#tw oral

[nekrosdolly]

this is based on nothing in particular but i think vergil would eat you out more eagerly while you're on your period.

cw; afab sub reader, dom vergil, pussydrunk vergil, blood drinking, very brief pussy sniffing, cunnilingus, reader is written to have pretty gnarly periods, somewhat soft vergil to start.

blood has never tasted so good, flowing steadily from your sweet cunt in ichor streams and into his mouth. while he's never been fond of getting blood on his clothing from demons, or perhaps having it stain his coat (god forbid it taint yamato), this is different. you needed him and he wanted you all the same.

your periods aren't usually so bad, but it seemed to be getting worse. especially this month- it had to have been the worst yet. vergil had gone out of his way to make sure you were beyond comfortable, hardly allowing you to leave his bed- yes, his bed, not your own. he didn't want you to be suffering without him there to support you. the blue twin was uncharacteristically doting for the entire week. while he wasn't a fan of physical affection, he kept snuggling up to you in hopes that the inhumane temperature his body keeps would be enough to dissuade your horrific cramps.

he fed you when asked, made you plenty of tea that was supposed to help, and kept a good distance when you got cranky. the last thing he needed was you, pissed off at him for trying to help. though he wouldn't blame you by any means- he was suffocating you. within good reason, of course.

vergil had brought your immense pain up to trish and lady as inconspicuously as he could as a means of asking for help. what could he do to lessen your suffering?

"give her head," trish's voice is blunt. lady nods in agreement from her spot beside the tall, blonde woman.

"orgasms make periods shorter and less painful. we would know."

you're in bed, lying on your side with a heating pad tucked to your lower abdomen. your cramps were lessened thanks to vergil's efforts (the heating pad, some tea, and food,) but not quite gone. you're wearing one of his shirts and some very loose shorts made for sleeping when vergil walks in, and he all but pounces on you. it's embarrassing, how quickly he gets a semi just from looking at you in his clothing, in his bed, smiling at him.

sharing blood is intimate, right?

you're so sweet, looking over your shoulder at him with a little smile and meager wave.

"hi, verg," you hum politely as he shrugs off his coat and sets on the coatrack hanging on the back of his door. he settles on the edge of his bed to unbuckle each strap on his ridiculous boots.

"how are you feeling?" you turn onto your back to watch him undress, gloved fingers undoing the complicated buttons on his shirt, then unzipping it. underneath lies a black tank top and like a victorian man, you swoon at the sight of his collarbones.

"um, still a little crampy, but fine," he nods once, peeking over his shoulder at you. his fists clench, then relax.

"would you like my assistance?" he stands, peeling off his grossly hot, sticky leather pants that you love because they "hug his ass." you shake your head softly, closing your eyes as another cramp storms your uterus.

"you've done enough, verg, i'm alright-" a sudden weight over you cuts you off, feeling the bed shift beside your head and hips. when you open your eyes, your dear half-devil is on top of you and damn-near purring. his hair is starting to break free from its slicked-back state, a few strands falling over his face. he looks hungry, his powder blue eyes dark and murky.

"let me help," he rasps, one leg shifting in between yours dangerously close to your cunt, "allow me."

never a patient man, he fights himself to be calm as you ponder your answer. period sex has always struck you as gross. besides, nobody wants to fuck someone while they're literally excreting blood and chunks of flesh- or so you think. the minute you nod, he's pulling your shorts off, your underwear (and subsequently, your pad,) slipping down with them.

at first, you expect him to pull his boxers down, but your eyes widen at the sight of him slithering between your legs so he's face-to-face with your bleeding cunt. he's perverted in his own special way, closing his eyes briefly as he sniffs your blood-slickened folds, making you squirm. you open your mouth in hopes of telling him to quit being weird, but he beats you to the punch when he licks a stripe up your seam, thus drawing a moan from you instead.

blood has never been so sweet. mixed with the taste of you, he's in heaven. your legs hook over his shoulders upon his guidance, his tongue delving into your leaking entrance to taste more and more gore. plush thighs hug the sides of his head, making him hiss quietly as he forces them to part. red coats his chin, nose, and lips as he eagerly fucks you with his tongue, nails digging into your skin. drowned out beneath your noises of pleasure, soft noises of his own bubble in his throat.

you should've put a towel down, an afterthought that strikes you as he withdraws his tongue from your fluttering walls to lap at your clit with hunger only a vampire might have after tasting blood. your back arches, a cry leaving you when he sucks at your pulsing clit. he'd never say it aloud, but he loves getting you off. seeing you in such a pretty state, spread out or pressed against him, moaning until your throat was raw and tears spilled from your eyes all because of him- his tongue, his fingers, his dick, whatever it may be.

to vergil's disappointment, blood continues to seep out of you and onto the bedsheets instead of in his mouth, so he suckles on your clit until he's sure you're close before rubbing it with his thumb eagerly, forcing his tongue inside your cavern yet again. he growls into your cunt at the taste again, his mind hazy with the need to keep drinking you in. he can taste your arousal mixing with crimson, fueling him to keep going. the now sharp-ish tip of his tongue prods at your spongy g-spot, a pleased purr emitting from his chest at the way you're crying out for him to continue.

the hands on your hips gain a rough quality, his once-dull nails pricking into the soft skin of your thighs and dear god, his tongue- ribbed down the sides and pointed at the very end- fucks you masterfully.

"vergil," you reach down to take his hand, your climax fast approaching, only to find a scaly mass where his human hand once was. a quick glance downwards tells you all you need to know: he's triggering, albeit only halfway. sharp, glowing blue eyes meet yours and it's like he knows you're going to cum, your tight walls squeezing his tongue like they would his cock.

"i-i love you," you whine, a sound that falls short in comparison to the volume of the slurping and squelching filling the air. your hands grasping for something to hold onto as your climax fast approaches. your lover takes your hand in his clawed one with a soft grip. your head falls back against the pillow, squirming against his mouth. he purrs, nose nuzzling into your puffy clit. the vibrations send you tumbling over the edge.

with a cry, you cum hard on his tongue. he laps up your release and blood combined, a soft moan leaving him as he tastes you so sweetly. fire lights your veins, white-hot and all-consuming as he tongue-fucks you through your heady high, thighs shaking under his rough hands. he doesn't stop, burying himself in you until you're whining, pleading for him to stop with crystalline tears that he wants to lick away. with a soft tug to his hair, you pull him off and he allows you. but not before pressing a kiss on your overworked clit.

standing from between your legs, ichor coats his face from the nose-down. it's dripping from his chin down his neck, soaking into the collar of his tank top. it's enough to make you squirm under his gaze and pull your shirt down to cover yourself. red-stained (human) tongue pokes from between his lips to lap at the blood left on them, pale blue eyes boring into your own.

"...i'm going to get a tampon in," you mutter, getting out of bed on shaky legs and meandering to his en-suite bathroom. luckily, he's kept a small stash of period products for you ever since you started dating.

in the wake of your absence, his eyes travel to the tempting bloodstain on his bed. he has half a mind to lean down and nuzzle his face into it, perhaps try to suck the crimson from the stain in order to taste you again. he doesn't. instead, he waits by the bathroom door for you to finish so he can wash himself of your fluids, albeit reluctantly.

-

in the end, when he's holding your unconscious body against his in a tight manner, soft snores falling from your lips, he presses a ghost of a kiss on the shell of your ear.

"i love you," the sound of his voice is lost with the wind blowing through the cracked window, just how he would like it to be.

[ayekittyk4t]

pollinate

pairing: plug eren x afab reader

desc: you always make decision with eren that are on a whim. whether it’s him taking you to get a tattoo or him filming you, it’s never a normal routine.

content warning: established relationship, tattoos, needles, petnames ( princess, baby, etc…), a little dry humping, filming, oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling, spit, one slap on da face, lmk if i’m missing any lol

an: y’all this a lil rusty but it’s okay i guess. i had to oil up this rusty ol machine, but i hope y’all enjoy. more plug eren and reader to come. even tho this really didn’t have anything to do with him being a plug. it’s just part of the series/ collections idk. take it as you will.

sometimes, you think about some decisions you’ve made and wonder how stupid they were. you’d lay there, dealing with the consequences of your actions and repeating what may have been the alternative route. all the what if’s that would’ve been your reality. however, now that you’ve made that decision, all you could do was think about such things. and at this very moment in time, you’re laying with a very permanent decision.

eren had said you’re a baby for whining. but he had plenty of tattoos in various places, so his word didn’t matter to you. you do suppose that this was your decision after all, so you sit with the pain with your eyes screwed shut. that is what you were repeating in your head as you fought through the last few minutes of your tattoo session.

a lotus flower. eren had once said you were his lotus flower. you had no idea what if meant, but it had stuck with you. he said that you were a beautiful lotus flower on a bright green lily pad, sitting on calm water. he’d say this to you once in a while. and on whim, you decided to get it tattooed on you tonight. right on your sternum.

what a bad decision, because you were in a lot a fucking pain.

“awe, my princess is a little weak.” eren teased, petting your head to calm you down. you opened your eyes, squinting from the bright tattoo studio lights and looked at him with annoyance. from where you were laying and where he was behind you, his big smile almost looked like a frown. you know eren all too well though, he’d never frown in your pain. more so smile in a peculiar pleasure.

the constant puncturing of the small needles in your skin had been a pain. along with the buzzing of the tattoo gun. your head began to throb, so you shut your eyes. eren noticed, seeing how your jaw clenched and the way you swallowed hard. and despite finding a freakish pleasure in your pain, his heart tinged with pain of his own. with that, he moved his fingers to your temples and started messaging them. instantly, you felt calm.

“you’ll be fine, (y/n).” he says low and smoothly.

“yea, because you done.” mikasa said excitedly as she turned off the machine.

you opened your eyes to be directly looking into erens. he smiled big, his canines peeking through. his hands then fall to the side and you’re already missing his touch.

the table you’ve now laid on for god knows how long begins to fuel your discomfort. you wiggle around a bit, lifting you hips to stretch. mikasa let’s you know to stay put as she cleans you up and applies the second skin to avoid any infections.

“you’re all done.” she exclaims with a big smile as she clasps her hands together in excitement.

upon those words, you sit up, zipping your sweater up just enough to leave some room to look at the lotus in the mirror. feeling somewhat lightheaded, you stumble a bit as you hop off the table. eren grabs a hold of your arm, saving you from a fall and hold you close to him. looking up at him, you smile as he leads you to the mirror.

standing in front of the mirror, you inspect the permanent flower on your body. mikasa captured you vision well, and you were so happy about it.

“you look beautiful, baby.” eren says, standing behind you. you smile to him in approval through the reflection of the mirror.

-

the candlelight flickered, soothing your heavy eyes to shut and fall to sleep. you’re tired, using eren chest as a pillow. you listened to his heartbeat and inhaled his scent. it soothed you even more.

then you do it again, inhaling louder. your stomach caves in from how deep you took in erens scent. holding your breath for a bit, you breathe out with a low hum.

“what are you doing?” he chuckles, looking down at where your head rested.

you shoot up, lifting yourself from your comfort, “i’m addicted to the way you smell.”

“you’re fucking insane.”

rolling your eyes, you sit up. unzipping your sweater to take a look at the new ink on your skin. you couldn’t stop looking at it. admiring it. showing it off every few minutes. you felt tough. this pain was nothing, you thought. you could get a ton of tattoos now.

“will you take a picture for me?” you say suddenly, looking at him with doe like eyes. maybe part of you knew eren wouldn’t want to due to the placement of the tattoo. but you’d thought it’d be different since you’ve been dating for a while, and he always took pictures of you.

he was your personal photographer after all.

eren squints his eyes at you, his tongue poking at his cheek, “why?”

“because i want to post it.”

“for who?”

your mouth drops, and you match his judging gaze, “for all the other men who want me besides you.” the attitude is apparent in your tone as you rolled your eyes dramatically.

“watch your tone.” he’s no longer squinting his eyes, his brows are now furrowed and he spoke with a slight irritation in his voice.

“for me. who else?” you poke his forehead, and eren shoos you hand away.

you catch onto his attitude, realizing he’s not playing around anymore. it wasn’t a joke to him. he was somewhat a bit upset at you. this always happened. eren is short tempered, but you’re patient for him. all you could roll your eyes, again, and move on with your night.

“fine,” you sit up, grabbing your phone off the side table by your bed. “i’ll take if myself-”

just as you were about to get off your bed, eren wraps his arms around you and pulls you onto him.

“hey,” you scramble a bit and get up, acting as if this wasn’t a normal occurrence with eren. but it was.

“don’t worry about it, baby. i’ll take them for you.” he grabs a hold to your phone in your hand, his other hand gripping to your waist and squeezing.

you frown at him, “i’m sorry. c’mon, let me take those picture for you.” he’s sitting up, resting his back again the headboard. you squeeze your thighs around him, trying not to tip over.

“you sure?”

“yes.” he said lowly, his eyes shifting from yours to your body. your cheeks heat up once he looks at you. no matter how long you’ve been with eren, you never stop to get nervous around him.

you feel his hands inch up and down, thumbs pressing circles into your stomach. he looks back into your eyes, and you blink like the flustered girl you were. he begins to unzip your sweater, covering you just enough so your chest wasn’t showing. eren pushes the sweater a little off your shoulders and you shift you hips a bit. you feel him harden below you.

with the phone still in hand, eren unlocks your phone to take a photo.

you straighten up, arch your back and lift your hips a little. click. he take the photo. resting back down into erens lap, you whimper as his hard on makes contact with your clit. he groans quietly, lifting his hips to hit that spot again.

“no, one more picture. i want a a lot to choose from.” your placing your hands on his stomach, pushing him into the bed and leaning forward. click.

“smile.” he laughs a little, watching you blush once again and snaps more pictures.

“take nice ones, eren.”

“i am, baby.” he shifts your phone to your face and you hear your phone ding, letting you know your being recorded.

“hey!” you whine, pushing the phone, “stop playing.”

“i’m getting impatient, princess.” he groans, eyes shifting to his hard cock. “you keep teasing me.”

erens tone gets a bit whiny. though, you should be slightly annoyed, you fun pleasure in this. the way his gaze on you is now hungry, but you’re in control. and the way he groans when you rub yourself on him and he’s thrusting up for more.

you’re stomach bubbled in anticipation. you wanted to keep going for your own pleasure, but something about seeing eren whine and beg for it excited you. you felt your cunt throb. this would be new.

dropping the sweater off your shoulders, you expose your tits to him, nipples hardening from the cool breeze of the night. he reaches out to squeeze your tit, grab his hand and place it back to your hip. the phone still in his hand recording.

“c’mon, princess. let me touch you.” he whines, lips quivering.

you smile, not saying a word but instead rocking your hips against eren. dragging your clothed cunt against his cock foward feverishly, and moving back slowly. you continue this for a while, fast then slow. teasing eren and yourself. letting out soft whimpers while doing so.

then, you stop. you lift your lips away from eren and all his pleasure is gone. he thrust his hips in the air trying to find satisfaction in that. but it’s useless.

looking at eren, you see he’s holding the phone to the sealing. reaching out, you adjust it just enough so you’d be in the view. you lower yourself on the bed, hooking your dainty fingers on the waist band of his pajama pants and pulling them down. as your free his cock, he groans as it slaps against his stomach. you shove two fingers in your mouth, letting spit drip down them to moisten his length. thick and long, his tip leaking precum. you spread your spit around the tip, wrapping your hands around him and stroking. with your free hand you, play with his balls.

“fuckin-”

eren is cut off as he feels your wet tongue drag along the length of his cock. you swirl your tongue on the tip before wrapping your plump lips around it, then he feels the warmth of you mouth take the entirety of his cock. slowly, teasingly, he feels you inch down to the base. your nose shoved up against him. you look at him and hallow your cheeks.

he looks down at you, and moans lewdly. teeth grinding, sucking in deep breaths, brows furrowed and cheeks blushing. the grip on your phone he has as tight, the white of his knuckles peeped through.

he huffed and frowned. your hair was covering your perfect face. with his free hand, he moved the hair out of your face, wrapping his hands enough to tug you back a bit. you let his cock slip out of your mouth, a sting of saliva connected you to him drips down your chin.

“don’t drop the goddamn phone.” you spat out, more salivia slipping past your mouth. you lick your lips and swallow hard.

god, you’re so fuckin’ messy.

“never, baby.” he rasps, tugging on your hair once again. you moan at that. it hurt so good that you felt slick drip from your cunt.

at that, you spit again on him, taking him back in your mouth. he hits the back of your throat and it stings, but it brings you bliss. shutting your eyes, you bob your head against him, sucking hard once you get to his tip. your fast, no longer teasing him. you had a goal and that was for him to spill inside you.

your hands moved at the same speed as your mouth. filled with your spit and his own precum, the slick just added to his pleasure. eren loved your messiness when you sucked his cock.

“so fucking good, princess.” eren says through his teeth.

you look at him, his hair dishealved and almost out of its tight little bun. he’s so close. his chest is rising and falling, and his breath is shaky. you only speed up noticing this, looking him in the eyes. taking him in fast, hallowing your cheeks harder and adding more pressure on tongue as you reach his cockhead.

“ah fuck-, fuck baby.” he thrusting his hips into you mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. you gag, but inhale deeply through your nose and continue to reach your goal.

and in seconds a thick, warmth fills your mouth. eren groans loudly thrusting his hips so you get every last drop of his cum in your mouth. that salty, thick liquid coats your mouth. you release his cock from your mouth, pursing your lips together and swallowing hard. he’s a mess, chest rising and falling. you and him are warn down, but you take it into you hands to clean him up.

you lick your spit off the length of his cock and take his tip in your mouth on last time. you suck hard, releasing it with a pop. eren looks at you with a lust filled gaze.

“let me see.” he’s referring to his cum. he wanted you to take it all. eren releases his hand from your hair and grips onto your chin. he squeezes your cheeks and moves the phone to record the inside of your mouth. you stick your tongue out to prove you swallowed it all.

“good fuckin’ girl.” he gives you a small smack on your cheek in approval.

“now show the camera your pretty little tattoo.”

you listen quickly, sitting up above eren. the bed squeaks from your quick movements. you feel the slick between your legs drip down your thighs. eren moved the camera back onto your chest, he’s running a hand up to your chest and squeezes your tit. you didn’t care if he was touching you now. his touch ignited something in you. it always did. either way, you broke him down just a bit. at least for today.

“that’s my slutty princess.”

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Would Blanche let me give him head?

Tw: Well, blowjob, seggs, description of bullying, cum eating, violence

Short answer, Yes. Long answer:

You would have to win him over, though. He's ridiculously shy when it comes to anything outside platonic love and attraction. As charming as he is, Blanche actually never had anyone express genuine desire to bed him. He was by no means ugly, but his whimsy and quaintness made others label him as this unromancable, unfuckable weirdo.

Blanche is almost as if he has a built in magnet for bullies, the closest to a love confession that he got was when the people around him dared each other to ask him out, as a joke. It's funny to them because Blanche is not at all an eligible candidate as a bachelor. The idea of sleeping with him is humorous, hilarious, even. They weren't laughing anymore when all of them experienced the metallic taste of his brass knuckles driven deep into their skulls.

He experienced this treatment for the majority of his life, following him all the way to adulthood and even during his time living as a hermit in his cottage. They just can't fuck the old man and they kept tormenting him because of it.

He yearns to be the romantic gentleman he would see in love films, he yearns to be treated like someone valuable like a protagonist of a steamy romance novel. Alas, he was hurt and used for so long, that he blocked that longing out entirely from his mind, to save him from the unavoidable heartbreak. Unfortunately, even when he is expecting nothing, he still gets let down.

It's not a surprise that he's wary with the notion of romance and erotic attraction. It's already drilled into his being that he isn't desirable carnally. It's an automatic no to anyone who thinks it's a great idea to 'prank' him again.

But you... you're different. You're so special and so lovely to him. Bringing up the idea of sucking him off made Blanche freeze in place momentarily, letting all those horrible, horrible memories flood back in. However, he reminded himself that you wouldn't hurt him, you're his beloved friend. His only, one true friend. It should be okay, right?

He's apprehensive at first, but with enough patience and convincing, you could make him sit down at least. Blanche would drape his hair over the back of his chair, letting it pool on the floor. He would nervously bite on his thumb as you slowly unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers.

Blanche felt like his heart is about to beat out of his chest, how could it not? The only person he loves is on their knees at his crotch level, offering to do something so dirty, something unthinkable. Yet so... intimate.

You would stop when you saw him crying, eyes red and wet. His eyebrows would be knitted together and his lower lip trembles in anticipation. Upon asking what's wrong, he would break out into a sob, covering his shameful face with his hands. He would grow hot and his ears would resemble hot embers, he is so, so ashamed.

"I-I'm sorry, my darling. I'm just- I'm Just... embarrassed." And it was too overwhelming for him to see a growing bulge on his crotch, he had never felt this vulnerable before. Not even after being called all kinds of derogatory slurs by hundreds of people in real life and online. This is a different type of humiliation that somewhat felt nice, because it was with you.

He would draw in the sharpest gasp and widen his beautiful, deep blue eyes when you took him in your mouth. Swirl your tongue around his length, let it touch the back of your soft and slimy throat and enjoy the delicious whines, whimpers and mewls that would escape his mouth.

His moans would be like music to your ears, it's so pathetic and needy. Blanche would have his fingers tangled within your hair, not to force you against his length, but to try and slow you. You would bob your head up and down, occasionally catching a glimpse of his messy, teary face. It almost seems like he's in excruciating pain, but whenever you stopped to ask him if he's hurting,

"No! N-no, not at all. It felt so good, I-I can't describe it. It felt so good..." Drool would drip down from the corner as he watched you with a daze. He would let out a cry when you went back to mouthing his throbbing cock, leaked with excess amounts of precum.

Blanche would convulse as if you passed electricity through him, his eyes would roll back into his skull as he's overcome by immense bouts of forbidden pleasure. His fingers would grow weaker and weaker, at one point even slipping off your head and dangling limply on his sides. More tears, mucus and drool would streak down his once clean and dignified face.

At his climax, his entire body would contract and Blanche would let the loudest, most lewd, most improper moan rip out from his vocals. His copious amounts of cum would take you by surprise as it fills you up to the brim, it's so powerful that some would come out of your nose if you didn't open your throat properly before blowing him.

It will take him half a minute to unload everything, making a mess all over your neck, chest and floor. It would almost look like the bedroom is flooding with semen, some even got soaked up by his curly hair nearby.

It will take another few seconds to recuperate, slowly snapping out of this euphoric bliss that he experienced for the first time in his lonely, lonely life. You would be wiping your eyes to remove the cum that temporarily blinded you.

"O-oh! I'm truly sorry, darling..." He would lean forward, cupping your cheeks and helping you clean your face up from decades of pent up frustration and desperate yearning. "I'm so sorry... oh, look at you. I'm terribly sorry for this..." He would frown, now being brought to tears due to guilt. He would be flicking as much of his semen away from your face. Blanche noticed that you're still holding quite a substantial amount between your tongue and teeth, he would bring a cupped hand next to your chin, expecting you to spit it out.

"My dear, don't-" He would be wide eyed when you decided the remaining load in your mouth, grinning happily and even showing that there is nothing in your mouth. Blanche could only dream to have the tomatoes growing in his garden to be as scarlet as his face right now.

Because of his clean diet, his jizz actually tasted... nice? It's mildly sweet and has a very mild smell to it. It's smooth, creamy and generally pleasant to eat.

"You..." He would be at a loss of words as he processed what you did. Upon realizing what the implications are, that you have a part of him inside you willingly, and in unimaginable amounts too... His cock would find a new burst of energy to spurt one last load of cum, soiling his trousers, chair and your face again.

He would then cry out apologies before hastily wiping away more spunk away from your already painted countenance.

You had to assure him that you're okay, you enjoyed it too, only then he will let out a shaky sigh of relief before looking you with eyes filled with so much love and adoration. He quickly tucks his member back into his underwear and zipped it out of sight, before it could do further damage,

"Thank you, my love. Thank you..." He leans forward to press numerous kisses onto your face, initially not caring that he's also coating his lips with his spunk. Only when it seeped into his mouth did he cringe and shudder.

"Ah, icky." Blanche would laugh, and so would you. He nuzzles his nose against yours and continued giving you kisses while you kneel in front of him.

His eyes would land on the disaster that he created while ejaculating, darting from your drenched form to the floor, and to his soiled hair too. Blanche would nervously chuckle while trying his best to wipe your face using the napkin he tucks into his other breast pocket. "Yucky, yucky." He would mumble lightheartedly to himself while he stares at you with the brightest twinkle in his downturned eyes.

"You're such a blessing to me, I love you." He whispered, urging you to come and sit on his lap, despite knowing that he would get his cum onto his waistcoat too. He tries his best to clean you up, but it's already staining everything. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

He would love you up in his arms, showering you with praises and kisses for hours if you let him. You would be as giggly as him, as his fluttering lips would be ticklish. In the end, he would bury his face in your shoulder while he holds you close.

"I'm sorry I made such a mess. I got a bit too excited, y-you made me feel things I never felt before. It was... It was so good. I-I don't know what to say except thank you." He would murmur softly before you felt a certain dampness on your clothes, he's crying again.

"You're so good to me, my rose. You're my one and only, I love you." Blanche then presses a long, tender kiss on your lips. You close your eyes and he closes his teary ones, both of you melting into each other and enjoying the warmth.

He would slowly pull away and tenderly massage your jaw, it must have been straining when you did that for him. He isn't one to brag about his size, but he could clearly see that he was too big for you.

"I can't express enough how grateful I am. You're such a wonderful angel in my sad, sad life... How could I ever repay you, my love?" He caressed the side of your face, occasionally picking out hair that clung to your skin. "Would you like me to..." He trailed off, looking away embarrassed.

You got what he meant, you said yes. But only if he's comfortable with it.

"Of course, I am, my dear." He pressed his cheek against yours, hugging you as if you're his beloved stuffed toy. "But... I'm not, I don't- I don't have much experience doing such things."

He held your face and looked into your eyes, you could see uncertainty and nervousness swirling in those ocean blues.

"Will you teach me, darling? I would love to please you too. You have shown me a world that I couldn't even dream of experiencing. I am forever indebted to you and I-I'm having a hard time coming up with methods to show you my unyielding gratitude."

[c-u-c-koo-4-40k]

Can We Have a First Date Now?

Warnings: Gender Neutral Reader but female genitalia is used.

Smut specifically fellatio.

PTSD.

Feelings of inadequacy

Problems with communication (they're trying but they're both inexperienced in romance)

Fear of losing love.

Fear of doing things wrong.

Consenting to sex while not in the best headspace because they fear dissapointing Khopesh.

Khopesh thinking they fully eagerly consented with no mental baggage

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There be angst here lads, with the return of Night Terrors and a bad night's sleep, Lullaby attends to their morning chores while having deep conflicting thoughts about their situationship with Khopesh.

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Meanwhile, as Khopesh was enjoying his huge heaping pile of delicious breakfast, you waddled around your barn wincing in pain and wishing you'd remembered to take some painkillers before bed.

Lord above, your muscles felt like they'd been put through a barrage of rolling pins, and you felt like you could just lay down on the concrete floor and Sleep.

But, the meds you'd taken were at least trying to take the edge off. And hopefully soon you'd be able to finish the last few task and collapse back in bed.

Focus, focus, focus either on the pain or the last bits of feeding and Not how this was the first time in the last twelve hours you've been without the major element that brought a whirlwind of chaos into your life all in the matter of a single Night!!

...Breath in,

...Breath Out...

Okay, back to w- (!)

Your left oblique proceeded to twinge and lock up for a moment leaving you hissing in pain.

"Why can't Tylenol work any faster?" You groaned, waiting for the spasm to pass.

As it did, you bleakly thought that if he was going to fuck you inside out, He could At Least offer his help to his...

Bonded?

No, he was bonded to Gary and Nancy. Quite adorably you might add. You always got a kick seeing his huge dangerous space soldier self happily refer to your neighbors as Vada and Muti.

Fuck Buddy? Friend with benefits?

Well...the way he'd been talking seemed too...serious for a label like that. All that growling and biting and...claiming.

You shivered as a dusting of heat oozed over your skin at the memories. You shook yourself out of it.

Lover?

Were you lovers? Everything had happened so Fast! One moment you were bantering and trying to make him flustered, next you'd goaded eachother into a literal roll in the hay, and then you'd invited him over for a shower and a sleepover!?

(And he literally saw you break down crying from a night terror about- No no. Bad memories. Not adding those to the spiral.)

Still Lover was a very Strong word. As was Partner, Other Half...

Your mind suddenly brought two other titles to mind.

His Pet, or perhaps...his toy...

You felt a shiver of a different kind come over you, one of revulsion.

You...Really didn't like that.

Maybe it was best to leave the exact...verbiage of your interactions unnamed for now.

You could both figure things out as they come (if they come).

Take things one day at a time. (How many days do you have?)

He clearly likes you (for now), and you like him, so you can go from there.

He wouldn't...he wouldn't have comforted you if he didn't care. (You know he can Stop caring.)

Are you sure your heart could take that...again?

"Enough!" You shouted.

To an empty barn...(aside from the horses.) Your voice caused the sleeping cats to perk up.

You felt embarassed and God you just wanted to go back to bed. But there was work to be done.

"Hup!" You heaved two fifty pound feed bags into your arms. "Hoof!" And plopped them into place with their ends hanging over your barn's nearly empty feed barrel. You'd need to refill it for the next feeder.

A quick swipe with your pocket knife would have their guts spilling out...or it Should anyway...maybe you needed your knife sharpened?

"You need to hold that at a better angle."

"SWEET MOTHER OF MERCY!" You felt yourself jump, and swivel back around.

Only to see a very familiar looking Nightlord behind you. Instead of armor he was in comfortable lounging clothes and his expression was morphing from surprise to Delight.

You let out a heavy, Heavy sigh, and let your rigid posture return to normal. saw Khopesh's shoulders shaking with barely restrained giggles.

Well at least some things have stayed the same.

"Yeah yeah, you got me, laugh it up." You abided, exasperated but not really that upset.

This seemed to break the damn and Khopesh let out one of his long loud cackles.

"BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHa Ha- Hai I wasn't- " He struggled to speak through his laughter. "Even Trying to scare you that time! And you still jumped like startled P-Pigeon! Pftthahahhahahhahah!" He doubled over bringing his face down to your height.

Okay that part was a Little funny, but you weren't gonna fold completely to his nonsense. What fun would that be?

You let a playful gruffness come into your voice. "Now you listen her you shadow skulkin miscreant!" You brought up your pocket knife for emphasis, knowing full well he was in Minimal danger from such a small blade. You continued. "I hear one more sound outta you boy and I'm taking your tongue!"

"Ooh Ho Ho?" Khopesh responded, waggling his eyebrows. "Well now Lullaby if you want it you need only Ask~"

He allowed his long tongue to fall out of his mouth in a manner that was both humerous but also salacious. The tip just barely touching that of your blade.

Your focus broke, and you found your mind going back to how it had felt on your body. Creeping heat once again took over your skin.

Khopesh's inky eyes suddenly changed, and his expression shifted.

He'd noticed your change, and he got an idea. His smile became more...amorous...michevious.

Uh-oh

"In fact," He cooed, swiping you up into a bridal carry, holding you close to his chest. He brought his head and face down, nuzzling your flustered cheek and letting his tongue drag languidly across it. "I fancy a taste of something I missed last night."

"Or should I say...something I tasted indirectly, last night~"

You swore you felt your cheeks burn hot enough to vaporize the saliva he'd Just left on your face.

But it was only partly from desire, the other was panic.

Wait it's happening again!? Oh God we can't do this here! In the middle of the barn?? Mom might see us, or worse! A client. Do I even want to do this. (Yes, Yes, YES taste me, love me, don't leave m-) But I'm still so confused.

Khopesh took note of your sudden pulse change. The arousal was still there, but also stress hormones and the rhythm was sounding a Bit too much like your panic attack for comfort.

Did...did you not Want to copulate with him again? Did he do something wrong? As far as he could tell this was very similar to your first encounter?

"...Lullaby?"

"Not here!" You blurted out suddenly. Surprising both Khopesh and yourself.

Despite his confusion, Khopesh offered a different option. "Would...you like to copulate back in the hay stall then?"

Wait you didn't have a hay sta- Oooooh. The realization dawned on you.

He was offering to bed you in the same place he had before. And honestly your panic Was tempered by the ludicrous thought of him bridal carrying you all the way across a field and two fences so you could bang in the same place you had before.

Very considerate...in a weird way. You actually laughed a bit. "No no no, I mean not Here specifically," You gestured to the floor of the barn where you were still held in his arms. "I mean we need somewhere more Private. You know...no windows or huge doors?"

Oh...oh that made sense. Khopesh felt himself relax. His Lullaby was not rejecting his courtship outright. Had they done that he'd fear he'd offended them in some way.

"Very well, what place do you feel suits those parameters?"

Ah...good question. You pondered for a moment.

"I think the Bathroom's our best bet." It was also just big enough for a single Astarte and you'd still have more room than your shower.

You felt the heat and embarassment return at the idea....but you also felt... excited! Similar to how you had yesterday. (How long will it last? How long will you be able to keep him excited?)

You pushed any trepidation from you mind. (You tried.) And focused on Khopesh's returning excitement as he carried you.

...

"Mmm! Ah Ah AH!"

"Mmmmm~"

Long, sinuous and muscular, Khopesh's tongue was eagerly exploring your damp puffy skin that was still tender from yesterday's escapades.

Between long languid moans, and brief breathy puffs, you marveled at how wonderous it felt to have that slick wriggling organ inside you.

Even if it couldn't reach as deeply as Khopesh's cock it still sent tremors of delights pulsating from your core, spidering out over your hips and wracking your entire body that was sitting spread open and bent slightly on the bathroom sink.

Khopesh smothered his face into your heat, seemingly trying to reach your deepest depths and lap up everything you had to give. His nose brushed into your clit further enhancing your pleasure.

"K- Khopesh! Khopesh!" Your voice pitched as your hands tangled in his long dark hair. You swore you felt him smile against your flesh, specifically feeling the scar on his lip move.

Yes Lullaby~ Khopesh cooed greedily in his mind. Give me Everything! Every last scream, every last moan, every last drop to show that you are Mine!

His hands gripped tight to the meat of your hips, pulling you as close as he could without causing injury. He doubled his efforts, moaning himself and pushing, swiping, devouring.

You felt your peak approaching, your already sore muscles locked up and trembling as you flexed closer to your partner. Bringing your hips even harder against him as he pushed deeper in turn.

He finally retracted his tongue, but only for a moment, as he brought his strong lips around your tight bud and sucked.

It was almost too much.

But it was Perfect all the same.

He tormented your sweet little button as you convulsed, soothing you and overstimmulating you all at once, delighting in your tremors and whimpers. 

Despite not finding his own end, he felt satisfied, seeing his darling Lullaby so wrecked by only his tongue made him swell with pride.

And as you twitched and sweat and finally felt your pulse slowing, he felt a wave of tenderness and affection come over him.

"Your taste was exquisite," He whispers bringing his hand to the side of your face as he nuzzled you. "I must leave soon, but Thank you for the wonderful meal, my Lullaby~"

That...that was so corny...but also really sweet... You nuzzled back, you enjoyed that immensely.

(What good is your enjoyment if he doesn't Love you? You have to clean this whole space now because you were a Freak! He didn't even get his turn, are you stupid-)

"Lullaby?"

You were broken from your sudden rush of post bliss clarity by Khopesh, again, looking concerned.

"You seemed distracted Lullaby...are you well?" He placed one of his large hand on your forehead...that wouldn't really help right now with how warm you still were.

"I um..." You managed to stammer a response. "I just...I wish I had the time...and the energy to help you too. You know..." You gestured vaguely, hoping he'd get the idea.

He seemed st least partially satisfied by your answer. "I am more than satisfied with this Lullaby...besides," His smile once again became smug and amorous. "You could simply return the favor later."

You didn't think you body could handle another round, even If you were given the rest of the day off. But if you refused would he be disappointed? Well he's not disappointed now but-

"How about an actual meal? On me?" The words came out before you fully grasped what you were offering.

Khopesh took a moment to process your words. "You mean...we would eat...together?"

You swallowed your anxiety. (Ha, you tried.) "It's just I don't think my body will be up for another round for a while," And your mental state probably wasn't either. "and I thought it could be nice to...share a meal together?"

You held your breath, half guessing rejection would follow.

But instead a smile spread on the Nightlord's face. "It is an excellent idea!" Khopesh clapped his hands together in delight.

You felt at least some of the weight come off your shoulders. "Great! How does Lunch sound? I need a nap but after that...we could head into town, see what looks good?"

"An excellent plan! I will vox your cellular device so you may contact me when you are ready."

Well that was convenient. "Awesome! But...how do you already know my number?"

Khopesh simply smiled, before quickly pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I look forward to sharing a meal with you, my Lullaby, enjoy your rest."

He pressed one more brief kiss to your lips, and with that he exited the bathroom.

Leaving you sitting on the sink, partially dressed and returning to normal like a zombie, while you played those kisses over in your mind.

You felt a profound mix of both warmth, and cold, as you traced your fingers over your lips.

You wanted so badly to believe the warmth would stay.

Well...there was still work to do, and no use just sitting here. You shifted off the sink.

You oblique locked up again as you moved too suddenly.

"FUCKING OUCH DAMMIT!"

[deke-rivers-1957]

Do Not Disturb (Elvis x F!Reader)

I never would've imagined that when I met Elvis Presley before one of his first concerts that I could be minutes away from marrying him. I remember our entire history together like it was yesterday.

He was such a shy boy and I was such a shy girl. We'd go on milkshake and movie dates together. I would help Mrs. Gladys in the kitchen for Sunday dinner back when they lived in the house on Audubon Drive. It was always a good time.

And of course, how could I forget his wonderful proposal. It was during his concert in Hawaii. I remember how he invited me and my parents all the way to Honolulu. He even paid our travel fare and everything. It was the final song of his set and he looked right at me.

"Ah'd like ta thank everyone for comin out to see me. Ah especially wanna shout out mah lovely girlfriend out in the audience. For mah final song tonight, Ah'm dedicatin this to her. It's called Love Me."

And that's when I broke down and cried. Love Me was my favorite song and he's singing it just for me. It isn't as if he hasn't sung that song before, but it was because he saved this song for last that I knew. He was proposing to me.

"Thank you. Thank you very much."

As soon as I could, I rushed right over to see him. Once he opened the door, I flung myself into his arms.

"Yes! Of course I'll marry you!"

Many tears were shed that night. Even Mr. Vernon and daddy looked misty eyed. Momma couldn't have been any happier to hear the news. Even when we got the news about Elvis' draft notice, I stood right by his side. We planned our wedding to be just before he had to report for duty.

So now here I am walking arm and arm with daddy down the aisle. Elvis looks absolutely stunned to see me in my dress. Before he can speak, the preacher speaks up.

"We are gathered here today to celebration the union of this young couple in Holy Matrimony."

Everything fades away until we get to the I do's.

"I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may now kiss the bride!"

Everyone applauds and cheers as we kiss. Elvis even picks me up and carries me to the limo. This is the best day of our lives.

"We're married."

Elvis has a shaky sigh and I know he was just as nervous as I was. Even throughout the reception, I could tell he was boiling over with nerves. It wasn't until late into the night that it all comes out.

"Honey. Ah need you."

I feel a little shiver roll through my body. Elvis said that right in my ear in such a husky voice, I can't help it. I'm still a little nervous, so I have to ask knowing full well what he'll answer.

"Need me to do what?"

Elvis' breathing gets very ragged.

"Get the Do Not Disturb sign an take off the dress."

And just like that I do as he says. As I get the sign, I see him taking off his shirt and unbuttoning his pants. I struggle to get my dress off before he takes me into his arms.

"God. Ah need ya so bad. Ah can't take it."

"I know."

He looks down at me and flips me onto my back.

"Ah'm gonna take good care a you. You ain't ever gonna think bout another man while Ah'm gone. Just me."

He says all this right in my ear as he touches me. I can feel his fingers curl.

"It's ok honey. Ah'm gonna make ya feel real good before we make our marriage fully bindin."

Elvis of course makes good on his promise. I feel completely at his mercy as he pleasures me. And yet I trust him to the absolute fullest. He knows just how and where to touch me that makes me feel full of need.

"Elvis."

"Hmm?"

"I need you."

I feel him chuckle against me before I can feel his tongue. Momma would be furious if she saw us like this but I don't care.

"Ohhh!"

I don't remember what happened after that. I just know that it feels very good. Nothing feels real anymore to the point where I could swear Elvis is moving right through me. Not just through me but moving in and out of me like I'm nothing but air.

"Oh God!"

Everything goes black. I feel a heavy weight land by me. I don't even to think about curling up against my new husband. I'm not worried about what will happen when he leaves. For now, we're here. We're married. And the best part? I can't even care that we had no protection.

An: Thank you @cattcb for the request! I hope I have enough balance between fluff and smut in this story.

[sutorus]

i imagine gojo jerking off with his own spit while he’s on his knees going down on you

and the fact that you can probably hear the noise it’s making 😫😫

nonnie u genius this did. so many things to my brain like this is so so so so hot to me u don’t understand

so canon too bc yk that man is a #munch

cws: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, oral (f!recieving), masturbation (m)

yk gojo is a) having you anywhere anytime any position whenever he’s feelin hungry and b) definitely not denying himself any pleasure like his hand is on his dick insta if he needs it

and THE NOISESSSS not just his slick fist pumping his cock squeezing the head hard to milk out sum more pre but also him slurping n gulping n sucking moaning out wildly into your cunt. . .

him only having one free hand to play with your lil pussy so he has to ask you to do the shit he wants to do like touch those tits f’me baby while he watches so intently from in between ur legs

you press your boobs together and throw your head back into the pillow and he has to bury his groan into you, eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and hand working faster n louder at the sight of you

and when you sit on his face… god

he lets you ride him until he can’t breathe, until his chin is covered in your slick, until his blindfold slides up and right off because you’re making such a mess of his face while he chokes his cock with his fist until it’s fuckin purple at the tip

the way he’d literally do it anywhere like fancy restaurant bathroom your bare ass on the sink him on his knees jerking off furiously while he eats you out

he loves it when he’s on his knees too bc he gives messy head and sometimes he can have you dripping all over his cock if he folds your cute little body just right (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

anyway god. munch gojo who can’t keep his hands to himself. is canon to me!

[absolute-flaming-trash]

I'm not sorry for this.

Pairing: Mahito x Fem!Reader

NSFW

Word Count: 2712

Warnings: Yandere, Dubcon, Forced relationship, Implied past noncon, Implied murder (not reader), Implied kidnapping, Oral (f recieving)

Hope was a dangerous thing to have.

It meant that there was some metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel. That, to some degree, there was a positive outcome to your situation - a concept that was the very definition of delusional.

Yet you still had it.

This would not be, by any means, the first time you’d attempted to get away from Mahito. The few “successes” you had miraculously achieved were, in reality, his own experiments on human behaviour.

What would you do? Where would you go? Who would you seek out?

To each of these questions, he gained a bountiful supply of answers, the last of which especially so - growing in size and deformity in an area of the sewers that he had sectioned off specially for you.

If hope didn’t drive you to madness, the moans belonging to the twisted remains of friends and family were enough to fill in the rest, so surely it had to be madness that gave you the idea you had.

Initiating intimacy with Mahito on your own free will.

Perhaps you could argue with yourself that it was bravery instead that led you to consider such a daunting task, but the truth was far more disturbing:

What more did you have to lose?

With plans A, B, C, all the way through fucking Z failing so spectacularly, it seemed the only option left. Even if it made your stomach clench so violently you needed it to stare at the horizon to keep bile from rising up your throat.

Maybe, by some absolute miracle he would let you roam free after you convinced him you had come to return his affections. Escape would come later, you needed to take this one step at a time, but it would open the opportunity for some trust to be gained and his guard to be lowered just enough that you could get the hell out of there. Giving him an inch so you can gain a mile and (hopefully) more away from him.

It was just a matter of actually going through with it.

You knew you were staring, but it wasn’t like he paid it any mind. He was too absorbed in his book - an arm propped behind his head on the pillow while he used the other to lean the book against his knee. His free leg dangled over the side of his hammock, pushing against the ground and rocking himself from side to side. It was difficult to see the title from your position on the floor, but the illustrative diagrams were enough of a hint that it had to do something with human anatomy.

The implications of his choice of literature were shoved into the recesses of your mind as you slowly stood and made your way towards him.

Each step closer was filled with trepidation, and the skin on your hands burned as you wrung them together.

Mahito acknowledged you when you got within five feet of him.

His smile was as big as it always was, the stitches around his eyes slightly enlarged by the ridiculous glasses he wore.

“Hey.”

Your sheepish greeting made him smile wider, and he pushed the glasses up to rest on top of his forehead.

“You were staring for quite a while,” You cringed inwardly at the call out, “Is it because of my new look?”

Your eyes flickered up to the old fashioned cat-eye style frames. They made him appear almost comical, and perhaps the sight could be if they had belonged to him in the first place.

“They’re certainly something, I’ll give you that.”

He giggled. “I think the same when it comes to human eyesight.” He placed the glasses back over his eyes and leaned towards you - his eyes narrowed into slits. “Some of you have terrible vision.”

All you could do was laugh nervously at his playful tone after he failed to look away from you and the awkward silence grew. The bones in your hands screamed in protest as you wrung them further.

“I actually… wanted to ask if I could join you?”

Mahito’s eyes widened slightly - the glass lenses greatly exaggerating the expression.

Inwardly you were dying from how feeble the execution of your request was, but it was thankfully met with relief when his bemused expression melted away into one of obscene delight, and he leaned back into the hammock with his arms in an open gesture.

“Go right ahead.”

He made no motion to move over and give you space, so it was awkward climbing in. There were a few moments where you genuinely believed you were going to flip the whole thing over and cause the two of you to eat shit on the concrete below, but you managed to get your bearings and lay beside him.

Well… really you were half on top of him with your head resting on his chest.

You had been close to him before, but never anything like this. Without the resistance you normally put up, you were able to notice the hollow silence that took up the space where a heartbeat should’ve been. The hairs on your arms stood on end with the revelation, and you did your best to breathe calmly through your nose.

He smelt like death and easter lilies.

You draped your left arm over his torso - your right arm crushed somewhat awkwardly underneath you, but it was surprisingly not too uncomfortable. Your legs were quickly tangled with his, returning to their position as a prop for his book as he began to pick up where he left off.

The sound of his voice resonating through his chest made you jolt unexpectedly, and his amusement bled into his voice as he spoke.

“Since the human cerebral cortex, with its underlying white matter, occupies 75% of the whole brain, its relative expansion is frequently equated with brain evolution…”

Ah, you had been somewhat right in your earlier assumptions.

Your fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest while he read, his voice soon becoming background noise to your thoughts. Every fiber of instinct was screaming at you that this was a terrible idea. That there must be something you hadn’t tried yet, and there was still time to save yourself while maintaining your dignity.

The thoughts were squashed with a moderate amount of difficulty.

You were fully aware of how bad of an idea this was, but you had made your bed and were determined to lie in it.

You could do this.

You had to.

After a few minutes you craned your neck to look up at him properly. The glasses had slid down to the end of his nose, and a small voice in the dark corner of your mind admitted that the sight wasn’t half bad. You waited until he turned his head to face yours before crossing the point of no return - pulling yourself up his body to close the gap in a soft kiss.

You tried your hardest to make it seem real.

It didn’t last long, maybe three seconds at the most with no response on his end aside from his entire body going completely rigid underneath your touch. Mahito’s face held none of the amusement it did before when you pulled away. He reached up and took the glasses off his face, all while his heterochromic eyes searched yours curiously.

“What are you up to?”

It was a simple question that made your blood freeze.

“Nothing, it’s just… ” your brain scrambled to come up with a believable excuse, “I’m tired.”

You kissed him again before he could have a chance to respond, pouring as much affection as you could scrounge up into the action. You released his lips only to speak a few words between breaths of air.

“I’m tired… of pretending… I’m not yours.”

His movements were almost lightning fast. There was a loud *thud* from the book as it fell to the floor, forgotten while he buried his hands in your hair to hold your head in place and deepen the kiss. It was an overwhelming sensation that was only amplified when he flipped you underneath him, semi-straddling you so he had a knee between your legs and the other by your hip.

The force combined with the sudden sway from the hammock made you squeak in surprise, and you felt him smirk against your lips before his tongue entered your mouth.

It took everything not to resist as he explored your mouth with fever - a whine threatening to bubble up from the back of your throat. The intensity of it scared you, but what scared you the most was the zing of pleasure that shot down your spine. You mimicked the action of his hands, threading them through his hair to keep it from coming between your lips and his.

You were trembling by the time he pulled back, lips shiny and swollen and stretched into a grin that held pure unfiltered glee.

“Three months,”

Your brows pinched together in confusion, but your jaw fell open in a gasp when his lips descended on your neck - the action of sensitive flesh being pulled between his teeth combined with the ache quickly building between your legs cutting off any questions you had in the form of a choked moan.

“Five days,” His hands twisted your head roughly to the side, shoving it against the pillow to allow him more access to your neck, “Ten hours… twenty-four minutes.”

The sensation of his teeth sinking into the junction where your shoulder met your neck elected a sharp yelp, but his hands kept you in place as he added another mark to the collection. The pain was short and sweet, quickly replaced with a horrible rush of euphoria that littered your skin with goosebumps.

“I knew you would break eventually.”

There it was. 

The devastating reminder that broke you out of your lustful haze, and you felt the urge to rebel creep back into your heart.

But that was the point, wasn’t it? To have him believe that you were well and truly broken in by his desires? Besides, if you really had been with him for as long as he said… it had certainly been a while since you felt as good as you did.

There wasn’t any harm in enjoying the process, was there?

You pulled his lips back up to yours before you could think about it further. He groaned into the kiss, reigniting the low spark you felt earlier.

With cautious, shaking hands, you skimmed your fingers down his chest, catching the edge of the fabric of his shirt and gently pushing your hands underneath to explore his skin. He had no blemishes you could feel, the only breaks in his flesh coming in the form of raised stitches that twitched beneath your fingertips.

His upper body had all but melted against yours, his own hands moving along your body in their own exploration. You doubted he’d be able to discover more about you, but that wasn’t a thought you wanted to entertain for the sake of Murphy's law, so you relaxed as much as possible in his hold.

However instinct is what drove you to immediately grab his wrists when you felt him raise the hem of your own shirt - an action that was purely done on autopilot.

Granted you did not plan on things escalating quite this far, at least not this soon, but when Mahito’s eyes immediately locked with yours, your breath hitched in paranoia. You could see the dark remains of suspicion still swirling amongst the blue and gray, and you swallowed nervously.

“Can I?”

The backpedal of a question hung heavily in the air, and you could almost see the cogs turning in his mind as he regarded you. The silence stretched on long enough that you began to brace yourself to be called out as the fraud you were until he slowly lifted himself off of you to sit on his knees - never taking his eyes off you as he did.

Relief sagged in your shoulders, and a different thrill shot through your system as you sat up and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you half naked in front of him.

All your bras had been destroyed some time ago.

The knotted rope of the hammock felt strange against your bare skin as you laid back again, and Mahito’s sharp cackle made you flinch from the sheer volume as it echoed across the vast space of his makeshift lair.

“Maybe not so broken.” He hummed in delight, hunching back over you and running his tongue up your ribcage to encircle one of your nipples. Your head fell back against the pillow, back arching when his lips closed around the newly hardened bud.

It felt like his hands were everywhere at once, gasping and groping so incessantly that you nearly didn’t notice the borderline abrasive tugging at the waistband of your pants.

If true doubt hadn’t filled your soul beforehand, it sure did now as Mahito trailed down your body, leaving bites and open mouthed kisses in his wake.

It was a disgustingly human-like action, but then again almost everything about him was on the surface.

You simply had to endure.

“I want you to keep looking at me, okay?”

The excitement in his voice didn’t betray the fact it was a command, not a request as he slid off the hammock and pulled the last remainder of clothing off your body with practiced ease. He roughly adjusted your body so you laid across the hammock horizontally with your hips at the edge and knees over his shoulders. He knelt so your pussy was directly in front of his face, and heat burned in your cheeks as he parted your folds with two fingers - keeping his eyes locked with yours as he languidly ran his tongue up your slit, flicking your clit sharply with the tip and you practically mewled.

His laughter vibrated against your core, causing your hips to jerk up into his mouth, and his hands looped under your legs to hold onto the fat of your upper thighs, securing your lower body in place as he devoured you.

He was a messy eater, and the noises extended beyond obscene. There was never a steady rhythm, the motion of his mouth and tongue going either too fast or too slow and never really giving you a precise pattern that you could hold onto. Just mindless exploration meant to drive you further to the point of madness.

And the sick thing was it worked. That horrid coil that you hadn’t felt in ages was rapidly building, and rational thought took a backseat as you buried your hands in his hair for the nth time that night - holding on for dear life while your hips responded to his clumsy movements.

He smiled against your cunt, tongue swirling around your clit as he watched your face pinch together at a height of pleasure that you just weren’t able to reach. You weren’t holding back anymore, whines pouring freely from your throat with increasing volume and pitch.

You practically shrieked when you felt something hot, wet, and slimy plunge into your core. You’d been so lost in the mirth and lust in his eyes that you didn’t notice the second tongue that formed, the one that now wormed its way in and out of your cunt while the other worked over your clit, and you were gone.

The walls became familiar with your screams once again when you came. You had broken eye contact with Mahito when you threw your head back against the ropes, but you couldn’t find the capacity to care as your body shook violently. Air was hard to come by, and it only grew worse as Mahito picked up the pace, never giving you a chance to recover in the post-orgasmic bliss.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You gasped.

You were granted a brief moment of relief as the tongues were pulled from you, but it wasn’t out of mercy.

“I’m not finished.” There’s an underlying tone in his usual glee. A warning that kept you firmly fastened in place.

“I want to see what it truly takes to break you.”

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[blueicequeen19]

Fuck Me Daddy

Warnings: spicy sexy time; oral, unprotected sex, use of anal toy, degradation, deep throating, bondage

JJ wanted a new board. He’d been saving up all year and hardly talked about anything else. He was passionate and obsessed just like he was with everything else. With Christmas right around the corner, I decided I was going to treat my man.

I had everything in place for when he got home from work. Dinner was made. The house was clean. Candles were lit. The board was wrapped and so was I.

“Babe?” I hear him call out as his footsteps draw closer, echoing throughout the house.

“In here!” I answer back, smoothing down my dress of wrapping paper. I had to stand perfectly still to keep from ripping it.

The door opens slowly and I take in his surprised expression. He looks from me to the new board and back to me. Those beautiful blue eyes are wide and frantic. Like he can’t believe what’s he’s seeing.

“Baby.” He’s breathless, looking between me and the board again.

“Merry Christmas, JJ Maybank. Which one would you like to unwrap first?” I purr, nibbling my lip as his eyes start to undress me, the board forgotten about.

Aside from a sexy red thong with a bow on the ass and my best stripper heels, I’m naked under the wrapping paper. Another surprise.

“I hope you know that dinner will be cold by the time we eat.” His breathless voice makes my thighs clench as he steps closer to me, looking down his nose like he’s sizing me up.

“I have something nice and warm for you to eat right now, baby.” I whisper, slowly running my hands up his sculpted body and into his hair. He shudders.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk for a week.” JJ growls.

“Is that a threat?”

“A promise.”

Now I shudder as I give him a sexy smile. I look down to admire his massive bulge in his jeans. I could even make out the tiniest wet spot on them.

“How hard are you, baby?” I whisper, tilting my head up to run my lips along his stubbled chin. Even with my heels on I barely reach his chin. I smile when I feel him swallow.

“Like a steel fucking rod. It hurts.”

“We should take care of that.” He tilts his head to meet mine, capturing my mouth in a toe curling kiss. He’s kept his hands off me the entire time. Afraid to mess up my hair and makeup or ruin the wrapping paper. I’m done waiting.

I reach for his belt at the same time he suddenly steps back and grabs the front of the wrapping paper, ripping it straight down the middle. I gasp as cool air hits my hardened pierced nipples and the moisture between my thighs. JJ’s eyes darken as he takes me in, his jaw clenched tightly. Upon closer inspection, he blinks rapidly when he sees what the jewels hanging off my nipples say.

Fuck Me.

His eyes lower to my navel ring and he lets out a puff of air at what it also says.

Daddy.

I turn, flipping my hair over my shoulder as I let him admire the thong and bow. I lick my red painted lips as I arch my back, sticking my ass out for him to admire. His eyes lock on the red jeweled butt plug nestled between my cheeks.

“Do you like it, baby?” I flirt, giving him a little shake of my hips. JJ groans, long and low, before scooping me up and dropping me down on our bed. His lips find mine frantically as he grinds against my pussy, his jeans causing the right amount of friction.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect. You make me crazy. I love you so fucking much.” JJ growls, leaving my mouth to tease each of my nipples then kissing my navel, not even bothered that he’s got lipstick smeared across his mouth.

He nestles between my parted thighs and shoves my knees to my chest, opening me wide for him.

“My perfect, dirty little slut. All wrapped up and ready for me to devour. I could eat you alive.” JJ tugs the thin strap of my thong to the side before burying his face in my pussy and inhaling deeply.

I’d be embarrassed and humiliated if I didn’t know how obsessed with me he was. I arch my back, pushing my pussy further into his face. His large, callused hands grip my ass, holding me up for him like a silver platter, then he’s feasting on me.

I moan loudly as he rapidly flicks my clit before sucking it into his mouth. His thumb presses on the plug and my body jerks, ready to give him whatever hole he wants.

“You taste like fucking sweet sin. How did I get so lucky? So perfect. So beautiful.” I swoon over his words, gripping his hair as I near my release while he was still fully dressed. Just when I’m there, he stops and stands at the foot of the bed. I’m gasping as I prop myself up on my elbows and he pulls his fat, hard cock from his jeans.

“This is my gift, correct?” JJ pants, stepping out of his boots and jeans then grabbing something from inside the nightstand. I nod as I scramble to the edge of the bed and he pulls me to my feet then turns me around. My hands are immediately cuffed with soft leather and I smile, knowing where this is going.

“Get on your knees, pretty girl.” I let him turn me back around and lowers myself to my knees.

“I’m going to fuck your throat and you can’t tap out. All you can do is take. If you do a good job, I’ll reward you.” I smile as he cups my jaw and slaps his cock against my lips. I was so helplessly wet it was running down my thighs. I’d be dripping on the floor soon.

“Open wide. Swallow me, baby.” I do as instructed while he forces his girth to the back of my throat. I gag but I fight it, relaxing my throat and breathing through my nose while my cheeks ache from being stretched.

“That’s my girl.” His pleasured moan is music to my ears while he fucks my throat. Droll is running down the corners of my mouth and my eyes are watering but I’m determined to satisfy him. The way he pants and throws his head back or the way he looks down at me with such pride and adoration have me on the urge of climaxing again. One stroke of my clit and I could cum right now.

“Yes. That feels like heaven. Fuck, baby.” He bares his teeth, thrusting header and faster. He’s close.

“I’m going to cum down your pretty throat and you’re going to swallow it like a good girl. Such a good girl for me.” He’s hands tangle hard in my hair, my scalp screaming in protest until he suddenly erupts down my throat and holds his cock in place, forcing me to swallow around his girth. Each time I do he moans louder than before.

Finally, he withdraws and pulls me to my feet, kissing me passionately.

“How do you want to be rewarded? Fast and hard or long and slow?” JJ growls, gripping my ass cheeks in his warm palms as we kiss.

“Hard. Fast.” I pant. I’m suddenly spun around and bent over the bed. He slips my fallen heels back on my feet then slowly caresses my legs.

“Do you have a preference on which hole I reward you with?” His cock nudges my pussy as his fingers wrap around the plug. He slowly pulls it out then pushes it back again and again.

“Fuck my pussy then cum in my ass.” I pant, my body shaking with pent up need. I hear him chuckle before he’s pushing inside me.

Merry Christmas to us.

[namelessbutters-doodles]

Eat You out tonight MDNI 18+

You whimpered and moan as the man is going down on you, licking your insides, moving his tongue in and out as he eats you out. You grip the sheets tighter and tighter each more as your core is getting more hotter.

You twist and squirm more every time his tongue goes deeper inside you, feeling his face come closer to your dripping cunt as you become even more wet. It's only been like a few minutes but god it feels like hours. Feeling his fingers grip your thighs, His nails digging into you, You hearing him say the dirtiest and filthiest things when he goes up for air for a few seconds even feeling his fangs nip your skin as well.

''A-AH!'' ''G-gene b-''oh!'' ''Carefulllll ohhhh!''

''Don't worry, i will~'' he said as he chuckles a little as he goes down back more relishing in your moans and the way your becoming undone before him. Loving the way How you taste, Fluids coming out nonstop, etc. He was surprised at how you said yes to him to let him do this to you when your currently on your period.

Just a few hours before this, both of you were cuddled up together on the couch watching a movie. The movie was getting tensed and a bit steamy, you both started to make out and get heated as the movie continue on. Both of you couldn't ignore it as you push gene down on the soft cushions, making out more as he gripped your hair and yanked it.

You fucking loved it as he yanked it more each time till he went down on your body leaving marks and bruises in his wake till stopped at your crotch. He can smell it even taste it as he just looks at it even though you were still covered, you were wondering why he stopped until you remembered you are on your period. He looked at you with lust in his eyes. He was going crazy on the inside but he managed to control himself as he spoke.

''Y/n...May i?''

You stare at him when he spoke, you never had anyone eat you out before when your bleeding but from what a few women had said about it, it feels extremely good and can help relieve your cramps once you've orgasm. So, after a few minutes of thinking about it you said yes and gene double checked to make sure you wanted this.

Now here you are, Half naked while laying on the bed surrounded by soft cushions, extra blankets that gene put there to help you be comfortable as he's going to town on you as you approach your climax.

''GENE!!!'' ''F-FUCK I'-IM!!!!'' You screamed as he goes deeper and deeper hitting your core. As gene bit down and plunge his tongue deep against your spot, you finally reached it. A white light flashed before your eyes as you came and squirted.

You laid completely still for a while slowly breathing from the intense session, ''That felt amazing...'' You quietly mumbled. As you were slowly Recovering, you felt movement as gene moved himself to lay by you and your eyes widen at the sight. His face was covered in fluids dripping with your blood, you look at his eyes quickly and they are covered in it as well.

You feel embarrassed of how much you came and how much it is on gene. before you can say anything he says

''You Taste good, Sweetheart~'' He says as he licks his fingers and while you cover your face from embarrassment.

''Um...Thanks...'' You Blushed

''Do You want a taste?''

''n-no but thank you.''

''Was it good for you, Y/N?''

''Yeah...''

''Would you like it we do this again sometime?

''Yes please.''

He smiles and lays with you for a while as you both take in each other before he gets up and cleans you off plus putting new sheets on and getting you some food and water. You sit in his lap eating the stuff he got for you while he's giving you compliments, compliments that are very sweet like you did good sweetie, Beautiful, etc to this-

''Such a Squirter~''

[mara-xx217]

His Little Mortal- Hades x Reader Commission

Thanks to @cosmicpink for commissioning me!

You weren't her. Your mortal beauty captivates him nonetheless. He would have you submit to him, no matter how you struggle against him.

Warnings: Yandere Tendencies, Human Sacrifice, Forced "Marriage", Non-Con, Oral, Slight Mindbreak

    Mortals were not unlike a nagging, flea-ridden cat. Always attempting to rub against the gods’ legs and bringing them unwanted and simply disgusting tributes that only serve to cloud their views with rot and frivolous- if not childish- gifts that an immature creature would thrust upon an unwilling and unnerved custodian. 

    Hades drowned out the never ending drone of his so-called worshipers with his ever growing work. 

    Denied.

    Denied.

    Hmph- Granted.

    Don’t test me. Denied.

Something kept pulling his attention. Hades promptly ignored it. Too much work was to be done in the Underworld. Cerberus wrecked the lounge again, the Furies infighting, too much in House tension- 

    A particularly persistent cult had been constantly vying for his attention. Try as he might, the Lord of the Underworld wasn’t able to block out their insistent wailing and begging and their infuriating conclusion that he, god of the Underworld and Lord of the dead, would want more work due to their continuous sacrifices in his name!

    Hades massaged his temples with the flat of his palms. The noise of the House was too much. Chattering spirits throughout the House, Hypnos snoring in the hallway ahead, panicked apologies from servants in the lounge, Cerberus panting and licking his chops to his right-

    Sheer fabrics shift against the other. Golden bands clink as wrists are moved. Up, to the side, back down. Lips painted red, cheeks dusted lightly, eyes framed in charcoal black. The figure isn’t remarkable, not even familiar, yet-

    It angered him that something like this could happen to him, of all gods, once again. Hades couldn’t deny the calling he felt. It was as though he was damned to forever be intertwined with the affairs of mortals, not only in their deaths and their afterlife, but in his own, waking, living and longing moments, too. For the first time in an eternity, the Lord of Hell ignored his work and watched a mortal be dressed to be his next bride. 

    You… 

    Nervous, just like all mortals that were to be sacrificed ‘for the greater good’, your head hangs low and you fight back tears. You weren’t unwilling, no, you accepted this fate that had been laid before you, even if it left you trembling and feeling despondent and faint. 

Too many hands were placed upon you, pulling you in far too many directions. Arms up, arms down, back up, lift your leg- no, the other, now- raise your head. Your make up had to be reapplied many times throughout the process. You couldn’t stop the tears… 

The jewelry that was thrusted upon you was heavy and cumbersome. Garish gold encrusted with rubies and onyx that clashed and caused your head to stoop lower from the weight of your earrings, your neck to feel as though a noose made of gold and your wrists bound with chains that laid on top of one another until they nearly reached your elbows. 

You never felt so over encumbered yet so bare before. Eyes were on you- not the eyes of those that dressed you for your destined end. No matter where you looked, you felt unnerved. Vulnerable, as though some great, unknown force was staring into your very soul. Every time you brought your arms to your chest, they were swatted away and shoved down. A pair of fingers raised your chin. You raised your eyes.

The attendants were gone, along with the touch. 

Yes, you would be the first and only one he would ever take. 

It had never happened before- not with Lord Hades, that is. He not only disliked, but despised mortals that worshiped him. They wasted his time, stole his attention away from his true, ever growing work that would never have an end. This time, however, was different. This sacrifice, you, was special. He would accept you, though to no benefit of the ones that gifted you to him. They will die and be processed as any other mortal would be at the end of their pathetically short lives. 

Not you, though. 

You were not unwilling… yet you were not compliant, either. You refused to raise your head, stand up straight, allow your new Lord to bask in your mortal beauty. Hades steadily became frustrated with your meek stature. 

“Raise your head, mortal. Your Lord commands it.”

You didn’t want to anger a god, not this god. Still… you hesitated.

Rough fingers hold your jaw between thumb and forefinger. He tilts your chin upwards, until you're left with no other choice than to look directly at him, no matter how your eyes attempt to dart away from his hard glare.

No, not a glare. This man- no, this god- could kill you in any way he sees fit. Whether it be from his bare hands or by stealing your soul away, he did neither. He did command you and you refused. Still, you live. The Lord of the Underworld didn’t look down at you with searing rage, but with something that left you feeling flushed and naked under his gaze. 

Hades couldn’t deny that you fanned a flame that had long since died inside of him. Dressing you in his House colours must have been an accident, though it was one the Lord couldn’t deny he enjoyed greatly. 

The feeling was a familiar one. Warm, all encompassing, like a weighted shroud that binded him in place and one that he did not wish to shake free from. Your face, though… your face was unfamiliar. Hades had likely seen a hundred thousand just like it yet… he feels as though he’s looking upon it for the first time. 

You didn’t know what to expect from the Lord of the Underworld. He was unreadable; his facial expression, his tone of voice, the way he carried himself… You felt small and vulnerable under his gaze. Try as you might, no matter where you look or how you hold yourself, it wasn’t what he expected of you. You knew what he wanted though you tried to stave it off with innocence and ignorance. It greatly frustrated him and, as much as you expected violence, you didn’t expect him to simply command-

“Shed your clothing.”

His face betrayed nothing. Warmth rises to your cheeks and pools somewhere in your gut. You hesitated, then braced for the worst. Would he strike you? Would he kill you? …could something worse be underfoot…? Hades raised his hand and you instinctively flinched, screwing your eyes shut as you prepared for pain.

Nothing happened.

Your heart throbbed behind your ears. Your hair covers your face as you hang your head, terrified. The weight of the unwanted jewelry makes it too easy for you to hide your face. Your posture is pathetic- partially hunched over and visibly trembling as you wait for whatever punishment is sure to come your way. 

You didn’t mean to disobey the Lord of the Underworld, you are so scared and you are unworthy of being in his presence! To have him want you to- t-to undress before him…? 

Cool fingers brush the hair from your face, following the frame of your face before they drag across your jawline, tilting your head up so that your Lord could see your tear-filled eyes. Your lower lip quivers as those fingers slide down your throat, coming to rest just above your breast bone. 

BA-BUMP

BA-BUMP

BA-BUMP

It could be your imagination- wishful thinking- or perhaps your tears had obstructed your vision, but you could swear Lord Hades’ eyes softened if only just a little bit. Not completely, his facial expression and posture didn’t change, but his eyes… 

Your tears fell from your eyes. It ruined your bridal makeup, leaving heavy streaks of colour down your face. Your Lord didn’t mind. No, perhaps these tears of confused emotion suited you rather well. You felt his fingers twitch ever-so-slightly against your chest. No- No, not a twitch. A tremble, as though someone saw something they longed for- they ached for- that was just within reach yet they hesitate to grasp ahold of, perhaps unsure if it was truly there and theirs for the taking. 

It was easy for Hades to undress you. The fabrics slipped from your shoulder with merely a subtle shifting of his fingers against your shoulders. The thin cloths tickled your sides as they fell into a pool at your feet. You never thought much of your appearance. Not beautiful, not exactly ugly, either. Just… unremarkable. You couldn’t understand why someone, anyone, a god would want you in any way… But carnally?

Your stomach twists itself into knots as you are placed onto the edge of a massive bed. You feel akin to a doll. Small, able to be picked up and placed wherever your Master deems appropriate. Your knees leaned against one another, though it did nothing to hide your shame. He does not ask and you do not dare move from the position Lord Hades had placed you in, nor do you resist when he parts your legs as wide as you can comfortably accommodate. 

The bangles around your ankles clang together as you dig your feet into the soft sheets underneath you. You don’t think you can look- No, you can’t. Your wrists are heavy and prove difficult to move. This damn gold… You blame the nonexistent restraints for the reason why you do not move from your compromising position. It’s humiliating… You clutch fistfuls of silk cloth and look away as a head of dark hair lowers to between your legs. 

The image of a god- the god of the Underworld- kneeling before a mortal is something that would be heard in some bizarre tale of erotic love, yet you are seeing it in the corner of your own vision. One of his hands could easily wrap around your midsection and crush you to death. Your fear was renewed as one of your legs was grabbed and lifted upwards. In a panic, you begin a mad scramble backwards.

A panicked cry dies in your throat as your other leg is snatched. Most of your body- up to just past your shoulders- is lifted off the bed, leaving you dangling precariously and helplessly. The blood in your body is divided: more than half immediately rushes to your head, leaving you feeling faint and dizzy, while the rest manages to remain in your lower half- flush inside your guts and between your now uncomfortably parted legs.

“Do not reject me.” 

The growl sends an ice cold chill down your spine. Whatever fleeting urge to resist dies as quickly as it surfaced. You are limp, breathing in deep pants through your open mouth. You can’t see Lord Hades in this position. You don’t even try to do so. You only screw your eyes shut and whimper as something soft and wet drags up the length of your sex.

Hades knew, try as you might, you would break at a moment’s notice. You expected pain, force, violence on his part. He’s no shrinking violet; Hades is rough, he is cold, but he is calculated and he wants- needs- you to need him first. Hades won’t allow you to live without him. When he is through with you, you wouldn’t be able to do so. 

Perhaps even in death, he wouldn’t allow you to stray from his side…

You gasp and squirm, attempting to move your legs and being unable to do so, with your Lord holding you by the shins as his mouth connects to your sex. Every small movement from his tongue and his lips causes you to jerk in rhythm to his ministrations. 

This position was uncomfortable. You strained to raise your head. So close… You were so close to raising your head, then you would tense, your head falling back down as Hades pays especially harsh attention to your clitoris. 

Your chest heaves with heavy breath. Your hands grip onto the sheets for any amount of support. You no longer hide your moans of pleasure. Your hips willingly buck against the god of the Underworld’s mouth. Legs and lower back cramping, you can’t stop from wriggling and writhing in time to the pulses of pleasure that have steadily been building over time. 

You didn’t think it would happen. It hasn’t happened before! You were overwhelmed by the tingling heat that exploded from deep within your core. The muscles in your body throbbed in time with the good feeling that continued without waning intensity. You were lost in the moment, whining as your climax waned into numbness. 

The air was knocked from your lungs as you were dropped onto your back. I-Is it…? You yelp in surprise as you are grabbed by your ankles and dragged to the edge of the bed. He isn’t done with you?! A plea for respite was on the tip of your tongue, fumbling and cut off as you cried out in overstimulated confusion. 

He wasn’t satisfied with the ending conclusion. You weren’t responding as he envisioned. Hades will continue, continue until you are hoarse from screaming and soaked in your own fluids, exhausted and pained from the pleasure you have been subjected to but unable to contain the lust that you have for him and him alone. 

Even as it feels so good and hurts so, so much to feel anymore, you babble incoherently. 

It hurts.

Feels so good.

Make it stop.

Don’t- Can’t-.

You will, as will he until you provide him what he has commanded of you. The command “Don’t reject me” is a distant memory and one that scares you. Not for the demand made but for the simple reality that you now know you wouldn’t be able to do so even if you had to. 

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

[starry-eyed-slime]

As a side note, any subby things who’d obediently suck the end of my strap, really putting the work in with their tongue, leaning away just to pant for a moment with a line of drool down their chin?

Knowing full and well that at any moment I could put one hand on the back of their head, the other grabbing their collar, and pull them closer, pushing my thick, veiny strap down their throat.

[vid-writes]

Lost V-Card (Ch. 6)

Just like with every other part of this story this is made for adults only. Please do not interact with this story in any capacity if you are not 18+

That night, just as the sun finally started to set, we crossed into Drudour. The driver informed us that at the last stop, to refuel, he was given the address of a hotel to take us to for the night.

About twenty minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of a high-rise hotel. Marble columns support the front covered area. I've seen plenty of columns in my life, but they are different from these. They're a rose gold color, but it looks more like someone dusted them with the color. And instead of plainness or lines carved into them, they're adorned with a whole bunch of different flowers. For once, they're flowers that my magic won't affect.

"Her Majesty, Queen Caitlin, has booked the usual family suite," the driver says as he opens the door for us this time. Since he chose my side of the car, I slid out first and accepted his outstretched hand's help.

"Thank you, Jeffery," Kari says as the driver gets back into the front seat once we are all out. He pulled the limo out of the front entrance and around the corner into the back of the parking lot since I could not see it all the way back there.

"Jeffery and the shadow limo drivers will each have their rooms on the floor below ours," Elidi offers up to no one in particular as we enter the hotel. There's a line of people on either side of the main walkway, and they all bow as we enter. The line leads us straight to the elevator, where an attendant for the damn thing informs us someone will bring our bags up shortly.

The elevator is one of the smoothest and fastest I've ever been on. Before we stop, it takes us twenty seconds to reach the top floor, floor forty.

The ride up here might not have made me dizzy, but the view from the balcony indeed does. I'm not necessarily afraid of heights, but even in a castle, I've never been this high up.

The clouds look close enough that I can touch them, but I know they're not.

The elevator took us into the living room, which was covered in big fluffy furniture, all in the scarlet and sand colors of Drudour.

Elidi had bowed to us both and disappeared behind a door to what I assumed was her room. Kari was still showing me around, but I was still absorbed in the view of these immaculate windows.

When I finally turned around, Kari was watching me with a soft smile on his face. He led me to a door on the opposite side of the room to the one Elidi had gone behind. The door opens into a giant primary suite and a bathroom off to one side.

I want to see the bathroom more than anything and find my feet heading that way before I can stop myself. There are giant saloon-style doors made of scarlet wood. The symbol of Drudour is an eagle carrying an ornate telescope.

The bathroom is so gorgeous that I almost don't register that the bathtub takes up half the room and is sunken into the floor. It's big enough for about ten people.

"That's officially the biggest bathtub I've seen in my life. And this is your family's suite here?" The astonishment in my voice has Kari hiding a laugh with a none-too-convincing cough.

"Yes, My Shining Star," he says with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

"You're really sticking to that nickname, aren't you?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He cocks his head to the side with an ever-growing smirk plastered on his mouth.

"Fine, I'll let you have it," I concede. Kari closes the gap between us and captures my hips in his hands.

"Good because I wasn't going to give it up no matter how much you protested. It's accurate, and I love it," Kari whispers as he presses his nose on mine.

"Is it bad that even though we've both had baths this morning, I want to take another one?" He kisses my nose as he adds, "With you, of course, because your interest in that tub has me amused."

I shake my head and kiss his lips before I step back.

"I'll need help out of this dress. It's tight, and trying to reach the zipper when it's in the middle of my back is impossible," I grouse as I turn to the tub and look for the spout. There isn't one that I can see. Not even so much as a button on the tub or a slit on the side walls.

"I guess I'll need help turning on the tub, too," I sigh. Kari steps around me.

He presses a hand to one side of the wall, and a small panel pops open and slides out of the way. In the space, there is an opening high up in the nook and a small panel covered in buttons.

"This tub just keeps getting more impressive," I breathe out as I stare in awe. Kari punches a few of the buttons, and water starts flowing from the slit in the wall. It arcs perfectly into the tub. There's minimal splashing.

The water is already set to the perfect temperature because it's steaming. I also smell lavender and cinnamon. Even bubbles start to appear along the top of the water after it's halfway full.

Less than two minutes have passed by the time the tub has filled. Kari steps back behind me and grabs my hips.

He kisses my shoulder slowly as one hand slides up my spine. His fingers stop at the zipper and start to tug it down. My body shudders as the dress falls away from me. Only my white bra and thong set remain.

"Oh, I absolutely made the right choice picking this set-out," Kari says as he uses his hold on my hips to spin me to face him. The fact that he picked this outfit out makes my core throb hard.

"Looks like you did," I reply as my fingers start to work open the buttons of his shirt. Once it's off, I make quick work of his pants. All that's left are his boxers. We are both blushing as his cool skin is the only thing keeping the fire burning inside my core from consuming me.

"The water will be getting cold soon," I whisper as Kari's fingers pull at the back of my bra teasingly.

"Nope. The whole thing is enchanted," Kari says back as he finally unhooks my bra and pulls it away from my chest. My breasts spill free, but Kari is still looking at my face.

His fingers hook into my thong and pull it down. He has to kneel to get it off my ankles, and then he traps one of my thighs with his strong fingers. I shudder as the coolness climbs up my skin, and my fingers delve into his hair.

"I want to feast on you so I can forget today and not think about what's going to happen tomorrow," he says. His voice is thick with desire as he steadies me with his other hand on my hip. The hand holding my thigh captive pulls it further open. Another shudder rends through me as I realize what he intends to do.

"I'd very much enjoy that, Kari," I say as I tighten my grip on his hair. That's the only coherent sentence I managed to get out for a long time.

Kari's tongue dives into my folds, and it's like nothing I've ever felt before. My fingers tighten in his hair, and he tightens on my thigh. I have to remind myself there's no tub ledge for me to sit on as my legs are already starting to grow weak. His tongue slides up to that bundle of nerves he's already learned how to work with expert ease, and in seconds, I'm coming.

"Fuck Kari," I gasp out as he sucks that bud between his lips. His other hand slides between my thighs, and he teases one finger against my core. Just as I'm about to come undone again, there's an urgent knock on the door.

"For fucks sake," Kari growls out against my thigh. Just as he's standing up, the knock sounds again. Kari gently pushes me into the tub, and I sink below the bubbles. With a huffed-out sigh, he pulls a towel in front of his cock and then opens the bathroom door.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, but things have gotten worse. The protesters stirred up some sympathy here in Drudour, and now it isn't perfect. They decided to target you guys because this marriage requires more travel through Sorith than there has been in a long time. Thanks to their laws and rules here in Drudour, no one is allowed to remove the crowd of protestors. Princess Flora's parents want us back on the road in twenty minutes tops," Elidi explains in a rush. Kari turns to me with a mixture of emotions present in his eyes.

"Let us bathe quickly and find Flora a dress she can get on easily. We will be out in ten minutes," he directs Elidi without looking away from me.

"Yes, Your Grace," Elidi says as she sketches a bow to us before turning on her heels and leaving.

"Well, it looks like I will be putting the plans I had for tonight on hold," Kari sighs as he steps down into the bath with me. I'm already washing my body with a loofah hanging on the wall behind the tub.

"Ah, don't worry about it. We have the rest of our lives," I say as I rinse off the soap from my skin.

"You only lose your virginity once," he purrs as he loops his arms around my waist. Heat fills my cheeks as I look up into his mismatched eyes.

"That is very much something I'd like to do before I'm old and gray," I sigh as he kisses down my neck.

"I promise I won't make us wait much longer," he says as he presses one more kiss to my neck.

As promised, ten minutes later, I pull a pale green sundress over my head. It barely brushes my calves, just under my knees. This outfit might be the most informal I've ever dressed. There's a pair of sandals to go with the dress, no heels. All the tension aside, this might be heaven.

"I'm never wearing another stupid elaborate gown again," I comment as the three of us ride the elevator down to the lobby.

"Trust me, I'll do everything I can to make sure that happens once we're married," Kari declares as the elevator comes to a stop.

"While I'm glad to hear that, I'm also going to make sure that it happens before then. At least in my kingdom," I promise as we head for the front doors. There needs to be a line of employees to send us off—just a couple of tense-looking receptionists behind the desk.

As the doors open, the dull roar of the crowd outside meets my ears. They're chanting something in unison that I can't make out because the limo is less than a meter away from us, and the door is already being held open.

Before anyone can stop me, I spin around and sprint for the front desk. My actions startle everyone, especially the receptionists.

"Sorry for running up on you two like this," I pant out as I reach the desk, "but I wanted to know if I could get a key card to take with me. I don't know if we will be able to come back here for a while, and I want something to remember this place." The male receptionist looks confused as the woman next to him, who I assume is his sister, digs out a card for me. She hands it over, and I thank them both.

When I make it back to the front doors, Elidi is seething.

"Save it. I wanted to remember this place," I explain as I hold up the plastic card. It's plain white, other than the sand-colored fancy script letter v on the front.

"Your romantic little token could have caused a major security issue," she grouses as we all slide into the limo.

"I'm not apologizing," I snap at her. Honestly, I understand the tension she's under, but the sudden change in personality makes me feel hostile. She holds up her hands in surrender from across the limo.

The rest of the ride, until we have to stop to refuel, is full of tense silence. Making sure I tuck my little token between my breasts, I follow Elidi to the women's restroom.

"I'm sorry for snapping at you over the key card," I yell as she finishes making sure that the bathroom doesn't have a secret assassin hiding in it or something.

"It's alright. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way," she says as she nods that I can come in. It's a big bathroom with several stalls, so how she managed to clear it in such a short amount of time surprised me.

After I've relieved myself, I ask if we can grab some snacks and something to drink. Just as Kari is walking into the store, my stomach growls loudly.

"We need to get you something more than just a bag of chips or trail mix," he says as he walks to the front counter. He doesn't even have to tell the clerk anything; she informs him that the Royal Kroqales financial department will receive a bill later.

We piled back into the limo a little while later, basically covered in food. We each grabbed one of the quick and easy meals they offered and then raided the snacks aisles like unattended children in a candy store. As we were eating, I decided to pull out my key card to make sure I still had it. Unfortunately, my hand pulled back empty.

"I lost my V-card," I nearly shrieked, causing Kari to choke on his hot dog. Elidi just started laughing—a full-body shaking-style laugh. Half of her snacks fell off her lap, and now it's her turn to shriek.

"You mean the key card you breached security protocols for," Kari asks, his voice laced with bemusement.

"Yes, that one," I snipe back at him, but I'm not angry.

"Don't worry. I can have another one sent to us," Kari reassures us as he pulls out his phone. Elidi has decided to sit on the floor among the pile of snacks she dropped, still laughing.

"That was honestly funnier than it had any right to be," she finally says after her laughter ceases.

"Well, you are the one who interrupted foreplay," I quip back at her. This time, it's her turn to choke on her food.

Kari's laughter floods the back of the limo, and I forget everything else that has happened today.

The next day, we are all half asleep in various spots around the limo when it finally rolls to a stop in Vrathia. Before I can even sit up, the door is yanked open. My mom leans in the door, and her eyes light when they land on me. I am in one piece, not harmed.

"Hi, Mom," I mutter as she all but climbs in the limo to pull me out. The only thing stopping her is the size of her skirts.

Once I'm out of the car, she pulls me into a tight hug, and I can feel her shaking. She always maintains a calm demeanor, something I get from her. But when it comes to my brother and me, she's very emotion-driven. And since nothing like this has remotely happened for longer than anyone can remember, I'm sure she's been out of her mind with worry.

"I know you were texting as often as you could, but I was still so worried," she exclaims in a hushed whisper. Her arms are still around me like a vise grip, but I'm returning the favor in kind.

"I'm alright, mama. Kari and Elidi would never let anything happen to me," I reassure her as she finally pulls back a little bit enough to give me a more thorough look-over. When she's decided I'm really unharmed, she turns to the nearest maid she sees.

"Get my daughter a hot meal and a hot bath," she commands.

"Mom, I'm fine, I promise. I want to sleep," I say with a yawn.

"I'm sure you do, but I want you clean and full before you sleep," she says, and her tone leaves no room for argument. She even escorts me to my room as Kari and Elidi trail behind us.

"Once you have rested, we can talk about what happened," she proclaims once we reach my room. As for you two," she turns to Kari and Elidi. One of Flora's ladies-in-waiting will show Elidi to a room where she can stay. Kari, your suite from last time is ready for you. A hot meal and bath are awaiting you as well. Elidi, we can have a meal brought to you and a bath drawn for you if you'd like."

Elidi accepts my mom's offer as I push into my room. I don't bother to tell anyone goodbye or anything as I close the doors behind me. I want some quiet and to sleep. But I know if I don't eat and bathe, someone will tell my mom, and she will make a big deal about me not wanting her to care for me.

After the meal and my bath, I climb into my bed completely naked. I don't even bother with any of my lights or curtains as I surrender to the blackness of sleep.

It's early evening as Kari and I ascend the hill to our consummation tent. The compromise of the ancient tradition where people watched the consummation of a royal marriage. As proof and shit.

"Don't worry, I promise I'll have you so distracted from the presence of guests with pleasure you won't even remember anyone can hear you," Kari purrs in my ear from behind, where he carries the train of my elaborate wedding gown.

He pulls open the flap to the giant silver tent, and inside, it nearly takes my breath away. In the center is an enormous four-poster bed—more prominent than any I've ever seen. The wood is white with silver inlaid in it, and the bedding matches the color of the frame.

Kari's lips are on my neck, and he gently tugs the veil comb out of my hair. I requested the half-up and half-down hair so that I could wear a veil like this. He tosses it somewhere to the side and starts to work on my dress.

It has more buttons and ribbons than anything I've ever worn. Yet somehow, Kari has it dropping to the floor in a pool of white silk and tulle in mere minutes.

The corset-style top prevented me from wearing a bra, so I'm standing there in a white thong, white thigh-high socks held up by white garters, and silver heels on my feet.

Kari circles me slowly like a predator assessing their prey. When he finally pounces his mouth on mine, it is like cold fire. His tongue devours my mouth as his hands knead my breasts. Somehow, we had indeed made it to our wedding night with our virginity intact. So, the tension was thick and palpable.

My fingers make quick work of his suit, and soon, he's standing in just his boxers. He picks me up with his hands underneath my ass and carries me to the bed. With such gentleness, I'm not sure how he's maintaining. He lays me down and finishes undressing me.

Before I can get in a thought, let alone a word edgewise, his tongue delves into my core. The moan rips from my throat before I can stop it as he fucks me with his tongue. Before my orgasm can truly build, he withdraws. As I'm whining with need, he pushes down his boxers.

"Fuck," I breathe out as his cock springs free. The veins are already throbbing so hard I can see them from here.

"What an apt statement," he teases out as he climbs on the bed between my thighs. He leans down and captures one of my nipples in his mouth before I can repeat anything.

My hands drag down his back with sharp, deep scratches as he sucks and licks on my nipple. The moans coming out of me are getting louder and louder. Just as I'm about to start begging, Kari pushes the head of his cock into my core.

"Ahhhhh fuck Kari," I nearly shout as he pushes in the head of his cock. My nails dig into his skin deeper. His mouth moves to my other nipple as his hand works the one he abandoned. The pleasure floods me again as he pushes his cock in another inch.

I'm mewling now as he slowly slides all the way in. When his hips come to a stop, I think he's buried inside of me entirely. Then he pulls out slowly and slams home with such force I do scream. And I know what I thought was his entire cock before had only been around half. He repeats this over and over again.

Pull almost out all of the way and slowly, then slam back in entirely in one rough thrust. Kari's cock stretches me more than I have ever felt. Just enough pain tinges the pleasure that I feel that when he slams into my cervix for the fourth time, I cum with a scream so loud I know everyone in the kingdom heard.

"Now that business is out of the way," he murmurs in my ear. This time, when he pulls out, it's just as fast as when he slams back in.

He is fucking me hard and rough. My hips lift to meet his now, and I can see by the look on his face he's about to come undone soon.

I jolt awake, panting as someone knocks on my door. With a groan, I slide out of bed and snatch up a robe. I'm about sick of being cucked, even in my dreams. 

Buy me a coffee?

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All fun and games till I have to go spend time with someone else 🙄🙄🙄 you make date nights with the others very difficult!!!!

No. I make them better. 🖤

Love knowing they have to move past my bite marks to go down on you. Those bruises let them know I was there before them, made you cum, scream my name...

[pastafossa]

"Do I Need To Beg?" (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, Fic) 🔥

Right so like a lot of other people, I saw that leaked trailer and had thots, mostly about Matt's new beard, and much like my thoughts on his coat, none of these thots are pure. This is pure fucking sin, in other words, one of the filthier things I've written, so scroll past if that's not your thing. Also thank you to my friends over in the Murdock's Tuna Team server, ya'll are the best fucking enablers ever.

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Chapter Summary:

“Welcome home, Mrs. Murdock,” he purred darkly, lazily dragging his tongue across his lips in a way that told you, quite clearly, what he was imagining. “If you need to shower or drink a glass of water, do it now. Because the second you enter this bedroom, you’re mine for the rest of the night. And I have no intention of letting you go until I’ve had my fill.”

Wordcount: 4.1k words

Warnings for this chapter, let's do this: oral f!receiving and a LOT of it like this is literally just a love letter to bearded Matt eating you out (Matt retains his 😺eating crown), brief oral m!receiving, Dom!Matt, Sub!Reader, bondage, overstimulation, subspace, dirty talk, PiV towards the end, Matt's new fucking BEARD none of us are ok

Matt with an oral fixation incoming, here have this:

Your trip out of town had lasted longer than you’d initially expected. 

Initially you'd only planned to be gone for ten days, but ten had abruptly been extended to an irritating fourteen with little notice. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything you could do about it, though Matt had reassured you over the phone that it was fine. While he missed you dearly and would have vastly preferred you back home and in his arms, he understood that things were out of your control. However, he did have one more thing to say before you’d both given your goodbyes, something that wound up eating at you for the rest of your trip in all the best ways. 

“Besides,” he’d murmured. “It’ll give me a little more time to work on my surprise for you.” 

What that surprise was had been a mystery, one he’d smugly refused to reveal no matter how much you’d tried to pry it out of him over the ensuing phone calls. It couldn’t have been a gift for your next wedding anniversary, which was still a few months away. Nor was it your birthday, or Valentine’s Day. As best you could guess, this was just one of those moments when Matt decided to give you something, just because he could, just because he wanted to, no prompting needed. That wasn’t an uncommon occurrence with him, one more thread in the tapestry made from all the many reasons you loved him. 

However, on the list of things you’d expected to find when you finally made it home, you hadn’t thought to include Matt standing shirtless in the bedroom doorway, his sweats slung low on his hips, his hair still damp from his shower. One corner of his mouth curled up into a wicked smirk, and oh, he knew. He knew, or he’d at least suspected what your response would be to his surprise, and you drew in a sharp intake of breath.

He’d grown a beard. 

You raked your gaze over it, taking in the way it seemed to change the angles of his jaw and his face, somehow adding a dangerous edge to his smile. What was more, there were little patches of grey scattered amidst the dark of it. You had no idea why, but something about those threads of silver only added to the building heat between your thighs, a fire that had started the second you’d seen him standing casually in the doorway, his beautiful body on open display just for you. 

How would it feel to touch him, cradle his jaw in your hands now? 

How would it feel when he pressed his lips to yours, to your throat?

And how would it feel as he made his way down, down, down, the rough scrape of his beard lighting you up as he drifted towards one of his favorite places on your body? 

Your shiver drew a rumble of satisfaction from him. He slowly rolled his head back, inhaling deeply, clearly savoring the scent of your arousal. 

“Welcome home, Mrs. Murdock,” he purred darkly, lazily dragging his tongue across his lips in a way that told you, quite clearly, what he was imagining. “If you need to shower or drink a glass of water, do it now. Because the second you enter this bedroom, you’re mine for the rest of the night. And I have no intention of letting you go until I’ve had my fill.”

You were pretty sure you’d never downed a glass of water and gotten into the shower so quick in your life.

Matt kept his promise. The second you stepped out of the bathroom, he was on you, his beard a deliciously unfamiliar sensation as he caught your face between his hands and pressed his mouth hungrily to yours. That wild kiss didn’t stop at just one, your lips separating only to meet again a half-breath later, over and over again. The two of you only grew more frantic with every second that passed, hips beginning to rock, bodies swaying towards each other, until you were both left gasping, frantic and breathless, hands groping desperately across whatever bared skin either of you could reach. 

“Bed.” The word was a low growl against your lips, his hand wound loosely around your throat, one thumb up under the hinge of your jaw to force your head back for him. One of your hands, meanwhile, had slipped back and down beneath the hem of his sweats, blatantly groping at the thick curve of his ass. He let out a rough groan that you eagerly swallowed down, the skin around your mouth already burning from the rasp of his beard where it had rubbed against you. “Fuck—Bed. Now.” 

He wasn’t going to get an argument from you. 

It was a short, stumbling walk from there to the bedroom. Neither of you bothered to keep your hands off each other, your fingers fisting in his damp hair as he pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to that special spot under your jaw that made your legs shake, Matt seemingly eager to drink the remaining droplets of water from your skin. You should have guessed his plans when you noticed the towel on the bed. But it was hard to focus with the tantalizing burn of his new beard dragging across the delicate skin of your throat, and with the taste and scent and touch of him filling your senses after a long two weeks apart. It felt like there was nothing in the world but him, nothing but the scent of cinnamon and copper and salt, the warmth of it so rich you couldn’t help but gasp with it as he herded you backwards until at last, you both found the bed. 

The world lurched, and just like that you were pinned beneath him, the broad, heavy weight of him easily trapping you against the mattress, not that you minded. Your ragged moan of his name seemed to hang in the air, your fingers still tangled in his hair. God, your cunt was practically dripping already as you lifted your hips, trying to rock up against him in invitation. You'd been thinking of this the entire time you'd showered. He had to have sensed it. “Matt, sweetheart, please.” “I’ve been thinking about this since you left,” he purred in your ear, his breath a rush of burning embers before he started down your body. The moment he reached your bare breasts, he pressed his face between them, the rasp of his beard making you shiver. He inhaled deeply, dragging your scent deep into his lungs. That inhale led to a hitched, delighted moan, his hips rocking down against the mattress. Without warning, he turned his head and eagerly drew one of your nipples into his mouth. The greedy suction of his mouth when paired with the bristling scratch of his facial hair made you whine, writhing as best you could where you were trapped beneath the heavy weight of muscle and bone. But despite the way you offered up your chest in invitation, he had other plans, quickly releasing your breast to slide further down your body. His voice dropped into something low and sinful, then, soft as silk against your skin. “And I’ve missed this sweet pussy of yours, sweetheart.” He placed a tender, innocent kiss against your hip, the gentle nature of it at direct odds with the obscenity of his words. It was a combination that left you burning up, your breath hitching as he pointedly lifted one of your legs to drape it easily over his shoulder. He directed his blank gaze back up towards your own, his lips curling up into a feral grin. “So I’m going to see how many times I can make you come with my mouth tonight. And I’m not stopping until you’ve soaked everything underneath you.” 

Oh god—

Your eager moan and the fresh flood of arousal between your legs was the only answer he needed. He let out a quiet hiss before diving in, his tongue burying itself between your folds for one heavy lap up your cunt, the first taste of you he’d had in weeks. And with a rough moan that matched yours in volume, he threw one arm over your hips, and settled in.

And there he stayed, his face buried between your thighs, for hours. 

You lost track of your orgasms after you came for the third time, three of his fingers hilted deep inside you, his tongue lapping firmly, determinedly at your clit. It had been impossible to resist between that and the rhythmic,  rough scrape of his beard against the inside of your thighs—a sweet-edged pain you were quickly growing addicted to. You came so hard you saw spots at the edge of your vision, came so hard you left a puddle on the towel beneath you, your startled cry loud enough to wake the neighbors. Your brain didn’t even know what to do with that kind of pleasure, your thighs snapping shut around his head, your whole body writhing as the pleasure washed over you in uneven waves.

But Matt didn’t so much as slow. If anything, he simply opened his mouth wider, drank from you even faster, swallowing down that flood as if you were the sweetest of wines. The moment he tasted your orgasm, one that drenched his beard and mouth, his eyes snapped shut, his hips bucking against the mattress. A wild, shaky moan tore from his throat as he came with you, soaking his sweats, the rhythm of his mouth growing clumsy and uneven.

Yet still, he didn’t stop, despite the fact you'd both come. All it took was a few breaths before he was back at it. He seemed almost mindless now, focused only on taking, greedy and insatiable as he forced your body and his to start the climb yet again.

You lost control over your body not long after, your reactions instinctive and uncoordinated. Somehow you found your hands back in his hair, soft, sweat-soaked strands sliding through your fingers. You weren’t sure what you meant to do then, whether you wanted to push him away from your overstimulated body or pull him in even closer, ride his face the way you wanted. Either way, he wound up deciding for you. 

“Seems to me like someone can’t control herself.” He braced one hand firmly against your abdomen, and though he couldn’t see you, you still felt pinned by his gaze and the almost drunken little quirk of his lips. Even in the low light, you could see how his beard and mouth glistened, slick with the taste of you. “Do you need the rope, sweetheart? Do you want me to help you?” 

There wasn’t a chance in the world of you remaining still without that rope, not if he intended to keep going. And you both knew it. 

“Yes, please,” you whispered, your eyes fluttering closed as he clumsily rose from his place between your legs. Despite the lingering oversensitivity in your body, the sudden absence of his mouth still made you whimper. You just—you needed more, the promise of it keeping the tide of your arousal from fully easing.  

“What a good girl, admitting you need help,” he crooned, crawling up the bed far enough to reach the nightstand, pausing only to brush his lips against yours, the scent of your sex clinging heavily to his beard and mouth. He opened the drawer and dug around for a moment, until he finally drew free a length of red silk rope, testing it out in his hand. Once he was satisfied, he began to loop the rope around your wrists. “Don’t worry. We’ll make sure you can’t move. Because I meant what I said. I’m not letting you up until I’m finished with you, and I’m nowhere near done, sweetheart.” 

The moment your wrists were properly tied, he placed his knees on either side of you, rising up to hook the length of rope to the hook set into the wall. But that put something else within reach of your mouth, and all the grinding he’d done against the bed had managed to drag his soaked sweats down just far enough to expose his cock. He was already half-hard again, the head slick and dripping, flushed dark and tempting. 

In that moment, you needed to taste it. 

The noise he made as you darted your head forward and took the tip of him into your mouth was inhuman, one part choked gasp and one part snarl. You suckled at the broad head eagerly, rapid little licks of your tongue against his slit to draw out more of the precum leaking steadily into your mouth, trying to get as much as you could before he could stop you. He wound up hunched over the top of you, one hand braced against the wall, the other fisted in your hair to hold you against him. And the harder you sucked, the more his rough growls and snarls shifted into high moans and soft little whines, his hips bucking instinctively, helplessly forward, pressing his cock deeper into the warm, welcoming wet heat of your mouth. Even those powerful thighs of his started to shake.

If you did this right, he’d come in no time at all. 

But it was the creak of the ropes as you instinctively reached for him that seemed to snap him out of it. 

Just like that, your head was wrenched back by his hand in your hair, his cock sliding free from your lips with a wet pop, saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, and down onto your chest as you stared blearily up at him. Chest heaving, dark eyes burning, he slowly leaned down until his lips hovered mere millimeters from yours. But even though his lips hadn’t made contact, his beard did, the faintest brush of bristling hairs tickling against your overheated skin until you couldn’t help but moan. 

“And this,” he grit out, “is why you’re being tied: because you can’t keep your hands or your mouth to yourself.”  

“I’m sorry,” you whined, trying to nuzzle at him in apology. He dodged your mouth, his hand tightening in your hair in warning. This time, at least, you listened, rolling your head back into his touch, trying to make up for what you’d done, submit like he wanted. “I’m sorry, Matt. I just wanted a taste, I needed you so bad.” 

“If you’d asked like a good girl, maybe I’d have given it to you. Now you’re going to have to make it up to me.” He abruptly let go of your hair, climbing back down your body, ignoring the way you thrashed and twisted. Once he was back in place, he roughly shoved your thighs apart, dropping back down between your legs like he belonged there, claiming that space for himself. “Do I need to beg?” you choked out, practically shaking when he caught the thin, delicate skin of your inner thigh between his teeth, sucking hard. He lingered there for a long moment as you moaned and yanked desperately on the ropes, but it was no use. He was in control, not you, and you knew he wouldn’t let go until he’d left his mark, claiming this part of your body that belonged to only him. But what you weren’t expecting was for him to let go… and then tip his head, sliding his cheek, and his beard along the newly sensitive skin. The burn of it sent you soaring, your cunt clenching around nothing, your back arching as you tried to offer your core up to his mouth. “I’ll beg! God, I will, Matt, just—” “I don’t need you to beg,” he growled, his lips curling until he’d bared his teeth. “I need you to scream.” 

Then his mouth latched onto your cunt again, relentless and inescapable no matter how much you writhed. It was torture, madness of the best kind, and it wasn’t long before something in your mind began to unravel, drawn right down out of your body and into his mouth to be swallowed down the Devil's greedy throat.

Things… got a little blurry after that. 

There was no tracking the time, not when one orgasm melded into the next, minutes and hours falling away beneath the merciless lap of Matt’s skilled tongue, the brutal curl of his thick fingers, the rough scrape of his beard against your thighs and cunt until everything burned with pleasure and pain that turned the edges of your vision a fractured white. There was no outside world, no thought left in your mind but his name, nothing but the mountains he dragged your increasingly exhausted body up, and the swift fall when he mercilessly shoved you over the edge, over and over and over until you were ready to lose your mind.

“Matt!” you sobbed, wrenching hard at the ropes binding your wrists. It didn’t make one bit of difference, the rope firm and unyielding where you were bound. Down between your legs, Matt slurped hungrily, drunkenly at your cunt, his face and throat drenched with your slick, a wide puddle on the towel beneath the place where his mouth connected to your body. The burn of his beard was almost unbearable now, but you didn’t know what to do about it. You weren’t even sure he could hear you at this point, his eyes glazed over and glassy, the broad laps at your slit and clit so instinctive and clumsy that you were half convinced he was lost in the same place you were, drunk off the taste of your pussy, off your repeated orgasms and pheromones that he’d been drenched in. 

Another finger joined the three he already had buried deep inside you. He’d been at this so long that your body parted for him with little issue, and god, god, you were so goddamn full, so trapped in the haze that all you could do was choke out another sob as all four of his fingertips rubbed firmly at that spot inside you. You were too tired even to close your legs around his head, but you could feel it—that final orgasm curling hot and inescapable inside you, so close now you could taste the fractured shards of it, tears streaming down your cheeks as your eyes snapped shut.  

“I think maybe you earned that taste you wanted,” he slurred, kissing lovingly at your clit like he might a lover, his lips parted just far enough to let his tongue brush against you. And god, it almost hurt, it hurt, your body so far beyond oversensitivity that even that light touch hit you like a bolt of lightning, your body jolting. “Not that you can answer me now. Or can you?”

All you could give him was a mindless whine. 

He chuckled, working his free hand down beneath himself as he lifted his hips. His mouth dropped open a moment later, face going slack against your cunt before he moaned loudly, his shoulder shifting rhythmically beneath your thigh, his eyes rolling shut. Was he—

He drew his hand up a moment later with a purr, his fingers now smeared and sticky with both your wetness and his, glistening softly in the low light. “What do you say, sweetheart? Would you like a taste? Because I would.”

You whimpered, tugging mindlessly at the ropes, and you—yes, yes, but your tongue couldn’t seem to quite form the word yes, because he still had the fingers of his other hand buried inside you, rubbing steadily at the spot that made you see stars. God, please, the mere thought of tasting your combined flavors on your tongue had you almost mad, your body a hairs-breadth away from coming. All you needed was a nudge—a brush of him at your clit, the taste of him on your tongue, and you’d tip over the edge. 

He clearly knew it, too. And you thought-you’d thought he would be offering his hand as he dipped back down to your cunt, but instead, he pulled his soaked fingers free from you with a sigh. Your cry was a broken thing, something thick with grief at feeling so empty when you were so close, more tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Shh, you’re alright, sweetheart, don't cry,” he crooned gently, hushing you as he crawled up over your body, nuzzling at your sweat-soaked skin. “Don’t worry. It’s only for a second. I won’t leave you empty. I promise. Almost done. Almost there. One more for me. You’re going to give me one more, honey.” But how, when you were so empty, when you didn’t have his mouth or his fingers, lost and—

He groaned as he began to slide his thick cock inside you. You’d been stretched so open by his fingers, by all of your orgasms over the past few hours, that he entered you with a delicious ease. The sloppy, wet squelch of his cock as he slid inside you would have made your cheeks burn if you’d had any sense left. 

“Shit,” he moaned, one hand braced beside your head, fisting in the sheets. One rock of his hips and he was buried as deep as he could reach, your cunt clenching around him as if it were trying to keep him there. You were too exhausted to lift your legs and lock them around his hips. All you could do was gasp and accept him, your eyes rolled back as you hovered on the edge. “Nn, there you go, sweetheart. There we go. Nice and-and full. Hold on just a little longer for me. Open your mouth, honey.” 

You parted your lips instantly, long past resisting, long past thinking. 

His fingers stroked gently against your tongue a moment later, allowing you to take in the combined musky taste of yourself, the bitter richness of his cock, and how it mingled and melded with the taste of his skin.

“Suck for me like a good girl,” he murmured, his other hand rising to wipe away a few of your tears. Once that was done, he settled his hand around your throat, as if he wanted to feel it when you swallowed. “Go on, sweetheart. You can have it.” 

You curled your tongue around his fingers, drawing them deep into your mouth with a grateful moan. The explosion of it across your tongue as you swallowed, the sheer obscenity of it, made you choke out a broken cry. His fingers were yanked back a moment later only to be replaced by his tongue snaking lazily into your open mouth, blatantly chasing your paired tastes with a filthy moan. All of it rolled up over you at once—his cock sliding up against that spot inside you, the whisper of pressure around your throat as his massive hand closed around it, the angle of his hips that let his body grind against your clit, the paired taste of you both filling your mouth as his tongue curled against yours, but… 

It was the harsh scrape of his beard against your skin that pushed you over the edge. 

Later, you wouldn’t remember the noise you made as you came, your body seizing as your orgasm slammed into you in one sudden rush. Your body went rigid, back bowing off the bed so sharply you felt something pop, your head thrown back as you lost yourself beneath a roaring tide of pleasure. Because this-this wasn’t something you rode, something you swam with, something that swept over you gently. This was something you survived, something you choked beneath, drowned beneath. You barely heard Matt’s shout, didn’t even notice the spreading heat as he came with you in slick pulses of warmth. You heard even less his slurred words of encouragement against your lips as your orgasm lingered in waves that just didn’t end, and you couldn't, you couldn't—

“There you go. Good girl, good girl, so good for me, let it all go sweetheart, I’ve got you, good gi—”

You weren’t quite sure where your mind went, then. But things cut out for a while.

How long you tapped out for was a mystery, the world around you faded into a soft black. All you knew was that when you finally floated back up from that quiet sea, your senses coming back to you one by one, Matt was there, your limp body cradled warmly against his chest. “Come on, sweetheart,” he murmured, the sounds distant and still a little warped as he rocked you gently. He had to have untied you at some point, you thought blearily, since he was holding you now, his back against the headboard, your head tucked down against his neck. “Come on back, honey. Time to come back for me.”

You made a soft little noise of acknowledgement in your throat, all you really felt capable of at the moment, your eyes fluttering half open.  

“Hi there, sweetheart,” he hummed, nuzzling down warmly against your hair. One of his hands swept steadily up and down your arm, sensation that helped ground you, along with the easy rhythm of his breathing as he held you, the rasp of his skin against yours. “There you are, my good girl. You did so good, honey. Now you’ve got it. Take it slow. Breathe with me."

“Mmm.”

"That works." He huffed a quiet laugh, tipping your slack head back until he could brush his lips against your forehead. Your head lolled against his shoulder, your body feeling a bit like all your bones had just up and wandered off. Maybe Matt had sucked them out of you. “I got eight out of you tonight if you can believe it. A new record.”

“It’s,” you slurred thickly, “the… beard. I love it.” 

“I figured. And now I'm definitely going to keep it.” He nuzzled at you again, lifting one of your hands so he could knead gently at your wrist where you’d been tied. You'd probably have some bruises tomorrow considering how hard you'd yanked at the ties, but you'd wear them with pride. You always did. “And now you get the full aftercare treatment. Water, a snack, maybe a massage and a lot of cuddling before you fall asleep. I almost thought about drawing you a bath, but I’m not quite sure I trust you not to accidentally slide down into the water right now, even with me holding you.”

“...Fair.” You sleepily mashed your face against his throat, drawing the musky scent of sex and his skin deep into your lungs. You were still floating to a certain extent, your body sore and exhausted, but the comfort of his touch, the low rumble of his voice went a long way to soothing you. “Love you. Missed you.” 

“I love you and missed you, too.” He pressed a fond kiss to your wrist, letting out a contented sigh. “Let’s avoid being apart for a while.”

“Agreed.” 

[whirlybirbs]

my life and limb for you to write something for shota aizawa 🙏 pls and thank you

SHOUTA AIZAWA swears you'll be the death of him.

After all, you're so fucking gorgeous like this with your legs spread and your body bare — he watches with one very greedy eye as your back arches and your hands wind themselves tighter into his bed sheets. You're babbling his name, gasping out curses and whimpers and pleads.

Shouta likes taking his time.

He's a bastard, sure. He knows that. Sometimes, when you prop yourself up on your elbows and stare down at him between your legs, he wonders what the fuck he ever did to deserve you.

Rough hands are gentle as he pushes your thighs a little farther apart; the heat of his mouth disappears and you nearly cry — but the rough timbre of his voice floods you with a new wave of arousal.

"You're so gorgeous like this, kitten," he murmurs, a crooked finger dipping deeper to the knuckle, "All soft and wet for me."

Kitten. Sonofabitch—

Shouta Aizawa is going to be the death of you.

— [ send an ask: birbs' smut blurbs ; minors dni ]