#that has to be increasing and intensifying too

[kurosaaki]

THINKING ABOUT SOFT DOM!TOJI.

WARNINGS: smut—soft dom!toji, vaginal sex, big dick toji, creampie, unprotected sex, size kink (i guess?), praise, pet names (doll, baby, princess), use of ‘slut’ (twice), use of ‘bitch’ (once). this has absolutely no plot lol.

SUMMARY: toji is not known for being a gentle lover. but sometimes, once in a blue moon, it happens. the stars collide, the planets align and suddenly he’s treating you like his princess. don’t get too comfy tho, he’s still a bastard even in his softest moments.

TAGS: @driaswrld

A/N: my first jjk post ever ahhhh bye im doing cartwheels. reblogs are appreciated!

Toji's eyes softened as he watched the tiny tears welling in your eyes, realizing that the pleasure was almost too much for you to handle. He caressed your cheek gently, grazing your tears with his thumb.

"Shh, s’alright, doll," he whispered soothingly, his voice gentle and comforting. "I got ya. We can take it even slower…”

Toji began to withdraw, his movements feverishly slow and temptative, easing the pressure on your sensitive walls, making you feel a familiar warmness building up withing you.

His lips pressed against your forehead, his voice filled with reassurance. "Big breaths, doll. Feel it, let yourself adjust, baby. We don't have to rush…yeah, that’s it."

Toji wasn’t a very gentle lover when it came to sex. He was all about spanking, hair-pulling, light choking, hickeys, dirty talk…you name it. But once in a blue moon, he’d change his ways with you on the bed.

Tonight was one of those nights.

Shallow thrusts, small whimpers leaving your lips and his ragged breaths filling the room. Your wetness coating his cock, his balls sticking to your slick cunt with each thrust. It was all too good for you to not roll your eyes back in pleasure. He peppered soft kisses along your neck, his dark hair grazing your skin making you tickle.

You were in heaven.

“Toji— just like that, please…” You moan as he thrusts slowly, stretching your tight walls at a slow yet agonizing pace. Your legs locked around his waist, keeping him on a lock that’d drive him crazy as always.

“Like that, huh? Y’like this feeling, don’t ya?” he mumbles, “Being stretched up by me, gettin’ your pretty pussy pounded? Such a good slut. My good slut.”

You couldn’t help but let out small whimpers of pleasure, and his name slipping out of your lips like a prayer. It made him feel powerful. It made him feel like his only purpose was this— to make you drench in pleasure, to drive you over the edge of lustful insanity.

His lips curled into that well-known smirk of his as he listened to your pleas. He changed his pace, his thrusts slow and deliberate, relishing in the tightness of your walls, the way they clenched around him with each hard thrust.

He loved making you feel this way. He loved the feeling of your nails scratching his broad back—to see the marks the next morning—, he loved the way you arched your back as if to seek for more, he loved how you looked so tiny under the man he was.

He savored the feeling of your warmth enveloping him, the way you clenched around him like crazy in response to his movements.

His hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. He circled it slowly, teasingly, intensifying the pleasure that you were feeling

"Tell me, princess," he murmured against your lips, his voice husky. "Does this feel good, huh?"

“Feels so good. So good, Toji—feel so full” you moan at both the feeling of his fingers circling your clit and him inside you, “Oh, Toji, right there!”

Oh, how he loved hearing that.

His fingers continued to circle your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send jolts of pleasure through your body. He increased the pace of his thrusts, his movements becoming more intense as desire coiled tightly within him as well.

"That's it, baby," he growled, his voice filled with raw desire. "Feel me, all of me."

His hips met yours, each thrust hitting that sweet spot that made your toes curl and dig your nails deeper onto his back.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, "You're so fucking sexy when you're like this, doll. Moaning my name, begging for more. Like a bitch in heat”

There he is. No matter how loving, how patient, how smooth or how gentle he tries to be, he still has that demon inside him. You can’t blame him— because you like it.

His movements grew more forceful, his thrusts becoming harder and faster as he chased his own release, and yours as well. You could feel the familiar tightness coiling in you, driving you closer to the edge, making your walls squeeze him.

“Holy fuck, doll!” he gritted between his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut and opening them again,“You’re squeezing me s’tight, damn it— I’m not gonna last long if ya keep it like that”

He gripped your hips firmly, his hands guiding your movements as your legs locked around his waist. His thrusts grew more relentless, hitting deeper and harder with each stroke.

“T-Tojiii,” you whined, squeezing your eyes shut as you bit your lip, “I’m gonna cum! “Please, please— cum inside me!” you whisper, almost breathless as your mind tries to form sentences.

As your legs shake, he holds you steady, ensuring that you're fully supported as you feel the waves of pleasure crashing down onto you.

It’s not long before he breaths in sharply, a small grunt coming out of his lips as he feels he’s letting go as well.

His forehead rests on your shoulder as he gives the last sloppy thrusts, breathing fast as he cums inside you—just like you asked him to.

For a moment, time stood still as the intensity of your orgasms consumed you both. He was still inside you, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composture, at least.

He gathered you in his arms, pulling you close in a tender embrace. "You were incredible, princess" he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "So fucking good. But we’re not done yet— just gimme 5 minutes and i’ll show ya more” he said, chuckling to himself.

Oh, you were in for another sleepless night.

[dark-moonlust]

Lust Beneath the Waves PART 3

Pairing: Kraken x f!mermaid reader

Summary: the time comes for you to lay the Kraken’s eggs.

Warnings: MINORS DON’T INTERACT, 18+!!!, explicit tentacle smut, inaccurate egg preg and birthing procedure, slightly non con at some point, exhibitionism, nipple suckers, Kraken has two 🍆, double penetratiοn, lots of 💦.

This is the full one-shot. It was posted first on Patreon as my patrons get early access Happy reading!!

Find PART 2 here.

The sea was calm, all kinds of ocean creatures swimming around you, a little hesitant of the Kraken monster beside you. Still, they watched from the distance, curious and interested in both of you. Your Kraken mate had ensured everyone knew you were his mate and swollen with his spawn. You were the most famous couple underwater. Kraken took great pleasure at the rumors, relentlessly pleasuring you with his cocks, letting all the sea witness your love and compatibility.

Thanks to those frequent public claimings, the ocean creatures weren’t so afraid of him anymore. True, the Kraken still instilled fear but they also saw him in a new light since he was so tender and passionate toward his mermaid mate.

Suppressing your tired groans, you swam beside your mate, kicking your legs and moving your arms. Despite being filled to the brim with his eggs, you were eager to get some exercise. The last stages of your pregnancy left you feeling clumsy and ungainly and you couldn’t stand not doing anything. The Kraken’s tentacles were all around your body, a reminder that in case you got tired, he was there for you. But each gentle stroke of his tentacles made your belly tighten in arousal, your pussy, too.

Desire hit you, fast and hard and all thoughts of exercising took a different turn.

Floating closer to his massive floating body, you sought the warmth of his embrace. The Kraken sensed your shift in mood, his slimy tendrils coiling around your smaller frame, roaming over your body and caressing your egg bump. His tentacles became more insistent, circling your plump breasts, latching their suckers on your sensitive leaking nipples. You moaned softly, legs opening on their own volition. The tentacles snaked around your thighs, keeping them open as he pulled you against him.

“Kraken, please,” you said, your voice filled with longing.

“Do you need me, little mate?” he drawled, his two cock-like appendages tracing the curve of your bum. “Need me in your soaked pussy and tight little ass?”

You nodded, wiggling your waist to get some more friction. “Need you so much.”

A low rumble and his cock lined up with your holes. One thick cock brushed against the folds of your pussy while the other prodded the tight bud of your ass. You clutched his huge face as best as you could, moaning in anticipation. He rubbed his lubricated cockheads over your holes and pressed inside with a slow but deep thrust. The cocks filled you to the hilt, the dual penetration making you see stars.

“Oh… yes, right there…” you breathed heavily.

He stayed inside you, waiting for you to adjust to the stretch and depth. Face scrunched up in pleasure, you writhed in his embrace, rocking against the throbbing dicks inside you. A low chuckle escaped him as he started fucking you whole latching his suckers onto your breasts, their grip intensifying as they found your nipples, drawing out your milk.

“Mhn—more,” you demanded loudly.

The Kraken obliged all too willingly, lifting your pregnant form up and down on his monstrous cocks. His tentacles were all around you, caressing your belly and every other tender spot of yours. He increased the rhythm, each thrust making your full breasts bounce. You clung to him, whispering little love words, your fingers digging into his thick skin.

You were so close, so close—

A sudden, sharp pain cancelled the rush of pleasure.

You gasped painfully and your mate immediately stilled inside you.

“Did I hurt you, little one?” His eyes met yours with worry.

“Agn—you didn’t,” you gasped, contractions rippling through your stomach. “I think… I think the eggs are coming.”

With a deep grunt, he resumed fucking inside you, his cocks laved in your arousal as he pumped in and out of your holes. You cried out, uncomfortable and anxious. You tried to push him away but his firm grip held you immobile. It was strange and scary because despite the fear of the coming labor, your body seemed willing to succumb to your carnal desires.

“St—stop!” you whimpered, pain and pleasure coursing through you.

Yet he kept going, and you had no choice but to accept him inside your depths, pushing back against the cocks in your pussy and ass.

“Trust me, little one. We must finish this first,” he said, his voice a deep, soothing rumble.

“Can’t!” you whined as his tentacles fondled and pressed your swollen belly.

“You will trust me mate. I shall help you with the birth of our eggs,” he said but this time his voice was strict, demanding your obedience.

Biting down your whimpers, you decided to trust him. The Kraken doubled his thrusts, his cocks delving deep inside you, spurting a cold liquid that had your toes curling in the air. This wasn’t his release, this was different. You clung to him as you were filled to bursting, the cool liquid coating your insides.

“What’s… what’s that?” you managed to ask.

“It’s my birthing liquid, it will help you lay the eggs.”

“It’s too much!”

“You can bear it, little mate. A little more.”

It wasn’t a little more. More like gallons more.

You thrashed and tried to evade him but his tentacles secured you to him strongly as he pumped and pumped that vicious liquid inside you. You were overcome with worry and anxiety. This was your first birth and your mate was fucking a strange substance into you.

“Shh… calm your thoughts,” he said just in time. “I am here. I shall help you through this.”

“I’m so scared. What do I have to do?”

“Once I fill you up, I need you to cum hard and good around my cocks.”

“Hnn… can’t… feels so strange…” you groaned as the contractions grew stronger, but surprisingly, so did the pleasure.

Tentacles fondled your swollen belly as his cocks slammed in and out of your holes in a rapid pace. Your belly had rounded even more with the liquid inside you and you cried out, sobbing breathlessly as you were attacked by pleasure and pain. His suckers nursed your nipples aggressively, the sensations overwhelming, especially when the tip of one tentacle started flicking your clit.

“Cum for me, my love,” he drawled, his eyes fixed on you with need. “Let me feel your pretty holes clenching around me.”

Bliss flew through you and even if you didn’t want to, you trembled in a blindsiding orgasm, your walls clenching and unclenching around the cocks pounding your depths. Your vision faded for a few moments, especially when your mate followed moments later, releasing with a defeating roar. He thrust both cocks to the hilt inside you and bathed your insides in his seed. It was so much, you couldn’t take it all and most of it overflowed your poor holes.

“Mnhhh!” you convulsed, breathing steadily despite the tentacles fucking your holes.

“That’s it, good mate,” he rasped in your mind. “Take it all.”

He continued to fuck you, prolonging your orgasm until you were trembling and spent. Your moans reverberated through the waters.

Rumors had already spread like wildfire; the Kraken’s mermaid was about to lay his eggs and all kinds of creatures had gathered to witness the special moment.

Unbothered by those watching you, your mate slowly pulled out, his appendages withdrawing from your body with wet squelching sounds. The moment his cocks left you, the contractions returned with full force.

“The eggs are moving!” you cried out as the eggs shifted inside you. It wasn’t so painful, more like incredibly uncomfortable since you were filled in both holes.

“Yes, you are about to birth our offspring, my mate,” he drawled lovingly. “I want you to push, my love. Push our offspring out of your cunt and ass. I’ve got you.”

The Kraken positioned you on all fours before him, his powerful appendages restricting your body with ease. He then arranged his tentacles to open your holes to ease the descend of the eggs. Two tentacles gently parted the folds of your cunt, while another two spread the rim of your ass, exposing your fluttering rosebud to any onlooker. The liquid he had filled you with had worked its magic and was helping the eggs exit your body. The eggs were visible, stretching the rims of each hole as they prepared to emerge.

“Yes”, the Kraken said. “I can see the eggs. Push, mate. Push!”

Clenching your muscles, you pushed with all your might, feeling the heaviness and pressure of the eggs. Your mate helped, slipping his tentacles inside your holes and clutching each egg and helping them exit. The stretch was immense, but one by one, the eggs popped from your holes along with the liquid he’d pumped inside you. The Kraken hugged each egg in his slimes, keeping them warm and safe.

“Good job. I’m so proud of you, mate,” the Kraken said, his tentacles wiping away the tears from your eyes. “You’re doing so well. Just a little more, my love.”

You only hummed, distracted by the pressure of each egg. So far you’d expelled three eggs from each hole. Your ass and pussy felt impossibly full and stretched, each contraction bringing waves of pain and relief. It didn’t help that his suckers kept suckling your tender nipples and the rest of his tentacles prodded your belly, guiding the eggs down.

Finally, the last batch of eggs made their descend, your holes dribbling with Kraken cum and his birthing liquid. The Kraken caught each egg, his tentacles protecting their tender shells. Relieved and panting, you collapsed against your mate, utterly exhausted. You could barely hear the cheers of the onlookers at the birth of the Kraken’s offspring. Your mate ignored them too, his focus solely on you. He floated away, his tentacles enveloping you in a gentle embrace while his suckers remained at your oversensitive nipples, absorbing your milk.

“M… mate, it’s too much,” you muttered as the suckers swallowed down your milk.

“I need to keep suckling your pretty buds. I’m absorbing your milk and transferring it to our eggs,” he explained. “Bear it for me, little mate. It is the only source of nutrition for our eggs.”

“Very well…” you trailed off, the health of the eggs mattering more than anything for you.

“Are you feeling alright, little one? Your pussy and asshole?”

“I feel a little sore,” you admitted shyly. The birth had been intense but not as painful or horrible as you’d envisioned. You were thankful to your mate and his constant presence. You couldn’t have done it without him.

“Allow me. I’ll make it all better,” he said, moving you so you were straddling his huge body. Two small tentacles wiggled inside your cunt and ass, causing you to wince. Then you sighed, feeling the sweet warmth of his magic healing you. In a few seconds, you were filled with tingling warmth, feeling healthier than you’d ever been.

“Thank you,” you said softly, all the pain and discomfort melting away. “Can I see our eggs?”

“There they are,” he said proudly as he presented them to you. The eggs were small, incredibly small, just the size of your palms with iridescent shells. Your mate cradled them protectively, his tentacles forming little cots.

“They’re so tiny and cute!” you said, your heart filled with joy. You could see the little wiggling babies through the transparent shells and couldn’t wait for the eggs to hatch. “When will they hatch?”

“In a few days,” he answered. “Once they’ve had enough of your milk.”

“Hmm… so your suckers will be permanently latched to my nipples?” you asked, your body tingling all over.

“I’m afraid so, my love.“

You grinned. “Not than you needed much reason to fondle my breasts.”

“I can’t deny that I love your tits just as any other part of you, my little mermaid,” he whispered, pride and possessiveness in his voice. “You have made me so proud. Our offspring are safe and you are stronger and more magnificent than ever.”

“Thank you, my love,” you said just as lovingly. “I can’t wait to meet our little ones.”

“Soon, we shall meet them soon. Rest now, my mate,” he whispered. “I will take us home."

Did you enjoy? If yes, show some love any way you can. It would make me smile so big 🖤

[siraj2024]

Daily update(14)

Urgent and dangerous

Health in Gaza: The spread of the polio virus in tents in Gaza City.

The alarm bell is sounding again, you who are listening to us. The reality in Gaza is more dangerous than you can imagine. Disease, bombing, destruction and displacement have combined. The siege is now intensifying more and more, and the canned food that is provided is harmful to health.

My family lives in tents, and due to the difficult situation, we cannot get out of this tragic reality. Save us before it is too late.

My children are begging you to come out of the tents, because the place where we live is rife with epidemics and diseases, it has been bombed twice, and it is in danger at any moment.

We have a long way to go, and the situation is getting more painful, oppressive, and dangerous day after day. I hope you can contribute and participate.

20 $ increases the chance of getting out of the tent and into the house.

The campaign is documented by @nabulsi and @el-shab-hussein ✅

[0xstarzx0]

NDA: Inspired by @starkeyisthelastname (English is not my native language!!)

The way husband!Rafe would fuck you if he hadn't seen you in days. 😁

He probably would've had you while you were taking a shower. At first, he would've been gentle, wrapping his big arms around you and kissing your neck open-mouthed lovingly.

Things start to heat up when he begins to hear you moaning his name. The fact that his hard dick is pressed against your ass wasn't very easy.

He would growl in your ear and say, "I've missed that, princess. Not being able to touch you for so long might have killed me."

Your legs become too weak to hold your body, so he would make you lean against the wall and press his body against yours, biting your shoulders with the sole purpose of marking you as "his".

He would gently lift your leg to be able to enter you, going slowly and taking his time to memorize every inch of you, your moans, every little reaction your pussy has when he hits that spot that makes you feel tighter than ever before.

You would moan his name, and he would tighten his grip on your hips. He would lean in to your ear and say in a low, sensuous voice, "Say it again, say it like you mean it."

He would turn you around so you're facing him, taking your jaw in one hand, and then he would throw his head back to watch his dick enter you with desire. His other hand would reach between your legs to rub your clit, making sure you‘ll like it

He would groan while looking into your eyes, "I'm going to make you scream until you lose your voice." And then, he would become rougher. His thrusts would become harder, faster, and more powerful, making you cling onto his shoulders for dear life.

He would growl while bringing his head into your neck, and with each scream you let out, he would increase the pace, to the point that your poor little hole couldn't handle it anymore.

If you don't scream loud enough? No problem, he'll yell "Louder, I want to hear you scream my fucking baby name!" And if you don't comply, he might even slap your face to make you scream.

Not hard enough to truly hurt you, but enough to bring you back to reality and make you focus on the intense pleasure he's giving you.

You would scream his name and he would just— lose control, he wouldn't hold himself back anymore. He grab you by the thighs and carry you to your bed, not caring about the fact that both of you are drenched.

He would throw you on your back and pull your hair, pushing into you with a brutal yet sensuous rhythm. The headboard would bang against the wall with each thrust, creating a symphony of sounds that only intensified the moment.

He would watch your eyes roll back and laugh as he felt your fingers scratch his back like a wildcat. His hips would snap back and forth, his thick hardness repeatedly striking your spot, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

He would lean into your ear and whisper in a low, husky voice, "I won't be gentle with you princess, I want you to feel me for days." Those words would ignite a fire in you, your core clenching in response, the dirty promise making your heart race.

And with that, he would speed up his pace, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied and powerful, his promise hanging in the air like a challenge as he pounds into you with reckless abandon. The room would fill with the sounds of your screams and his groans, the bed shaking violently beneath you.❤︎︎

Thank god the children are at their friends' place, giving you the freedom to scream and moan in pleasure as he brings you to the edge of ecstasy. 😇

☔︎︎✈︎

MY COMMAND ARE OPEN!!

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

imagine Miguel O'Hara has bound your ankles and wrist to the headboard with his sticky spiderwebs so your all spread out just for him as he spits on your sensitive cunt before running his rough fingers between the lips. you whine and buck your hips in an attempt against the restraints but he just looks down at you pathetically as if you were an insignificant bug and chuckles at your weak struggle. he’s pushing your knees further towards your chest as your sitting upright. his head lowers down to your slick and hot cunt before blowing his cool air onto your clenching hole. “Miguel” you gasp as he waste no time before attaching his warm mouth to your throbbing clit. he suckles hard as your cunt clenches and slick drips down to your puckered hole. he follows the trail of your juices and his spit all the way down to your arse hole kissing it before moving his attention to your impatient cunny. although he wasn’t too vocal about it, Miguel was a nasty nasty man. he slurps and licks at the hole as he slides his pink muscle into your cunt, flicking up and down, left and right, trying to find that spot to make you sing. he groans into your flesh as you wince and whine and squirm within the binds. “you’re so sweet f’me, mami,” he coos as you sob tremendously. you’re babbling absolute rubbish when he runs his tongue down your pussy. you squeal particularly loud when he nips your clit, the line between pleasure and pain becoming increasingly blurred. he was turning your mind to glittery putty and loved every minute of it. he was finally indulging in a fantasy he’d had for a long time. he wondered if you’d sit on his face next, but that was for another day. his mouth found its way to your sore clit, his lips wrapping around the bud while his finger rims around your hole. the hot tears increase ten fold when he slips a finger in and immediately curls in upwards, finding your sensitive spongey spot. your legs twitch and tremble while you try to run away but his free hand holds a firm grip against your plush thighs. you were gonna be a good girl and give him what he wants. your tummy flipped as a slick oozed out and you could feel your orgasm coming very quickly. you were so so so close. he could feel it. maybe that's why he intensified his sucking and added another finger. whatever it was, the feeling was now replaced with something a lot more stronger. 

your toes curled painfully hard, your eyes rolled all the way back, you’d stop breathing at one point, your thighs were twitching, your cunt was trembling and your vision was white and black. you opened your eyes to find Miguel's pretty face looking back up at you: infatuated. his face was dripping with both of your juices. it was so fucking nasty, “you’re such a messy girl, baby,” he teases.

“i’m gonna make sure that you squirt like this next time sitting on my face,” he remarks as your mind wanders off.

[transform4u]

I woke up this morning and found out Id been hacked, and the hacker had sent my nerdy best friend a file named “americanalphajockbro.mp3” but I have no idea what it is. I tried messaging him to tell him not to listen to it, but he’s not responding at all. I hope he’s okay, Id heard some strange virus is going around…

As you open the “americanalphajockbro.mp3” file, the initial silence stretches, an eerie quietness that seems almost too perfect. Then, out of the nothingness, a faint buzzing begins to permeate the stillness. The sound starts as a low, persistent hum, like an electric current struggling to stabilize. It has a metallic edge, a synthetic quality that seems to vibrate through the very air.

Gradually, the buzzing evolves into a more aggressive noise, filled with discordant grunts and the harsh clashing of metal. The grunts grow more pronounced, each one carrying a weight of effort and strain. The metal crashes with a forceful clanging, resonating like a rhythmic hammer pounding on a forge. These sounds start to take on a rhythmic pattern, as if forming a chaotic symphony of power and exertion.

Your head begins to feel a fogginess creeping in, a mental haze that obscures clarity. Thoughts become sluggish, like trying to wade through thick, heavy fog. It’s as though your mind is being weighed down by the intensity of the noises, struggling to keep up with the rapidly increasing din.

The grunts, now louder and more insistent, echo within your consciousness. Each grunt feels like a reverberation through your very being, growing in intensity until they seem to invade every corner of your thoughts. The metal clashes turn into a cacophony of discordant clangs, overwhelming your senses and making it difficult to discern any other sound.

Amidst the growing chaos, a country song begins to hum softly in the background, an incongruous yet persistent melody that seems to contrast with the tumultuous noises. The twang of the guitar and the mellow tones of the vocals create a strange juxtaposition against the harsh clashing and grunting, adding a layer of surreal calmness to the sensory overload.

As this soundscape continues, a heat starts to radiate from within your body, an intense warmth that spreads outward. The heat seems to emanate from deep inside, radiating over you with a force that feels almost tangible. It courses through your veins, a vivid, encompassing heat that contrasts starkly with the foggy confusion of your mind.

The heat seems to transform your weak, nerdy frame, melting away the previous state of vulnerability. You start to envision a powerful, muscular form emerging from the haze. Your body morphs into a formidable ensemble of muscle and sinew. The V-shaped torso, broad and well-defined shoulders, and meticulously developed muscles become apparent. Each muscle group is a testament to rigorous training—chiseled chest, bulging biceps and triceps, and abs carved into a six-pack of relentless effort.

The veins running along your newly formidable arms and legs are visible networks of strength, evidence of intense commitment to physical fitness. Your posture is now relaxed yet exudes confidence, each movement fluid and deliberate, reflecting an effortless grace born from intense training.

Your face transforms as well. The strong jawline, rugged charm, high cheekbones, and tanned skin speak of both determination and an active lifestyle. Your eyes, now sharp and twinkling with charisma, are set beneath well-defined brows. The smile that emerges is wide and inviting, revealing meticulously maintained teeth.

The once weak and nerdy body has become a powerful, charismatic all-American jock bro—a figure of physical prowess and approachable charm.

As the buzzing in your mind intensifies, it feels like a wildfire racing through a dry forest, consuming every memory in its path. The flames of change lick away at the remnants of your past, turning them to ash and scattering them into the wind. The once-vivid recollections of late-night Dungeons & Dragons campaigns with friends, the thrill of staying up to catch the latest Doctor Who episode or Spider-Man movie, and the satisfaction of acing every math quiz—these are now nothing more than fading echoes in the wake of the blaze. They're fucking lame as shit.

Those cherished pastimes, once a vibrant part of your identity, now feel distant and trivial, like old, tattered pages in a forgotten book. In their place, a new fervor takes root. Your mind floods with the adrenaline of football games, the satisfaction of rigorous workouts, the robust flavor of protein shakes, and the thrill of flirting with girls. Conversations revolve around gains and flexing muscles, and the smell of BBQ fills the air.

This patriotic passion grows within you, a swelling wave of fervor that crashes against every corner of your psyche. The colors of red, white, and blue seem to paint your thoughts, and the anthem of America plays on a loop in your mind. The very essence of American pride becomes a driving force, a relentless and invigorating surge that propels you forward.

Simultaneously, your appearance begins to transform to match this new identity. Your clothes morph seamlessly into the quintessential American bro attire: a snug, muscle-hugging tank top that highlights your sculpted physique, shorts that showcase powerful legs, and a cap worn backward for that classic casual look. The emblem of a of the Patriots adorns your shirt, and a pair of well-worn sneakers completes the ensemble. Every article of clothing seems to echo your newfound vigor and pride, reflecting the powerful, confident American jock that you’ve become.

Your entire being now resonates with an energetic and unapologetic American spirit, a blend of muscular strength, athletic prowess, and patriotic zeal.

You feel a surge of energy as you receive the text from your bro about hitting the gym and then heading to the bars to pick up chicks. Your old gay thoughts, which used to fill your mind with doubt and uncertainty, disappear in an instant, replaced by a burning desire for muscle growth and American pride.

As you enter the gym, you notice how much stronger and more confident you feel compared to when you first started lifting weights. The sound of grunts and clanging weights fills your ears as bros surround you - their gazes lingering on your impressive physique before returning back to their workouts. You grab a barbell loaded with plates and begin warming up by doing some squats and deadlifts; each movement challenging yet manageable under the weight of this newfound masculinity coursing through your veins.

After an hour-long session at the gym where sweat mixes with dirt from yesterday's football game, it's time for some well-deserved rest before hitting up downtown where all the action is happening tonight! You hop into your truck decked out with American flags stickers - ready not only for another round at lifting but also primed for picking up chicks who appreciate real men like yourself.

You stroll confidently into the bar, taking in the sights and sounds around you. The smell of beer and sweat fills your nostrils as bros jostle for position at the bar counter. Your eyes land on a bimbo chick with huge tits who catches your attention immediately - she's exactly what you're looking for tonight!

"Dude, check out that chick over there," you say to your bro while pointing her out. "She has a pair of cans on her that could launch an aircraft carrier!" You both burst into laughter at how crude yet accurate your observation is.

As she walks past, making sure to sway those hips just right so they catch every man's gaze, she glances over at you and smiles coyly before returning her focus back to her friends sitting nearby. "I bet she wants me bad," you think to yourself as lust fills every pore in your body like an adrenaline rush.

Without hesitation or any concern for respecting women (because let's face it - these types don't deserve it), you move towards your target while casually catcalling from behind: "Hey baby! Wanna ride the Rodester?

The bimbo chick laughs dumbly at your crude joke, clearly not understanding the double entendre but enjoying the attention nonetheless. She then approaches you and starts feeling up your muscles, complimenting how strong they are while simultaneously calling you an idiot for making such a lame pick-up line.

Ignoring her insults, you grab her ass and pull her in for a kiss - taking control of the situation as any true alpha male would do. Her lips are soft against yours as she moans into the kiss, encouraging more aggressive advances from you both on this bar stool that's becoming increasingly uncomfortable under all this heat generated by two bodies colliding together so passionately.

Your bro orders another round of drinks; while you firmly place your around one of those massive melons hanging off this girl's chest as if you owned them.

As you continue making out with the bimbo chick, your mind wanders to thoughts of how much fun it is to be a fucking American bro. You have big muscles, and you take what you want without giving a shit about anyone else's feelings or opinions. Getting drunk, fucking, and working out are your life - they define who you are as an individual in this world filled with weaklings and pussies who don't understand the true meaning of masculinity.

Drinking shot after shot helps fuel this fire burning inside you- pushing your boundaries further than ever before! You don't care about consequences or repercussions because you know deep down that being an American Bro means living life on your own terms without apology or regret for those left behind scrambling to catch up with you at every turn.

[cannellee]

pls i need alpha! Mikey rut hcs (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

ignore this if you’re busy though ヽ(´ー｀)

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

alpha! mikey x omega! reader

— mikey during his ruts

my masterlist : ☆

I don't remember when I received this ask but I know it's been a while and once again I'm sorry for the long long wait!!

ALPHA! MIKEY

mikey is completely in phase with his alpha nature and feels his instincts so strongly.

he is an alpha through and through and nothing about him leaves place for doubt.

as a consequence, he lives his ruts intensely as well. it's like all his alpha traits are heightened for a week.

before his ruts hit, his protective instincts are entirely focused on his omega's well being and her safety.

while he doesn't really like it, he might allow you to go outside without him, but during this period, you know it's better to prepare for the week ahead of you.

you build your nest, assisted by mikey who honestly doesn't really add much to its realisation. he interrupts you every now and then to take a deep breath of your scent. he's always been obsessed with it but it gets worse during his ruts.

afterwards, he scents everything he possibly can and doesn't leave much the house anymore. you do the same thing, since leaving his side isn't really an option.

once his ruts hit for real, you're not going anywhere trust me. he's way too focused on you to let you go : his head is clouded with his desire for bonding and his omega.

I see him mindlessly hugging you tightly while inhaling your even more sugary pheromones. your scent tends to get way sweeter when he's in ruts, probably to answer to his own needs.

his scent also changes, it becomes more potent and to you, it creates an enticing and comforting smell that naturally calms you down. it serves as a subconscious signal of mikey's presence and protection.

however to others, it doesn't appear as soothing. the increase of his pheromones envelopes all of the place where you decided to spend his ruts at (usually at his). moreover, the powerfull scent is noticeable even from outside and is able to drive away potential threats that could set mikey on edge.

he's extremely more sensitive to other people approaching his omega and is likely to adopt a much more aggressive behaviour.

his natural possessiveness intensifies, he become more physically affectionate and tends to have tender but assertive touches, expressing his desire to mark and protect his omega during this vulnerable period.

during his ruts, mikey doesn't get as carried away with his omega as one would think.

his instincts lead the way obviously, which is why his libido is that high. he won't stop until he feels satisfied or that you seem too tired to keep up with him.

his desire for physical intimacy only strengthens the bond you already have. he understands he needs to be considerate and gentle with you, he isn't rough, just intense.

he will mark you though, and a lot. his possessive instincts are extremely high and he has this need to ensure his claim on his omega.

whenever you spend his ruts with him, it always feels like it's the first time he's touching you. he's feeling you, devouring you like a starved man and it makes you feel so loved and appreciated.

he's really attentive and listens to anything you have to say, he's lucid enough to not neglect you. his ruts are not about his pleasure only.

he's very passionate : like on impulse, he's driven by a desire to make his omega cum as much as possible and satiate his own breeding instincts at the same time. he won't let you go until he knows you're full of him.

his post-ruts offer a calm environment for his omega, it's like a reward after the intense days you spent.

expect a lot of affectionate cuddles, a clingy mikey and sloppy kisses and apologies to the freshly made marks and few bites he's covered you with.

he'll get you food and bath you, but you're still not leaving the nest!

he's still feeling a lot possessive and you'll have to stay a day or two together before he gets back to normal. for now, he's still defensive and wary.

you actually like the duality between his protective and gentle personality, his desire to care and provide for you during his ruts, never letting you lift a finger because his instincts command him to ensure his omega's comfort and happiness. and the undeniable contrast with his terrible hostility towards anyone foreign, or not.

he loves you so much and you can feel it so much during his ruts, when all of his focus is on you.

[actual-changeling]

crowley with chronic pain that gets worse whenever he is forced to return to hell is actually so dear to me and it provides excellent angst material

as someone who had chronic migraines and headaches (not anymore luckily, getting away from my abusive parents solved a lot of issues in that regard) i know exactly how irritated and taut it makes you. the pain never goes away and it never stops hurting, at some point it simply becomes your new normal because it's either that or dying.

so crowley returns from an unplanned trip to hell after doing one good deed too many, and the first and only thing he wants after that experience is aziraphale. his angel is familiar, comfortable, and, most importantly, safe; there's no place he feels and is more protected than in the bookshop with aziraphale by his side.

at first, it's one wave of relief after the other, aziraphale hasn't said anything about his slightly unusual behaviour and silence, just brought him a cup of tea and shooed him towards the sofa. crowley is desperate for a nap, he closes his eyes and blocks out what little light still gets through his shades, every ray of sunshine a piercing knife in his optic nerve, and tries to doze off.

just that aziraphale is chatty today. very chatty. crowley loves listening to him, he really does, but hell is noisy, he is completely overstimulated, in pain, and by god he wants quiet. but he's in aziraphale's home, he's a guest, so he can't ask him to stop talking, can he?

light-headed and with increasing pain, he attempts to ignore it.

it doesn't work.

after about an hour, every muscle in his body is as tense as metaphysically possible, his head is a pulsating drum of pressure and agony, and the next time aziraphale's voice intensifies with excitement, crowley snaps.

"for FUCKS sake angel, can you shut up for one minute? please?"

he regrets it immediately. there's no need to look at him, he knows exactly which expression is spreading across aziraphale's face, and he is not going to cry, he won't, he's a demon.

crowley breathes in the silence, once, twice, three times, each inhale more shallow than the last, and then the frayed thread holding him together snaps, too.

he has miracled himself home before aziraphale can open his mouth or he can make it worse, and his flat is dark and quiet, comfortably cool, and he curls up under his sheets. tears run into his silk pillowcase, the only texture that doesn't exaggerate his migraines, and he spirals down an infinite abyss of guilt and self-hatred until he falls into a fitful sleep.

the pain of loneliness far outweighs that of his migraine, and crowley years and regrets and loves like he always does, like he always has, always will.

(if crowley had waited a moment longer, aziraphale would kneeled next to him, concerned)

(if crowley had tilted his head to look at him, his angel would have gently pressed his palm to his forehead and asked what's wrong?)

(if crowley had stayed, aziraphale would have listened to him talk about hell and the pain it causes him, and he would have understood)

(but they're not like that, are they?)

(but they could be)

[totallynotcoffeeturtle]

Sinking Into Your Arms

Masterlist

Cw!: yandere!Scaramouche, possessive behavior, (brief) drowning/suffocation, abduction, (somewhat) suggestive. Tags: merman scaramouche, modern fantasy au, established relationship, gn!reader, open ending. Summary: Scaramouche has finally gotten tired of waiting in one place for you to come back to him.

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You sighed heavily as you walked along the coast, breathing in the salty breeze. Your parents called you back during your vacation, just to rush you to get married. You weren't even that old! They had been nagging you day by day, even on your regular phone calls. Your parents wouldn't understand that you had been dating someone already, even if he can't quite go to meet them.

Scaramouche swam up to the surface the moment he felt your presence. You were gone for way too long! His eyes lit up at the sight of you wearing the necklace he gave you but acted as if he did not care one bit. "Finally care to come back, pipsqueak?," he huffed while taking out a small bracelet designed to your taste. "It doesn't matter. How long are you going to stay this time?"

You looked at him guiltily. You felt horrible for choosing an inland city, making it even more difficult to meet up. "A week at most…?," you scratch your cheek awkwardly while looking away. A dark expression flashes on his face but disappears just as quickly as it appears.

Everyday for the next week, you go to the seashore, at Scaramouche's request, each time bringing a small snack or gift as an apology for leaving him again so quickly. Your parents don't let up on trying to get you to go on blind dates, however. And with their intensifying efforts, your exhaustion also increases, leading to you pouring out all of your complaints on the final day.

Scaramouche smiles almost innocently, his violet eyes glinting under the sunlight. "I have a solution for you." His hands move to pull you down into a deep kiss, each movement slowly claiming the air in lungs as his. His sharp nails dance on the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into delirium before pulling you into the sea with him. 

The cold water pulls you right out of your trance and you struggle against his hold desperately. Scaramouche lets go just enough for regret to fill your eyes, diving back in to give you some much needed air. This time, there is no resistance even when he stakes his claim on your lips, your tongue and even your existence as a whole. He whispers into your ear, his voice killing you into a deep slumber…

"News flash: a resident has been reported missing after going to the seaside. It is recommended to keep your family members, especially children, away from the waters as the current has been rather unforgiving…" Your parents cried, aggrieved at your disappearance. There is nothing they wouldn't give to find you again.

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A/N: oh wow this wip was all the way back from april lololol well happy mermay folks!

[issysfantasyworldsblog]

🔞 Creación de una familia 🔞

Colonel Alejandro Vargas x afab!reader

Notes:

MDNI 🔞, smut, description of sex, missionary, p in v sex, breeding, overstimulation, getting pregnant, some fluff, bad Spanish, no description from the reader, not proofread;

Tell me if I missed any.

Summary:

Hot, steamy sex with Alejandro to get you pregnant.

Words: 648

my socials / my masterlist

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Alejandro finds your moans to be like a beautiful melody, filling every inch of your bedroom as the sound of the bed creaking in rhythm adds to the intimate atmosphere. While thrusting slowly and deeply into your moist depths, he gazes down at you with glazed eyes and tiny droplets of sweat on his forehead.

His typically calloused hands glide effortlessly over your hips, sending shivers down your spine. Your legs are wrapped around his waist, trapping him. A small cry escapes your lips, and your body instinctively arches as his fingers teasingly graze your nipples. In response, his member twitches inside of you, signalling his heightened arousal. The pressure building in your core intensifies with each deep thrust, but Alejandro maintains a steady pace rather than increasing speed or intensity. Your eyes flutter open, and you gaze at him with desperation, yearning to reach climax.

The only word you can utter is "Alejandro..." His gaze pierces you. He knows your desires and needs. Your Colonel leans closer until his face is just a few millimetres from yours. His hands are on each side of your head, enveloping you in your world. Your noses lightly touch, and tears well up in your eyes as you desperately grasp his upper arms.

"Shh... mi amor," Alejandro whispers, gently wiping a tear away with his thumb. "Ten paciencia. Quiero disfrutar esto contigo." He continues, causing your head to fall back and your body to tighten around his member. His pace remains steady, and you are amazed by his patience. Usually, he would be pushing you into the mattress and thrusting vigorously by now.

“Look at me…“ His whispers tickle your ear, so look at him again. “We want to conceive a baby here and I don't want it to be like one of our rough sessions. I want to bundle the love between us for our future child. Do you find yourself, too?“ His words reach you, but you can't answer. You can only nod.

"Good." Alejandro gently places his soft lips on yours, igniting a fervent yet gentle kiss. Your tongues delicately intertwine, moving in a sensual dance. You embrace him, drawing him nearer as your arms encircle his neck.

For several minutes, the two of you remain in this position. However, when he suddenly breaks the kiss, it's clear that his patience has run out and his movements have become faster. “Mi amada… I'm getting close," Alejandro whispers. His penis thrusts in and out, and your tight pussy clenches around him, ready to milk him dry. You let out a whimper as you hear the wet sounds coming from your dripping cunt. 

Your legs begin to tremble, overwhelmed by the intense pressure building inside of you. You cry out his name, urging him to ravage your innermost being. His grunts fade into gentle whimpers and heavy breaths. The two of you are thoroughly aroused from your passionate foreplay.

Your cheeks are wet with tears, overwhelmed by the intensity. Yet, you maintain intense eye contact. The Colonel whispers sweet words as his pace becomes frenzied. His erection spasms, begging for release. Finally, your climax bursts like a balloon, a tidal wave of bliss overtaking you. You scream his name and quiver in his hold, but he doesn't care.

He persists in his haphazard thrusting, his face flushing and his voice calling out your name as he releases his seed into your waiting womb, covering it with his white liquid. Both of you remain silent, with heavy breaths replacing the earlier moans. Alejandro's head falls back, his eyes shut, his excitement slowly subsiding while your hands tightly grip his muscular thighs.

 You are overjoyed as your dream of creating a family draws nearer. Your heart is ready to overflow with love. As you glimpse him, tears of genuine joy stream down his face.

"I am ecstatic for our little one to arrive."

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[httplilyyy]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 || 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍

pairing: leah williamson x reader

summary: the mile high club has some new members

warnings: smut, swearing, suggestive themes, fingering (r giving & receiving), oral (r giving), overstimulation | minors dni

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i had two milky ways and this was the outcome.

woso masterlist

You had been planning this holiday since Leah had torn her ACL. You thought that she could use a well earned break during this time in her career.

At first Leah was a little apprehensive but she soon turned around and couldn't wait for this time away with you. You and Leah couldn't think of anything better. A little get away, just the two of you.

Sitting in the window seat, you placed your hand on Leah’s thigh. The defender looked towards you, her hand resting on top of yours. Turning your hand around, you intertwined your fingers together.

Leah gave your hand a squeeze with a gentle smile, the blonde bringing your hand up to her lips and giving it a soft kiss.

You let a small chuckle escape your lips, shaking your head at her antics. The plane around you shook as it began to take off, your hand tightening its hold on Leah’s.

It wasn’t out of fear, more so out of excitement, not being able to keep it contained. You were practically beaming from ear to ear and so was Leah.

Once the plane was in the air, you pulled a book from your bag and began to read. The blonde next to you huffed as she watched your eyes scan the page.

“Really?” Leah asked, her voice a little louder than the appropriate tone for an aeroplane.

“What?” You wondered, looking up from your book and into her eyes.

“I thought we were going to talk the whole time or something.” Leah said, making hand gestures as she spoke.

“We get to spend the next week together talking or something.” You replied, a teasing tone underlying your voice.

“But what about now?” Leah complained, sounding like a toddler.

“Fine, let me read to the end of the chapter, then I'm all yours.” You said, shaking your head with a huff but Leah didn’t care, happy with the fact you would pay attention to her.

Unfortunately for Leah, she seemed to underestimate how long the chapter actually was. She tried to occupy herself for the time being but it was no use, not finding anything to keep her mind distracted.

She looked at you once more before an idea popped into her head. She moved the armrest, separating your seats and placed her hand on your thigh.

At first you thought nothing of it, until she started to move it higher and higher.

“Leah.” You said warningly, looking up from your book for a split second.

“What?” Leah questioned, feigning innocence before leaning closer to your ear. “Just read your book, darling.”

Her fingers danced against your inner thighs, Leah watching how your chest rose and fell at an increased rate with each movement she made.

With the hand that was on your thigh she pulled your legs apart, stopping once she noticed you weren’t interested in your book.

“Keep reading or I'll stop.” Leah whispered in your ear, pulling the book back up.

You keep one hand on the book whilst the other goes to the seat, gripping it with all your might. You gasp as she places heavy kisses on your neck and after a few seconds your gasps intensify turning into breathy moans.

Your eyes clench shut as she moves her hand into your pants. Too busy kissing your neck she doesn't notice you have long forgotten the book.

You move your neck to the side, allowing Leah more access and choke back a moan as she pressed her fingers against your clit.

As she slips her hand lower, you spread your legs a little wider. She continues her ministrations on your clit causing you to release a filthy groan, accompanied with a whisper of her name.

“Leah, someone could see us.” You moan out, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet.

“Only if you don’t stay quiet.” Leah husked, her teeth nipping below your ear.

Even though you were loving every second of what Leah was doing, you still needed more. Bucking your hips and placing your hand on her wrist, you try to get her to move where you need her the most.

Obeying your silent request, Leah slipped two fingers inside of you. A ripple of pleasure soared through your body, making you tilt your head back into the chair. A moan threatened to escape your lips but Leah quickly covered it up with a kiss.

She curled her fingers, hitting a certain spot causing you to moan against her lips. She repeated the action again and again, making it harder for you to stay quiet.

You pushed your head further back when you felt Leah’s fingers push harder into you, her palm pressed against your clit.

“God, Leah.” You groaned, pulling her in by the neck and into a deeper kiss.

With every curl of her fingers you thrust your hips forward to meet her, desperately wanting to cum. You could soon feel your muscles contract, breathing becoming more uneven and shaky with each passing second.

“Go on baby, cum for me.” Leah said against your lips, smirking as she watched your body convulse with pleasure.

After you came down from your high, you looked at Leah with utter disbelief. She slowly took her fingers out of your pants, not breaking eye contact, and licked her fingers clean.

“Stand up.” You said as you got up yourself.

“What?” Leah asked, looking up at you from her seat.

“Up.” You repeated and this time she did as she was told.

You slid past her and took a hold of her hand, pulling her into the bathroom. You moved Leah in front of you, the force you used made her fall onto the toilet seat. Closing the door behind you, you looked at the blonde with what only could be described as want.

You placed a hand around her neck, using your thumb to tilt her head up to look at you before you crashed your lips down onto hers.

She moaned into your mouth, her hands moving to your waist but you pulled away, stopping her actions.

“You don’t get to touch me,” you said sternly, holding her hands away from your body, “not after that stunt you just pulled.”

“But-” Leah protested.

“No chance. Now it’s your turn to be quiet.”

You pulled her up from the toilet and leant her against the sink, trapping her body between your arms.

Leah placed her hands on your shoulders, gripping the fabric that covered them but you removed them with your hands, placing them on the counter behind her.

You began to place kisses along her neck, occasionally leaving small marks on her skin. Whilst you continued to kiss and suck, you soon found her pulse point. A loud moan elicited from her lips, one that she was unable to contain.

Trying to keep Leah quiet, you pull her closer, her eager and hungry teeth clashing into yours as she kisses you. Your tongue pushes past her lips, holding all power over her in the bruising kiss.

Your roaming hands squeezed at her thighs, nails digging into them making her sigh into your mouth and without any warning, you pushed two fingers inside of her.

Pulling away breathlessly, your eyes are met by her swollen lips and darkened eyes. You nudged her legs apart with a kick of your foot, the blonde not even trying to fight the action as it allowed you more access.

“You look so pretty right now.” You breathed, watching as Leah became a moaning mess.

You curl your fingers, hitting the spot that you know makes her breath shudder whilst your other hand palmed over her shirt-covered breast, pinching and squeezing her nipple through the fabric.

“Fuck y/n.” Leah whispered through heavy breaths, moving her hips with the rhythm of your fingers in a chase for her climax, fucking herself onto your hand desperately.

Your hand made its way up to her face, holding her jaw between strong fingers, “You gotta be quiet, baby.”

Leah nodded, not trusting her voice enough to speak. Her legs began to shake from her soon approaching orgasm, her eyes squeezing closed and lips falling open.

“Eyes. Open.” You muttered, staring into them when she obeyed.

The look in your eyes was enough to pull Leah over the edge, cumming onto your fingers until it dripped down to your knuckles. Her hot forehead, slicked with sweat, pressed against your shoulder with her teeth biting into the nape of your neck to quell the grunt at the back of her throat.

You helped Leah ride through her orgasm, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her steady as she calmed her breathing. But you didn’t stop there.

The defender was going to say something but was cut off by you kissing her. You started to move your fingers again and Leah nearly collapsed from the gesture.

Her skin still tingling and overly sensitive from the previous orgasm. Leah’s body stuttered as you dragged your fingers through her folds.

With a slight dip of your fingers, she let out a lewd moan. Her hand moving down to your forearm, nails digging into your skin as her hips instinctively bucked at your touch.

You pressed your thumb down onto her clit, relishing in the way her eyes almost rolled into the back of her head at the action before coming back to focus on you.

Leah bit down on her lip to suppress what she was sure would be another borderline embarrassing moan.

“You gonna cum again?” You whispered, dragging your teeth along the lobe of her ear.

With the way your hand was working over her sensitive clit, Leah struggled to think of anything to say.

“Come on, you were pretty vocal earlier, what happened?”

This time Leah couldn't contain a groan, her hips beginning to rock almost of their own accord along with the lazy circling of your thumb over her clit.

You could feel her beginning to clamp around your fingers, a noticeable tremble to her body and it was obvious she was close.

Leah’s legs tightened around your arm, making it hard for you to move. Her head was thrown back and her hair was stuck to her forehead. Sweat dripped down her neck as she tried to chase after her high.

With one final curl of your fingers and a firm press of your thumb against her clit, she arched her back off the sink. Her eyes screwed shut, body shuddering as her second orgasm washed over her.

You pulled your fingers out of her, Leah letting out a small whine at the loss. Kissing her softly, you began to trail down from her lips to her jaw, neck, collarbone and then to the valley of her breasts.

You lifted up the bottom of her top to place kisses to her stomach. Leah looked down at you, her hands tangled in your hair.

Kissing just above her waistline, you tugged the elastic of her joggers back slightly when she stopped you. She grabbed your wrist lightly, causing you to look up and into her eyes.

“I- I can’t.” Leah said breathlessly, shaking her head from side to side.

Leah pulled your wrist up and the rest of your body came with it, allowing you to be face to face with her.

“Turn around.” You muttered, placing your hands on her waist.

Confused, Leah did as she was told, her back now flushed with your front. Your lips ghosted her neck as you trailed a hand up to her jaw.

“Look at yourself.” You said, tilting Leah’s face upwards so she looked at herself in the tiny mirror.

Moving your hands back to her waist, you placed them on the elastic of her joggers. Pulling the fabric down, you revealed her soaked panties.

Pushing them aside, you teased your fingers through her folds. She flinched at the touch but a satisfied moan soon tumbled from her lips once you easily slid a finger into her.

Bringing one hand up to hold the back of your neck, Leah pulled you down to press your lips against the side of her jaw and along her throat.

Her eyes fluttered closed, pushing down against your hand. Leah found herself a moaning mess as your fingers worked over her.

Realising she had closed her eyes you pulled away, leaving Leah breathless and aching. She tried to protest, but you shushed her before she was able to get a word out.

“Uh-uh, what did I say?”

“To look at my-myself.” Leah moaned, her thighs shaking as you teasingly slapped her clit.

“Good girl.” You whispered hoarsely.

Slipping two fingers inside Leah, she couldn’t contain the whines falling from her lips.

With every move you made Leah’s body reacted to you; the loud moans and gasps accompanying her restless movement of her hips only made you want her more.

“D-don’t stop, please don’t stop. I’m so close, fuck, so close.” Leah moaned, watching as beads of sweat dripped down the side of her face.

“You gonna cum?” You asked, voice dripping with arousal.

Leah nodded her head frantically, her eyes never leaving her own.

“Words, baby. I need you to use your words.”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, I’m gonna cum.”

Leah’s breathing quickly picked up in pace as the stimulation became greater, her back arch, her bum pressing into your front.

You placed your thumb on her clit and the added sensation made Leah feel as if she was on cloud nine.

Leah’s toes curled, body pushing onto your hand, a loud moan erupted from the back of her throat as her climax finally came.

Once Leah finally recomposed herself she turned around to face you. Her lips were slightly parted, letting short breaths pass them.

“That was-”

“Oh, I'm not done yet, baby.” You smirked, dropping to your knees.

You pulled her panties down to her ankles, trailing kisses all the way down and paying attention to her exposed skin before moving down to place teasing pecks above her clit.

Your tongue flicked her clit and a sudden ripple of pleasure and pain soared through Leah’s body. She squeezed your head between her legs already feeling sensitive from her climax.

Although she was in some discomfort, pleasure soon took over and the moan she released was long and loud, she couldn't have stopped it even if she tried.

“Quiet, sweetheart. We don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?” You mumbled against her clit, locking your eyes as you looked up at her.

She shook her head, biting on her bottom lip. One of her hands tangled itself in your hair whilst the other slipped under her top to play with her breasts.

Leah’s eyes fluttered shut as she succumbed to the pleasure she was feeling. She moved one of her legs over your shoulder, allowing you to get a better angle.

Her skin was covered in goosebumps, hips moving in time with your tongue to chase her building orgasm.

Leah gave a particularly harsh tug on your hair causing you to let out a groan into her core.

The vibrations reverberated throughout Leah’s body and shockingly tipped her over the edge. Only when Leah whined at the overstimulation on her center, you detach yourself from her core and peppered small, loving kisses up her body.

“You okay?” You questioned, placing kisses along Leah’s jaw.

Leah was struggling to focus, panting for breath as her ears rang with the pulsing of blood and her hammering heart beat.

You gave a small chuckle, descending down the blonde's neck, kissing, biting and licking carefully on her pulse point and leaving a small hickey that would fade away in a few hours.

Kissing your way down to her thighs, you grab a hold of her panties and joggers, sliping them back up her legs.

“Perfect.” You mutter with a gentle kiss to her lips.

A knock on the door snapped the two of you out of your thoughts.

“Everything okay in there?”

“Yeah, yup. Everything’s good. J-just girl problems.” Leah rushed out, smacking you on the shoulder.

You hid your face in the crook of her neck, trying to contain your laughter. After hearing fleeting footsteps did you allow the chuckle to escape your lips.

“Just girl problems?” You teasingly questioned, raising an eyebrow at the girl in front of you.

“Oh I’m sorry, did you want me to tell them you were fucking my brains out?” Leah retorted, an unimpressed look on her face.

“Eh, I wouldn't have minded.” You replied with a shrug, a cocky grin forming on your lips.

“I can’t stand you.”

“More like you can’t stand without me. Have you noticed you’re leaning your entire body weight onto mine?”

“Oh shut up.”

“Uh huh. Let's get back to our seats.” You smiled, letting Leah go first.

Ignoring the questioning looks pointed at the two of you, you sat back in your seats just in time for the food to come round.

Leah took a water but you politely declined any food, saying you had just eaten.

“I hate you.” Leah mumbled, resting her head on your shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too.” You smiled, resting your cheek on top of her head.

You could not wait for this holiday and neither could Leah. Especially if it started off like this.

[blue-slxt]

Kinktober 11

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: This one really scratched an itch I didn't know I had. I just keep learning more about myself in this fandom lol. I hope you guys enjoy this one! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: cnc?, Ropes, Restraints, Oral, (F receiving), P in V, Breeding Kink, Squirting, Creampie, Roleplaying, Neteyam being an aftercare king

You stir awake to the sound of rustling around you and the sensation of something tightening around your wrists. When you open your eyes, it’s still the middle of the night, but you snap fully to your senses when you catch sight of Neteyam’s figure looming over you. You try to use your hands to touch him, but find that you can’t move your arms.

“N-Neteyam?...” Your arms strain a bit and you’re met with resistance. Looking up, you see that you’re tied to one of the posts of your kelku preventing you from using your hands.

“Sorry, I-I didn’t want to wake you. I just…just needed you so bad…” he says lust heavy in his voice as his hands start to run up and down your body. He squeezes at your hips and chest and thighs and ass and anywhere else he pleases.

You’re too embarrassed to keep looking at him when he starts to kiss and lick at your nipples and mutters to himself about how soft you feel. Your hands want to cover your face, but he has you secured tight. You finally look at him again when you feel his thumbs hook around your tewng and start to slide it down your hips. You attempt to close your legs to stop him, but he easily overpowers you and keeps your legs open for him.

“Tey, wait…” you start to protest, but he’s clearly not listening when he hikes your legs up to your chest by back of your knees and dips his head between your thighs.

“Ah!...”

Soft, breathless whispers and mumbles about how sweet you taste and how badly he wants you come from Neteyam between the open mouth kisses he places on your cunt.

“Mmm, wanna fill you up. Make you pregnant…fuck…” he breathes while he starts to undo his own tewng. “Neteyam, don’t…” you whine, but it’s no use. His eyes are half-lidded and his pupils wide as he stares down at you pulling helplessly against your restraints. He’s already lining himself up with your dripping pussy. One of his hands cups your cheek and he gently shushes you.

“It’ll be okay, sevin. Just let me use you for a bit, yeah?” he says

“B-but—Ah!” your words are cut of by Neteyam sinking into you. With how wet you are, you can literally hear the sound of each inch stretching you open. Neteyam bottoms out in you with a groan feeling your cervix kissing the head of his cock. His hips start moving almost in their own thrusting into you.

Your head starts to spin with every push of his hips. You can’t stop the small mewls that slip past your lips.

“See, doesn’t it feel good, narlor?” he coos from above you. “So wet for me…” his chin drops to his chest watching how your pussy opens up to take him over and over.

“Nete—Haah! Neteyam, what are you doing?” it takes all your focus to form a single coherent sentence as you start to feel that familiar pressure building in your core.

“Just wanna give you a baby so bad.” He’s losing himself to the pleasure as his speed increases. The sound of skin smacking against skin fills the air while he pounds into you.

“Mmm! Mmf! Tey…you shouldn’t!” you say wiggling under him still struggling to use your arms. The rope he has you tied with is starting to dig into your skin, but the sensation of it starts to get lost under the thick blanket of hormones covering your mind.

“Need…haah, need to fill you up with my baby. Need you pregnant…” he’s devolving into a rambling mess, fucking into you like there’s no tomorrow.

Your toes start to curl feeling that pressure intensify inside of you. You can’t even form the words to get it out and tell him before one of his hands is pressing into your lower abdomen so he can physically feel how deep he’s buried in your cunt. The pressure behind your belly explodes squirting out all over his pelvis and thighs. You mindlessly babble his name over and over as you cum.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so sexy. Argh, shit! I’m going to cum!” he says watching your contorting face.

Your eyes squeeze shut relinquishing yourself to your fate. There’s no escaping the ties around your wrists or the bruising hold Neteyam has on you.

“Open your eyes, sevin. I want you to watch me while I breed you.” He says. He ruts his hips into you hard, punching your sweet spot and making your eyes fly open to look at him. His mouth is open in panting breaths before his rhythm finally falters and heat spreads in your lower half. A deep growl leaves his throat as he lets rope after rope of his thick cum spill into you. His hips keep moving languidly pumping more back into you.

Even when he stops, he doesn’t pull out of you, but instead he just sits there still inside of you while he attempts to catch his breath.

A wild smile spreads across your face when he looks at you.

“How was that?” he asks, chest still heaving.

“That was perfect , my love” you tell him making him snort out a laugh.

“You know, yawne, you have the strangest requests sometimes.” He says leaning down and kissing your forehead.

You scrunch your nose at him, “Whatever, you were so into it. Now, get back in character”.

He playfully rolls his eyes at you knowing he can never say no to you.

“Teyam, c-can you untie me now, please?” you ask meekly, resuming your little game.

“Not yet, sevin. We have to make sure it takes, don’t we?” he says giving you one hard thrust. And true to his word, Neteyam spent hours ravishing your body and filling you to the brim with his seed until you were a writhing pile of mush and even beyond that.

In the end, once both of you were completely spent, Neteyam finally released you from your ties. Your skin burned where the ropes had scraped against your wrists and ankles. Joints were sore from the numerous positions he would contort you into. And your core throbbed from the almost endless pounding you had endured.

He took his time tending to you afterwards. He cleaned you gently with a wet cloth, made sure you drank plenty of water and had something to eat before climbing onto the sleep mat with you and holding you close into his chest.

“We should do this again some time” he suggests with a lighthearted laugh.

“Fine, but next time, I get to tie you up.”

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[iliketangerines]

Mk11 Hanzo hizashi with male reader who’s a samurai- he aids Hanzo and they’ve known each other for a while ((he’s also old like Hanzo- I need some old man yaoi action)) and has fallen in love with Hanzo but fears to confess so he stays quiet but one day in the midst of a battle he confesses his feelings because he is badly hurt and thinks he’s going to die- but he doesn’t die and it bedridden until he heals..but since he’s alive he feels like a fool and expects Hanzo to look at him in disgust but he doesn’t..instead Hanzo tends to his wounds, feeds him, bathes him, and reciprocates his feelings.

what a fool

a/n: ah yes the old men, i love them

pairing: hanzo hasashi x gn!reader

warnings: canon-typical violence

you sit by Hanzo, listening to him explain the situation about the clan that had started to invade their grounds, and you nod, listening to the baritone of his voice echo in the meeting room

he dismisses the meeting with the final explanation of the increase in patrols and group size, and then he looks to you and sighs in exhaustion, shoulders loosening and eyes looking tired

you say as much, standing up from your seat at the same time as he does, and he shoots you a glare, the smile on his face betraying his amusement

walking out of the meeting room with him, he says that he’s just been worried as they’ve been terrorizing the villages underneath his protection and stealing their wares and food

you hum and nod, walking alongside him with your hands tucked into your robes, and Hanzo lets you follow him to the kitchens, where he brings you to the kitchens and lights a fire, placing a pot of water over the flame

the both of you let the silence surround you, only the sound of the outside world filling your ears, but the neither of you feel the need to speak, only needing the presence of each other

at least, that’s what you hope he’s also feeling as you sit on the counter of the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil over

you have harbored feelings for him for a while now, even before he had offered you a place in the clan as a mentor because he knew of your skill with a sword

accepting his offer had only led to your feelings intensifying now that you spent every waking day with him as his second in command, and the two of you had a comfortable routine

the morning would be spent training, sometimes with each other, sometimes with your respective initiates, wooden props clacking against each other as the two of you sparred as a demonstration to the trainees

with the sun came lunch, and the two of you would eat together, listening to the conversations of the Shirai Ryu mentors and trainees

the rest of the daylight was used to have meetings, plan out training regiments, approve shipments and diffuse any arguments between the members of the clan

and then as the sun set, he would make the both of you a cup of tea and the two of you would make idle chatter until the chefs kicked the both of you out to start making dinner

dinner was spent in Hanzo’s personal dining room, and the two of you just listened to each other speak or to nothing but the plates clink against each other

of course, you think that he likes you back, a lingering hand on your shoulder, a second too long spent staring into your eyes during a spar, but then again, he still mourned his son and wife

you’re not quite sure what to think as you watch Hanzo pour the water out of the pot and into a tea cup and hand it over to you

he pours his own drink, and as you wait for the water to cool down, you ask whether or not he would send supplies to the ravaged villages

the grandmaster nods, saying he will discuss with the rest of the council to decide on the optimal amount of supplies to send

you hum and nod, asking who will be sending the supplies, and he replies that he and you will, as a gesture to the villages that they are not scared of the invading clan

sipping on your tea, you mumble out an alright, thinking back to your weapons and how you would need to sharpen them soon then

the both of you finish your tea with idle conversation about the initiates, their training and their progress, their key mentors and their own training

as the both of you finish your cups of tea, the head chef enters the kitchen and kicks the two of you out, and you wander around the compound with Hanzo, checking on the different training grounds to see how everyone was progressing

dinner arrives as the moon rises in the sky, and the two of you disappear into Hanzo’s personal dining room, thanking the servers for your food before digging in

today, the room remains silent as the two of you eat your meals, but neither of you mind, moving in tandem to grab food from the dishes in the middle

soon, the plates are empty, and the two of you stand up

Hanzo walks with you to your bedroom, taking in the sights of the Fire Gardens that the two of you pass

you open the door to your room and give your grandmaster a bow and then close the door and turn on the lights

the rest of your routine is monotonous, combing out your hair, showering until steam fills the room, drying yourself off with a soft towel, dressing yourself, brushing your teeth, washing your face, and then tucking yourself into the covers of your bed

you curl up onto your side and stare at the wall, shooing away the thoughts of how warm Hanzo would be in bed curled up next to you

he would be warm, you know he would

perhaps his arms would curl around you and hug you close or perhaps he was a messy sleeper and took up more than half the bed

you wonder if he always smells like smoke and clean ash, and you wish you could tuck your head into his neck and let his scent envelop you

daydreams fill your head as your eyes droop close, and finally you fall into sleep’s arms and enjoy the soft gentle curl of Hanzo’s fingers intertwined with yours in your dream

too soon the sunrise wakes you up, the light beaming through the slats of your blinds, and you sit up in your bed, rubbing your face with your hands

you trudge out of the bed and to the bathroom, trying to get yourself to wake up before you arrive at morning training

eventually, you wake up as the first splash of water hits your face, and the rest of your routine goes by quickly as you dress into your training robes and walk on over to the training grounds

today, you would be watching over the senior group of initiates, ready to either graduate into samurai of the Shirai Ryu clan or spend more time in training

the morning goes by quickly as you watch each initiate spar with another, giving them notes at the end of each round, and at the end of training, you beckon the winner of each round to fight against you

you let them attack you, dodging and blocking each one easily and talking them through their moves as they continue to try and hit you

by the end, when you have them pinned down on the ground or a wooden sword digging into their neck or chest, you tell them your final notes and dismiss them all for lunch

it’s a rush of laughing and talking as they leave, and you find Hanzo standing by you, ready to walk with you to lunch

you smile at him and allow him to walk you to lunch, sitting down in the seat and listening to the idle chatter of the mentors and the trainees

the both of you finish lunch and walk over to the meeting room, sitting down by each other and setting up the map and pieces for when the other council members decide

it goes by in a breeze, Hanzo and the council deciding on how many supplies to send to the villages unanimously, the both of you would leave after dinner to deliver the supplies and would arrive by the time sundown arrived the next day

the meeting adjourns with a little more time before teatime, so you walk over to the weapons room, drawing your sword and laying it down as you prepare the whetstones for sharpening the blade

Hanzo watches intently as you sharpen the sword, and he doesn’t say anything as you concentrate on your task, pressing your lips together as you focus

you finish and blink at him, asking if he wanted to sharpen his weapons, and he nods, pulling out his rope dart and giving it to you for you to sharpen

you continue your work, making sure the edges were razor sharp and would be able to cut through bone like paper, and Hanzo hums in approval as you hand him back his weapons

he helps you stand up and put away the whetstones and takes you to the kitchens, boiling the water and serving you your favorite tea

neither of you speak, thinking of the upcoming envoy mission, going through battle strategies in your mind in case of a surprise ambush

the both of you move silently as you walk to the dining room and eat dinner in silence

tightening the sword sash on your side, the both of you stand and thank the server and walk over to the envoy preparing to leave

both of you walk around the carriage, checking on the supplies and doing a headcount of all the soldiers coming with you, and check that the horses were healthy

with one more once over, the two of you sit in the back of the carriage and pound on the headboard, indicating to the driver that they should start driving

the steady sway of the carriage starts, and Hanzo tells you to rest first and that he will wake you up when it is time

you frown but don’t protest against your grandmaster and get comfortable on the bench, resting your forehead against the headboard and closing your eyes

the dreamland is restless tonight, nothing quite happening in the darkness of your mind, and you awake as the sun hits your face, eyes fluttering to find Hanzo staring at you intently

you blink away the sleepiness, asking him why he didn’t wake you up and rubbing your face with your hands to try and get rid of the tiredness, and Hanzo waves you off, saying that he felt fine and that you should sleep more

frowning at him, you say that you’ve slept long enough and that he should sleep now, and Hanzo frowns right back at you

you scowl at him, crossing your arms, and he sighs and closes his eyes and leans against the headboard as well to sleep

a feeling of triumph fills you, and you smile at nothing in particular before realizing how dumb you must look and settle back into a straight face

there’s only the sound of the rattling carriage and hooves against the ground as the carriage moves forward, but as time passes, something feels wrong

something moves in Hanzo’s window, and you barely have time to react as you pull Hanzo out of his seat and onto the floor as a sword stabs through the side

the carriage halts suddenly, sending you stumbling into the door of the carriage, spilling out onto the ground and rolling yourself to land on your feet

your grandmaster leaps out of the carriage, mask engaged and hands flaming with fury, and you draw your weapon as well, the foreign warriors moving to attack the both of you

none of them are up to par with you or Hanzo’s fighting skills and are easily killed, blood staining your outfit and your sword as you move through them training dummies

they fall to the floor like ragdolls, and you move in a blur, looking back at Hanzo easily dispatching them

a sudden pain shoots through your arm, and you let out a grunt, spotting an archer in the distance, aiming their bow toward the grandmaster again

you ignore the arrow in your body as you rush towards Hanzo, pushing and slashing through the bodies as you cover him with your body from the arrow, the metal stabbing through your chest and making you groan in pain

you don’t get the chance to see Hanzo’s surprised face as you turn around and continue fighting with your sword, breathing getting louder with each second

cutting down the last invading soldier, you fall down to one knee, gasping for air and look down through blurry vision at the blood staining your robes

Hanzo is next to you, picking you up into his arms and bringing you back to the carriage and placing you on the floor as he tears off your robes and assesses the damage

he mutters underneath his breath that it isn’t a normal arrow, it’s different and has barbs in it to cause even worse damage, and you laugh that it isn’t good

your vision swims, only Hanzo’s face clear in your gaze, and you bring your hand up to his face, frowning at the blood on his skin

you then bring up your other hand, squishing his cheeks and saying he looked so cute like this, being squished, completely forgetting about the blood on his face

he’s saying something, you can’t hear him over the ringing, and you just shush him, lightly patting at the side of his face, words slurring together

you blink up at him as black creeps up at the edges of your vision, and you say that you love him before you fall limp in his arms

just like earlier, the dream world is empty and black as you float in it, and you really hope this isn’t where you’ll spend the rest of your afterlife

it’s dark and boring, floating in a space you can’t move in, and so you close your eyes again and wait for something to happen

there’s something warm on your head, softness surrounding your body, and you open your eyes again, immediately squinting at the bright lights

and then, you see a shadow hover over you, eyes finally focusing on the face of Hanzo, and you just blink at him

suddenly, you remember the last words you said to him, and your face flushes as your mouth gapes open, trying to find words to explain to him what you meant

Hanzo smiles at you, saying that you don’t have to explain anything, and he helps you sit up to change your bandages

there are no words exchanged between the two of you as he unwraps the bloodied bandages, and he applies a salve to it and rewraps the bandages around you tightly

helping you lay back down on the bed, he explains that he made it to the village with most of the other warriors and distributed the supplies already

and then, he grabs onto your hand and squeezes it gently, saying that he loved you as well, as more than a friend

you gape at him, words dying in your mouth for a completely different reason, and he just smiles and asks if he can kiss you

nodding at him, he leans down and kisses you, lips soft against yours and beard slightly scratching at your skin

you could most definitely get used to this

[gaysindistress]

Cigars, Crossbows, and the Helion’s heart

disclaimer: credits to original creator/poster of image/gif. found on google/Pinterest

Credits to @trashpostingforthesoulisold for the amazing fanart that inspired this all

pairings: Karlach x f!reader

Summary: based on this little blurb

Warnings: cussing, mild violence, cannon level talk of blood, death, and gore, character death

Word count: 2k

A/n: a whopping total of one person asked for a full fic and who am I to deny them? so here it is my love @dungeonsdragonsandlawyers 💕

Baldur’s Gate; a city of mischief and mayhem. A city where the law is just as corrupt as the criminals who run the streets. A city where there is no difference between good and evil because it all blends together. A city where the poor pray to a ghost, a myth, a legend, an old forgotten god some might say, to help them survive this rotting devils’ hole. A city where there is only one that can save it. Every lawman worth their salt has come to track down the Helion of the Gate but with nothing to show for it save for a few broken bones and shattered dignities. The current leader, the high and mighty lord Enver Gortash, has offered thousands in reward for the capture of the Helion. His ever increasing desperation to find this ghost has made him sloppy and a bit stupid if I’m honest. He paces back and forth in the small waiting area of my work apartment, nearly burning holes in the expensive rugs under his feet. For the better half of an hour, he’s been doing this, mumbling to himself, and completely ignoring me as if I’m a statue rather than a person. Every time I try to speak up, he shots me a deadly look and continues on with his nervous behaviors. I glance over at the clock and let out a deep sigh through my nose before pushing off of the small chaise lounge I'd been sitting on. Walking over to the little bar cart, I pour myself yet another bitter tasting drink and swallow it in one gulp. As I go to pour another, the pacing feet come to a halt and I feel his heavy eyes on my back. Enver finally speaks, “She’s visited you, hasn’t she? She’s been here, hasn’t she?” I take a moment to brace myself and take a deep breath before turning to face him. There is a wild look in his eye, too similar to that of a wolf backed into a corner for my comfort. “How would that even be possible, Enver? You have me guarded better than you do yourself I imagine. There is no earthly way that she or anyone else for that matter could get in without your knowledge.” My words don’t have the easing effect that I had hoped they would and that look has intensified to a truly terrifying level. He narrows his eyes at me before taking a deep breath of his own and looking over my shoulder through a window that overlooks the city. “When was the last time you saw her?” “That night.” “The night she tried to kill me?” While he is not looking directly at me, I know that he sees me nod my head. It’s almost more terrifying that he’s not looking at me, that he’s refusing to humanize me as he questions and accuses me. There have been few times where I have faced his wrath but now is most certainly not a time I wish to experience it. Enver is not a violent man but he is a calculated and cunning man who has no fear of consequences. He’s willing to lie, manipulate, and assassinate whoever he needs to to get what he wants. I may be in his favor for the moment but I am not so disillusioned to believe that I will stay there for long. At any moment he can decide that I am more trouble than I am worth and have me killed or do it himself. “What did she say to you that night?” “N..nothing.” My hesitation is my downfall.

“Why have you come?” I whisper while my cheek rests on her warm stomach, staring up at her. Cigar smoke floats around us, creating a veil between us and the world that wishes for her death. The smell of sweat and sex fills the pockets of space where the cigar smoke does not. Smoke spills out of her mouth as she speaks, “I wanted to see my sweet one.” She takes another drag off her cigar as she tucks her free hand behind her head and gazes down at me. “That not a good enough reason?” I chuckle at her before pressing a chaste kiss just below her belly button and move so I can see her better. I take her cigar with one hand and with the other I trail my hands up and down her side. I feel her tail flick behind us and come to rest on the small of my back. “It’s a perfectly fine reason but I fear that you are lying to me,” I tell her while I pass the cigar back. “Lying to you? Now why would you think such a thing?” “He’s growing more scared and more desperate, K. He’s growing more reckless and it’s only a matter of time before he loses it altogether. What happens then, hm? What happens when he gets to you? What happens when he hurts you or worse kills you?” Her small smirk fades into a sad smile when my words sink in. She drops her cigar into an ashtray on my side table so she can hold my face. My eyes flutter closed as her warmth engulfs my cheeks and spreads through my body. “Nothing will happen to me I promise, sweet one. Nothing will happen to you either and I will do everything in my power to make sure you stay safe.”

Everything happened so quickly. Enver had sent word that I needed to pack a bag and be ready to leave as soon as he arrived. Karlach had told me that I needed to stay in my apartment until she came and got me. My heart had told me who to listen to and my body scrambled to follow its demands as I packed as little as I could and prepared myself for the bloodbath that was about to happen on my doorstep. The familiar sound of hooves on the cobblestone alerts me that my time has run short and I duck behind that stupid chaise lounge with a crossbow in hand. Heavy footsteps pound up the staircase and there’s a brief pause before the door is kicked in. “Where are you, y/n? Come out and face me,” Enver’s humiliated and angry voice calls out. He takes a few steps towards my room and I try to shuffle around the other side of the chaise lounge but I make too much noise. He finds me within moments and looms over me as his chest heaves and blood pours from a nasty gash on his forehead. “You lied to me. You led her straight to me. You played a part in all of this,” he seethes. That hungry and desperate look has returned tenfold and now there is nothing but blood on his mind. There is no point to reason with a feral and wounded animal so I don’t even attempt. All I can do is find a way to get to my feet and get out of this apartment before he can get to me. He starts to lean down to grab my ankle but I let off a warning arrow that skims past his arm and take his moment of surprise to get up. “You little…” he growls while stalking towards me. I refuse to turn my back on him and try to feel my way towards the door. Tears have begun to prick at the corners of my eyes and that causes him to laugh sadistically. “That’s sweet; you’re crying for a dead woman to come save you and think that your little crossbow could protect you. Tell me, y/n, are your tears making it hard to see? Are you seeing double?” His taunting words strike a chord of anger within me, “I’ve got two more arrows; one for each of you I see. If I don’t hit you the first time, then I certainly will the second time, wanna take those odds, Enver?” He takes one step forward and crumbles to the ground when an arrow becomes embedded in his knee. Letting out a wail of pain, he curses at me and tries to stand but his words are cut short by an arrow in his chest.

I find Karlach fading in and out of consciousness and bleeding out on the floor in her room at the Elfsong. Upon opening the door I freeze seeing her there with one hand on the door handle and the other on the door itself, while my brain swirls before I’m able to come to my senses and close the door. All the while Karlach is slouched against her bed, taking shallow ragged breaths as the blood runs down her face and hand from the cut on her abdomen. “Hey there, sweet one,” Karlach attempts to grit out but the pain in her side is too much and forces her words to be inaudible. I rush to grab a towel and warm water from the vanity before dropping to my knees beside her. I refuse to say a word as I begin to gently wash away the blood and patch her up. I’m too afraid to speak, scared that I will burst and completely lose my compuse. Karlach is usually the talkative one between us but now she is utterly silent as she closes her eyes and tries to remain still as I work. Her closed eyes don’t allow her to see the tears welling up in my eyes or the way my breath catches when I see her wince or the way I’m taking great care to not hurt her anymore. Karlach is broken from her trance of false peace when I move away to grab her pack and begin to rummage around for the needle and thread that she keeps in it. I murmur an apology and request for her to stay silent as I begin to stitch her bigger wounds up. She hisses and groans but otherwise does as I ask. When I’m finished, I move to clean the blood from her hands. She watches me as I dip the cloth into the water and bring it back to her knuckle, gently washing away the evidence of her near death and keeping her hand tightly in mine. I press light kisses to each knuckle when I’m done and place it on top of my wrist while I start to clean the other. The silent plea to stay doesn’t go unheard and she lightly squeezes my wrist to let me know that she will. Once I’ve finished cleaning both hands I take them in mine and bring them up to my lupus as warm tears fall down my face. Karlach cups my face and draws me closer to her so that we may rest our foreheads on each other. “Thank you,” she whispers and kisses away the tears that have fallen down my face, “thank you, sweet one.” “He’s dead,” I whisper back. “You do it?” “Yeah but I don’t want to talk about it. I want to rest with you.” Karlach barely nods in agreement and lets me gently help her up, pulling her towards me and circling my arm around her waist. We walk slowly to the bed where I help her sit down and get out of her filthy clothes. She attempts to swing herself into bed but Is quickly stopped by me climbing behind her and gently brushing out the knots and tangles in her hair. My beautiful soldier leans back into my touch and allows herself to feel safe as I work to make her feel as comfortable as she can. She nearly whines when I stop and my body moves but it's not long before I’m helping her to lay down on my chest. She lays on top of my heart as her body curls around me and her tail wraps around my thigh. Her breathing starts to level and her small noises of pain begin to fade. My hands drift to hold her shoulder and play with her hair as she finds peace and relaxation in my arms. “Tell me in the morning what happened?” she murmurs in her sleepy slurred voice. “Of course, in the morning my love.” I murmur back as we wrap ourselves up in each other, creating a bond that only death would be able to break.

[lianaloverr]

She (part 2)

stalker!Sam Golbach x fem!reader

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Summary: It couldn’t be him, right?..

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Warnings: masterbation, fantasy, stalker sam

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Word count: 846

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“Blinds wide open so he can watch you when you sleeping…”

What if it’s him? What if Sam is the one responsible for your sleepless nights, but instead of being a source of frustration, the idea sends a thrill through you?

Imagining his face buried between your legs, his warm breath teasing your skin as he pleasures you, is both intoxicating and enticing.

The mere thought makes your heart race and your body yearn for his touch, craving the ecstasy only he can provide.

You shouldn't dwell on it too much. He's probably the root of all your problems, the reason Colby has distanced himself from you.

But he's also the one who stirs those intense desires within you, leading you to seek comfort in your own touch at night.

It’s all too overwhelming, and all you really want is to get home and sleep it off, isn’t that the best option for now?

As the thought sinks in, you realize it's finally time to head home. You make your way to your car, but a strange figure wearing a bizarre mask keeps appearing, seemingly following you.

How peculiar, yet oddly intriguing. Too bad it's just another weird twist to your day.

You arrive home, the sense of normalcy shattered by the presence of the mysterious figure. Disappearing into the shadows, you quickly make your way inside.

Your dad’s absence adds to the strangeness of the night, but you push the thoughts aside. In your room, you choose comfortable clothes, unaware of the eyes watching from outside.

Entering the bathroom, you shut the door, trying to shake off the unease. The hot water soothes your skin, but you can’t shake the feeling of being watched.

As you step out, a chill runs down your spine. The figure might be gone, but the sense of being hunted lingers, casting a shadow over what should have been a normal night.

You make your way to your room and jump to your bed so excited to keep thinking of sam.

As you make your way to your room, thoughts of Sam consume your mind. You can’t help but replay moments with him, each memory igniting a fiery desire within you.

Jumping onto your bed, you relish in the fantasy of his touch, imagining his hands exploring every inch of your body.

Lost in your thoughts, your hand begins to wander, tracing patterns on your skin, mimicking the sensation of his touch.

The excitement builds, and you give in to the overwhelming desire, allowing yourself to indulge in the pleasure that only he can bring.

As you lose yourself in the fantasy, your breath quickens, and your body responds to the imagined touch of Sam.

You can almost feel his hands on you, his lips trailing fire across your skin. The thought of him consumes you, driving you to the edge of ecstasy.

With a soft moan, you give in to the pleasure, your fingers moving with increasing urgency.

Images of Sam fill your mind, intensifying the sensation. Your body arches, seeking more, and in that moment, you let go, waves of pleasure washing over you as you reach the peak of satisfaction, your thoughts consumed by Sam.

As you lose yourself in the fantasy, your breath quickens, and your body responds to the imagined touch of Sam. You can almost feel his hands on you, his lips trailing fire across your skin. The thought of him consumes you, driving you to the edge of ecstasy.

With a soft moan, you give in to the pleasure, your fingers moving with increasing urgency. Images of Sam fill your mind, intensifying the sensation.

As you indulge in your fantasy, the line between imagination and reality blurs. You remember a night when you left your blinds open, just like Sam had suggested.

The thought sends a thrill through you. What if it's not just a fantasy? What if he's out there, watching you, unseen but present? The idea both scares and excites you, adding a new layer of intensity to your pleasure.

All of this culminates in a chilling moment when you discover a message scrawled on your window, confirming your worst fear of being stalked.

Determined, you report the “meet at lake” message to the police. They set up a sting operation, leading to the arrest of Sam and his accomplice at the lake.

As the police take them away, your father’s furious voice echoes in the background. Sam locks eyes with you, his expression a mix of regret and longing.

“One, two, you’re the girl that I want. Three, four, five, six, seven, shit. Eight is the bullets if you say no after all this. And I just couldn’t take it, you’re so motherfuckin’ gorgeous,” he says, his words heavy with remorse.

“I love you, Sam,” you whisper, your heart breaking at the realization of his actions. “You could’ve told me. I would’ve welcomed you with open arms,” you say, closing your eyes, trying to process the betrayal.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, the weight of his actions sinking in as the police lead him back to the car, heading to the station.

Wow. tysm @gloryaiis for this!!!!

[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆Puppy☆■▪︎

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ Amab!bot!Ben Reilly / male!dom!reader

☆ 1k words

☆ late and short (mental dilemmas 😔)

☆ contains overstimulation, dubcon, slight masosado implied, puppy play, drinking of seminal fluids, just being mean to my little Benny baby in general :3

°○☆🔞nsfw under the cut🔞☆○°

"Fuck.." You whispered underneath your breath when his weeping cock twitched again. Cum spurting out in salty white blobs dripping from his pathetically overstimulated genitalia. It was cute. Seeing him shiver and squirm and try to act unfazed by his 3rd orgasm. His eyes narrow as he pants, sweat trickling down his face as his mouth shapes itself into a grin.

Oh he's being cocky now is he?

"Is that all you've got?" Ben mutters. Drunken under his pleasure. He wasn't thinking straight. Because he knew damn well what he had said and what it'd bring and the power you had to break this man. No. It wasn't all you've got. In fact, it was simply a taste test. A sample. Nothing more than an appetizer for a full course meal that your lovely little scarlet spider had bit off more he could chew. Into the lions den.

You laugh softly at his response. That was all it took for him to realize the weight of the situation. How badly he had fucked up. Much to his horror, your left hand wrapped around his cock again whilst the other increased the intensity of the vibrator that had hummed nimbly against his prostate into something stronger.

He screams out. Just the way you like it. In a swirled mixture of agony and delight. Uncertainty and certainty.

You could taste off his regret and gratitude in the way he cried. Yes he cried. Tears dripping down his face as he whines to struggle to get out of your touch. No, you weren't going to let him get out of the trap he set himself in. The trap he knew very well he'd be caught it.

"Stop... sto-..stoppp... stop stop stop– stop ittt" He wailed softly. Almost as if he was mourning. You weren't going to end this, not yet. Not with the way your thumb rubbed itself on the slit of his cock, wet from the previous loads that landed itself inside a cup bellow him. It started to harden and he started to cry all over again and it was a pretty sight to see. Like shiny pearls streaming down his eyes.

The soft yet frantic buzzing of the vibrator up his prostate and your hands rutting up and down his sensitive cock has him leaning his head against your shoulder. Gasping. Begging for mercy. Just like last time. And last time. But now, you're confident he'd keep his pretty little mouth shut.

He's crying is he? Yeah and it's just fueling your cruelty. Your desire to break him any further. You grab his tear stained face to look at you better. The nail of your thumb digging into his cheek. He reminds you of a dog. A little puppy. Shrivelring up after getting it's paw hurt from closing the door a little too soon. God and the way he wines. The way his tears stream down your fingers the faster you move your hands.

After a few more seconds and he's close again and he's looking away with a stubborn frown trying to act like he still has any control of this situation but you tighten the grip you have on his face and jerk him off faster. His eyes firmly set on yours while he mewls and cries, the wetness of your hand intensifying as more precum drippied from the hole of his cock and you pressed your thumb their to rub at it.

Apparently that had him cumming all over again, he cries out, literally sobs for your mercy which he knew, efforts were pointless. You weren't going to stop until the wine glass bellow him had filled itself to the brim.

Perhaps an hour minutes passes and he's so tired but you keep on gently whisper in his ear what a good boy he was, what a precious little gem. What a wonderful puppy he was for still cumming so well. His balls still spontaneous after each orgasm he'd offer, the wine glass reaching its fullness.

"Cmon Benny.. you're doing so well, we're almost done... you can do it baby, just one more? Just one more..." You whisper beside him. Laughing when he whines, but it's quiet because his throat is raspy from all of his previous screaming.

He whimpers before cumminf again and spilling over the cup. Which you gently bring up with one hand as you waited for him to ride out the aftermath of his intense overstimulation. He's weak. Frail little thing. So when you put your thumb inside his mouth he doesn't even try to fight back. Not especially when he licks the digit eagerly and looks at you with tired eyes. Pliant and so dizzy.

"Drink up"

You command softly. Bringing the seminl fluid filled wine glass to his lips. At first he sips hesitantly but despite all his efforts his cloudy mind needs something... some sustenance. And the mundanely salty liquid that's slowly pouring in his mouth counts as so. And he drinks it gratefully. Slowly. Of course, he doesn't exactly care to drink it carefully, when he stops sipping for a moment it spills from his mouth down to his chin and onto the floor.

Once he finishes the entire glass his face is a mess. Covered in his own cum, legs trembling, eyes threatening to close and dried tears right on his cheeks.

He trembles. Slightly. When he tries to move but to no avail, the ropes on his body had still stayed. And when he looks up to you one last time with all of his remaining strength you carry his face with one of your hands. And when he falls unconscious, you smile.

Time to give your puppy a cleaning.

Of course, he wasn't an idiot. He had his clever moments and it was more admiring to witness.