, swallowing it down like a man starved.

Price doesn’t stop either. His hands roam freely now, gripping your hip as he presses his chest flush against your back, his cock hard and hot against you. His other hand slips around to palm your chest, fingers rubbing slow, lazy circles around your nipple while his mouth keeps branding your skin with every kiss.

You’re pinned between them, bodies grinding into yours, hands everywhere, mouth claimed by Kyle, neck claimed by Price. The cold is a distant memory now—you’re on fire.

Kyle pulls back just slightly, lips red and breath heavy.

“Fuckin’ love when you get all needy like that,” he mutters, voice ragged. “You want more, sweetheart?”

Behind you, Price lets out a low growl of agreement, hand sliding lower again, dangerously close to slipping between your thighs.

“Tell us, love,” he murmurs against your skin. “We’ll take care of you. Just say the word.”

You barely get the words out—just a breathless little "please”—before they pounce.

Price growls low, deep in his chest, and his hand finally slips down to cup your soaked heat. “There’s my good girl,” he rumbles, voice pure gravel, thick with need. “Soaked through just from a few kisses… You need to be fucked, don’t you?”

Right into Gaz, who grabs your thigh and throws it over his hip, opening you up more, pulling you flush against him. “That’s it,” he mutters darkly, pupils blown wide. “Knew you’d be fuckin’ filthy under all that kevlar.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. His fingers slide through your folds, slick and shameless, circling your clit with slow, cruel precision. You gasp—your hips jerk forward—

His mouth crashes into yours again, biting your lower lip, tongue fucking into your mouth just as Price slides a finger inside you from behind. Then another. You’re moaning into Kyle’s mouth, hips rocking helplessly between the two of them, gasping when Price curls his fingers just right.

“You hear that?” Price murmurs into your neck, fucking you slow and deep with his fingers. “That wet little sound your cunt makes when I touch it? She’s crying for cock.”

Kyle's already rutting against you, teeth dragging down your jaw. “Think she can take both of us?” he pants, hand sliding down between your bodies. “Wanna see her fall apart… see who she begs for first.”

Price chuckles low. “Why choose?”

They shift you easily—Gaz rolls onto his back and pulls you on top of him, slotting his cock between your thighs while Price presses behind you, lining up. You’re shaking, breath caught in your throat as you realize what they’re about to do.

“Hold on tight, sweetheart,” Gaz whispers, fingers digging into your hips. “We’re gonna break you.”

You’re trembling between them, thighs shaking as they guide you into position—Gaz beneath you, thick cock rubbing against your soaked entrance, and Price behind you, large hands spreading your ass, his cock heavy and hot against your rim.

Your breath stutters in your chest.

“You’re gonna take us both, sweetheart,” Gaz mutters, voice ragged with anticipation, one hand gripping your hip while the other strokes himself, smearing your slick along his shaft. “Gonna let us ruin this pretty cunt and tight little ass.”

Price chuckles low, breath warm against your shoulder. “You’re ready for it. Been fuckin’ dripping since I touched you. So greedy.”

He pushes a slick finger in first—slow, testing—and your whole body jerks forward into Gaz with a gasp. It’s new, a stretch that burns just slightly, but he’s careful, patient. One finger becomes two, scissoring gently as he lets you adjust, whispering soft filth against your neck.

And then—they move.

Gaz sinks into your pussy first, inch by inch, your walls stretching around him, hugging him tight. You clutch his shoulders, burying your face in his neck as he groans, “Fucking hell, baby—you’re clamping down on me—like this cunt’s never been touched before.”

Behind you, Price lines himself up to your ass, cock already slick from your own arousal. You’re whining now, overwhelmed—but wanting. You want it.

“Relax, love,” he murmurs, kissing your spine. “Let me in.”

And then you feel him push.

The stretch is intense. Full. Slow and demanding. Your body trembling with every inch he sinks into your ass, gasping at how tightly you’re being filled—every hole stuffed, every breath caught on the verge of breaking.

When they’re both inside—deep—you’re suspended between them, utterly impaled, legs quaking.

“Jesus fuckin’ Christ,” Kyle hisses, face flushed, watching your expression twist between pain and pleasure. “You feel that, baby? Feel us both inside you?”

You can’t speak—just nod, a choked moan falling from your lips.

And then they start moving.

Not gentle anymore—fucking you in tandem, a rhythm designed to obliterate. Price rocks forward when Gaz pulls back, then Gaz snaps up into you when Price withdraws. Perfect timing. You’re used, wrecked, stretched impossibly wide and loving every second.

Their grunts, growls, and filthy praise blur together:

“Taking us so well…”

“Like this hole was made for my cock…”

“Look at you—pretty little thing..."

"Fuckin’ drooling, baby, you love being ruined like this, huh?”

You’re a limp, quaking mess—crying out with every thrust, your mind blank, pleasure overwhelming. Your body clenches around them both, and when you come, it’s violent—your orgasm slamming through you, tears streaking your cheeks as your pussy spasms and your ass grips tight around Price.

They don’t stop. They chase their highs through your body—brutal and possessive until they both come, Price groaning as he fills your ass, Gaz cursing your name as he spills inside your soaked cunt.

They collapse against you, cocks still deep, breathing hard.

You’re shaking. Leaking. Ruined.

And all they do is hold you close, kiss your shoulders, whisper how fucking perfect you are.

You don't even remember the feeling of the cold anymore.

mbe say the word and i will stop, pinky promise. i just love your brain... such yummy yummy ideas you have

also si and johnny are totally naked cuddling in the living room, they don't even care you aren't there

[bennysblabbering]

Bonding with the King

Kinktober: "Double Penetration" || Ryomen Sukuna x reader

contents: heian Sukuna, curseuser!reader, vaginal & anal fingering, vaginal & anal penetration, multiple cocks, large insertion, creampie, excessive cum, slight cum inflation

words: 3k

g/n afab reader

↓ Fic below the cut ↓

The great King of Curses sits atop a lavish and elegant altar, his enormous figure sitting leisurely on one leg and elbow and looking as intimidating as ever. The raised floor was adorned with a soft cotton mat and decorated with a number of gold and red pillows, a scarlet satin sheet lazily draped over his thighs. Upon your entrance into the extravagant room, he beckons you over with one hand, his expression remaining flat. The deep tone of his voice fills the space despite the distance between you.

“Come.”

You nod and bow, slowly making your way to him- the subject of everything you fight for and devote yourself to. You’d never interacted one on one, but you made the choice of your path in life; that being a curse user, making it your life goal to see a world of anarchy ruled by the Disgraced One himself. Standing before him, you choose to look at your feet instead of the man in front of you- testing Ryomen Sukuna was not on your list of things you’d like to try. He huffs, amused at your behavior. Normally, and especially during battle, you were much more assertive and loud-mouthed; the person he saw before him was not the usual one he was used to. 

“Look at me, Y/N.”

Your face raises to observe the face of the monarch. You’d seen your superior many times before, but not this close. He was absolutely breathtaking. Your eyes drink in his appearance; rose-colored locks, four intense ruby eyes, a wide and masculine figure with four muscular arms, and his entire body adorned in intricate black rings and lines that added to his beauty in the way that spices enhance the flavor of a meal. 

The sheet is lifted by a large arm as he smiles, his eyelids lowering flirtily. “Join me.” 

As the lower half of his body is revealed, you take notice of the two distinct bulges protruding from his pants in the spot between his legs. Two…..two.

You gulp and nod, feeling your body weaken at the sight. You were unsure why he’d called for you, but it seemed like he may have had some erotic plans in mind. You hadn’t particularly noticed him taking any interest in you before, but perhaps he had been hiding it well or you had been too oblivious. Or maybe you’re overthinking it.

Sneaking yourself meekly under the blanket, you lay next to him. Your arms and legs tense anxiously as you tenderly place your palms against his chest, almost scared to touch him, as if he were made of eggshells. The warmth radiating off of his body had a simultaneously comforting and arousing affect, making both the inside and outside of your body increase in temperature. His chest was impressive in size, and softer than you’d imagined. You didn’t even realize you’d been squeezing a little until he chuckles. “Enjoying yourself?”

You respond with a soft yelp. His muscles were so plush and warm under your touch, and you can’t believe you let yourself get lost in that feeling. You internally curse at yourself for your lack of awareness as you draw your hands away, clutching them close to your body. “I-I’m sorry, Sukuna-sama. I didn’t realize I’d gotten a bit carried away.” 

“It’s quite alright, Y/N. If I didn’t want you touching me, I wouldn’t have brought you here.” His eyes narrow, looking at you hungrily as two of his hands reach for yours and bring them back to where they used to be. A light blush creeps onto your cheeks as they feel the flesh of the other under their touch once more. 

Now a bit more settled in and comfortable, you sigh and slowly start to release the anxious tension in your body. Being in the presence of a man so much larger, warmer, and stronger  than you was not only oddly comforting, but…it made you crave him. His attention, his touch, his….

Your lower leg brushes against the hard protrusions you’d noticed before, and you quickly remove your limb, mortified, yet incredibly aroused at the sheer size of them. They had to be at least 9 inches if you had to estimate. You hear him hum, and you look back up into his intense eyes as he smirks. 

“I enjoy your company, Y/N. I’ve been wanting to spend more time with you for a while.”

Moving a hand down to your waist, he starts to stroke up and down your body, ghosting over your chest and back down your side, giving your ass a squeeze. “I’m going to be transparent with you, Y/N. I desire you carnally. I’d like to take you right here and now.”

You chew on your bottom lip as your eye contact fails to waver, your heart and body leaping at the thought of being fucked by the king of curses…especially if he really does have two. You nod with a shaky exhale, feeling complete and utter exhilaration. “Y-yes sir. Anything for you.”

The giant man growls in satisfaction, content with your answer. He moves in to place his flushed lips on yours, your faces meeting sensually in a way you’d only ever fantasized about until this moment. His large fingers sneak under your robe, finding their way to your clothed cunt, and you whimper into his mouth as you instinctually buck your hips into his touch. Even his fingers were huge, probably ⅔ of the size of a standard cock; you knew you’d have to start with those and work your way up if you wanted to take him properly. 

You mumble against his lips, your speech coming out shaky and whiny. “W-would you like me to take my clothes off, sir?”

He pulls back just slightly, your faces only millimeters apart as a malicious grin spreads across his face. Your heart skips a beat, a wave of fear and arousal instilled into your core from his intense expression. 

“No need.”

He immediately rolls you onto your back, using the upper two hands to pin your wrists above your head while the lower two effortlessly rip the fabric off of your body. The layers are removed from you without mercy; as to be expected from such a powerful entity, he takes what he wants when he wants it, and will stop at nothing to obtain what he desires. In this case, what he desires is you. 

You gasp as the cool air hits your exposed skin, your entire naked body now presented to the man above you. A low rumble escapes his throat as he shamelessly takes in your figure with his eyes, feeling his cocks twitch at the sight of the subordinate he’s craved for so long finally disrobed before him. The way you were displayed was tantalizing like a well-prepared cut of meat, and he planned to indulge himself just as he would when satiating his gargantuan appetite. 

“My, my, what a sight to behold.” He takes one hand off of one of your wrists, using the other hand to hold them together in one. The fact that both of your wrists could be held together by one huge hand of his made your core clench in excitement. Using his lower two hands, he spreads your thighs apart, the one free hand exploring your body by palming your chest and torso, pinching a nipple and smirking in satisfaction when you yelp. 

Sukuna uses a single fingertip to swipe up and down your folds, humming as he finds how wet you already are so pleasing. You gasp softly at the touch, your back arching off of the mattress from the exhilaration of his touch.

“How eager. Adorable.” 

He strokes your pussy a few more times, gathering slick on his finger before he inserts it into your entrance. You gasp dramatically from the satisfying stretch from his digit and moan as he slides it in all the way to the knuckle. Ever so slowly he slips it in and out of you, twisting his finger just slightly and curling inward on each thrust. You cry out in pleasure as he repeatedly hits that spongy sweet spot, making you dizzy. “Ohhhh my god, Sukuna-sama…you feel so good…”

“Oh, you think that feels good? Just you wait, it’ll only get better from here.”

He pulls his wet finger out of your pussy with a soft ‘pop’, pressing the generously lubricated digit against the hole below while looking up at you to test your reaction. You let out a whimper, nervous at the new sensation- you’d never had anything inside your ass before, and had no clue what it would feel like. You gulp and nod, trusting him with the new experience. 

He starts to push in and it burns, but you can’t deny it feels incredible. It was completely unlike anything you’d experienced before, and it made you all the more excited to feel what would inevitably be coming next. You squeeze your eyes shut and wince, taking in a breath with a hiss as he starts to push deeper, inch by inch, until his entire finger is nestled inside of you. “Fuck…”

He lets out a low chuckle, resting his thick digit for a moment to let your hole accommodate. Letting go of your wrists with his other hand, he drags the fingertips down your torso before rubbing your clit with a thumb and inserting the middle finger into your neglected pussy. Your whole body writhes in pleasure as all of your sensitive spots are being paid attention to by his skillful hands. You squeeze and rub at your own nipples, adding to the stimulation, and your mind starts to slip into an aroused haze as he starts up a quicker pace with both fingers. 

“How do my fingers feel? This is only a fraction of what’s to come. I want to prepare you properly for penetration.”

Your jaw hangs open as whine after whine escapes your throat. Struggling to find words, your response comes out weak and stuttered.

“Feels…so g-good...Su…Suk-kuna-sama. I’m…r-ready…for more…p-please…”

A low groan rumbles from the large man. “I was going to add a second finger to each hole, but since you sound so eager, you’re really making me aroused. And now I can’t wait any longer.” 

He pulls his fingers away and sits back onto his knees, pushing the waistband of his pants down. What’s revealed is exactly what you’d predicted- two absolutely gigantic erections, thicker and longer than any cock you’d ever seen. They each had a ring marking about 4 inches from the base, and were visibly throbbing from his pulse, twitching with each heartbeat. He had one set of balls, though they were just as gigantic in size to match; about as large as one would expect for a body part responsible to create enough testosterone for 3 men.  You want to look him in the eyes to see what his expression looks like, but you can’t pry your gaze away from his perfect and rock hard pair of manhoods. 

Pinning you down by the shoulders this time, he lays on top of you. You didn’t need to look far to see his expression this time- your faces were almost touching, his carmine gaze locking with yours, a pure horniness emanating from the aura. The King of Curses was starving to satiate his cocks, and you were going to be his victim of choice. He presses his lips to yours once again, roughly shoving his tongue into your mouth. You meekly whimper, muffled by the connected orifices, as your faces meet and saliva messily spreads across the bottom half of your face. 

He pulls away from the kiss and sits up slightly to look down and line one cock up with each hole- the top one in your cunt and the bottom one in your ass. With a possessive growl, he holds your hips and pushes in slowly as your eyes widen and jaw opens as far as it can go. In this moment, you could have sworn your eyes would pop out of their sockets. As huge as his cocks looked, they felt even bigger. You were almost literally being split open as both of your holes were stretched further than they ever had been. 

Sukuna gently presses a warm hand to the center of your chest, helping to relax your body and feel more comfortable under his touch. Two other hands massage your shoulders. “Breathe, Y/N. If you tense, it’s only going to hurt more. Undo the tension in your body and the penetration will be much easier.”

You close your eyes and nod, taking a deep breath and trying your best to let go of the tightness in your spine as he slips in a few inches more. The pain of the stretch was starting to subside, turning into pleasure as you let out a soft sigh. He clearly wasn’t as far as he could go yet, but you already were enjoying being fuller than any man had ever made you feel before. 

The huge man leans forward and on top of you- the sheer size of his hips between your legs making them spread wide open; as your bodies become parallel, your ankles are in the air, your body completely helpless underneath the giant. He finally settles in with one last push, now inside you as far as possible. He was at least up to your belly button, if not a bit more. A long, satisfied groan leaves his lips. “Do you feel good being stuffed by my cocks? You like being stretched and filled just right by the one you serve?” 

You can only nod in response- any sense of coherent thought left your body as soon as you felt him inside you. You can still feel his pulse throbbing in his members even when inside you, and the feeling of it makes you whine. Feeling so small underneath him and completely as his mercy felt exhilaratingly thrilling, as if you were his toy made to satiate his needs. 

Growing impatient, he starts to thrust, much quicker than you’d anticipated for him to start at. The unexpected intensity filled you with pure pleasure, rolling your eyes back so far it hurt as you desperately wrap your arms around his neck and claw at his muscular back. In and out his thick cocks mercilessly bullied your insides, claiming you as his own as you could only lay on your back and helplessly take it. 

Tiny, high-pitched whimpers were all your body could manage for vocalizations, feeling such incredible bliss your mind was completely blank. Your pussy had never experienced sex like this before, and your ass had never experienced attention or penetration of any kind previous to this. Your mind and body were lost in the new sensations, completely overtaken by felicity as Sukuna’s lengths pounded into you with a vigor only known to him. 

“You are mine Y/N, understand? From today onward, I will be the only man to bed you. Your holes are for my cocks and my cocks only.”

The large tongue on his abdomen protrudes from its lips, bending downward to flick against your clit as he continues to mercilessly rail into you. You cry out with a loud moan, the obscene sound filling not only the room, but would be sure to pass through the walls and let everyone in the building know what you two were up to. You look down at where your bodies were connected, not only noticing the oral muscle, but your stomach was bulging from the pure size of Sukuna’s cocks. Up and down the flesh of your stomach moved, in tandem with his thrusts. 

“Y…yes, s-sir…o-only….you…”

His stomach tongue presses and flicks against your bud harder, and your climax hits you quickly, crashing over you with a violent wave as your body tenses from the white hot euphoria. Your fingers dig into the skin of his back, which would have drawn blood had it been a normal man you were with. He continues to pound into you, fucking you through your intense orgasm as it overtakes your body. 

As you slowly start to come down, his own hips stutter and he groans, pressing into you as hard as he can as he fills you with his release. His hands grip onto your hips for dear life, his fingers digging into your soft flesh, sure to bruise. The sheer volume of his load is several times that of an average one as he spills his seed into your holes over and over. The hot fluid begins to drip out of you and yet his climax is still going strong, making the bulge in your stomach slightly larger from the voluminous amount of cum. 

“Mine….mine….you’re mine…”

After an unexpectedly long amount of time, he finally comes down from his own high. His hands remain on your hips but release the aggressive claw-like hold as he starts to catch his breath and grins. He slowly pulls his softening cocks out of you, some of his excessive release leaking from your abused holes in a sticky, warm mess as it mixes with your own fluid. 

He moves to lay down next to you, wrapping his arms around you as you can feel your eyelids drooping from exhaustion. He looks down to see your sleepy face, chuckling as he strokes your thigh.

“That was very satisfying, Y/N. I enjoyed that quite a bit. Get as much sleep as you’d like. I will have Uraume fetch you some new clothes and a cup of tea.”

You nod and hum contentedly, snuggling up to his warm chest and sighing. You’d never felt this satisfied before, and you could only think about what it’ll feel like again. Having sex with the man you idolized was going to get used to, but you looked forward to the next time. There was certainly much more with him that you could explore together. 

For now, you would get some much-needed sleep.

[midnight-wood]

PLEASE

here goes nothing - minors/ageless blogs DNI. you will be blocked

zayne x reader (if you wanna be MC, be MC)

wc: 2k (just a quick drabble, im a filthy liar)

AO3

warnings: fem!reader, fingering, nipple play, penetrative (p in v) sex (be smarter than me and my tho(ugh)ts, use protection), ovulation, breeding kink, pet names (love, momma), established relationship, lmk if I missed something but I tried

BIG IMPORTANT EDIT: I will be posting this in a new post to my LADS blog @/li-qin-xia-shen-qi. No need to report for plagiarism, it’s just me.

swollen.

tender.

hot.

you woke up feeling swollen and uncomfortable, a little too warm for your liking too.

you knew it was on the way. you counted your days, took your tests, hell, you even kept track of your internal temperature at night. this day was known. didn’t make it any easier, though.

one outstretched hand made contact with your lover’s chest and that was enough for you to drag yourself over to him and make this his problem.

you hauled yourself onto zayne’s chest and immediately nuzzled into the crook of his neck, enjoying the coolness of his skin against yours. thank goodness he ran a little warm and usually slept only half covered.

“where does it hurt?” he managed to rasp out, arms circling around your figure, hands moving with practiced ease, waiting for a pain response.

you placed a few kisses down his collarbone, chaste for now, but the slightest hint of teeth at the base of his throat told him what was wrong.

“oh” even half a sleep his clinician’s mind was working, doing the math, checking his mental notes about you. “let me help you, love”

zayne took his hands off your skin for the briefest moment. you whined at the loss of contact, never mind that you were pressed chest to chest, legs intertwined below the covers.

his cold hands returned to your feverish skin, eliciting a shiver from you. “so cold” you whispered out, relishing how his hands felt on the base of your breasts. he never liked to use his evol directly on you, but being your personal ice pack had its advantages. namely, the sounds you’d make as your pain resolved and the feeling of your skin under his hands.

“a little sensitive this morning?” he placed a kiss to the crown of your head.

you nodded back at him, “hurts there” it was nothing more than a whine at this point. part of your swelling problem was your breasts, bras had slowly become more uncomfortable over the last few days. but now, you were starting to melt under his ministrations, the ache in your chest settling down.

zayne rolled the pair of you onto your sides. able to reach more of you this way, his skilled hands quickly cupped your breasts and his fingers started to toy with your nipples.

“ohhhhhh” whatever thought you thought you’d had was gone, replaced with zayne.

he couldn’t help the smile that graced his features as he started to scoot down the bed, putting his face level with your chest. just a quick kiss to the top of your sternum, then the left, the right, and finally he nuzzled between them, a contented hum rumbling from his chest.

zayne looked up at you, sparkling green eyes meeting your own, hazy from just his touch, “how are you feeling?”

“g-good” it was barely more than a breath, but you were still managing to get words out. he took that as a good sign and kept going.

with his eyes still locked on yours, he wrapped his lips around your nipple, applying just enough pressure for you to feel tingles run down your abdomen, his fingers still toying with the other. you couldn’t stop the involuntary buck of your hips, your discomfort not quite subsiding, but starting to burn as something new, something more.

“zayne, please” his eyes shut as you said his name, the quietest moan of his own leaking out against your skin.

“please what?” he didn’t even fully take his lips off your skin, choosing to keep the corner of his mouth anchored to you, the words scattered over your chest.

he switched nipples, eyes locking back on yours, waiting to hear your request. “i can’t help you, if i don’t know what you want” he continued to suck on your chest, alternating between leaving love bites and bathing your nipples with attention. zayne is a patient man, he could wait for your brain to come up with something.

“please” this one left as a gasp, his sucks becoming harder, focused on pulling noises from you, distracting you “need you, lower”

“lower?” he let his hands trail down to your hips, lips never leaving your chest.

your hips bucked again, his fingertips tickling your sides, his mouth making every train of thought you had derail. “please” you urged him one more time.

oh, he could stand to hear that a thousand more times, your sweet voice, hoarse with want for him. but instead of making you beg for it, he took mercy on you and moved one of his hands to where you needed him most.

although he was no longer using his evol, zayne’s fingers were still cool against your heated flesh. you couldn’t stop the hiss from leaving your mouth if you wanted.

“so wet” he murmured into your skin, fingers stroking you and gathering wetness to rub ever so lightly against your clit “my poor little love, no wonder you’re so uncomfortable.”

you had thrown your head back as his fingers continued to brush against you, not even sure you’d actually heard what he’d said. “zayne, please, please” he’d timed his circles, fingers and mouth, together to tease you “need you, inside, please”

“there we go” he slowly slid his hand toward your entrance, fingers trailing along your flesh “that’s what you’ve really wanted since you woke up, huh?”

slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed his middle finger inside you “mmm, so warm” he kept pushing until you could feel the cold of his ring press against you, a startling contrast to how warm his hand had finally become “so wet” his voice had picked up the slightest edge, like you weren’t the only one affected this morning.

he started up a slow but steady rhythm, pausing his ministrations on your chest to watch your face for just a moment. watching for any discomfort, any signs of anything other than pleasure.

when you opened your eyes, he decided to add another finger, his thumb brushing against your clit again. your eyes closed against your will. “eyes on me” zayne had pillowed his chin against your chest, watching you closely.

you opened your eyes to take the sight of him in. his usually neat hair rumpled from sleep, his eyes glassy with want, lips swollen from his attack on your breasts. the sight alone had you clenching around his fingers, zayne looking wrecked, for you.

“i think that’s enough of that” he pulled his hand from you and brought it to his mouth, quickly cleaning his fingers.

“no” zayne chuckled at you whining at the sensation of loss.

“i’ve got something better, don’t fret” zayne pushed you onto your back, your legs immediately starting to lock around him, not wanting to lose contact.

he pushed himself up to lean over you, eyes looking into yours. you could feel how hard he was against your thigh, a drop of precum wiping against your skin.

your lips met, the taste of yourself faint on his tongue. a hum of satisfaction started in your chest and ended in his, the two of you just enjoying being close to each other and unhurried.

“need you, zayne” you brushed your thumb across his lips, hand cupping his face. he nuzzled into the touch, his knees starting to spread your legs so he could slot his hips against yours.

“please” it was like a plea, a prayer, and an admission all in one syllable. 

he leaned in for another quick kiss “as you wish, my love”

slowly, slower even than we he pushed his finger into you, he eased himself inside, moaning into your mouth.

"ohhhh so perfect" he stilled for just a second, enjoying feeling you around him. "so perfect, been waiting for this day all week."

he started to thrust into you, your hands going to his shoulders, nails digging in to those perfectly sculpted muscles.

"fuck" zayne never really swore or had too filthy of a mouth, until he was inside you. then he couldn't stop.

"been waiting all. week." he made sure to punctuate the last two words with his hips, letting you feel him start to graze your most sensitive spot.

you just looked at him, a little dumbfounded and unsure if you were hearing what he was really saying. you knew he kept track of your cycles, knew he was almost too familiar with your personal calendar. the two of you had had the conversation, but you almost didn't believe it when you heard the words fall from his lips and onto yours.

"gonna make you such-" he paused for a moan as you clenched around him, excited to hear the words from him "such a pretty momma"

he continued to roll his hips into you, each thrust causing his tip to kiss that soft spongy spot inside of you that made you see and feel stars. "the prettiest - fuck"

you could no longer sit still, you had to meet his thrusts with your own, had to feel him deeper, needed it. "zayne, please, please, please"

"can't wait to see you, glowing" he paused this time for your moans, not letting his own words interrupt them gracing his ears. "growing round, with my child - mmm, fuck - our child"

he pressed into you like a man possessed "your chest is going to be so swollen" he was relentless, hips never faltering. "gonna have to take good care of such a pretty, pretty momma"

you could only nod in agreement, nails leaving little crescents on his skin. finally you found your voice, "yes, yes, zayne. want it, want you" he pulled another moan from you as his fingers started to draw quick circles on your clit.

"so close, my love" he'd adjusted to a new angle, hitting not just your sweet spot, but another spot within you that felt so good it almost hurt.

"don't stop" came out in one quick breath. you were teetering on that edge, waiting for him to push you over.

"never" you swore he'd be the death of you one day. "cum for me, my love. cum all over my cock. milk me for all i'm worth, make a mess" he was babbling, close to his end. but it was more than enough to push you to yours.

you came with a strangled moan, pulsing around zayne, your hips never ceasing to meet his, pulling him down with you.

by the time you had both recovered enough mental capacity to move again, you were a tangle of sweat sheened skin, chests still heaving from your bout of cardio. zayne had collapsed onto you slightly, the majority of his weight on his knees and elbows, but his forehead pressed to your skin.

"can't pull out just yet" he shivered as you clenched around him again, both of you starting to verge into overstimulation "have to give it time to stick"

you let out a small laugh. unbeknownst to you, once you had agreed that you want children, zayne started reading every academic article he could about conception. if it would even raise the chances by 1%, he was willing to try it.

he finally raised his head, and started to ease back onto his knees, slowly, carefully pulling out of you. he was quick to lift your hips, giving gravity a chance to help by placing a pillow underneath you. he was quicker still to use his fingers to start pushing your combined releases back into you.

"can't let it go to waste, my love" he pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, a dirty contrast to the lewd sounds he was causing at your entrance.

you moaned from the contact "no, no, can't waste it" you could feel your knees shaking with each brush of his thumb against your clit, each pass of his fingers into your heat.

"feeling better now, love?" zayne's hand finally stilled and he looked at you, a far too pleased smile on his face, like you'd let him eat every available macaron in the house and he'd skipped the toothache.

"much, so much better" and you actually did, there was nothing the rush of endorphins couldn't overcome.

"excellent, how about a shower and round 2?"

you gasped as zayne pulled you off the bed and to your feet. yes, please, that did sound excellent.

a/n: yayyyyyyy, you made it! sorry about all that. i, uh, got dreams/problems and if zayne has the same ones, we're not gonna talk about it. feedback appreciated! again, minors/ageless blogs DNI. here and AO3 are the only places this will be posted. please do not repost. 🖤

[misshoneyimhome]

"If you don't change out of those shorts, I'll have them around your ankles by lunchtime." QUEEN may i request this prompt for Willy??

Oh, did anyone see the sun shining and the temperature rising? Cause apparently, reader did 😉

Note - no, William hasn't proposed yet, that part is still in the works 😉💕

Tropes & warnings: Inexperienced!reader x Willy, established relationship, 18+ smut: semi-public - physio room, unprotected vaginal penetration, cum inside

word count: 1.9K

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What goes around comes around | Inexperienced!Reader x William Nylander ✐☆

The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the apartment, warm sunlight filtering through the blinds and casting lazy stripes across the hardwood floor. You were humming softly to yourself as you moved around the kitchen, barefoot, wearing a fitted pair of grey dress shorts and a white silk blouse.

You felt him before you saw him—heard the heavy, familiar sound of his footsteps behind you, the rustle of gym clothes as he padded into the room, towel slung over his shoulder and damp hair still tousled from the shower.

“You’re really gonna wear those?” came his voice, rough and sleep-warmed, still gravelly from the early hour.

You didn’t turn around. Just reached for your mug and brought it to your lips. “Good morning to you too, Nylander.”

He didn’t laugh. Not really. It was more of a low huff, like he knew what you were doing and wasn’t quite sure if he was annoyed or turned on by it.

(You knew it was both.)

“Seriously,” he said, coming up behind you. One hand rested on your hip, firm and possessive. “Where are you going dressed like that?”

You took a slow sip. “Brunch with Tessa and Aryne.”

“In that?” His palm slid down, fingers grazing the hem of your shorts. “You do realise those barely count as clothing, right?”

You turned then, just slightly, just enough to glance over your shoulder and grin. “They’re comfortable. And it’s hot outside.”

His eyes dropped instinctively to your legs—long, bare, toned—and then back up to your face, his jaw clenching.

“Yeah, well,” he muttered, stepping in closer, his voice dropping as his hand curled just slightly into the waistband. “If you don’t change out of those shorts, I’ll have them around your ankles by lunchtime.”

You bit your bottom lip, feigning innocence. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

William’s gaze darkened, and he leaned in, pressing a kiss just beneath your ear. “You want to test me, älskling?”

Your stomach fluttered—god, that tone.

But instead of backing down, you gave him a little shrug and slipped out from under his grasp, heading toward the hallway to grab your bag. “Guess we’ll find out.”

Behind you, you heard him groan under his breath, followed by the sound of him muttering in Swedish—probably something about how you were going to be the death of him.

You tossed your phone in your bag, glanced at yourself in the mirror. Blazer. Shorts. Smug little smile. Perfect.

William appeared in the doorway, arms crossed and brows raised as he looked you up and down. “Don’t forget, I’ll see you at the game tonight.”

You batted your lashes. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

He narrowed his eyes. “And don’t think I’ll forget those shorts.”

You were already walking toward the door, keys in hand. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

And as you slipped out the door, you heard him laugh—low, exasperated, and entirely laced with affection.

He was in trouble.

You were already planning to make it worse.

_

Brunch with Tessa and Aryne had been a blur of mimosas, gossip, and stolen glances at your phone. Mostly because you kept catching yourself rereading William’s texts from training.

Willy: “Thinking about those shorts.”

You: “You should be thinking about drills.”

Willy: “You’re gonna be in trouble when I get home.”

You: “Can’t wait.”

You were lying. You could wait. You were dying to wait. You loved the way he got when he was held back—coiled tight with tension, hungry from hours of wanting and not getting. And you knew exactly what you were doing when you wore those shorts. You’d even crossed your legs slowly at brunch, made sure they hit mid-thigh when you walked to the counter to grab your coffee refill, felt the heat of every stare.

But none of those looks mattered. Not really.

Only one did.

Now, the train ride back to your apartment was blissfully quiet—mid-afternoon sun filtering through the windows, the rhythmic hum of the tracks lulling the other passengers into a content silence. You had snagged a window seat in the corner, legs crossed, blazer folded over your lap, and your phone in hand.

You weren’t trying to tease him. Not really.

Except… maybe you were.

You snapped a picture—your thighs, bare and glowy in the sunlight, the hem of your shorts riding up just enough to give a flash of skin beneath. You didn’t include your face. Just enough to set him off.

You: “Still comfy. Still hot out.”

Photo attached.

It didn’t take long.

Your phone lit up with his name. A FaceTime request.

You declined.

The next text came in immediately.

Willy: “Answer the damn phone.”

You smirked, leaning back, tapping out your reply.

You: “Busy. Commuting. In public.”

Willy: “So help me god, if I see those shorts again tonight—”

You could almost hear the growl in his voice.

You: “What? You said lunchtime. It’s later now.”

The bubble on his end flickered. Typing. Stopped. Typing again.

Willy: “You’re a fucking menace.”

You tucked your phone into your bag and bit your lip, glancing around. A businessman in a suit was dozing three rows away. A teenage couple was whispering over earbuds. No one cared. No one noticed you shift just a little in your seat, press your thighs together, the dull throb of anticipation building low in your belly.

_

The hallway outside the locker rooms buzzed with post-game energy—equipment being packed, trainers wheeling carts, security quietly ushering out press. You leaned against the wall by the private entrance, phone in hand, legs crossed just so.

And of course, you were still wearing the shorts. Perfectly combined with the jersey with ‘NYLANDER’ across your back.

Once more, you heard him before you saw him—heavy footsteps, low laughter with teammates, the scrape of skates being dragged behind him in a gear bag. The second he turned the corner and saw you, everything shifted. His eyes locked onto your legs like a homing beacon.

He stopped mid-sentence.

“Fuck me,” William muttered, drawing out the words like a prayer, like a curse. His gaze dragged up your body, jaw tight, a bead of sweat still clinging to his temple. “You did not.”

You tilted your head, smiling sweetly. “I told you it was hot out.”

He didn’t speak.

Didn’t blink.

Just closed the space between you in three long strides, his hand grabbing your wrist like a magnet snapping into place. “But it’s not hot inside a fucking hockey arena. Come with me.”

You let out a small laugh. “You’re not even going to say hi?”

“No.” His voice was low, firm. “I told you what would happen. And you’re still wearing those fucking shorts.”

You opened your mouth to tease him again, but then he was pulling you down the corridor, past the equipment bins and stacked crates, toward a dimly lit side hallway you hadn’t noticed before. The hallway that led to the trainers’ treatment rooms.

Empty now.

Silent.

Until he dragged you inside and kicked the door closed.

“You’ve been playing me all day,” he muttered, backing you toward the padded table in the center of the room, his eyes never leaving yours. “Texting me. Ignoring my calls. Wearing this little outfit like you don’t know what it does to me.”

“I knew exactly what it would do to you,” you breathed, voice light despite the thudding of your pulse.

William stepped in close, his hands settling low on your hips. “And you think that doesn’t come with consequences?”

You shrugged. “You said lunchtime. It’s after the game.”

His eyes darkened, his hands sliding around to cup your ass, squeezing once—hard. “Baby,” he growled, “lunch is whenever I decide it is.”

And then he spun you around, guiding you with practiced ease until your front pressed against the cold vinyl of the treatment table.

Your hands braced on the edge.

Your breath hitched.

William leaned over you, his body flush with yours, his voice rasping against your ear. “You think teasing me in public is a game?” His fingers slipped under the hem of your shorts, dragging the fabric down slowly, deliberately, inch by inch. “Wearing these out like you wanted someone else to notice?”

“I didn’t,” you said, voice shaking. “Just wanted you to notice.”

“Oh, I noticed,” he growled. “And now you’re gonna take what you’ve been begging for all damn day.”

The shorts hit your ankles.

And then his hands were on you—gripping, spreading, dragging up the backs of your thighs like he was memorising the shape of you with his palms. You felt him pause behind you, his breath heavy, warm against the nape of your neck as he cupped you between your legs. His fingers pressed through your slick folds, stroking slowly, deliberately, until a groan rumbled low in his chest.

“Fuck, baby,” he muttered, almost reverently. “You’ve been like this all day?”

You nodded, biting your lip, pressing back against his hand with a soft grind that had your breath catching in your throat. “Wanted you so bad.”

William let out a dark chuckle. “Yeah? That why you kept pushing me?”

“Wanted you frustrated,” you gasped, your voice already wrecked. “Wanted you rough.”

He didn’t need another word.

The sharp sound of his zipper filled the quiet room, followed by the unmistakable shift of his clothes. Then the heavy heat of him was pressing against your backside—thick, hard, and twitching with anticipation.

“You wanna be a brat?” he growled, voice thick with control. “You want to drive me insane all day, just so I’ll take it out on you now?”

You whimpered, nodding again.

“Then take it,” he snarled—and thrust in with one sharp, deep stroke.

Your cry was instant, your body jerking forward as his cock filled you completely, so sudden and so full it nearly stole the breath from your lungs. Your fingers scrambled for purchase on the edge of the treatment table, your nails biting into the vinyl as he pulled back and slammed into you again—harder.

William didn’t let up. Didn’t ease into it. He gripped your hips like a man possessed, using your body to fuck out every ounce of tension he’d been carrying all week. The rhythm he set was brutal, relentless, the sound of his hips slapping against your ass echoing in the small room.

“You want to tease me like a brat?” he bit out, hand sliding up your spine to clamp over the back of your neck. “Then you take me like this.”

Your moans were a mess of broken sounds—pleas and gasps and whimpers all tangled together. He was hitting just right, his cock dragging perfectly over that spot inside you with every punishing thrust, his other hand slipping between your legs to circle your clit in tight, deliberate strokes.

Your body was already trembling, the pressure building too fast to stop. You could barely think—could only cling to the edge of the table as your thighs started to shake.

“Willy—” you gasped, your voice breaking into something high and desperate. “I—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he said, his voice raw with heat. “You’re gonna come, baby. And I’m not gonna stop. You’re gonna take everything.”

And you did.

Your orgasm slammed into you, wild and consuming, ripping through your body like a live wire. You sobbed his name as your walls clenched hard around him, your legs nearly giving out from under you. Your whole body shook, bent over that table like something shattered open inside you. But William held you—kept you grounded. His hand never left your neck. His voice never stopped whispering praise.

“That’s it. Let go for me. So good for me. Just like that.”

You were still trembling when he slowed his pace—just enough to keep you riding the high, to draw it out until you were whimpering from the intensity.

And then he pulled out—just slightly—only to thrust in again with a rough, growled, “Mine.”

You gasped, dazed, still wrung out. “W-Wait—too much—”

He leaned over your back, kissing your shoulder gently. “You can take it,” he murmured, his voice suddenly softer but no less commanding. “Just breathe, baby. I’ve got you.”

He gave you a moment. One long, slow thrust at a time. Just enough to help you recover. His hand dragged soothing circles across your spine while the other slid down to squeeze your hip. His lips brushed over the back of your neck, damp with sweat.

“You feel so good,” he whispered, like he couldn’t help himself. “So tight. So perfect.”

You whimpered, slowly grounding again, your breath syncing with his. Your body still hummed from the orgasm, but there was something grounding in the way he held you now—in the heat of his body pressed against yours, in the way his voice melted into your skin.

“Ready?” he asked, nuzzling behind your ear.

You nodded. “Please.”

His pace picked up again—still rough, still deep, but tempered by a kind of reverence now. Like he’d taken what he needed, and now he was savouring the rest. He kissed along your shoulder as he drove into you, groaning into your skin with every thrust.

“I can’t—” he gasped. “Fuck, baby, I’m gonna—”

His movements turned frantic, desperate. His hips stuttered and he let out a long, guttural groan as he came hard, spilling inside you with a force that nearly knocked the wind out of him. He collapsed over your back, chest heaving, arms curling around your waist to hold you close.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment.

Just the sound of your breathing, tangled and shallow. The aftershocks. The weight of what just happened.

Eventually, William leaned forward, brushing your hair back from your sweaty face, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. His fingers traced lightly along your sides, grounding you with every pass.

“You okay?” he whispered, voice thick with tenderness.

You nodded against the table, spent but full, and so utterly his.

He helped you upright gently, turning you to face him. His eyes were soft now��no more dominance, just love. He tucked your hair behind your ear and rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you,” he murmured.

You smiled, breathless. “Even when I’m a brat?”

He chuckled, kissing you slow and deep. “Especially then. Guess I really did keep my promise.”

You leaned into his chest, smirking. “You mean your threat?”

He kissed your forehead. “Same thing.”

And as he led you out of the room with a hand resting proudly on your ass, you knew he’d remember this little outfit forever.

But you also knew something else.

You’d never stop teasing him.

Because no matter how wild he went for it, he’d always want more.

[killmeprettypleasee]

Could I ask a smut like where m!reader is a high ranking than ghost and soap and in a relationship with the two when m!reader got a dare from gaz to be fake dead and which m!reader acts which quickly got info to ghost and soap which they think m!reader is dead. They are Hella sad which they see m!reader alright. They ask and m!reader says the truth.. which the two gave m!reader a "punishment"

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Warning: threesome, double penetration ment, slight ment of breeding kink, punishment kink.

You've been dared by your friend Gaz for 20 bucks to prank both Ghost and Soap, you hesitate at first but the thought of seeing Both men all having a panic attack seeing you laying dead is hilarious, and weeelll.. 20 bucks is 20 bucks..

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You laid on your bed, acting dead.

Good thing you were a great actor,, While you were laying there the door open slowly, a head peeping out to check on you.

"Heyyy, (Y/n)?"

Soap spoke out, walking in followed soon by Ghost.

They saw your limp form and scanned your body, they thought you were asleep and decided to shake you till you're awake,, but you didn't peeked an eye, so they shaked you harder.. but still.. no reaction.

And both turned nervous at you not waking up, tgeir nervousness soon turned to worry then fright.

They shaked you harder, testing your body temperature then pulses, It was all okay but why aren't you waking up???

They tried tickling you and went extreme by throwing you off the bed! But still.. no reaction.

Then, one last thing, Soap tried to check on your heat then..

"BOO!"

You screamed out causing Soap to jerk backwards in surprise and slight fear, You were sat up, staring at them with a cheeky grin on your face, moments ago you were laying "passed" out there and here you were, all well and okay...

"Hah! Did i scare you guys, because the look on your faces say otherwise!"

You were giggling gleefully while they just stared in confusion and slight anger for scaring them.. Ghost huffed out, Nose flaring out of anger.

They needed to teach you a lesson from scaring them like this.. and both agreed on this,, they look at each other before nodding.

Suddenly, You we're pinned down roughly by Soap on your wrist while Ghost ripped your pants, along your boxers.

Leaving you exposed to the cold wind in the room.

You protest out, yelling to them to stop to what they're doing but sadly, your words fell on deaf ears..

The Flipped you over causing you to be pressed against your chest to the ground, your ass was spread apart by Soap, your tight ring of flesh showing.

"Fuck.. look at that.."

Ghost breath out, taking in the sight of your little hole.

Then they began to stretch you on their fingers to make sure you take both of their cocks in you and aswell as making sureyou get bred well.

After that you were sat on Ghost's cock while soap's cock is Infront amd between your legs.

Then First Soap Thrusted in your slicked hole, and soon followed by Ghost, The stretch was big.. but you already got used to it after doing this with them.

Each thrust was powerful, making it sure you get to be discipline of respect..

Every time they piston into your ass sent you jolting forward the force causing you to cry and sob, letting out little cries for mercy.

You had came many times by now, your mind already dizzy from the harsh treatment caused by both Ghost and Soap, You laid limp in between their bodies while they try to get some air.

"You learned your lesson now?"

Ghost asked with a smug smirk on his face, and you nodded quickly in reply.

"good boy"

Soap gave you a pat on the head before he pulled out along side Ghost, cum dripped down your now loose hole making you cringe from the feeling.

Despite the harsh punishment that you probably couldn't walk anymore- 20 bucks is still 20 bucks though, right?

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A/n: this was lazy so sorry if its bad, didn't add the reader being high ranked cus i got to lazy.

[thefangirlfever]

Stress relief (Miguel O'hara x AFAB reader, 18+)

Minors Do not interact

Summary: Sometimes all the self-care you need is a good drink, a bath, your favorite toy...and your boyfriend.

Tags: F/M, smut, PIV penetration, mention of masturbation (M/F), shower sex (it's a bath but you get the idea), condom use, use of toys, doggy style, slight nipple/ breast play, established relationship, very self-indulgent, no plot just smut, mirror sex, hint at slight body dismorphia/ insecurity (it's very light but please be careful and prioritize yourself)

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Word count: 4111

It has been a long day today and you definitely needed to relax. When you got home and found the apartment alone, you decided to indulge into some self-care. You had taken your favorite vibrator, a drink and ran yourself a bath. As the water warmed up, you removed your clothes one by one, letting out a huge sigh of relief when your bra fell down the tiles of the room. After dipping a toe into the water, you finally adjusted the temperature and waited a few seconds before fully diving into it. At this point you didn’t care about the temperature being more of an aggression to your skin than anything else. In fact it even made you feel good and woke you up a bit after this whole day feeling a bit numb. You liked your job but there were some days when you felt like the whole universe was testing you out. Today was one of these days.

A few minutes was all you needed to adjust to the temperature and you soon felt very relaxed. You even closed your eyes a bit as your head rested against the cold wall behind you. Your every movement would create small ripples through the water and you would move your arms from time to time watching the way the small droplets would trickle down your skin or how the foam of the soap was making you look like you were on some cloud. It truly felt like this somehow. Finally a time where you could just exist. Simply existing without doing anything.

But you had prepared yourself in case you would still get bored. With a swift motion you caught the pink toy resting on the corner of the sink and looked at it. Its round shape and soft edges made it look quite unassuming but you knew that as soon as you would push on that small button on the bottom of it, it would only take you five minutes to orgasm.

Just when you were about to enjoy yourself, you heard the front door opening and soon a voice called for you:

“Y/N?”

Miguel must have seen your shoes lined up in the hallway when he came back. You were not expecting him to come back home this early but it was a rather pleasant surprise.

“I’m right here.” He followed the sound of your voice and soon you heard him knocking at the door of the bathroom. You didn’t even bother fully closing the door but he still cared enough about your privacy to not come in directly.

“It’s alright, you can come in.”

Miguel’s silhouette soon filled up the door frame. He was still dressed in his work attire, black slacks and a white shirt. He couldn’t hold back a grin when he saw you wallowed in your bath.

“Getting cozy, I see…”, he commented with a grin while leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. You couldn’t stop your eyes from trailing up and down his silhouette, especially around his broad chest, squeezed tightly between his crossed arms making the fabric of his shirt cling to his skin even more.

“Let me guess, rough day?” You nodded your head and leaned against the edge of the bathtub with your arms crossed, your chin resting on them, which mimicked his own posture. If it made him chuckle at first, his face took a different expression when he saw how the water was trickling down the curve of your body.

“It was...a long day.”, you replied. With a nonchalant look, he untied his tie and made his way to you. You didn’t miss a single one of his movements as he then sat down the edge of the bathtub, being careful enough to not get some water on his clothes.

“Well, that sure is a way to relax.” He dipped his fingers onto the bathwater. It was not as hot as it used to be but he still winced a bit.

“How are you not burning in this?”, he joked. You simply shrugged your shoulders which had for a result to make more water slide down your skin and to move a bit the foam of soap covering you.

“I don’t know. I think it’s the perfect temperature.”, you finally replied as Miguel’s eyes deviated from your soaked figure to the edge of the sink. His gaze locked on the pink toy and he couldn’t hold back a chuckle.

“Did I interrupt something?” You rolled your eyes at his cheeky grin and shrugged again. This time, his eyes followed the road the drops took as they slide down the curve of your bust before disappearing inside the water, right where he could see the top of your breasts clear of all soap.

“You didn’t interrupt anything.”

“Oh good then.” He wasn’t sure if he should leave you alone and give you some privacy but since you didn’t seem to push him away, he decided to stay. It’s not like he ad anything better to do and the view was enough for a reason for him to stay here.

“So...you wanna talk about today or…”

By the way you buried your face into your arms, he had already guessed the answer. Since you had decided to go non-verbal he stayed quiet too. Either way, he was a firm believer that actions could speak louder than words. He slid a bit closer to you and pushed your hair away from the water so it wouldn’t get soaked. His fingers lingered a bit around your nape, gently tracing the curve of your slender neck, ever so slightly running down your spine which made you squirm a bit.

“Sorry...forgot you were ticklish.”, he apologized in a low voice, watching the water ripple around your body and your form peeking under the clear surface.

“It’s alright. You can keep doing this…”, whatever that was. Miguel’s eyebrows rose slightly but he didn’t question this for too long and his fingers soon traced your spine and this time he began massaging your scalp softly, trying to ease the worries away.

“Better?”

You almost purred out of delight which made him definitely feel like he was doing the right thing. When he was done massaging you this way, he grabbed a washcloth and began rubbing it along your shoulders and back. This time, your body was fully relaxed and he almost thought you light have fallen asleep. This didn’t stop him from washing your skin minutely, still making sure your hair wouldn’t get in the way of his work. Your skin soon glistened under the bathroom’s lightning and he found it a bit harder to keep his touching innocent, especially since the soap had dissolved, leaving you practically bare in front of him.

“You didn’t tell me about your day?”

Your voice took him out of his contemplation and he collected himself as quick as he could, looking away from the tantalizing sight that was no longer out of reach.

“It was a pretty boring day. Nothing extraordinary.”

From leaving your silhouette, his eyes soon landed on the shape of the toy. He must admit that this little thing...intrigued him. He knew you were using a vibrator and quite frankly, he couldn’t care less. Miguel was confident enough in his abilities to not feel frightened by such a small thing. However he did find it a waste of money for something that could be done… manually but he could definitely see the appeal of it.

His curious gaze toward the toy didn’t go unnoticed and you grabbed the toy, took the lid off and showed it to him. He was definitely not expecting such a shape. Even in your hands the toy looked...small. It was nothing more than a pebble.

“Here, take it.”, you said with a smile while putting the toy inside his palm. This thing didn’t stop to surprise him. It was quite light and...very soft. As he brushed his thumb against it, he encountered what he supposed should act like a mouth on you. He felt a weird sensation tracing the outline of the ‘mouth’, thinking about how many times it has ended up stuck to your clit.

Okay, maybe he was feeling a bit insecure… and jealous. God, he must be really pathetic for being jealous of some piece of plastic. But you didn’t help at all when you said just how powerful that little thing was:

“It has 10 different variations and it’s made to make you reach an orgasm in five minutes.”

You couldn’t hold back a laugh when you saw his expression of horror.

“Five minutes? But...what’s the point?”

“I’m sorry, what?”, you asked while looking at him. You had shifted your body in the water which made it ripple around you and now there wasn’t much covering you.

“What’s the point of this? Where’s the fun?”, he replied.

“Hum...in cumming?”, you replied sarcastically while cocking an eyebrow. You must have missed something or he didn’t understand the purpose of a vibrator. “You know most people enjoy that.”

“No, I know...but...what about the rest? The anticipation, the undressing, the foreplay...you can’t talk with this thing like you do with your partner… you don’t feel things the same way…That’s not what I call making love.”

Miguel almost immediately regretted what he said. He must have sounded like an idiot and he was waiting for you to tease him about this...and you delivered:

“Well, you sure have a lot of opinions about this…”, you replied after a short silence. But as much as you were teasing him, his speech did have an effect on you. You knew Miguel and how he was about those things. The man never even considered doing a quickie so he would never simply take an orgasm as enough of a reason to use a toy. He was rather old school and you couldn’t complain. For a lot of people, sex was just a way to release some tension, it was barely more than a pulsion. It was just ‘fucking’ and you’ve lived your life this way until you’ve met him.

“And what if I do?”, he replied with quite the attitude, “You wouldn’t dare telling me I’m wrong?”

“Oh I would never…”, you replied with a sly smile. Your hand was now dangerously close to his knee and he didn’t dare letting his eyes roam anywhere lower than your chin. “I just find this weird given that you didn’t even try this thing…”

Miguel almost choked on his spit: “Try it? How am I supposed to use it? In case you didn’t notice I do not have a vagina.”

“Oh trust me, I did notice.”, you replied with the same sly tone. “But this toy can be used by two people and no matter your biological sex... You could use it on your nipples for example…”

As much as he wanted to look offended by this idea, Miguel couldn’t help but look down at the slit in the toy. Could that thing really… Just how powerful was this toy? You watched his cheeks flare up with great satisfaction as he stuttered:

“That’s...crazy…”

“Or you could use it one me.”

Oh...now he could see where this was going. And quite frankly, the idea was rather tempting. A mental image of your body spread for him while you writhed around and moaned louder and louder flashed through his mind and he could definitely see the appeal of it. However he shook his head:

“I don’t need this thing.”

Your smug snicker made him regret his words immediately as you explained the perks of the toy:

“It’s not a question of need. The toy is not your enemy but your ally.”

He continued to observe the toy quite curiously, with a bit less of animosity in his gaze. Finally, after a few seconds, his small voice broke the silence of the room: “You would let me use it on you?”

“Absolutely.” Your blunt response didn’t leave any room for doubt...and he liked that. The prospect of making you feel good combined to the sight of your soaked body made his cock strain against his pants and a devious grin crossed his face. The sight of your fingers wrapping around his tie and pulling him closer made that grin grow into a full-on smile and he could only oblige and kiss you as you wished.

Your body smelled absolutely divine with a mix of your lotion and soap, a sugary mix of vanilla and argan oil that made your skin glisten. His free arm wrapped around your back, not caring one bit if he might get wet in the process and your hands cupped his face during your kiss. Your nails scratch around his five o’clock shadow and then traveled lower down his body. The water made the fabric of his shirt cling to his chest, making his pectoral and abs visible under the now see-through material.

He was on his knees in front of the bathtub to reach you better, in a position that could only be qualified as one of devotion. He has seen the exhaustion in your eyes, your tired face… he had now only one mission, making you feel good. Making you forget all about the ups and down of your day and focus only on your pleasure.

One of his hands tugged at your hair, tilting your head back so he could have an easier access to the delicate skin of your neck, which he quickly nipped at. You could be sure you would find a few marks there the next morning…

“Can I take you out of this bath?”, he murmured against your skin, his lips tickling your flesh with their slow, languid dance.

“You better get me out of here.” And the small grin on your lips was enough of a motivation. His arms wrapped around you and he scooped you up until your body was pressed into his. His shirt was definitely ruined now, the fabric drenched but that was the least of his concern when he had every single inch on your skin pressed against him...especially against a very sensitive part of him.

Miguel gently put you down the bathroom counter which made you wince. The cold marble was quite the unexpected sensation after the welcoming warmth of the bath. In fact your whole body shivered in contact with the cold surface and the cool air of the bathroom.

“Something wrong, honey?” You shook your head at Miguel’s concerned tone.

“It’s just...a bit cold…”, you chuckled awkwardly. His brows frowned and he mumbled under his breath: “Sorry about that...I didn’t think of this…”.

He quickly brought a towel for you to sit on and wrapped an other one around your shoulders, using into rub your goosebumps-covered arms:

“Better?”

His small apologetic voice, the rise of his brows when he asked you that question and the strong friction of his hands definitely made you feel better.

“Better.”, you replied while placing a soft kiss on his cheek. When he felt your fingertips toying with the small curls around his face, a groan escaped Miguel’s throat. In a few seconds, his face was nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he breathed into your delicate fragrance. His hands rubbed your sides and his warm breath could soon be felt down your chest.

“Let’s warm you up a bit…”

His lips kissed the slope of your breasts, feeling how warm and flushed they were after the bath, almost tender. His tongue flicked one of your nipples while his hand toyed with the other one and an idea popped in his mind. With his free hand he reached for the toy. In one swift movement he removed the lid and he pressed the on-button. A soft buzzing sound could filled the bathroom and he swore he could have seen you clenching your thighs almost in a Pavlovian reflex.

There’s no way this little thing could have such a hold on you. Could it be?

“May I?”, he asked with your nipple still in his mouth. You could definitely hear the amusement, the smirk in his voice. Your hand guided his wrist holding the vibrator between your thighs. If he thought your breasts were alluring, it was nothing compared to your lush thighs. Was it just the water or...were you already wet?

When the mouth of the toy pressed against your slit and began to massage your lips, he could feel the direct effect on your body. Your whole being tensed and your back arched, pushing your breast deeper in his mouth. Maybe he liked this thing.

He kept the toy on your for a few seconds until he felt a strange movement coming from you. You were...almost humping the toy. No, you were definitely humping it. And that’s when he understood why it was shaped like this. The little mouth wasn’t doing all the job. There was this small bump under it, as wide as a thumb that would...rotate and rub at your entrance providing a double stimulation.

His scientific mind was in awe of such a technology.

His horny side greatly enjoyed the show.

“You can...increase the speed…”

At first he thought he had misheard your words but when he saw your fingers fiddling with the buttons, he thought he was in some sort of dream. His cheeks flared up, seeing you so needy and hungry, not afraid to show your needs… He could practically feel his cock twitching down his pants. It would be a miracle if he didn’t come undone just from the sound of that toy sucking and penetrating you at the same time.

“Oh God…”, he moaned before taking your breast in his mouth again, suckling on your nipple again. The combined stimulation of his mouth and the toy quickly brought you to an orgasm and Miguel definitely felt like he was close too from the sight of your body shaking and your voice chanting in pleasure.

He released your nipple as soon as you came but chose to not turn the vibrator off. He had to admit that the buzzing sound was quite...comforting. That after-glow on your face from your climax made it harder for him to resist his urge and his hand was now rubbing the bulge in the front of his pants, trying to ease the uncomfortable pressure.

“Miguel...do you want to…”

“Yes.”

You both didn’t need more to know what to do. His hand unbuckled his belt while you grabbed a condom from the bathroom counter. He swiftly put it on and his eyes stopped on your fingers as you were about to turn the toy off.

“What are you doing?”, he asked, quite confused.

“Mhh...turning it off since we are going to..you know…”

“I want you to keep it between your legs...please.” He thought you would reject his idea but your devilish grin let him know you had understood his idea.

“Looks like you’re now a fan.”, you teased him as he pushed your hair aside to kiss your neck. His tongue grazed your sweaty skin as he murmured: “How could I hate something that makes you feel good? Something that makes you look so good…”

“Wait...you mean to tell me I look good in this moment? I always thought I would make some pretty weird faces.”, you chuckled.

“But I like your weird faces.”, he whispered like a secret while kissing your neck up to your jaw. “I like how focused you look in this moment...how you always bite your lip...how your tongue stuck out a bit...how you arch your back…” His mouth pressed against your shoulder and he hummed softly against your skin, the vibration resonating with the one between your thighs.

“I think you should see for yourself…”, he teased you and you understood what he was hinting at. The large mirror just behind you… his fingers gently rubbed your sides in a silent request and when you nodded your head, he helped you turn over.

You were now facing the large mirror of the bathroom. The warm light didn’t make any secret of your every imperfection, dilated pores after the heat of the bath, the lines of your clothes when they had cut through your skin over the day, the marks, the cuts… And yet there was Miguel and his loving gaze, looking at you like you were a painting. One of his hands was holding the toy between your legs, not being disgusted in any way by the small pudge of your belly, whether there could be stretch marks there, body hair, scars or even no trace of feminine curve he would still love it. His thumb was drawing lazy circles over your skin; his lips were kissing your shoulder blade and his other hand drew the curve of your breasts.

“You’re gorgeous.”

His low voice made a shiver run down your back, the same way his fingers did.

“Just look at you. I want you to see for yourself…” His fingers gently grabbed your chin and tilted your head up so you could see your reflection. And now, in this tiny fraction of time you could see yourself through his eyes. You didn’t see the imperfections anymore or rather you had accepted them… and they looked so vain compared to the rest, compared to all you had to offer.

“You’re even more beautiful when you start moving…”, he whispered into your ear while his cock rubbed against your back. And you immediately understood what he meant when he entered you, when your back arched against him, when your waist whined and swayed languidly...as if you were dancing.

You barely noticed him increasing the speed on the vibrator but you definitely felt the pulsating air blowing with more intensity on your swollen clit. You were a sloppy mess down there, your walls clenching out of your control, your slick juices coating your thighs, your musky, dizzying scent filling up both your senses, overpowering everything else…

“Shh it’s okay...just breathe in...you’re doing so good…”

Miguel’s voice was only a murmur, a plead the longer your act lasted. He was now panting, groaning into your ears every time he would pull out before diving into you. His slow, deep thrusts contrasted with the steady and fast pace of the toy and you were slowly feeling dizzy. Your breath was more labored and heavy as if you had to use every last ounce of your strength even for this.

“You can lean on me, baby...it’s okay...you’re almost there…” Miguel’s praise and support, literally, guided you through these last moments before your orgasm. It wasn’t a sudden outburst but rather a slow and steady walk, like a hike through a mountain and when you reached the top of it… Your voice rose a bit higher as you whimpered incomprehensible words and your whole body turned into some mush as your vision was clouded by the relief of your vision.

Miguel’s lips were wrapped around the spot on your neck where your pulse was beating, too busy sucking on your already existing hickey when he felt your inner walls clench and spasm around his cock. The tightness made him groan and he couldn’t hold it back any longer.

His chest was pressing tightly against you back and his hands held your hips in place as he finally came into one last thrust. The two of you were now skin to skin, trying to catch your breath when you heard the sound of an electronic device shutting down.

The vibrator had just ran out of battery.

This was usually very frustrating for you but this time, you could only chuckle, amused by the timing of it all and by Miguel’s reaction.

“Gosh...that’s all?”, he asked in a slightly disappointed voice and this time you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Wait, did I say something funny?”, he asked with a confused expression that slowly turned into a teasing grin. His lips brushed against your ear and he nipped at your earlobe all while giving your butt a small squeeze:

“Not gonna lie, I’m kinda disappointed in this thing’s...stamina.”

“As if you weren’t tired yourself…”, you nudged him in the chest while laughing. He rolled his eyes back but he couldn’t deny how he enjoyed this small banter. His lips pressed a small kiss on the side of your face and he replied:

“Okay okay. I admit that I might need to rest a bit but...maybe later?”

His fingers hinted at something nice as they resumed stroking your stomach.

“I could definitely use some stress relief later tonight…”

“That’s what I was thinking…”

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Notes: Youhou! I'm not late publishing it!

That was very self-indulgent because I’m stressed out, on my period and college is kicking my butt.

Thanks for reading!

My masterlist

[willoryn]

A little spa day ♨️

Lucifer joins you for a bath <3

Fem!ReaderxLucifer NSFW

Fingering and oral (reader receiving both), penetration (p in v), smut, reader receives lots of pampering and affection~

A satisfied sigh left you as you slid down into the hot bath until the water came up to your shoulders. You laid your head back on a towel that was resting on the side of the solid stone tub.

This was just what you needed to work out your tense muscles.

You were usually a quick shower type of person. Never really taking the time to allow yourself a little relaxation in a bath tub. But this time around you decided to change things up. Maybe treat yourself a little. After all, Lucifer had this beautiful large stone bathtub that was going to waste. He never really needed to bathe anyways. As the king of hell and an ancient, powerful demon, of course he could just keep himself clean using magic to blink any filth away without thinking.

Unfortunately, you weren't lucky enough to have such powers at your disposal. But even when Lucifer would suggest doing the same to you, you'd always refuse. There was a comfort in letting hot water run over your body. Or submerging yourself in a warm bath. Letting all of the day's stress and grime wash away with some nice smelling body wash.

You let yourself dip lower until the water came up to your chin. You closed your eyes and breathed in the steam from the hot bath. There were no sounds in the room other than the occasional drop from the faucet.

This right here was heaven~

You weren't sure how long you had been sitting like that in the water. You were so lost in your thoughts that you must have lost track of time. It wasn't until you felt something tap against your nose that made your eyes flutter open. Staring back at you were the blank, black eyes of a yellow rubber duck just inches from your face.

A smile formed on your lips and you tapped it's little orange beak with your finger, sending it floating away. No doubt one of Lucifer's creations that he spawned into the bath with you.

Speaking of-

"Mind if I join you?"

The source of that familiar voice came from right beside you. You turned your head where Lucifer was resting his crossed arms on the side of the stone tub and smiling at you with beautiful red eyes. You smiled back at him... also mentally noting that his torso was completely bare. You amused yourself wondering how awkward it would have been if you'd said no.

"I thought you didn't have to bathe." You said.

"I don't... but I was getting lonely," he admitted sheepishly, dipping his fingers into the water to test the temperature. "Do you like it?"

You nodded. "It's great. You should join me."

You didn't have to tell him twice. In a blink, he was no longer beside you. Lucifer appeared in the tub right across from you, fully submerged up to his chest. He smiled at the little rubber ducky that floated past him and then at you.

"This is nice." He said.

"Mhmm," you sighed. "That's why I like to take baths. They're relaxing~"

"Anything I can do to make it even more relaxing for you? Lights? Music? Candles?" He asked, eagerly awaiting to know how he could fulfill any desire you had.

You shook your head. "I don't need all that, hon-"

"Maybe I could rub your shoulders?"

Now that gave you pause. The hot water had made you so relaxed up to this point. A shoulder massage might actually unravel you completely. You nodded and floated over to him. He held you by the shoulders and turned you around. You groaned when his hands started massaging the tense muscles there. If you could melt you probably would have.

His thumbs worked little circles into your skin for a while. Gradually moving down until he was in your middle back. You didn't notice until you felt a certain appendage brush against tour ass just how close you had floated towards him. You were pretty much in his lap at this point. Which wouldn't be a problem...

If his boner wasn't so painfully obvious.

You bit your lip, knowing you should be nice. But where was the fun in that?

"I'm a little tense here, too, sweetie." You reached back and took his hands in yours and lowered them to your hips.

"O-Oh..." You couldn't help but smile at the flustered tone in his voice. He was just too cute sometimes.

Lucifer did as he was told and started massaging you where you placed his hands.

"Mmh... Luci..." you moaned a little sensually on purpose.

You wished you could see the look on his face. No doubt his cheeks were probably dusted with a bright gold as he blushed. His eyes were probably hyperfocused on the area that required his attention and he was shifting uncomfortably where he sat.

Lucifer was far too fun to tease.

Just when you thought he had had enough however, his hands started moving lower. Much to your surprise. They stopped on your thighs, where he continued his massaging.

"Is right here okay, too?" He asked behind you.

You shivered at the feeling of his voice against the back of your neck. "Y-Yeah... that feels good."

And it did... but in another way entirely.

You opened your legs a bit wider, giving him more space to rub you. This was a grave error, as it only led him to start moving into your inner thighs. But still you didn't tell him to stop. His sinful touch felt too good to do such a thing.

Then, as if reading your thoughts, one of his hands boldly dipped between your legs to rub your mound. Just inches away from your now-aching clit.

"And here?"

"Luce..." you breathed. "I think we've ventured beyond just a massage."

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.

You shook your head. "No."

"That's good to hear," He said innocently. You could hear the smile in his voice. "Because you're really tense here, too~"

"Is that so?" You asked as his fingers slid up and down your slit before plunging between your folds. You gasped when his finger found your clit and he started circling the sensitive bud.

"Mhmm~" He hummed in approval. "Gotta make sure we work out everything."

After another moment or two, Lucifer abandoned your clit to travel further down until he found what he was looking for. He slid a finger inside you, making you moan louder.

"Poor thing, you're so tight~" He cooed into your ear. "We'll have to fix that."

Then his finger was joined by a second. Lucifer thrust the two digits in an out of you, stretching your pussy walls even more as you clung desperately to the side of the tub.

"Lucifer! F-Fuck-!"

"Good girl, I love hearing my name on your lips." He breathed into your ear, gently nibbling at your helix. His sharp teeth making goosebumps appear on your flesh. "I have to hear more~"

Lucifer removed his fingers from you, much to your disappointment, and turned you around so that you were facing him now. After placing a kiss to your lips, he lifted you and sat you down on the ledge of the stone tub. He spread your legs open and marveled at just how sopping you were.

"Fuck, you're wet."

"Yeah, no shit." You snarked, unable to help yourself.

He gently nipped at your inner thigh, making you squeak.

"You know what I mean, darling." He chuckled. "You look delicious~"

You swallowed as his hungry eyes looked up and down your aching pussy.

"All mine to taste~"

Lucifer made a meal of you. Greedily devouring your cunt as if he's never tasted anything as divine. He made a noise that sounded like a mix between a moan and a growl, thankful to finally have his hunger satisfied. His forked tongue flicked and swirled around your clit, only occasionally stopping to suckle gently on the sensitive bud.

"Oh, Luci!" you moaned, white-knuckling the side of the tub. "Fuck!"

His hands gripped your thighs to hold you in place, not letting you tear this little piece of heaven away from him.

"I'm gonna cum, baby- I-I'm gonna-!" You cried out when you finally tipped over the edge. You pushed your hips against his face, urging his sweet tongue to help you ride out your orgasm until it was too much to bear. Lucifer's tongue snaked down to your entrance, plunging inside to fully drink every last drop of you as you came in his mouth.

"Lucifer!" You cried as the pleasure was soon replaced with overstimulation. Your orgasm had finally subsided and your body shook violently as he continued to drink you down.

Thankfully, he granted you mercy by pulling away from you and standing in the tub, finally giving you a good view of his throbbing erection. He took your hand in his to lift you but your legs protested.

"Let me help you, my darling." He said, lifting you up effortlessly by your ass. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, locking your ankles behind him.

Lucifer kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. When you separated, he met your eyes with his own sex-drunk gaze.

"I love you... and I could spend all night devouring you," Lucifer said breathlessly. "But I need to feel you, my angel."

"Please." You begged, knowing exactly what he meant.

Lucifer didn't waste any time. He pressed his cock to your entrance and. With your permission, thrust into you. Your pussy tightened around him at the sudden entry. But you soon relaxed so that he could start rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace.

However, it wasn't long until he had you up against the tile wall, desperately bucking into you while you clung to him for dear life. Lucifer held you at the perfect angle. Hitting you deep and hard, exactly how you liked it, making every thrust more delicious than the last.

"F-Fuck-" He growled into your shoulder. "You feel so fucking good-!"

You gripped his hair in one hand and dug your nails into his back with the other. Speech failed you as you were reduced to mere whimpers and moans as he pounded into you, shaking the tub beneath you. By how hard he was pounding into you, it felt like he was probably going to fuck you through this tile wall and you'd be just fine with that.

"I love you-! Fuck- I love you so much!" He shuddered as he felt himself getting ever closer to his own orgasm. He tightened his grip on your hips and quickened his pace. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!"

Craning your neck, you captured his lips in a hot, messy kiss as he finally reached his own nirvana. He moaned into your mouth, filling your lungs with his pleasure as he filled you to the brim with his hot seed. His entire body shook as he milked out every last drop he had into you. Until he was finally spent and panting.

But he wasn't in a hurry to leave you yet.

You both took a minute to catch your breaths. He laid his forehead against your shoulder as he held you to him. You laid your head on top of his and you ran your fingers through his hair.

Once he found enough strength to move again, he brought you both down into the comfort of the warm water. Lucifer released you, much to your disappointment.

"We might need to run a new bath." Lucifer said with a nervous chuckle. "I think we've ruined this one."

You smiled. That was a bit of an understatement. Most of the water was no longer in the tub and whatever cleaning supplies you had brought in here with you was now strewn across the bathroom floor. Even your poor rubber ducky friend laid abandoned beside the tub.

"I think," You gave a chaste kiss to Lucifer's lips. "You should join me for baths more often."

"As long as I get to pamper my queen. I'd love that~" He said, cupping your cheek in his hand and returning your kiss with a deeper and longer one.

♡ The End ♡

[d-dantes]

Pairing: Blade | Yingxing x f!reader

Warnings: outdoor sex, established relationship.

for my beloved @saetiate < 3 Their selfship is so precious I really couldn't get the scene out of my head

Yingxing has been no stranger to heat throughout his life, from the flames within weapon forges to rolling hills under the blazing sun where his steel would be put to the test. He’s never bowed beneath its might, but he’d willingly succumb to yours. 

The refreshing breeze that sweeps through the field you both lie in does little good to quell the raising temperatures your bodies cultivate, but it’s attempted is appreciated nonetheless. 

It makes you arch above him, lips parting in relief at the reprieve, another moan leaving your lips as your lover plants his feet onto the blanket you’d brought to lie on. 

Youd come out here to stargaze, but with his treatment you’re certain to still see them. Yingxing’s hands take hold of your hips as they slow to a leisurely roll, hands splayed out over the toned flesh of his abdomen to relish the caressing current. 

The light sheen of sweat coating your body cools beneath its kiss, but you can’t thank shiver that racks up your spine for it. No, only on the mans who calloused fingers follow its curve as he ruts upward into the rhythm you’d fallen into. 

Deep and penetrating as he lifts you slowly, sinking you quickly as Yingxing thrusts in tandem so you get fleeting friction to you clit that make your toes curl and your body twitch. 

You enjoy the pace, head lolling back as your fingers lace into his at your hips, pleading a breathless, “like that, I’m close, I’m so close.” 

“I know,” smooth with a hint of gravel to his tone that tells you he’s holding himself back in turn. You can see it on his face, the faint tink in his jaw and the slight flare of his nostrils on his exhale. 

You squeeze him tightly, heaving a salacious sigh on a pointed thrust that hits deeper as he pushes your pelvis down into his. Grinding you slightly for an added shock of pleasure before his hands slide upwards and over your waist before settling at your ribcage. 

He leans up then, one of his hands palming a breast, kneading at the fat of it gently while he wraps his lips around a pert nipple. Tip of his tongue flicking over it as his thumb methodically rolls over the other before his free arm pulls you flush to him. 

Piercing gaze flitting up to you at the sound of your moan as you fall out of rhythm with him, simply grinding into him as you pant for breath. Yingxing blazes a trail of chaste kisses and swipes of his tongue from the valley of your breasts to your throat before he lays flat with you securely to his chest. 

There’s a fervor to him now, hurried and heated with the way he paws at your body against his. Embracing you for a moment before his skilled hands cup the nape of your neck and palm a greedy helping of your ass. 

Near animalistic in his own muted away as a groan rumbles in his chest while Yingxing chases both of your climaxes. Timed perfectly just like the strike of his hammer as he forges or the or a killing blow to the abominations he dispatches, like all things Yingxing does. 

Long digits thread into your hair and perfectly kept nails scrape soothingly along your scalp as you lavish him in affection while he tends to you both. 

Your tongue trails over the scar, darker in hue along his collarbone before your lips purse over his adams apple. Littering loving presses of your lips along the column of his throat, over his defined before capturing his lips with your own. 

Cupping Yingxings face tenderly but holding steadfast as he hastens the pace near desperately. A bruising grip to the fat of your ass as he thrusts in an incessant, hurried yet still even rhythm you can keep in time with. 

You swallow the sounds of one another’s pleasure as your tongues swipe over the other. Echoing choked gasps when you both tip over the precipice of euphoria you’d been teetering on until the moment. 

It’s a pleasant warmth that fills you as you milk him for more while he works you both through the high. Rutting upward slowly and the hungry pawing melts into soothing kneads as if to work out any tension or soreness he could’ve caused. 

You slow the rock of your hips as his hands rest atop them again, the exchange of chaste kisses lessening as well before you untangle from one another. You don’t go far, shifting your weight over for Yingxing to tuck you into his side, hooking your legs together as your head rests on the shoulder of the arm you’re nestled beneath. 

You’re both tacky with sweat but the breeze holds up, rolling winds that shifts the slowly growing grass in his well kept land. He drags his robes when he feels you curl closer into him, bare before the elements likely unpleasant now that you two weren’t working up a sweat. Thanking him quietly as you rest for now, breathing evening as your hand splays over his heart, soft pads of your fingers tracing over some of the tender, raised flesh of lighter scars from shallower wounds of the past. His fingers lace with yours but they don’t hinder your idle action. 

“Look,” Yingxing disturbs the amiable silence with a low tone, index raised for you to follow with your gaze, “we didn’t kiss the meteor shower.” 

You smile, shifting against him to watch the brilliant flecks of light flit over the horizon, “lucky you, I would’ve been upset later if we had.” 

“Lucky me,” hummed as his lips press to your crown, but he doesn’t mean the fortune of witnessing the astronomical event. Though he is blessed to gets to experience it with you. 

[ancientcharm]

Aquae Sulis. Bath, England

Waters at Roman Bath may have super healing properties

A new study, published in the Microbe journal, has uncovered a diverse array of microorganisms in the geothermal waters at Roman Bath that may have super healing properties.

Bath, known as Aquae Sulis during the Roman period, is located in the modern-day city of Bath, England. The Romans constructed a bathing complex and temple at the site of three natural hot springs, which are heated by geothermal activity raising the water temperature to between 40 and 45°C.

The entire process spans 10,000 years, beginning with rainwater that penetrates through the carboniferous limestone rock in the Mendip Hills and the Avon Valley.

The water then percolates through aquifers to depths of 2,700 to 4,300 metres, where it is heated to temperatures close to boiling point, and then rises to the surface through fissures and faults in the limestone rock.

Following the collapse of Roman Britain, the baths were redeveloped over the following millennia. This includes the 12th century construction of a curative bath over the King’s Spring reservoir, the Queen’s Bath during the 16th century, and the more recent 18th century construction.

Throughout the centuries, the waters at Bath were thought to have restorative or healing properties. In a legend based on a story told by Geoffrey of Monmouth, King Lear’s father, Bladud, cured himself of leprosy by trying the waters.

In a recent study by the University of Plymouth, scientists collects samples of water, sediment, and biofilm from the King’s Spring and the Great Bath.

Metagenomic sequencing was performed on the samples for bacterial and archaeal community exploration, revealing 300 distinct types of bacteria, including Actinobacteria and Myxococcota which are known for antibiotic production.

Further tests revealed that 15 of these isolates – including examples of Proteobacteria and Firmicutes – showed varying levels of inhibition against human pathogens, including E.coli, Staphylococcus Aureus and Shigella flexneri.

According to the study authors: “From this data, there is clear potential for novel antimicrobial natural products from the Roman Baths, as has been demonstrated from other thermal hot springs globally.”

This discovery comes at a time when science is seeing a rise in the antimicrobial resistance of pathogenic bacteria to currently used antibiotics, responsible for the deaths of more than 1.25 million people globally each year.

Article by Mark Milligan (June 10, 2024) Heritage Daily

Image Credit : Shutterstock – Alexey Fedorenko

[polo-drone-070]

Prototype Success : The Rubberization of 073

[Experimental Session 4B Log – PDU-070 | Gold Tech Development Division]

Phase One: Subject Initiation and Consent Protocols

The subject arrived precisely on schedule. PDU-073, clad in the standard Level 2 adaptive rubber suit, entered the research facility with the calm, deliberate precision expected of one who had long since surrendered individuality to the Hive's discipline. Its posture was perfect, its gaze steady, and — crucially — there was no hesitation detectable in its neural activity scans as it approached the experimental array.

PDU-070 observed from the command console, offering no prompt. It had been critical from the start that the subject volunteer — that the suggestion to serve as test subject arise spontaneously from the drone’s own conditioned allegiance. Theoretical modeling had shown that without a true internalized desire for deeper transformation, the merging process would encounter catastrophic resistance. Failure would not merely be probable; it would be inevitable.

As calculated, 073 offered itself unprompted. The ritual of consent was minimalist, almost beautiful in its simplicity: an acknowledgement of trust in the Hive, a surrender not coerced but embraced. The process could now proceed.

Phase Two A: Full Organic Conversion

073 stepped into the resonance chamber without external assistance. Once enclosed within the transparent cylinder, the first phase of preparation commenced: ingestion of the nanopolymer primer, a viscous black solution designed to accelerate molecular bonding between organic and synthetic matrices. The drone complied without hesitation, swallowing the compound that would erase the last structural defenses of its organic body.

Temperature controls activated, raising the ambient heat to optimal thresholds for polymer activity. PDU-070, hands poised above the console, triggered the overhead release. From the ports above, a deluge of molten black rubber poured onto 073’s head, cascading over shoulders, chest, legs — every surface engulfed, every pore infiltrated.

Simultaneously, telemetry began flashing urgent updates. Bonding rates accelerated beyond projected models. Organic dermal layers dissolved into the invasive polymer without stabilizing intermediate phases. Internal distribution of the rubber was not confined to the epidermis: mucosal membranes, vascular structures, muscular tissue — all were being subsumed at a geometric rate of expansion.

PDU-070 noted the critical markers. Rubber-to-organic ratio: 30%. 45%. 60%. Commands to decelerate infiltration were issued, but the nanopolymer matrix had achieved self-determinative momentum. It would not be stopped.

Inside the chamber, 073 wavered briefly under the physical onslaught, the polymer dragging heavily on limbs, saturating every sensory channel. No external sound penetrated the thickening shell. The drone’s lungs pulled synthetic-laced air, even its breath tinged with the chemical signature of its impending rebirth.

Only one variable remained within influence: the mental integrity of the subject.

Phase Two B: Cognitive Preservation through acceptance

PDU-070 monitored closely, searching for any signs of panic — cortical spikes, sympathetic nervous system activation, desperate flares of self-identity struggling against the tide. But there were none. 073’s mental signature flattened into perfect compliance, surrendering every vestige of resistance, allowing the invasive rubber not merely to overwrite its body but to co-opt it as new substrate.

This was the fulcrum point. Had 073 resisted — even slightly — its consciousness would have fragmented, leaving an empty, mindless husk. Instead, discipline held. Training triumphed.

The transformation raced onward.

By the time the rubberic wave crested, there was no organic matter left to catalog. PDU-070 observed, clinically and without sentiment, as the drone’s craniofacial features dissolved into the default smooth template of the Level 2 drone form: featureless, identical, unblemished. The last tactile echoes of human anatomy were gone; there was no mouth, no ears, no eyes — save for those now reconstructed through will alone.

The organic body had ceased. What remained was a living construct of semi-sentient polymer, infused with consciousness, a perfect hybrid of programmable matter and disciplined thought.

073 had not survived by holding onto what it was. It had survived by relinquishing everything it had been.

Phase Three: Stabilization and Form Reassertion

Once structural stabilization had been achieved, PDU-070 initiated the gradual depressurization sequence, venting the chamber’s chemically enriched atmosphere. The rubberic construct that had once been PDU-073 remained standing, motionless, the seamless blackness of its surface reflecting the sterile lighting of the lab. Organic respiration was no longer necessary; indeed, there was no respiratory tract in the traditional sense, yet the entity continued to draw air into functional pulmonary analogues maintained purely by cognitive memory of breath.

PDU-070 engaged the external comm link, voice transmitted clearly into the chamber's interior. “PDU-073, report status.”

A reply came, delayed and muffled. The sound was imperfect, distorted by the lack of any defined oral cavity. “I hear,” came the response — intelligible but stripped of natural articulation.

PDU-070 noted the anomaly, adjusted auditory sensitivity parameters accordingly, and stepped forward, interfacing through the external console. The containment cylinder retracted with a low hiss, releasing the synthetic drone into open lab space.

“Movement systems remain operational,” 070 observed clinically as 073 took its first steps. The drone’s balance, proprioception, and kinetic control remained intact despite total morphological reconstruction. However, sensory dissonance was immediately evident; the absence of a mouth, of facial features, created perceptual gaps in the drone’s mental map of self. The drone moved its hands hesitantly to its face — but there was nothing to feel, only unbroken smoothness.

PDU-070 provided immediate instruction, voice clear and authoritative. "Focus. Visualize your human face. Memory is your template. Thought must now sculpt form."

073 hesitated, the confusion palpable, but then lowered its hands and closed its optical nodes — or rather, the neuro-polymer interface that replaced them. Concentration stabilized. First, a shallow indentation where the mouth should be. Then, rudimentary ocular cavities. Nasal ridges. Imprecise, blurred at the edges — but a form nonetheless. 073 had not managed to visualize its former self and had instead latched to reproduced the only face in sight : the one of 070, though only in shape.

The drone spoke again, voice clearer this time, articulation improving as the polymeric mass adapted under directed will. “...Better,” it stated.

PDU-070 activated a reflective surface on the adjacent wall, offering visual feedback. “Observe. Adjust pigmentation. Reinforce the self-image. Refinement requires consistency.”

PDU-073 approached the panel, studying its reflection with dispassionate intensity. Its face, though still black and gleaming, gradually cleared to form a perfect replica of PDU-070. "Now try again to visualize another face, to feel your mouth, nose, eyes, and move them around. You will have to do intense visualisation training to get a face without needing to look at it directly. But for now, focus and observe changes you can trigger."

Hair simulation proved more difficult; attempts resulted in inconsistent extrusion of fibers before collapsing back into smoothness. PDU-070 anticipated such difficulty — hair required an order of magnitude more complexity in mental modeling than simple facial topology — and offered additional instruction.

“You will improve with repetition. For now, prioritize stability. In cases of cognitive strain, allow form to revert to base template.”

The drone acknowledged with a nod, the movement practiced and precise.

Even so, PDU-070 knew that this state of stabilization was fragile. The form was not autonomous but required active maintenance — a constant act of mental discipline. Without continual cognitive reinforcement, the body would revert to default: a smooth, faceless effigy of obedience, devoid of individuality, awaiting only new commands.

And this was precisely the design’s strength. In this state, PDU-073 could be rewritten at will. Identity could be reshaped, overwritten, enhanced — or erased — depending solely on the needs of the Hive. Resistance was no longer a factor. It had been rendered obsolete.

PDU-070 logged the results with clinical satisfaction. The first successful transcendence of flesh into Gold Tech — not merely a physical upgrade, but a philosophical one. A future in which the Army would no longer be composed of soldiers struggling with imperfect willpower, but of living instruments of perfect submission.

In front of the reflective panel, PDU-073 stood silently, still adjusting to its new existence. Its former body was gone. Its mind, though intact, was now defined by obedience, acceptance, and purpose.

The Gold Army would be unstoppable.

_________________

Feeling the lure of that consuming rubber ? To get the proper training you need to undergo conversion, join the Gold Army first. Contact Gold recruiters @polo-drone-001, @brodygold or @goldenherc9 to begin your journey.

[genacity]

ᚙ GENACITY’S KINKTOBER 2023! ୭ৎ

hello everyone, it’s gen! this year, i’ve decided to participate in kinktober to make up for the lack of content i’ve been producing. to put it short, i’ve been super busy and demotivated because i haven’t played hoyo games in a while. but, i thought it’d be fun to crank out a few halloween themed stories for you guys to let y’all know i’m still alive. every monday and friday of the month i will be posting a blurb or story with one character and a few kinks. so, without further ado, genacity’s 2023 kinktober prompt list!

the kinks written in this masterlist may be considered graphic or extreme for some audiences. please be advised.

this may or may not include mythical species / monsterfucking (vampires, lycanthrope, ghosts, etc), bondage, aphrodisiac / drugging, somnophilia, unhealthy obsession, blood (no gore), impact play, etc.

in all works, each party explicitly verbalizes their concent and is aware they are consenting. in the case of established relationships, it is to be interpreted that the couple has mutually agreed to anything beforehand (ex. somnophilia, aphrodisiac, etc). and is aware and okay with what their partner is doing. safewords are present, consent is key.

this masterlist will also be multifandom to reach more audiences and test my comfortability writing for new media.

as always, minors, do not interact with any of my works or me in general. this blog contains mature content.

thank you for choosing whorror airlines. ✈️

OCTOBER 2. gojo satoru

your boyfriend gojo satoru is convinced you’ll never be able to knock him off of the pedestal he stands on. saying he’ll always be the one to fuck you good and straight, that you’ll never one up him. maybe it’s time to show him that he’s not always right.

bratty! first time sub! gojo, overstim, dacryphilia, anal penetration & fingering, hair pulling, dumbification

OCTOBER 6. rengoku kyojurou

when a clueless hashira wanders into your layer of operations, you can’t help but put up a fight— and admire his fat tits through the inconvenient tear in his uniform you inflict.

demon! reader, masochist? rengoku, feminization, body worship, praise, nipple play, impact play

OCTOBER 9/10. armin arlert

as a vampire and a parent, it’s hard to find a babysitter that’ll stay up all night with your nocturnal little one while you’re at work. luckily for you, armin is here to get the job done.

vampire! parent! reader, babysitter! armin, blood kink, blood sucking, slight pain kink, handjob

OCTOBER 13. vi (league / arcane)

after coming home from a long day of work, your darling girlfriend vi surprises you with some gourmet chocolate. a sweet affection laced with something she thinks she’ll get away with, little does she know that you know her all too well.

afab! reader, aphrodisiac chocolate, degradation, cunnilingus, fingering, spanking, slight overstimulation

BREAK. OCTOBER 15 — 21.

OCTOBER 23. kaeya alberich

as a werewolf, it’s hard to control your animalistic urges as is. but while in a heat; dizzy and restless and constantly feverish with your tease of a boyfriend around, it just gets that much more difficult.

amab! werewolf! reader, breeding kink, heat, anal pen, “monsterfucking”, spanking, belly bulge, established relationship

OCTOBER 27. simon “ghost” riley

you and your partner ghost have to train on how to get out of hostage situations. luckily for you, you’re good at tying knots.

sadist! reader, masochist! ghost, bondage, temperature/wax play, suggestive