#tw: cnc

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𐔌 、toji　ﾉ　desperate for money, he takes a job from the dark web: break into a girl’s house for a twisted roleplay she’s willing to pay thousands for 𓈒　◟

cw: dubconノCNC roleplay ノ home invasion ノ explicit content ノdark themes ϑϱ

୨ৎ dead dove: do not eat！minors, blank & ageless blogs will be blocked ୨୧

You’re home alone.

That fact alone isn’t strange—it’s your night off, you’ve got leftovers in the fridge and no plans besides a bath, wine, and maybe one of those trashy novels you pretend you’re too good for. Your apartment is silent except for the quiet hum of the AC and the occasional creak of an old wall settling. Just the usual. Familiar.

And then you hear the front door open.

Not a knock.

Not a jingle of keys.

A click. A turn. A push.

You freeze on the couch, phone mid-scroll, your whole body tensing like a rabbit catching the shadow of wings overhead. There shouldn’t be anyone. You live alone. You don’t have roommates. You didn’t order food. No one should be here.

Your heart stutters.

You think about calling the cops—but something holds you back.

Something primal and wrong and crawling, like instinct knows before your brain does: it’s too late.

Heavy footfalls echo on the hardwood. Measured. Slow. Predatory.

You shoot up off the couch, but he’s already there.

Tall. Broad. Dressed in black. Combat boots. Tactical pants. A long-sleeved shirt tight enough to stretch across brutal muscle. A ski mask over his face. And in one gloved hand, a gun.

Pointed right at your chest.

“Don’t move.”

You do. Of course you do. You stumble back like a fucking idiot, lips parting to scream—but he’s already on you. That gun presses right against your sternum, and his other hand is fisted in your hair, yanking your head back.

“Scream and I shoot.”

Your breath hitches.

You believe him. God help you, you believe every syllable.

“What do you want?” you gasp, your voice breaking under the pressure of a fear that smells like sweat and adrenaline and the faintest twinge of arousal. “I don’t have anything, please—”

“I’m not here for your things.” The voice is low. Rough. Feral. “I’m here for you.”

You shake your head, confused, terror-stricken—but he’s already shoving you, guiding you backward, pushing you toward the hallway that leads to your bedroom. The cold steel of the gun never leaves your chest.

“I have money—” you offer, voice high, trying to stay calm. “I—I can get you cash, or my phone, or—”

“I told you. I’m not here for money.”

Then you’re in your room.

He kicks the door shut behind him with a dull thud that feels like a coffin sealing. Then he steps closer—looming over you, eyes unreadable behind the mask—and shoves you down onto the bed.

You struggle. You can’t help it. You twist and thrash and claw, but his body dwarfs yours. He’s pure muscle and violence, kneeling between your thighs and grabbing your wrists in one massive hand. The gun is pressed to your neck now, cold and unyielding.

“Move again,” he growls, “and I’ll paint your fucking walls with your brains.”

You whimper. Nod.

Then he rips your shirt open.

The sound of fabric tearing is violent, obscene, louder than your ragged breath or the frantic thump of your pulse. Your bra is next—cut in half by a blade you didn’t even see him draw—and your tits bounce free, nipples already hard from fear or the rush of blood, you don’t know.

His hand is at his belt next. Pants dropped. His cock is thick, long, heavy, the kind of weapon your body has no business trying to take.

He doesn’t even undress you fully. Just yanks your shorts and panties down around your ankles, leaving you bare and vulnerable, your cunt wet and twitching in spite of your fear.

“You sick little thing,” he murmurs, dragging the head of his cock along your slit, smearing your wetness. “You’re fucking soaked. Is this turning you on?”

“No,” you breathe, but your body says otherwise.

The next sound you make is a scream—muffled by the gloved hand he shoves into your mouth—when he thrusts into you hard and fast, splitting you open without warning.

It’s brutal. Deep. The air punched from your lungs.

You try to thrash but the weight of him pins you down. The gun’s pressed against your cheek now, kissing your skin like a lover, cold metal dragging through the tears on your face.

“You feel that?” he hisses, voice close to your ear. “You feel that cock splitting your little cunt open? You fucking like this?”

You hate how it feels. You hate how it hurts.

You hate how your cunt grips him like it needs him.

His hips slam forward again, hard, each thrust forcing a whimper from your throat. The way he fucks you is punishing, relentless. He doesn’t care if you cum. He doesn’t care if you bleed. He’s using you like a thing.

And god, it’s disgusting how much of you wants it.

“You were waiting for this, weren’t you?” he grunts, slamming into you. “Just lying here in this pretty little house, hoping someone like me would come ruin you.”

He pulls out suddenly—makes you cry out with the emptiness—and flips you onto your stomach. Then he yanks your hips up, grabs your hair like reins, and fucks back into you even harder, the gun now nestled against the base of your skull.

Your pussy is raw, soaked, stretched around him so tightly you can barely breathe. And still you take it. Still your body sings for it.

“Please,” you sob, not even sure what you’re begging for.

“Please what?”

“Don’t stop.”

A low, dangerous laugh.

Then his pace increases. Your ass is slapping against his hips now, the sound sick and wet and loud, echoing through the room like music from hell. You’re crying and gasping and clawing at the sheets as he ruins you from behind, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other presses the gun harder against your skull.

“I should blow your brains out,” he growls, fucking deeper. “But then I couldn’t keep this sweet little hole for myself.”

You feel the orgasm build before you even realize what it is. It sneaks up on you—hot and mean and wicked—curling your toes and making your legs shake. And when it hits, it wrecks you. Your pussy clamps down around his cock, milking him, screaming his name like you fucking own him.

But you don’t.

He finishes a heartbeat later, deep inside you, cock twitching as he fills you with hot, thick cum. He holds there—still buried in you, panting against your neck—before slowly pulling out.

Your cunt is wrecked, leaking, red and trembling, abused in the most obscene way.

He stands.

Tucks himself back into his pants.

Leaves you there on the bed, ruined and soaked and twitching.

Then, casually, he pulls out a phone. Checks a message. And blinks.

“Oh.”

You watch him from where you’re curled on the bed, barely able to breathe, still shaking.

He glances at you again.

Shrugs.

Wrong house.

[planet-dusk]

tw//cnc, coercion

jisungie and coercion in a cnc roleplay scenario has been plaguing my mind for a while... he's all "please, baby? it hurts... i know you want it, too, right? i'll be quick.. promise"

"just the tip, please, baby. i promise. i love you. need you so much. you love me, too, right?"

which he immediately disobeys and slides right in, "why're you so wet, baby? you really wanted this, didn't you?"

"let me cum inside, babe. it belongs in this pussy, doesn't it? you know that."

if u have anything to add i might pass away but no pressure. ily ! i'm glad you're back:)

maesie it's so good to see you,, i hope you're doing well! and leaving such a treat in my inbox? yum <33

🏷️ han jisung x fem!reader. cw ; cnc, free use, breeding, pet names: baby, babe, doll ( 692 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

jisung gets so desperate when he's needy, and he's just a tad too big for you to not feel the sting without any prep of his fingers; the thought alone makes you wet at the most inconvenient times. so you and jisung came to an agreement: you get to use each other, wherever, whenever. but that doesn't mean it isn't fun to push back a little. feed into his recklessness.

"not now, babe," you manoeuvrer between the spice rack and the stove with jisung clinging to your back. "i'm trying to make dinner here."

"but i need you, baby. i love you. you love me too, right? i need you so bad. please, it hurts," he pleads, bulge pressing thick and heavy against your ass. "just lemme grind against you for a second then, yeah? i'll be quick."

he lifts your skirt and grabs your hips, hungry, fingers making indents in the flesh. his leaking cock slides between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed clit with every rock of his hips.

"that's my girl, so good for me, fuck— i can feel you throbbing trough your panties, baby." he kisses your shoulder, his grip on your hips becoming more insistent. "let me put it in, please? i need to feel your pretty cunt around me. just the tip, okay?"

"sung, the food —"

"dinner can wait," he slides your panties down to your knees and you instinctively push your hips back. the gentle but demanding press of his hand between your shoulder blades lowers you over the kitchen counter. his cock prods at your hole, clumsily in his need, catching on the rim a few times.

the knot in your stomach tightens at the prospect of him entering you raw. it isn't the first time but you know how much the pretense of it riles him up.

"n-no sungie, wait, not without a condom..."

"it's just the tip, baby. i'll pull out, i promise. god, this tiny pussy," jisung groans when your walls give way slowly for the thick head of his cock. you whimper at the burn, caught between the counter and his hips with nowhere to go but take it.

"i know, doll, i know." he soothes you with a kiss to your nape. you gasp when he sinks in deeper, the sting bleeding into a dull throb when he hits that sweet spot nestled between your walls. "'m sorry, shit — this pussy's sucking me right in, baby, i can't help it. want me that bad, huh? you're such a liar."

"'m not," you shake your head, cunt clenching around him at the same time.

"i can feel how wet you are, baby, i know you need this too." his hips slam into yours and he wraps an arm around your chest to lift you up, his long curls tickling your ear. "let me cum inside, babe, it belongs in this pussy, doesn't it? you know that."

his other hand's on your clit now, and you won't last long this way. you're too far gone to give him a proper answer so you shake your head again, stammering a chorus of pleas and moans as your orgasm quickly approaches.

"then why're you creaming on my cock, baby? this tight fucking pussy's begging to be bred," jisung groans, "knows who she belongs to. do you, baby? c'mon, tell me."

he forces his cock as deep as he can and you shudder, holding onto the counter top for dear life as he fucks you towards the peak of oversensitivity.

"y-you," you start to ramble, "it's all yours, sungie-ah, please..."

jisung leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck and shoulder, mumbling filthy words of praise into your skin. "best pussy in the whole freakin' world, gonna fill you up so good, baby, until it's dripping down your legs..."

he cums with a final gasp of your name, then holds you close for a moment. "thank you. i love you," he whispers into your hair, and you squeal in surprise when he spins you around and drops to his knees in front of you.

jisung laughs and presses a kiss to your mound. "dessert first."

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

[draconic-lesbian]

Dragon who breaths a purple mist that makes you really, REALLY like the idea of laying an egg

[ghostgirl-22]

p link

https://x.com/gaysexgang/status/1910790340375650451?s=46&t=oY926O_azsr0obp_vsHH7w

this with artrick <3

Hmm not sure if you’re the same anon… or just on the same wavelength but yes… Patrick’s absolutely gonna risk his professional license to fuck Art lol <3

CW: MDNI, NSFW, so… heed the warnings!! theres a little hint of dub con/cnc that’s resolved in the end, Patrick’s a licensed professional behaving unprofessionally, if behavior like this triggers you please dont read.

——

Patrick loves his job really. And he’s good at it. He’s never ever done anything like this. He’s a professional. Really. He honestly didn’t mean for it to happen. 

It’s just he’s actually the prettiest thing Patricks ever seen in his five years training and working as a masseuse (probably the prettiest thing he’s seen ever). Goldilocks curls, haunted blue eyes, tall but in an awkward gangly way… like he grew too quickly between 12 and 13 and never quite figured it out. Standing in front of Patrick, looking down at the ties on his robe, shy. 

Patrick didn’t mean it. But he did get hard just at the sight of him. Thankful that their uniforms come with an apron that is so long and loose. Honestly he took one class in college… freshman psych before he dropped out and from what little he remembers, this should be in the DSM. Trying to think when you’re horny. It’s a condition really. He can’t believe no one’s ever thought of this before. His psych professor would be so proud if he won the noble prize for being the first person to discover thinking with your dickitis… or whatever… a real and true condition. 

Patrick’s so hard and the client hasn’t even gotten naked yet. 

The client being Art Donaldson. What a fucking name. Patrick almost laughs when he spots it on the chart in front of him. 

“Okay um…Art…. first time?” 

“Mmhm… my fiancé got it for me, birthday gift,” Art says, soft little smile. Beautiful smile. If Patrick was a better person he’d go back in the lobby and get Sammie to ask another masseuse to take over. Especially now that there’s a fiancé. A beautiful boy with a fiancé. So very much off limits. But Patrick’s not a better person. He’s got this condition…

”So I’m Patrick…and it’s easy… just um… you can take off the robe and get on the table.” 

Art is compliant, shrugging the robe off and dropping it on the empty chair near the door of the suite. He’s deceptively solid for appearing so skinny. Bare chest chiseled, body stretched with lean corded muscle, pink nipples erect, his skin looks so soft over firm biceps. The small little towel is the only thing keeping his modesty and he’s blushing. God he’s turning fucking pink. Patrick almost unzips and starts jerking it right there. Strangled moan caught in his throat that he quickly swallows down as Art crawls onto the table, resting on his back. 

“Uh I usually start with you… with you on the… face down.” Words aren’t working for him anymore but only cause this is the prettiest boy Patrick’s ever seen. It’s like he was constructed in a lab based on all of Patrick’s masturbation fantasies. The only thing he could be doing to enhance the fantasy is be in some sort of uniform. 

“Oh god, sorry of course,” Art says, moving quickly to roll over. Fuck. Okay he hasn’t neglected his back muscles either. He’s Patrick’s walking wet dream and Patrick’s forced to behave himself because he’s a client. It’s kind of like a punishment.

He picks up the company's overpriced massage oil. Thirty two dollars for 8 ounces and a brand name. Patrick’s sure he’s found the knock off at Bath and Bodywork’s for six bucks. But it goes on warm and smells so sweet that the often snooty clients will pay for it like it’s gonna work miracles. He squirts it liberally on Art’s bare back and shoulders. His fingers itching to touch and not just Arts body. Art’s skin is warm, his body so tense. Patrick almost feels like a creep. This poor innocent client, he’s got no idea what’s going on in Patrick’s perverted mind. He starts chastising himself.  Trying his best to calm down. To be appropriate. To treat him like any other client. 

And then he moans. 

This soft little exhale as Patrick’s working along his shoulders and the broad expanse of his upper back that slowly turns into a very satisfied full bodied moan. Patrick bites his tongue and moves along that same stretch of skin and muscle again. Another satisfied sigh. It’s okay. It’s fine. Some clients are vocal. It’s part of the job. He wishes though that he wasn’t going insane.

”Lotta tension huh?” It’s a safe comment. It’s what he’d say to any other client. 

“Yeah and your hands are… I mean… this actually feels really… nice.” 

Patrick chuckles. He’s gonna behave. He’s gonna keep his job. The room is dim, soft instrumental music coming from a portable speaker, steam from scented diffusers. All of it meant to make the client relax but now Patrick feels crazy that this is actually his place of business. 

He works his way through a kink of knotted muscle nearing Arts lower back and earns another soft moan. “That’s right,” Patrick blurts it before he can bite his tongue. He expects Art to tense up… to say something but he doesn’t. He’s still on the table, unaffected. Patrick lets out a breath and continues, working his obliques. He’s breathy here. “You have amazing hands,” Art says, softly. 

Patrick has to swallow before he opens his mouth. “Mm I’ve heard that before.” 

Art’s shoulders move, a little laugh escaping him.  

“What do you do?” Patrick doesn’t usually like to talk but he’s in desperate need of distraction. 

“‘m a tennis player.”

“Well that explains the shoulder tension,” Patrick says.

”Yeah… my fiancé says… says i’m really tight.” 

“Yeah… I bet…” Patrick says quietly. 

“You feel it huh?” Art replies, aloof to the way Patrick meant it. 

“Yeah…I feel it.” Patrick’s working his way down towards the swell of his ass and another soft sigh escapes his lips into the forced serenity of the room. Patrick works just down to where the towel is sitting before he stops… just like he’s supposed to. The whole time Art is breathing, little gasps and delicious moans.  

Patrick’s hands are shaking as he moves away from the ass…to the legs. His calves are tight, the hair so fine he might as well be hairless. Legs so long and pretty like a girl. Patrick massages deep into the muscle and Art begins shifting on the table. “Mm feels really good.” He sighs. 

“Yeah?” Patrick coaxes. Then he remembers this isn’t his bedroom on pride weekend. This is his job. Where he works. 

“Mmhm, really. You’re so good at that.” 

God.

He’s working his way up Art’s thighs, when he fully crosses the line.  

”I actually…I think you carry a lot of tension right along here,” he rubs Art’s bottom over the towel. “I could get in there for you if you want?” 

“Yeah please, if you think it’ll help,” Art says eagerly. Too easy.

Patrick slips his hand just under the towel. Arts body is so heated there, Patrick gently massages along his ass cheeks. One side, then the other. He can hear Art breathing. Can hear himself breathing too. His dick is straining painfully along his pant leg. He almost slips a finger inside but stops himself. 

“Uh… okay how’s that?” His voice pitched so different than normal.

“Better,” Art says tightly. 

“Good, you can turn over.” Patrick lets out a deep breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He’s almost done but he knows it’ll be so much harder to keep his expression professional when Art is looking at him.

“Well uh… can I have a minute?” 

Patrick pauses, heart rate picking up. “Uh sure… is everything okay?” 

“Mm I think I might have enjoyed it too much.” He laughs a little. “I’m sorry.” 

“Are you straight?” Patrick blurts. 

“Yeah,” Art says. “Yeah I’m sorry i swear this has never… this doesn’t…” 

“Me too, I’m straight too.” Patrick interrupts. “I promise it doesn’t even matter,” he says quickly. “It happens all the time. Gay, straight, doesn’t matter,” He lies. 

“Really?” 

“Yes. You can roll over I assure you it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” 

Art laughs a little awkwardly. “Uh okay…I keep forgetting you guys are like doctors. You’ve probably seen it all.” 

“Oh yeah,” Patrick says. Just hungry to get his eyes on it. Art settles on his back trying to cup his hand over it, trying to keep it pressed down to his pelvis but it bobs up tenting the towel. 

The blush goes all the way down. Pretty and ashamed and oh so hard.

”Fuck,” Patrick mutters. He’s gonna fuck him. He reaches for it, runs his palm over it over the towel. Forgetting himself. 

Art juts his hips upwards against his palm. “Is this… is this part of it?” He asks. 

“Yeah,” Patrick says, breathlessly. “Have you heard of a happy ending?” 

“Mmhm,” Art breathes. 

“This is a happy ending… everyone does it. It’s just… not talked about.” 

“Oh,” Art says. 

“Yeah… so just between us okay?” Patrick says, honestly not caring if he loses his job at this point. 

“Oh…okay…oh god,” Art closes his eyes as Patrick slips his hand underneath the towel and takes hold of him properly. A very healthy sized solid cock. Patrick slides the towel down so he can see it properly.

Pretty pink and perfect like he knew it would be. One night with a gorgeous straight boy like this could probably ruin him for a fucking decade.  

He covers his hand in more of the warm tingly massage oil and slides it over Art’s cock. He whines, thrusting up into Patrick’s fist. Patrick uses his free hand to tease at his nipple. Watches them go erect as he pinches them. Soft and pointed. Art gasps, arching up off the massage table. “Oh fuck,” he whines. 

“God its so fucking pretty,” Patrick hums. “Ever been blown by a guy before?” 

“No this is my… this is my first time.” 

“Yeah?” Patrick smirks, cause he hasn’t even offered to do it yet.  

Patrick leans over and feeds most of Art’s length into his mouth. Fingers playing with his balls. He tastes so good, salty with the sweet minty taste of the oil. “Oh my fucking god,” Art groans as Patrick licks up and down. Sucking hard. He starts fucking into Patrick’s mouth right away. A fucking dream. 

Patrick slides his free hand into his scrubs and starts jerking himself as Art thrusts into his mouth over and over and over. Art’s just moaning, needy and lost and Patrick’s drooling, slobbering all over him. It doesn’t take long before Art’s movements get erratic. “Fuck I’m gonna—“ he gasps through the end of the sentence and Patrick’s mouth starts to fill with the sticky wet heat of his cum. 

“Oh shit, oh fuck,” Art moans as Patrick pulls off, some of it still leaking from Arts tip, dripping from Patrick’s lips. Patrick pulls the aapron off and yanks his dick out properly. jerks himself to completion while Art watches. Spills all over Art’s bare abdomen. Rubbing it in with his fingers when he’s done like it’s massage lotion.

“Mm,” Art hums sitting up as Patrick finishes, gazing at him wide eyed. “Was that um… is that extra?” 

Patrick laughs. “Fuck, if you come back I’ll give you that and more any day of the fucking week for free.” 

Art collapses back on the table, covering his face. “I really shouldn’t.” He draws one of his knees up. “But um… she really thinks… my fiancé thinks i need to loosen up and you… you have a really good… hands.”  

Patrick grins and wipes his mouth on the back of his wrist. “Okay then um… I’ll have Sammie mark you down for the same time next week?” 

“Yeah and next week we can start on the uh… the front?” Art suggests, gesturing to his now spent cock.  

“Sure,” Patrick smirks. 

Thankful for the apron Patrick leaves the room to let Art clean up and get dressed while he straightens up in the employee bathroom. He returns to the front desk just in time to see a gorgeous fucking woman in a tennis skirt is in the lobby walking out behind Art. His breath catches in his throat as she catches his eye, her fierce brown eyes lingering on him like she can see what he did to her fiance. He smirks and offers a sheepish wave. She shrugs a little smile in response and walks out. Sammie looks up from the computer. 

“You and your magic fingers dude. He just booked you every Tuesday and Thursday for the next 3 months.” 

[nottsvampire]

what if Military!Theo is into primal cnc???? I mean he’s definitely into cnc in general but I think he would be so turned on by the idea of hunting down someone to fuck them

tw cnc. everything is consensual and discussed beforehand.

this is not a what if because HE ISSSS. girl listen. imagine him hunting you down while wearing his military uniform. i’m talking something like this, where only his eyes are visible.

he’d be so controlling of the situation, maybe even tell you exactly which pretty dress he wants you to wear before taking you to the woods. his whole demeanour would shift, a sinister smile curling onto his lips as he leans down, mouth to your ear, and whispers a single “run.”

he’d bring a gun with him too, occasionally firing right into the air to startle you, to remind you he’s close, breathing down your neck. “where you at, sweetheart?” a wicked laugh escapes him, heavy footsteps of his boots thudding against the ground, brittle leaves shattering beneath each step.

your breathing grows heavy and shallow, and your panties are soaked at this point. and he knows it. he knows you’re anticipating the moment he finally catches you. you can hear the cockiness laced in his deep voice.

“you can try to hide from me, princess, but we both know i’ll find you. and you don’t want to know what happens when i do.” he yells, firing another shot into the air, making you squeal before you quickly cover your mouth, brows knitted together. but it’s too late. he heard you, his footsteps growing louder and louder.

“hm. there you are… look at you, shivering in fear.” “no, no, let me go! i don’t want this!” you shout, struggling to wiggle free from his harsh grip on your upper arm as he drags you along. “you think i care what you want, huh? that’s real cute.”

[celenawrites]

getting chased through the woods by ghost and soap in their military gear. not knowing where they are, unable to hear their footsteps because all you can hear is the loud rustling of leaves that makes you flinch every minute or so, the chirp of birds making it hard to concentrate as you rush through the woods in hopes of putting a good fight.

your legs burn as you breathlessly run through the maze of giant trees and green canopies, attempting to find a place to hide when someone's hand wraps around your ankle, yanking you down. you fall into the ground with a cry, and are turned on your back to see soap hovering over you, his thick thighs pinning you down by your hips. he whistles at you, as he eyes you down and you feel awfully self-conscious.

"LT will be happy that I found ye so soon", he grins wolfishly as he grabs your wrists in his hand, pinning them to the ground and finally, kissing you bloody as he lets his teeth bruise your lips. It hurts in a way that almost feels good, and you're totally powerless to stop him.

"You sure you actually wanted to run away? Cuz by the looks of it, you seem to awfully like me playin' with you", he taunts you as he marks up your neck with this canines, all the more hellbent on getting you worked up enough to either put up a final fight or to actually give in and let him play with you like the doll you are.

that's how ghost finds you both, covered in leaves, dirt and with splotches of angry red around your neck like a necklace. looking at how desperately soap is grinding into your thighs now, he remarks, "ain't that a sight for sore eyes."

[concretejunglefm]

because i can’t get cnc somno with obsessed best friend!noah out my mind. all he wants is to fulfill your fantasies.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x f!reader.

CW: Includes mention of somno, cnc, dubcon, implied consent, unprotected sex (p in v), fingering (f receiver), oral (f receiver), cum eating kinda, obsessive bestfriend!noah, obsession vibes, declaration of love.

WC: 2.2k

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

Noah watches you sleep, sweet and peaceful, your breath slow and steady.

He didn’t intend to stay this long, but when you curled against him, your breath softening with the onset of sleep, who was he to disturb you?

It’s not the first time you’ve fallen asleep against him in this position, wearing a t-shirt of his that you had stolen from him months ago. He had never asked you to return it because he loved the way you looked wearing it.

His fingers twitch, barely resting at your hip where the hem of his shirt is raised. It moved when you shifted in your sleep, moving closer to him. He could easily reach down to tuck it back into place or slip his fingers beneath to feel the warmth of your skin against the pads of his soft fingers.

You’re beautiful.

He can’t help but muse to himself, gazing down at your cheek squished against his chest, your mouth slightly parted as you sleep so peacefully, pressed so close to him as if he’s your source of comfort.

It’s then that he hears it—a soft, barely audible whisper of his name carried on your breath.

His name.

Are you dreaming about him the way he dreams about you?

He vividly recalls the moment you confided in him one of your most deepest fantasies, as if it were just yesterday. He was moved by your trust in him to share something you always pondered the idea of.

“Can I tell you something without you judging me?” You ask, your voice soft and vulnerable. The question catches him off guard, and as his gaze meets yours, his heart begins to race “You can tell me anything,” he whispers. You hesitate and in that moment of hesitation, his mind wanders. What do you have to tell him? Have you figured out his desperate want for you? Then, you let out a soft, almost inaudible laugh. “It’s kinda weird. I just… I’ve thought about what it would be like to… fall asleep next to someone. And have them touch me. Maybe even have sex with me. Like they couldn’t help it, but they loved me too much to actually hurt me.” Noah swallows hard, his breath catching in his throat. “You mean… like somno?” That’s a dizzying thought. The countless times you’ve fallen asleep next to him, on him, in such a peaceful and vulnerable state, exposed to his touch. How often his mind wandered to slipping his fingers beneath your clothing, exploring the curves of your thighs before sinking between them. He wonders if you’re aware of these thoughts, if you’ve somehow read his mind. “Yeah,” you nod. “But only if I trust them and love them. It’s not about being taken advantage of; it’s more like allowing someone to have that side of me when I can’t protect myself or don’t need to.” You hold his gaze. “If it were you, I’d feel safe.” Noah has to look away in that moment, because if he doesn't, he might kiss you.

He’s thinking about kissing you now, imagining how it would feel to touch you in the way he desires—the way you desire him to.

Because you do, don’t you?

His touch is featherlight against your hip, tracing the hem of your shirt before it dips, covering you once more.

When you move against him, his breath catches in his chest, momentarily holding it before you settle.

You’ve comfortably rolled onto your back, your limbs spread out in a way that he could almost perceive as deliberate—inviting.

Perhaps you’re inviting him.

“You once told me,” he whispers, almost as if he fears you might hear him even in sleep, “that if it were me, it would be alright.”

Noah’s touch is hesitant, his fingers gently combing through your hair that now sprawls across your pillow. He reaches down with his other hand, settling at your thigh. His thumb circles the spot beneath your shirt where the crease of your thigh meets, testing the waters and feeling for anything that might stand in his path to slip between them.

There’s nothing. No fabric resembling panties or shorts. You’re bare, and it’s enough to make his heart race.

Did you do it on purpose? How many nights have passed since that one, where you fell asleep like this, just waiting and hoping?

You stir slightly, just a sigh escaping your lips. You shift closer, spreading your legs further, inviting him. Noah remains still for a moment longer, clinging to his last shred of self-control, as if the warmth of your presence might somehow extinguish it, and it does.

“You said I could if I ever wanted to,” he whispers, slowly positioning himself.

And he does. God, he does.

It doesn’t take much for him to shed his sweats, his hard, leaking cock pressing against your thigh. The slightest movement has him rubbing against it, and he swears he could be content grinding against you like this while you slept. However, you had explicitly stated your desires, wanting more than that.

“Who wouldn’t want to be woken up by a hot guy having sex with them while they’re asleep?”

Your laughter which followed was intoxicating, as was the lingering impact of your words.

He doesn’t surrender immediately. He shuffles down the bed, his cock pressed against your mattress, trapped beneath him and against his stomach as he settles between your thighs.

One hand rests on your thigh, while the other pushes up your shirt. When he finally dares to peek between them, he gasps at the sight of your beautiful, glistening pussy, already aroused. He had barely touched you, yet you were wet—for him.

His nose brushes against your folds, deeply inhaling your scent. It’s an intoxicating and consuming experience for him as he presses the tip of his perfectly angled nose against your clit before his mouth finally meets it.

“God, you taste incredible.” The words fall out in a breath as he finally presses between your folds, his tongue hungrily lapping at you, disregarding his attempts to maintain slow, deliberate strokes. He can’t resist. Just one taste, and he’s hooked. It’s like a man in the desert, parched and desperate, finally getting his first sip of water.

The muffled moan he lets out is still audible, and he’s almost completely consumed by the desire to bring you to orgasm like this while you sleep, savoring every moment of pleasure until he’s coated in your release as you reach your climax.

He’s doing his best to avoid waking you, but his efforts are futile with the mess he quickly becomes. His tongue is frenzied as he presses against your entrance, tasting your heightening arousal, while desperately seeking to push into you.

Beneath him, his cock twitches, the warmth of his pre-cum seeping out against his stomach, leaving a damp patch on the sheet. Slowly, he grinds his hips, pushing down against the mattress, unable to control himself.

He hasn’t even considered whether you’re still asleep or if his movements have somehow disturbed you. However, when he dares to peek, your eyes are closed, and you appear as peaceful as ever.

Still so beautiful.

Pulling back, his fingers teases at your entrance, two long, slender tattooed fingers sinking into you and making him gasp as he feels the way you take him with such ease, only to be met with your walls squeezing around them.

“God, you’re so tight. How are you going to take all of me without waking up?”

He can’t help but ponder the thought, slowly working his fingers inside of you as if he can feel you growing more aroused with each stroke.

Every stroke pushes deeper and curls inside you, intent on stroking the sweet spot.

When Noah finally sinks into you, the sensation is beyond his wildest imagination.

His breath comes in ragged gasps, and his hands tremble as he clings you—your thigh, your hip, desperately needing to touch you to anchor him.

The way you tighten as you take him completely is almost overwhelming, sending him to the brink of ecstasy. His cock throbs and aches with the intense desire to cum, but he refrains, deliberately holding himself back, wanting to give you that, to fill you and leave you with the lingering reminder of his presence within you.

“I want to still feel them inside me, even after, you know?”

You told him, and that’s precisely what he intends to give you.

When you gently stir beneath him, he remains still, holding his breath as he patiently waits for you to settle.

A soft, sleepy moan escapes between your parted lips, and it’s a sound so gentle, so sweet, and so lullaby-like, as if you’re quietly urging him to continue.

Dipping his head, he leaves a trail of soft, sweet kisses along your jawline, descending to your neck where he nestles against you, whispering as he begins to slowly roll his hips, burying himself deeply into you with each deliberate motion.

The way you squeeze and pull him deeper every time makes him let out a strangled moan that he desperately tries to hold onto, struggling to compose himself.

“You feel so good. God, please don’t wake up. Pleasepleaseplease. I need this as much as you do.” The pained whine in his voice continues into his words, pleading and desperate as he attempts to steady himself, maintaining a slow, steady motion.

Though they’re soft, he hears the faint sounds you make as he slowly thrusts into you, listening to your responses to the pleasure, while his hands slip beneath your shirt, daring to touch and caress your skin, feeling the heat of you beneath it.

His mouth presses against your neck, leaving a faint mark of his claim and his tongue traces the spots he kisses and marks, knowing they’ll be fleeting—quick to disappear. He’ll hold onto the memory of having the chance to mark you as his own, a thought he doesn’t anticipate ever forgetting, especially when you feel this good around, and beneath him.

The way you feel makes him unable to control himself, and as he continues to mumble apologies—a series of ‘sorrys’ against your skin—his hips snap, quickening his pace with a desperate need as he feels the heat in his stomach building, the tight coil ready to come undone. However, he wants to experience you cumming first, to feel the way you are the moment you reach your peak, how you’ll squeeze and milk him as if he’s the only thing you need.

All he desires is to fulfill your needs; it’s all he’s ever wanted to be for you.

The subtle arching of your hips, an instinctual desire for friction, shatters his control piece by piece. You don’t utter his name this time, but the need is silent. Your body yearns for him, and all apologies he whispers against your skin fade away.

His hand grips your hip, thumb digging in harder than me means to, leaving a bruise against your skin that he’ll regret later. In this moment, however, he craves this, seeking proof that this is real—that you’re here, that you belong to him.

“Fuck, I’m sorry—” he murmurs, his voice raw, “I’m trying to be gentle, I am—”

His hips roll forward in a desperate motion, the friction of you tightening dragging a whimper from his throat.

His head rests against the crook of your neck, muffling his moans. “I love you,” he gasps against your skin, his voice filled with need. “I love you—I love you—”

His body pulses, the coil in his stomach taut until he feels the way you squeeze around him, your thighs trembling as you come undone. It causes him to break, and he follows with a choked sound, letting go and falling into his release, a shared experience with you, even in this moment as you sleep. A white-hot heat tears through him, so terrifyingly fast that he almost forgets to breathe, completely falling into bliss.

You’re still asleep, barely stirred. Your body is warm and pliant against him, still twitching with aftershocks, as is his own. Noah remains buried in your warmth, panting, guilt and euphoria coiling tightly within him. He presses one final kiss to your neck, this time gentler. “I’ll make it up to you in the morning,” he whispers against your skin.

Under any other circumstance, he would have cleaned you up, wiped away any trace of him, and left you feeling fresh and clean. However, he doesn’t do this with the intention of you knowing what happened, of being able to sense his presence and the fulfillment of your fantasy—as well as part of his own.

Noah doesn’t leave you alone in the aftermath. Instead, he curls up against your side, draping an arm over you, and exhausted from his climax, sleep begins to creep in.

When you open your eyes a few moments later, he’s fast asleep.

Unbeknownst to him, a smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you feel the lingering ache of being used by him while you slept. Reaching down, you bring your fingers between your thighs, coating them in his cum, and tasting it, you moan in satisfaction.

Intentionally, you shuffle back, pressing yourself into him, seeking his warmth and the comforting feeling of his long arm fully enveloping you.

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[holylulusworld]

Best bridesmaid ever

Summary: You always dreamed of letting your dirtiest fantasies become reality. Your bridesmaid makes it happen.

Prompt filled for: @anyfandomgoesbingo: Square 16: Bachelor (ette) party

Pairing: fem!Reader x Nick Fowler, Ari Levinson, Lloyd Hansen, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers

Warnings: consensual non-con/dub-con, 18+ only, fake attack, implied kidnapping, gangbang, multiple partners, taking turns, unprotected sex, smut, doggy style, pussy slapping, creampie, oral male rec, titty fuck, cum play, anal sex, voyeurism, mentions of sex tape, mentions of callboys/prostitution, masturbation, lies, dark!fic, plot twist, open ending

Words: 4,1 k

Please read the warnings before reading the story. The story contains triggering content.

The room is crowded with your best friends. Your bachelorette party is in full swing. Still, you’re not in a cheery mood. This should be one of your best days, but it isn’t.

You put on a fake smile and try to not ruin the night for your friends too.

“Naughty, naughty,” you giggle as you unpack your best friend’s gift. She gifted you a bunny vibrator. “I will marry to have a dick around, you know.”

“A boring dick fucking you all vanilla,” she winks at you. “This is for emergencies.”

You sigh, deeply. Penelope isn’t wrong. You can’t deny that you are bored most of the time you have sex with your fiancé. He doesn’t put much effort into satisfying your needs but is a nice guy.

“You need a good fuck before you marry that boring loser,” she smirks darkly, making the others chuckle. You roll your eyes at her comment. Yes, your fiancé is boring and all vanilla, but you love him.

“That is enough,” you get up and glare at Penelope. “I know you are jealous of my relationship but that’s no reason to talk like that about him. Especially not at my bachelorette party.”

“Bitch,” she gets up to push you toward the couch. “I should take my gift and leave.” You frown deeply. Pennie never talked like that to you before.

“Maybe it’s time to teach her some manners.” You gasp as five masked men storm into the living room. They get guns out and aim them at your friends. “Come over here, little bride.” One of them aims his gun at you. “Right. Fucking. Now.”

You whimper but slowly move toward the man. He smirks and grabs your arm to drag you out of the room. “Guys, we got the honey pot. Let’s start the party!”

More men stream into the room. They pounce on your friends, but four of them follow the one dragging you with him out of the room.

“Party time,” the man purrs in your ear. He tugs his gun away and rips your dress open. “Look at this, my friends.”

“Who are you?” You try to wiggle in his grip and slap against his shoulders. ”Get off me, bastard!”

You hear your friends; they scream and holler as the man guides you toward the bedroom at the house you rented for your bachelorette party.

“Oh, sunshine,” the man purrs and dips his head as you try to find a way to escape and save your friends. “We will get inside of you, all of us. You are fair game for our cocks.”

This must be a nightmare. The men slam the door shut, locking it as you tremble under their gazes.

“I want her cunt first,” the man throws your ruined dress over his shoulder. He smirks and cups his crotch when you try to cover yourself. “You can take the lingerie off on your own, or I’ll rip it down your ass.”

Your eyes round when the men unbuckle their belts in sync. You sniffle and shake your head.

“Last warning, sunshine,” the first guy taunts, and steps toward you to grasp for your bra and rip it open. “You’ll see, if you follow orders tonight, you’ll not get hurt. Now, panties off.”

You shake your head, and he sighs deeply.

“Fine, turn around then,” he grabs your neck, holding your throat in a tight grip. You slap him and try to scratch him, but you end up on the bed, face first. “Fuck me, that’s a naughty whore.”

The man grips your ass, spreading your cheeks to get a better look at your crotchless panties. “I guess she’ll get fucked with her panties on, guys.”

“Hurry the fuck up, Hansen,” one of the other guys finally speaks. “I got a raging hard-on and don’t want to go for the bridesmaids. I want to ruin the bride.”

“Please…don’t,” you choked out a whimper when Hansen moves his hands over your ass. His hand slip between your legs to part your pussy lips. He hums as your slick covers his fingers. “I’m going to marry.”

“I don’t give a shit,” Hansen slaps your pussy, once, twice, three times. “You will stay like this and wait for my cock to fill this needy hole. And after I’m done with your hole, my friends will have a go too.”

All you can do is bite the cushion and close your eyes. If this is a bad dream, you will wake soon and go back to your life.

“Shit, look at that perfect pussy,” one of the other men says. He slaps your ass, making it sting as it feels like it’s made of metal. “Thank me when I compliment you.”

“Barnes, relax,” a third guy grunts. “She will take your dick soon enough. I want to know if Hansen is all talk or if he can fuck like a stallion.”

“You hear the other three men step closer to the bed. They unzip their pants, and you sniffle again hearing the guy named Hansen unzip his pants too. His cock slaps against your pussy lips seconds later, making your body go stiff.

“Get away from me,” you scream and try to crawl away, but Hansen grabs your legs and drags you toward the edge of the bed. He grasps for your arms, holding them behind your back.

“Give me the handcuffs,” Hansen grunts. “I gotta tame that beast of a mare. She’ll feel me in her bones for days and maybe her ass too.”

He restraints your wrists behind your back, smirking as you sniffle silently.

“Relax that cunt,” he purrs and runs his erection up and down your slit. “It’s a nice little cunt, and I’d hate ruining it.”

“Please don’t hurt me,” you plea. “I’ll do anything you want to.”

He teases your entrance with the wide head, smirking as you try to wiggle away. Hansen slams home in one go, showing no mercy. You are soaked, and it helps to take his huge cock.

“Aw, there we go, sunshine. Can you feel your tight little cunt pulsing around my cock?” He grabs your restrained hands, and slowly starts rocking his hips.

The other men groan hearing tiny whimpers leave your lips. You hear one of them shuffle behind you. He steps next to Hansen to watch him ruin your cunt.

Hansen roughly fucks into you; he groans and drops his hands to slap your ass with both hands. His arms suddenly wrap around your body to bring you upright. He cups your tits, squeezing the plush flesh painfully hard.

You wiggle again and try to buck him off, but it’s no use. He ruts into you and taunts you with love confession. “I’m gonna marry this cunt, guys. It’s official, I’m in love.”

“Get off me,” you choke out a moan. He’s a bastard, but damn him, his cock hits that spot making you keen with deadly accuracy.

“No can do, sunshine,” he purrs and wraps one hand around your throat. You are helpless in his arms and can only watch one of the other men crawl onto the bed. He winks at you before kneeling on the bed to give your exposed cunt a few kitten licks.

“How does she taste, Rogers,” the man slapping your ass earlier asks. “I bet she tastes like a whore. Our whore.”

“Shut up, Barnes,” the man licking your cunt grunts. He kneels in front of you to grope your tit. “Yeah, I’m going to fuck you too, doll. Maybe missionary so you must watch me claim your body.”

“Mirror,” Hansen grunts. His thrusts become sloppy and you only hope he won’t cum inside of you. “Now!”

Two more men come into your vision. They rip the curtains hanging opposite the bed down, revealing an oversized wall mirror.

“Watch yourself get ruined, sunshine,” Hansen tightens his hold on your throat. He pushes into you, always hitting your G-spot now. You don’t recognize the woman in the mirror.

She looks like a whore getting railed by the masked man. Drool runs down your chin, and your eyes are glassy. “Fuck…no…nggh…” You try to hold the tidal wave back. The last thing you want is to gush all over the bastard’s cock.

“That’s you, sunshine,” he tilts your head to kiss you roughly. The mask scratches your face, but the worst is, that you tighten around his length, milking him dry. You sniffle, and whimper feeling his seed fill your abused cunt. “One done, Y/N. Four more to go. And after we all had our fill, we will start all over again.”

He laughs at your shocked face and pushes you off him. You land on the bed with a loud thud, fearing you won’t survive the night.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” the man named Rogers grabs you by your neck and forces you to kneel on the bed. “I want to fuck those tits first.”

“Kneel on the ground for your new husband,” Hansen grabs your arm and pushes you to the ground. You struggle to kneel with your hands still bound behind your back. “Good little cockslut.”

“Perfect,” Rogers smirks as you try to slowly move away from him. “None of this now.” He walks around you to slap his hands between your legs. He scoops a large amount of Hansen’s cum, humming as you whimper at the slightest touch.

Rogers hurriedly faces you again to smear the cum all over your tits. He hums a melody while playing with your nipples. “Rogers loves a good titty fuck,” Hansen kneels behind you to slap your ass. “Be good, and he will shoot his load before your tits are sore.”

“I—” You shake your head but have no choice but to let the man named Rogers roughly grip your chin. He smears Hansen’s cum all over your lips before greedily kissing you.

“Let me fuck those tits, doll,” he purrs and pushes his cock between your tits. He cups your plush flesh, pressing them together as he starts rocking his hips. You drop your head and watch his cock moving between your tits. Your mouth opens and you lick over his tip when he moves closer to your face. “That’s it. Be good for me.”

“Fuck those tits faster, I want her to suck me off, or her ass,” another man grabs the back of your neck. “Lick his dick, now.”

“Shit, Fowler,” the man fucking your tits grunts. “Yes, that’s so much hotter.”

“Fowler is a kinky bastard,” the last man laughs. “Wait for my cock, sweetness, Levinson will split all of your holes and ruin you forever.”

“Shut up,” Barnes grunts. He gets his dick out to run his gloved hand up and down his length.

Rogers moves his hips faster. “I want to fuck her pussy now.”

Your eyes widen at Rogers’ words. Before you can react his cock slips out from between your tits, and you get thrown onto the bed. He immediately crawls between your legs, spreading you with his hips. “Yeah, that’s how you will watch me fuck you, doll.”

Rogers impales you with one forceful thrust. He ignores that you try to wiggle your hips or that you call him a bastard. He silences your protests with his lips, almost smothering you as he starts rocking his hips. “You’re ours from now on. Not a bride but our whore.”

His lips move down to your neck, and lower to your tits. He bites your nipple, forcing a scream to tear from your throat. Rogers is a cruel lover. He bites and nips at your plush flesh, leaving marks as he fucks you deep and hard.

He speeds up with every squeak leaving your lips. Your eyes roll back as he suddenly grabs your hips to slightly lift your hips. Rogers holds you in a tight grip while violating your pulsing cunt.

“Shit, did you see that?” Barnes growls. “She gushed all over his cock like a whore.”

His load shoots into you right after you clenched around him like the whore they turned you into. “That’s it, doll. Now you know the drill.”

Rogers pulls out, leaving you tainted and panting for the next man to use you. “On your belly, ass up,” Fowler doesn’t give you the chance to take a breath. He flips you over, forces you on your hands and knees, and is on you before you can react.

Not that you’d be able to fight him.

“What do you say, Barnes?” Fowler runs his hands up and down your trembling thighs. “Ass and mouth? Let’s fill her from both ends.”

You moan but bite your tongue. Fowler slaps your ass, grunts, and calls you a slut as you dared to make a noise.

“Shut up, you don’t have a say in this,” he mocks you. “This body is ours to use. Now talking back.”

He opens the handcuffs. Fowler takes his time, gently kneading the pain out of your skin. “Barnes?”

“Mouth,” Barnes grunts. “I hope she’s good at sucking dick. I dreamed of having her lips wrapped around my dick.”

“More ass for me,” Fowler laughs as you hold your breath. “Relax, sweetness. This ass will love my cock. It’s made to take it.”

You nod and tap the bed twice. Fowler immediately grabs you by your hips to press his crotch into your ass. He grinds into you while Barnes takes off his clothes.

Barnes lies on his side, lazily stroking his cock. He watches Fowler push your face into Barnes’ crotch, smirking as you eagerly rub your face into his pubic hair. “Good little whore,” he praises. “Now open up for Bucky.”

“Barnes!” Fowler hisses. “We said no first names!”

“Fuck you! I want her to suck my dick, not for you to complain again. Get your dick inside her ass and let me and my pretty doll have some fun!” Barnes gently pats your head, encouraging you to relax and open your mouth for him.

You move a little closer to Barnes and press your knees and the palms of your hands into the mattress.

Barnes watches the man behind you open a bottle of lube. He grunts as you shyly glance at his erection. “All for you, doll.” He lazily strokes his cock, waiting for Fowler to make his move. “I bet you will look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

Heat creeps into your cheeks at his praise. You dart your tongue out to lick over the wide heat. He shudders feeling your tongue touch his sensitive tip.

“Stop playing around,” Fowler pushes against your shoulders to press your face into Barnes’ crotch. “Swallow his cock while I shove mine into your tight little arsehole.”

“Hey, she was so good to me,” Barnes complains loudly. “Right doll. You wanted to suck me good.”

“She’ll be even better with my cock up her ass.” You hear a commotion in the room. The fifth man, Levinson barks orders at Hansen and Rogers. You blend his voice out and only listen to Fowler who lubes one finger to play with your tightest hole. “Such a nice little hole for me to use.”

You whimper and bite your lower lip. It’s a new sensation feeling Fowler’s finger push into your tightest hole. He groans behind you. “Did you ever take it up your ass?” He taunts while moving his finger in and out. “I bet you didn’t.”

“Who’s toying with her now,” Barnes snaps at Fowler. “She’s a big girl and can take it. Right, doll?” He purrs the pet name. “You want him to fuck this naughty hole.”

For a moment, the room was silent. All eyes are on you, and the men watch you slowly nod.

They don’t need to know that you’re about to fulfill your darkest desires. The ones no one else could fulfill.

“I knew she was going to take all of me,” Fowler slaps your ass. You squeak and lean over Barnes’ crotch to lick over the head. He holds his cock in a tight grip, offering it to you like a present. “Now, open up for Barnes while I stretch that hole.”

Barnes cups the back of your neck and holds his cock with his free hand. He guides you down his cock, slow but his hold on your neck is tight enough to tell you he won’t accept refusal.

“Slow, doll,” Barnes moves his hand to the back of your neck. He pats you and purrs your name. “I’ll help you do it right.” He pushes your head into his crotch, forcing you to swallow him whole.

“Yeah, he’s good at guidance,” you choke around Barnes's cock. He smirks as you struggle to breathe right. “I’m better, though.”

You let Barnes guide your head up and down his length, ignoring the other men growling your name, along with profanities. You’re too far gone. Body and soul tainted by the men using you for their pleasure, you’re ruined and know it.

Fowler grips your waistline, fingertips digging into your flesh. He lubes his cock, groaning as his eyes drop to your well-fucked cunt. Rogers and Hansen’s cum runs out of your abused hole. “What a good whore you are for all of us.”

“Fuck her already, I’m still waiting for my turn,” it’s Levinson who raises his voice. “If not, I’ll take over and rip that tight little hole open.”

“Get fucked,” Fowler loses his patience. He grips your ass to spread your ass cheeks. Fowler spits onto the crack of your ass, huffing as Levinson steps toward the bed to watch you suck Barnes’ dick. You bob your head, desperate to feel his cum on your tongue.

The pressure you feel the moment Fowler pushes his cock into your tightest hole is something you’ve never felt before. He slowly moves back and forth, still, it’s a wide and uncomfortable stretch. You hear him groan and feel his hands grip your hips to push all the way in.

“Shit, she’s stuffed to the brim,” Hansen comments. He watches Barnes and Fowler use you to their liking, griping his cock to jerk off. “I could go for another round when you are done, guys. Her ass looks inviting.”

“I bet,” Fowler pants as he gives you shallow thrusts, “she stretched that perfect hole with a plug. Right, babycakes. You knew I’m into fucking ass.”

You moan around Barnes’ cock, unable to answer Fowler’s question. You’re their sex toy to use, and nothing else. You can’t move your head, because Barnes guides you up and down his length while Fowler thrusts into your ass.

They work in unison as if they had done this a hundred times before. Their cocks fill your holes, pushing as deep as possible and you get lost in your darkest fantasy. You close your eyes and let yourself fall.

“She’s there, in her little headspace, fuck,” Rogers’ says. “Slow down, make her feel all of it.” He dips his head to watch Fowler stretch your arsehole. “Make her hole gape. I want to go for a ride later too.”

“Shut up, Rogers,” Levinson barks. He stares at your naked form trapped between the others. Levinson is ready to drag them off you to get his turn, but he will wait and have the grand finale. “It’s my turn first!”

“Shit…I’m gonna cum,” you groan around Barnes. He cups the back of your neck again, holding you still when his cum shoots down your throat. “She’s perfect…” He slips out of your mouth, letting you breathe.

You don’t have time to think about his cum on your tongue. Fowler pushes against your shoulders, holding you down to rut into you. His cock slams into your tight hole. You whimper and beg him to slow down, but he won’t. Fowler is determined to fill you up.

“Butterfly?” Levinson asks, and you shake your head. “You’re such a good girl. We never had someone taking it like you did.”

“Please.”

Fowler grabs your hips. He shoves himself as deep as possible inside your ass and stills his hips. He comes with a shout of your name and slaps your ass with both hands.

It’s over as fast as it began. Fowler slips out of you and pushes your broken body onto the bed. You whimper but believe they will give you a break.

“Aw, butterfly, it’s my turn now,” you groan feeling another pair of hands grab your body. The man drags you off the bed and places you on the ground. “Hansen, help me.”

“I’m not your fucking sidekick,” Hansen grunts.

“I told you,” Levinson growls and points at you on the ground, “help me. I want to give her the best. My cum!”

“Fine, fine…” Hansen pushes a pillow under your head. He spreads your legs and presents your cum-leaking pussy to Levinson. “Satisfied?”

“Not yet,” Levinson steps toward your trembling body. He looks down at your naked form, smirking darkly as you stare up at him. The man is just like you, stark naked. “I hope you are ready for me, butterfly.”

You lick your lips, still tasting Barnes’ cum on your tongue. “Yeah…” you whimper and wait for his move.

“Good girl.”

Levinson grips his massive cock. He looks you in the eyes and starts stroking his cock. Moans leave this beautiful man’s lips as he stares at you. His grip tightens around his cock, and he fists himself faster.

Levinson has been on the edge since the moment his eyes landed on you. He wildly jerks his hips and imagines how your cunt will feel around his cock.

“Y/N,” he shouts your name and paints your body with his cum.

The moment his cream ends up on your skin, your body sizes up, and you cum untouched, whimpering as you don’t know what just happened.

“Guys, that was awesome,” Penelope coos. She smirks as the men she hired to spice the party up get dressed. “We all enjoyed your service.”

“Anytime, ma’am,” one of the callboys she paid to give your bridesmaids a good time says.

“I hope the bride got her money’s worth too,” Penelope giggles. “Five men giving her all she ever wanted. Phew…”

“Five men?” The callboy asks. “Ma’am. Every man you hired is within this room. We don’t know the others. We thought you hired someone else for the bride.”

“What?” Penelope stutters. “No. I only called you. I—I didn’t hire anyone else…”

You wake on a soft mattress. A silky nightgown covers your sore body. “Morning, sunshine,” Hansen greets you with a wink. He took the mask off, revealing the mustache you felt more than once against your clit last night. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Penelope outdid herself hiring you,” you grin. “You followed the script. I really enjoyed all of you and your service.”

You roll to your side to watch Barnes sip on his coffee. “You too, Barnes.”

“Bucky, doll,” he winks at you. “I think after I fucked all of your holes you can call me Bucky.”

“I hope Penelope paid you well. This was…phew…” you sit up to look around the room. You frown, as you are not at the bedroom of the house you rented for your bachelorette party. “Where are we?”

“Oh, that,” Nick Fowler laughs. “You see, we are not the callboys your little friend hired. We kind of hijacked your party to get back at your fiancé.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry, we got the script and the guys your friend hired to fuck you gave us all the information we needed.”

“I don’t understand,” you gape at Steve who steps inside the room. He holds the script you handed to Penelope before she hired the callboys in his hands.

“Your fiancé fucked with the wrong person, so we wanted to fuck him over but,” Ari laughs at your shocked expression. “Imagine our surprise when we found out that you wanted to fuck some callboys and send your fiancé the video.”

“He cheated on me,” you snap at Ari. “He never made me cum and dared to cheat on me. I wanted to fulfill my fantasies and get back at him at the same time!”

“I knew I liked her!” Lloyd exclaims. “See, we should do her a favor and send the tape to her now ex-fiancé. He’ll freak out, but she’s safe with us.”

“What?” You huff as the men start chatting about your fiancé, how you came on their cocks, and anything in between. “Guys, where are we?”

“We brought you somewhere safe,” Ari says and turns his attention back toward his coffee. “Don’t worry, butterfly. We like you, and will always make you cum. Just relax, lean back, and enjoy how we dismantle your ex…”

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[pupsec]

𐔌 、gaara　ﾉ　one smile from you shatters gaara’s control and leads to a fevered, desperate claiming—trembling inside you, begging for warmth he was never meant to feel 𓈒　◟

cw: dubcon ノ angst ノ stalking ノ virginity loss ノ explicit content ノdark themes ϑϱ

୨ৎ dead dove: do not eat！minors, blank & ageless blogs will be blocked ୨୧

You met him when the sun was high and the market was loud.

It was humid. The smell of fried dumplings and grilled meat soaked the air, and vendors shouted over each other trying to sell fruit and knives and lucky charms and jars of pickled plum. Children chased each other between stalls. Wind bells rang faint and shrill.

You handed him a skewer of dango like it meant nothing.

You didn’t know who he was.

Just a boy with strange hair and strange eyes, standing too still near the edge of the vendor’s stall, like he didn’t belong to the noise or the smell or the colors of the market. A boy with dark circles under his eyes and no coins in his hand.

You smiled at him.

And something inside him broke.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t eat. Just stood there long after you left, fingers tight around the skewer until the thin wooden stick cracked and splinters buried deep in his palm. He didn’t bleed. He never bled. But he stared at the empty space where you’d stood until his mouth went dry.

You were warm.

And that was the beginning.

He began following you.

At first it was incidental—passing you in hallways, catching your voice in crowds. Then it became pattern. You trained in the west field; he stood under a tree nearby. You left the mission hall; he was behind the scroll rack. You returned from a three-day patrol; he was standing across the street from your apartment, arms crossed, gourd on his back.

Silent. Constant. Watching.

He didn't speak.

Not even when you waved once. Not even when you smiled again.

Not even when another boy—some leaf shinobi with a pretty mouth and messy hair—touched your elbow during a joke, and you laughed.

He crushed a metal fence post with one hand that night.

Didn’t feel it.

Didn’t care.

But Kakashi noticed. Kakashi always noticed.

He pulled you aside after a briefing. His voice was low. Not teasing. Not warm.

“Be careful around Gaara.”

You blinked. “Why?”

“He’s… quiet. Too quiet. Like a blade left under a pillow. You forget it’s there until you’re bleeding.”

You laughed, soft. “He just has a crush.”

Kakashi didn’t laugh back.

It happened on a night heavy with heat.

The air was thick. Your tiny apartment window was cracked open, but the breeze had died hours ago. You lay in bed with your pajama shorts riding up your thighs, sweat sticking your shirt to your skin, one leg kicked out from under the blanket. You couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t relax. Not after the patrol. Not after the way your body buzzed, exhausted but wound tight like something was about to happen.

And it was.

Because Gaara had been waiting.

He didn’t knock.

Didn’t call your name.

You heard the soft slide of the window opening—the faint, deliberate whisper of wood on wood. You sat up too late. By the time you reached for a weapon, for a scream, for anything—

He was inside.

Crouched. Still. Watching.

Then moving.

You didn’t even hear the floor creak beneath him. Just the sudden heat of his body crawling over yours. You landed flat on your back, his hands braced on either side of your head, his hair hanging down, those sea-glass eyes locked on your face with something wild burning deep in them.

“Gaara?” you gasped. “What the fuck are you—”

His hand clamped over your mouth.

“I had to,” he whispered.

His voice was shaking. Not with rage. Not like when he fought.

With need.

“I tried staying away. I did. But every time I see you smile at someone else, I want to kill. I want to hurt them. I want to bury them. But I don’t. I don’t. I come here instead. I watch you sleep. I watch you breathe.”

You struggled under him. Your legs kicked, your fists hit—but he didn’t budge. His body was lean and dense, pure muscle coiled in silence. The gourd wasn’t on his back. He didn’t need it.

His hand slid down. Fingertips trembling against your bare stomach.

“I want to know what it feels like,” he whispered. “To be inside someone warm. To be wanted. To be held.”

Your stomach turned. But your chest ached.

Because his voice cracked.

You opened your mouth to scream. His fingers pushed into your waistband.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, tears already gathering in his lashes. “But I need this.”

You sobbed into his palm. But your hips tilted.

You didn’t mean to. Reflex. Shock. Pity. Curiosity. All of it.

His eyes widened. He felt it.

You were warm.

And wet.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. And then he pushed inside.

No warning. No rhythm. Just pressure, stretching pain, something blunt and needy driving into you with all the skill of someone who’d never done it before. You cried out, legs jerking, body clenching down around him.

“F-fuck,” he gasped, forehead pressed to yours. “You’re tight. So tight—I c-can’t—”

He tried to thrust. Failed. Hips stuttering, he began grinding instead, small desperate movements that made your cunt throb and burn, the intrusion thick and clumsy but deep. He whimpered.

You sobbed. But you didn’t push him off.

His hands fisted your sheets.

“I just wanted to feel love. Just once. Just once.”

He moaned, tears slipping down his cheeks as he humped against you, cock twitching inside you, your walls clenching as if trying to pull him deeper. His breath hitched.

“Why are you letting me?” he choked. “Why are you still warm?”

You didn’t answer.

You just wrapped your legs around his waist.

And he broke.

He sobbed into your neck as he came, hot and fast, hips jerking, his cock pulsing inside you, thick streams of cum flooding your cunt until it leaked out, sticky between your thighs. He collapsed onto you, face buried in your chest.

Shaking. Crying.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please don’t hate me.”

You didn’t say a word.

You just stroked his hair.

Because he wasn’t a monster.

He was a boy who’d never been held.

[hoodjam]

: school daze

mikasa would act so prissy!! with her perfect grades, perfect attendance, perfect looks … all to be a bully…

she’s definitely they type to push you into the locker room and press her breast against yours, gripping your sides to see how much more fat you have your body.

“aw look at all this pudge! you’re such a loser, I bet no one has touch her here,” she chided, slipping her hand under your skirt, only to find how wet you were.

“oh? you like this? you’re so filthy.” she mocked you, running against your clothed clit, soaking your panties more.

“mika- stop! we’re gonna get caught,” you moaned, grinding your hips into her fingers, secretly wishing for more.

& your wish was granted, watching how desperately she rubbed her pussy against yours, the only noises heard where both of your pants and wet gushing coming from where your lips met.

“im gonna cum so hard, then you’ll be mine.” she moans, hips moving faster when your clits touched.

your moans crescendo, as your both squirt against each other, “fuck,” your scream, as your spasm, at every twitch of your cunt.

mika shifts in between your legs, spreading your pussy with her fingers, “let me clean you up.”

[merakiui]

HIIII I HOPE YOU'RE WELL (with Christmas coming up and all)

I've been browsing through your Neige posts and AAAAAAAA there's not enough content about my boy....

In one post you mentioned that he might be into roleplaying

Could you detail what those scenarios would be that he would be put into? >_<

HIII!! Thank you! <3 I hope you’re also doing well~

I think he’d be really interested in cnc, especially when it pertains to somno. >:) Neige who just wants you to creep into his room and maybe ride him while he sleeps. He wants to wake up to find his princess (gender neutral) has his dick in their mouth,, orz it’s the hottest thing to him. Or the opposite of that, treating you like you’re royalty while you nap,, touching you all over like a pervert, but it’s okay because he knows you love him regardless!! In my heart Neige is a closeted freak…… <3 the cutest pervert.

He adores the idea of a true love’s kiss. Maybe any fantasy that feels fairytale-esque is what he wishes to enact because he’s so obsessed with finding his princess (re: the stitching on his hat) and the fairytale he’s based on is all about true love’s kiss….. hehe maybe Neige who wants you to resist just a little when he wakes you with a kiss,, the sweetness of (dubiously) reciprocated love mixed with hints of cnc in every scene. And because he’s an actor he gets way too into it. It’s just so exciting to him.

Neige who masks all of his twisted feelings under the guise of acting out scenes with you. It’s just role-play and you’ve established a safe word, so everything will be okay! :)

[vvousmevoyez]

tw: drug use. cnc. somno

kim jisoo! as the older, caring friend you trust completely.

jisoo was always there for you: giving you meaningful advice, making phone calls and solving all your problems after a little whining— taking care of you like a big sister would. you could tell her everything, she was such a good listener, never dismissing your drama or telling you to shut up. she loved your innocence, not at all prepared for the terrible idol industry… it was jisoo’s role to guide & protect her perfect little puppy.

you’ve mentioned wanting to try out some stuff once or twice. it was jisoo, after all. you could tell her anything. your seniors did it all the time, too, during the private parties you attended frequently. they spiked their drinks just for the thrill of it, suddenly happier than ever.

jisoo sighed, nodding as she explained that yes, drugs provided a nice sensation, but things could go south rather quickly. the best thing to do when trying them was around someone trustworthy (herself, ofc), in a safe, comfortable space. you then looked around at the small gathering of friends, asking her if you could try it now. you knew at least one of the boys probably carried out something you could experiment. and which safer environment than jisoo’s lavish, massive penthouse? you knew it wasn’t quite adequate, but you were too curious to wait any longer, and it wasn’t not like jisoo would ever deny you of anything.

it was a sensation you’ve never felt before. you were immediately hypersensitive, attuned to your breathing, the blood running on your veins, the birds chipping outside and the sound of chatter coming from jisoo’s dining room. trying to keep yourself composed was surely a challenge. there were so many of your unnie’s friends hanging around, laughing, chatting and somewhat oblivious to your cloudy-like state.

you barely registered jisoo’s hands on your waist, urging you up as she muttered something about you being exhausted from your schedule and needing a nap. you felt so energetic, not at all tired. what was she on about?

there was no time to ask. jisoo was all over you as soon as her bedroom’s door closed, pushing you on the bed as she went on about how stupid you were, nearly begging for her to take you in the cute little dress she gifted you months ago, all pouty and disoriented from whatever it was that one of jisoo’s friends— bogum, hyeji? had given for you to try.

jisoo had no shame on stripping your clothes, pecking your nose every now and then to sush your whining because you were missing all the layers, but there she was, asking her little bunny to trust her, jisoo knew best, she knew just what you needed. you tried your best to be good for your unnie.

finally, she could unravel you. jisoo’s hands parted your legs with ease, running her nails along the skin as she marveled at how easily the red marks stayed. your pussy welcomed her fingers, glistening, swollen and so beautiful, with your engorged clit peeking through.

what a perfect, obediente baby girl she had all to herself. her thumb circled your clit, pressing on your hardened but with experienced hands, ones who knew just what to do to get the sweetest reactions out of your body. she’s dreamed of this, of the day she could grope and twist your nipples and feel your hot cunt pulsate in her mouth.

jisoo hummed, sending vibrations to your core as she spread your lips open, spitting on your slit to make it even more wet. you carved your nails into your unnie’s scalp with the same intensity her long nails scratched your thighs. jisoo’s nose bumped on you clit as she licked your cunt deliberately, giving your swollen sex kitten licks followed by long, messy tongue movements.

embarrassingly enough, you came the moment her lips sucked your clit, pushing her head away from your legs bc it was all just too much. you didn’t care if it was too fast, it had been the most delicious, overwhelming combo of sensations. but now, the frenzy had passed, and all you felt was a soothing, warm sensation that made it hard for your eyes to stay open and for you to focus.

“rest now, puppy.” she murmured, allowing you to taste yourself on her lips as she grabbed your chin for a messy kiss. “unnie will take care of you. you don’t need to worry.”

of course she would. you wanted to argue that you weren’t sleepy, didn’t need any rest. wanted to feel jisoo’s fingers, who still lingered on your cunt, thrusting slowly as she whispered praises and gave your inner thighs small bites.

instead, you closed your eyes for a moment, humming thanks and lost words about how you’d repay her sometime in the future.

you’d dreamed about it, too— to have jisoo’s attention and devotion. there were many times where you’d fallen asleep with your hands down your panties, reaching your high by just imagining how it would be like to have jisoo touching you, making you cum the way you knew she did with the ones she desired.

thankfully, the night was only starting, and jisoo didn’t intend on letting you go without some fun.

[diejager]

Hey if your comfortable with it, could you do childhood best friend Johnny (soap) CNC?

It's totally ok if not!

Cw: Consensual non-con/CNC, DUB-CON, safe words, creampie, childhood friend!Johnny, unprotected sex, PinV, tell me if I missed any.

He smothered you, pressing you into the couch of your shared flat with sloppy kisses, his mouth finding yours over and over again despite your avoidance, turning your face away from him. You fought against him, hands pushing his chest, straining against his strength and arms wrapped around your waist, gripping onto you tightly. His arms only tightened the more you fought, twisting and turning to free yourself from him, feet hanging from his shoulder and breasts jostling from his erratic pace.

“Hang- hang on! Johnny sto-”

You couldn’t get a word out with the hard shove of his cock, body rocking back and forth. You let out a shaky moan, your body burning with how hot Johnny ran, his musk - a mix of sweat, gunpowder and soothing teakwood - clogging up your nose. It played with your mind, completely drowning you in him, you couldn’t think clearly and you couldn’t fight him. You words - complaints - were forced out as breathless whimpers, mewls and keens rather than hisses and sneers.

“Johnny!”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your body growing taunt under him as you sunk your nails into his shoulders, feet kicking and hips bucking upwards. He groaned, pain and pleasure had long become one of the same in his mind, the bruises and bloody, crescent moons painting his back and shoulders, the marks of your writhing body beneath him - whether you agreed to it or not - and your pleasure drunk face.

He rutted against you, slick dripping down your ass and dirtying his navel with wet claps, splashing your cum everywhere. He drove in with sharp thrusts, feeling your walls fluttering around him as he grazed your sweet spot before hitting home, the bulbous head of his erect and engorged head tapping your cervix as often as he swallowed your cries, lips draped over you and teeth nipping at your lower lip.

Your squirming and fidgeting were a breeze to control, utilising his trained and cultured mass to hold you down and devour you with his whole being. You whined with every snap of his hips, the hard muscles of his abdomen rippling in a show of power and strength —overpowering and dominating. You were small under him (you used to stand taller than him in your early days of high school when his puberty had yet to strike, ruffling his hair and letting him hang off of you like you did as children), weak and vulnerable, something he so easily overpowered to get what he wanted.

Your lashes fluttered when you came, your pretty cunt clamping down on him as his pace stuttered, moaning lowly as a wave of undeniably strong pleasure washed over him. He kissed you then, tongue pushed down your throat, muffling the most filthy and most erotic groan you’d ever heard rumbling out of his throat. You felt heavy - tired - with his girth laying half-hard inside of you as the slit shot out ropes of cum, his thick, white load painting your walls and invading your womb.

“Colour, Bonnie lass,” his voice was raspy, hoarse from panting and gasping, feeling the lingering pulse and twitch of your walls around him, making him throb with need. Soap’s refractory time had always been fast, as overzealous has his character, his charm and smile playing into it to woo you to love your childhood friend.

“Green,” you were no better than him, chest rising and falling with laboured breaths despite doing nothing but take his roughness, clinging onto him to press kisses to his jaw and temple, coated in salty sweat that tingled on your tongue, “Just, just give me a minute, yeah, Johnny?”

“Aye.”

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[holylulusworld]

Shadows (1)

Summary: You end up in a trap.

Pairing: Dark!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader x Dark!Steve Rogers

Warnings: heavy angst, kidnapping, darkfic, CNC turning into non-con, role-play gone wrong, dub-con, cuckholding, anal sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (male rec), creampie, degrading, ignore of safe word, break of trust, restraints (chains/handcuffs), sex from behind, unprotected sex, smut, threesome, taking turns, anal fingering, breeding kink (slightly), OOC Steve / Bucky

Rating: Explicit/Mature

Words: 3,6+ k

Square filled for @avengers-assemble-bingo: Kinky Bingo: Threesome

Square filled for @anyfandomdarkbingo: Evil Character AU

Please consider writing this evil character au, I stepped out of my comfort zone.

A/N: I cannot stress enough to heed the warnings for this part of the series. It's an Evil Character AU with dark Steve / Bucky / Reader. It contains explicit, triggering content. You have been warned.

You sigh as the abandoned subway station turns out to be a labyrinth of tunnels and chambers. You lost orientation half an hour ago, just like contact with your team member. Steve, your fiancé and protector.

“Damn it,” you huff and wipe your sweaty forehead. You’re still hot and bothered from the way Steve murmured filthy things in your ear hours ago. “You had to do this before a mission.”

You tug at your combat suit, trying not to brush against your pulsing clit. While you try to navigate the dimly lit corridors, your footsteps echo in the silence.

While on the hunt for the bane of the city, Shadow, a monster kidnapping people to play games with them, you are focused on the task. Eyes, sharp and focused.

Shuddering, you stop in your tracks. You can’t shake the feeling that someone is following your every step. No. This can’t be.

You want to laugh about your sudden insecurity when a hand clamps over your mouth. Your eyes widen, and you try to elbow your attacker in the ribs, but he’s faster. He rams a needle into your neck.

Everything turns black, and the last thing you hear are his dark promises whispered in your ear that he’s going to ruin you for him.

“Where? Who?” Your throat is dry when you try to talk to your kidnapper. He’s standing only a few feet away from you, watching you with amusement.

You’re still dizzy and disoriented, but the coldness making your body shiver tells you that he removed all of your clothing.

“Ah, finally awake,” he laughs as you lift your head to look up at the ceiling you are tied to. Chains around your wrists hold you to the ceiling. Two chains hold your ankles in place, making it impossible to fight him. “I feared I must start without you.”

“What do you want?” You grunt, desperately trying to hide the fear gripping your heart tightly. “Who are you?”

“I am Shadow. The master of darkness. The man stealing innocence and dreams,” he laughs while stepping closer to reveal he’s naked, except for a black mask covering his face. His cock was already hard and leaking pre-cum.

No. This can’t be happening. You were so careful to never end up as a victim during missions. You knew Shadow was dangerous, but didn’t expect him to do such a vile thing.

“You will find out this has nothing to do with you but your fiancé, the golden boy,” Shadow says, stepping even closer. “I planned this to break him… and, well, have some fun.”

You whimper when he rounds on you to grab you by the back of your neck. Cheek to cheek, he whispers filthy things into your ear, making you choke out a sob.

Not seeing what he’s about to do is bad, but feeling him touch your ass with rough hands is even worse. Shadow alternatively kneads your gloves and slaps them.

You refuse to cry out, but you’re scared to the bone when you walk toward a wall opposite you to press a button and switch the light on.

Your eyes widen seeing your fiancé, Steve, tied to a chair. The chain around his body was the only reason he didn’t already free you. A ball gag keeps him from screaming as he watches Shadow step behind you to spread your ass cheeks.

“Did you already fuck this heavenly hole, Steve?” Shadow asks, an amused smirk on his lips no one can see behind the mask. Steve shakes his head and grunts, struggling to break out of the restraints. “We will get to you, big boy. Let me have some fun with her first.”

You look at Steve, whimpering his name as the man behind you spits into the crack of your ass. He laughs as you try to wiggle the moment you hear him unclasp a bottle.

A cool liquid hits the crack of your ass, and you know he’s going to fulfill all the deprived and filthy promises he whispered in your ear.

His index finger runs up and down the crack of your ass, smearing lube all over your skin. You shake your head and fight against the chains, but he pushes half of his index finger into your virgin asshole, making you scream.

“I knew you’d love it,” he cruelly laughs when you try to wiggle away. “Hold still, or I will go in dry. Do you want me to fuck your ass dry or with lube?” He leans closer, his breath hot on your face. “I’ll fuck it one way or another. Your choice.”

You sniffle—he shoves his finger deeper. “Your choice. If you want me to open you up and use lube, beg me to fuck your virgin ass.”

You’d love to refuse, to fight with all you’ve got, but Steve cannot help you, and you don’t want to endure more pain than you already will. “Please…”

“I can’t hear you!” Shadow taunts, adding a second finger without lube. You keen and whimper, but he moves them in and out of your hole. “Louder!”

“Please…fuck my virgin ass.”

“Say you need it,” he growls while moving his fingers out to add his thumb, toying with the ring of muscles. “Say you need a real man to fuck your ass to get you off!”

 “I need a real man to fuck my ass to get off. Please fuck me…” You weakly reply. “Please…”

“Alright,” Shadow removes his thumb to cup your tits from behind, toying with the plush flesh, tugging meaningfully at your nipples until they are aching and hard. “She’s a little slut, huh?” He says and slaps one hand between your legs, once, twice, three times until you cry out.

"I love it when you beg," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. He leans in again, his lips brushing against your ear. "But I like it even more when you scream." His fingers find your clit, tugging at the swollen bud to make you scream. “Yeah, we are going to make her scream.”

Shaking, you hear him shift behind you. It feels like the air gets sucked out of your lungs when he runs his cock up and down the crack of your ass, gathering the lube.

“What was that, baby? You want me to fuck your ass?”

“No!” You look at Steve, breathing hard. He cocks his head as Shadow roughly grabs your hips with his left hand.

“Oh yes, baby,” he taunts, pressing the tip against your tight opening. Your eyes widen, your lips part as you scream red. He stops for a second, huffing before dipping his head to look at Steve. “Nah, no more stopping. This is my ass tonight. Right, Steve? How about you join the party and watch me fuck her ass?”

“No…no…red…red…” You fight the chains, struggling to breathe, when Steve gets up from the chair, the chains falling to the ground, the ball gag following suit. He closes the distance with four long steps to grab you by your throat. You whimper because there’s something else than anger in his eyes. “No…Steve…red…”

“No more limits tonight,” Steve replies as he wraps his hand tighter around your throat, forcing you to wheeze. “Let him fuck your ass, whore.”

You shake your head, tugging at the chains as Shadow presses his thumb against your opening again. He spits on it before starting to press in. You cry out, fighting even harder, but you stand no chance against them.

Steve grabs your hips, holding you in place while Shadow pushes further into your ass. He works your hole open with cruel patience, never easing off until the ring of your tightest hole puckered for him.

“There you go, whore,” he hisses and removes his thumb. “You’ll be so good for me now.” When he slides his cock in, it is mean and without a care. The sound you make as he invades your asshole wasn’t even human.

“Fuck, that’s a good hole, Steve,” Shadow curses behind you, his cock not even halfway in. “I want to spread her open.”

“It’s all yours,” Steve replies with a wicked grin. You don’t recognize the man you love any longer. He holds you in place for Shadow to ram the last inches into your defiled asshole and laughs.

Shadow stills his hips, groaning behind you as you try to breathe through the pain and bear the wide stretch of your virgin asshole.

“I bet she could come like that,” he laughs about you. “Do you want a turn later too, or do you prefer her cunt?”

“We will see,” Steve casually says while cupping your tits, playing with them as Shadow grips your hips.

Shadow starts moving his hips. He fucks you in careful, shallow bursts, each thrust precise to make you sure, he want slip out of your ass. After a few strokes, he pulls out almost all the way, and you think he’s done, but he pushes back in.

“Can you hear how wet you are for my fat cock in your ass?” He growls while ramming into you from behind, the lube making slick noises that echo in the empty basement.

Shadow’s rhythm intensifies while he curses and grunts behind you. You’re about to lose your mind, soul, and heart, shattered by Steve’s betrayal, as the man fucking your ass tells you how tight you are and how you should just take it up your ass all the time.

“Please…no more!” You beg, looking at Steve, who acts as if he didn’t hear you. Instead, he slaps your tits with both hands and moves behind you to watch Shadow use your ass.

“Fuck…that’s it… Yeah. Milk me dry, whore.” Shadow’s hold on your hips gets bruising.

“You're a monster,” you scream, spit flying from your lips.

You can feel his cock throbbing inside you, hot and pulsating. He batters your asshole, laughing when you start to scream. "That's right, slut. And you love it.”

One hand drops from your hip to reach around, his fingers digging into your pussy.

“Oh, Steve, she’s dripping wet from getting her ass fucked.” He laughs and laughs as you try to wiggle away. "See, you're already dripping for me. You want more, right?”

You feel him pull out slightly again, hoping to see the end of the torture, but he slams back into you, hips grinding into your ass.

“No…stop!”

“Hah, that’s a good whore. See, I told you she’d love getting her ass fucked. You only need to encourage whores to do as you say.”

Steve moves back to face you. With his cock in his hand, he strokes himself while watching you with darkened eyes. “She's a dirty little slut, isn't she?”

“Yes, she is,” Steve groans with every thrust you must endure. “Fuck her harder. I want to hear her beg me to fuck her ass too.”

Tears slip down your cheek at Steve’s words. Shadow fucks your ass, but Steve’s betrayal breaks you more.

“Yeah, you want to fuck her ass now too?” Shadow grunts before speeding up. He thrusts four or five more times until you finally feel his cum fill your abused hole.

He stays inside, shuddering and groaning as he tries to come down from his high.

He pulls out, laughing again as his seed runs out of your gaping hole.

“She’s all yours to use.” He steps away, making space for Steve. You scream red again, but Steve doesn’t hear you. He runs his cock up and down the crack of your ass, gathering Shadows’ cum before pushing the tip in.

“Open up, whore. You did it for him too,” Steve hisses while gripping your hips. He’s not patient. Steve rams right into your gaping hole, making you scream at the top of your lungs. “You were denying me this hole for too long. Now it’s mine.”

“It’s ours,” Shadow corrects. He steps in front of you to take his mask off. “There you go, baby. You are allowed to see me now that you had me inside your pretty ass.

It’s no surprise that Shadow turns out to be Bucky, Steve’s best friend and brother-in-arms. He laughs as you drop your eyes, hoping to find a way to blend them out, and ignore that Steve is battering your already painfully stretched hole. “Fuck, fuck…that’s it, slut.”

You close your eyes, trying anything to ignore the pain in your heart and the sting in your abused asshole.

“No daydreaming.” Bucky grabs you by your throat, smirking deviously as his friend fucks you with quick and deep thrusts. “How about you clean up the mess you made?”

Steve stops moving for a moment. He wraps his arms around your waistline to hold you in place while his friend opens the handcuffs holding your wrist to the chains. Steve immediately takes the handcuffs to restrain your wrists behind your back.

You don’t fight them. There’s no use. Both men are so much stronger than you. You close your eyes when Steve grabs your wrists to use the leverage to drag you onto his cock, and you don’t open them when he commands you to suck his friend’s cock.

Bucky grips the back of your neck, forcing you to tilt your head in an uncomfortable position. “Open up, or I’ll break your jaw.” You obey because there is no fighting him.

He pushes his cock inside, forcing you to taste him and your asshole. You gag around him, but his hold on your neck is too firm to fight him. Bucky starts thrusting his hips into your face, not letting up until your eyelids become heavy.

You are drifting away when you feel a sharp sting, waking you. “No sleeping while sucking my cock.” Bucky angrily slips out of your mouth. He jerks his cock a few more times, smirking when his cum hits your face, tits, and hair. “You look so pretty coated in filth.

“Fuck…fuck…that’s it…” Steve stills his hips, pushing as deep as possible into your ass to pump his seed into your hole. “What a hole.” He slips out, admiring the way your puckered hole clenches around nothing.

You try to remain still, praying Steve will stop now, but you end up on the ground, your knees hitting the cold concrete.

“Punk, not so rough,” Bucky laughs as you hiss in pain. “We want to fuck her like that. Do not break her knees.”

“I’ll fuck her pussy first. You had her virgin asshole!” Steve is quick to drag you toward a dirty mattress, tossing you onto it.

You try to run away, but Steve grabs your ankles, pulling you back. You kick, thrash, and scream, but Steve is already on top of you, his body pinning yours down.

You can feel his cock pressing against your thigh, smearing his cum all over your skin. "You're not going anywhere, doll," Steve growls, his voice thick with lust. “Now I’ll have this wet hole and fuck a baby into you. You know, the one you didn’t want.”

You shake your head, crying into the dirty mattress as Steve's cock presses against your pussy. Usually, you love to feel his cock stretching you, but tonight, you only feel hollow.

Steve groans in your neck, savoring how you are completely at his mercy. No more sweet lovemaking and denying him. No more holding back. “This is what you were made for. Never deny me again.”

You close your eyes and try to let your mind wander as Steve’s hips relentlessly piston, his cock fucking your pussy with brutal thrusts.

His balls slap against your ass as he stretches and claims and uses your body for his liking. This is not the man you fell in love with. It’s a nightmare turned reality.

“Fuck safe words, fuck stopping me from finding release. I’ll come inside this snatch and fill your nasty cunt up. And then, Buck will have his fill. And then we will both fill your holes. You’re ours to use and fill and defile.”

You can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks and can feel the way your body tries to betray you, getting wetter, more ready for their cocks.

“She’s clenching like a whore around me, Buck. You wouldn’t believe she denied all of this for so long. My filthy slut needs a good pounding in her ass to get wet.”

“Fuck, pump her full. I want my turn,” Bucky strokes his cock, already hard again. – Perks of being a super-soldier.

Steve's thrusts become more forceful, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Your body is on fire while your mind struggles to process the intense pleasure and pain. You feel an unwanted orgasm building, your body tensing as Steve's cock brings you closer and closer to the edge.

“No,” you whimper into the dirty mattress. “Please, no…”

“Oh…yes…” Bucky snickers as his friend fucks you into the mattress. He has never been more aroused in his whole life. “Come for him, come for us, whore!”

Your body thrashes underneath Steve as your orgasm hits you, cries of pleasure and desperation filling the room.  

Steve groans like an animal hearing your desperate cries. He can smell your cum on his cock and shudders.

“That’s a good slut.” His hot seed once again fills one of your holes, tainting you even more. “Your turn, Buck.”

Bucky claps his hands. He waits for Steve to pull out to remove the handcuffs around your wrists. You’re too weak to fight him when he flips you onto your back.

He lines his thick cock up, this time with your cunt. He smirks as you babble and weakly try to push against his chest. “Remember, you asked Steve to have a threesome, slut.”

Bucky forces his way inside your cunt, splitting you open with a grunt. You want to fight him, but you’re too weak to do more than groan when Bucky grips your legs to spread you wide. He grins and starts moving, not giving a shit you beg him to slow down.

He thrusts as deep as possible, meaningly grinding into you to rub against your clit. You gasp and moan, unable to stop your treacherous body from doing the worst possible.

“This is what you wanted.” Bucky snaps his hips harder into yours. “Not going to last with a pussy like that, Steve.”

True to his words, he doesn’t last long. After a few deep thrusts, he comes, thick ropes of cum filling your stretched-out hole. He stays inside, pelvis pressed against pelvis, to watch your chest rise and fall and sobs escape your trembling lips.

“You only wanted to have it your way. Only vanilla, no ass fuck, not creampie. Clean, proper, and sweet.” Bucky laughs in your face. He leans over your body, kissing you greedily. “Now you are our whore to use because that’s all you’re good for. A pair of tight holes to use.”

Bucky finally leaves you empty, a mixture of their cum dripping out of your abused cunt.

“How do you want her next?” Bucky asks as you try to roll to your side. It’s too much, but they won’t let up. “Ass, cunt, mouth?”

“I want her ass while you fuck her cunt. Let’s make her scream our names in every octave that exists. She will be more compliant knowing she’ll not leave the basement if she doesn’t agree to become our anal slut.” Steve grabs you by your ankle, spreading your legs to look at your cum-leaking holes. “Now, now. You look like a slut filled with our spunk. Maybe we should offer the rest of the team a go too.”

“Please…no,” you shake your head. “Please, Steve…please… I’ll be your anal slut.”

Bucky snorts as you plead and beg them to fuck your ass. “Steve, let’s fulfill her wishes. She needs our cocks to fuck her some more.”

“You’re lucky we have lots of stamina, doll.” You’d love to sneer, but all you can do for now is make them believe they broke you completely.

You end up on your hands and knees after only a few heartbeats. They won’t give you a break. Not tonight. Never.

Bucky grips your jaw, working it open to slide his cock down your throat once more. Steve is behind you, pressing the tip to your tightest hole. It already loosened up, but he lubes his cock before pushing inside.

The stretch is as painful as before. You scream around Bucky’s cock, making him groan as the vibrations make him impossibly harder.

This time, they work in sync. While they work their cocks into your holes, you slowly realize they work too precisely, like a well-oiled machine, because they did this before. Not with you, but with other women.  

“Good girl taking cock like a pro,” Steve praises while switching holes. He alternatively fucks your ass and switches to your cunt, laughing as you babble around his friend’s cock.

“She’s the best we ever had,” Bucky confirms your worst fears. They did this before and are not ashamed to admit it. “Fuck, this mouth feels like heaven.”

“Right,” Steve grunts and rams into you harder. “Imagine, I only got it for my birthday. She was too shy to suck my dick. Now look at that whore, taking me up her ass and my best friend in her mouth.”

“Yeah,” Bucky thrusts faster, close to coming down your throat. “Fuck…shit…yeah…”

You choke out a sob, feeling Bucky’s cum shoot down your throat the same moment Steve fills your ass again. “There you go, eat it all.” Bucky slips out of your mouth to watch you swallow his seed.

You want to spit it out and in his face but know better. They could hurt you so much more with a simple flick of their wrists.

“Let’s switch…”

Your groans as they do just that. It goes on for half of the night, both men switching holes, thrusting, poking, using, and filling you up with their seed until you lose consciousness and pass out on them.

They both move away from you, their cocks finally softening, but their smirks indicate they are not nearly done with you and your holes.

Part 2

[sulumuns-dootah]

31. 10. Shower - Asmodeus

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⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽Helltober '24☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

A/N: Here we are: A much needed shower for our stinky king. I kinda did forget to keep describing the shower, but everything is happening in a shower :D (The prompt for this bonus was decided by YOU through a poll ^^)

Warnings: Since there was a significant amount of people also voting for Consensual Non-con, i decided to include it too - sadly couldn't fit throne fucking in :/, Asmo uses 'bitch' to reffer to reader (I honestly think that's what devs meant to translate 'female' to)

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Finally, after a long day of spending time with almost all demons in Hell, you're alone and taking a scorching hot shower. The almost-boiling water droplets fall on your body and help you relax your sore muscles. It was a long day, but it's finally coming to an end.

If you had to guess, you'd say it's somewhere around midnight and you're just about ready to collapse into your bed and fall asleep in whatever position you happen to land. Hopefully the colder air outside your shower wakes you up enough to finish your whole night routine.

Maybe you can stay in the shower for just a little bit...Suddenly a chill runs up your spine and the hair on the back of your neck stands up. Huh..?

You still haven't moved an inch out of the shower and you're already cold?

No, this feels different. Almost like when Foras is around, but you're sure he's currently tending to Leviathan's nightly needs. No, this feels heavier, more overbearing than a noble.

Then... you hear the sound of bare feet and some rustling chains quietly making their way to you, back turned to the room and facing a wall.

Your fight or flight response kicks in and instead your body freezes. Maybe it's even for the best. There's water all over the place and you don't want to hurt yourself.

The intruder is so close and you hold your breath, waiting for anything.

But for the longest time nothing comes. No sound or shift in energy.

“Huhu, I love the smell of your fear, little bitch.” you jump as a mischievous whisper interrupts the agonising silence, followed by a very audible sniff. Your mind immediately jumps to Beelzebub, but the voice is way too different to be him.

The thoughts in your mind are racing, trying to figure out who this demon is, but they're coming up empty. Who is this demon and what does he plan with you?

Suddenly, two large hands find their place on your body with some more metal sounds. One pushes your torso against the tiled wall and the other pulls your hips backwards for you to feel the huge, throbbing dick, ready to impale you.

A cry leaves your lips at the sudden action as well as the sensation of being pushed up against the cold surface. Finally, your fighting response kicks in and you start to try and struggle, but it's to no avail. The unknown demon's grip on you is too strong.

“Haa~, you really know how to make things more exciting, Y/N!” the impressively long length starts being rubbed on your backside. The adrenaline, still coursing through your body makes your legs shake and your knees almost give out on you.

“Mmh~... Your fear feels very much real. Did you forget about our little talk from earlier this month?” the demon chuckles out and his hand moves from your torso to entwine in your hair.

You gasp out. From the slight pain, but also from realisation.

“A-asmo?!”

Now it makes sense. Earlier in the month you've found yourself in Abaddon and met Asmodeus for the first time. You two had a somewhat long conversation about sex, kinks and such. At one point the king of lust asked you if there was something you'd like to try but were too afraid to admit to anyone. After some encouragement, you ended up confessing that consensual rape was something that intrigued you.

You completely forgot about that conversation during your very busy month.

“Ahah... So you do remember!” Asmo doesn't waste any moment and draws a sigil on your lower belly. The lines immediately start burning, until your whole body is heated in different way than it was from your shower.

The demon king keeps rubbing against you, to which now you're more than responsive in your magically aroused state, “A-ah fuck~!”

“Huhuhu, as you wish, my pretty little bitch.” Asmodeus chuckles and swiftly enters your awaiting heat. The sigil working its magic helps you fully take him in without any problem, like you've been already going for a few rounds.

Instantly picking up a fast pace, your walls tighten around him, making your first orgasm approach much faster than you'd even like to.

“So~ how do you like your first dream fulfilled? There's much more to come, huhu!”

Oh. That's right. This was only one of your secret fantasies.

Fuck.

[starysky1289]

Alpha!Vanessa X Omega!Reader. Walking home.

This is my first time writing omegaverse, I hope it’s alright <:

Also shout out @707bot1 happy birthday man I hope u enjoy this.

The rain fell heavy on your umbrella, making it harder for you to trudge down the street. You didn’t have a ride home sense your S/O has dropped you. They was a delta, although they had the ego of an alpha times ten. You weren’t good enough for them, they’d yell at you, not obedient enough, not good enough for you to be called there’s.

It didn’t help you were stuck in a heat, nothing you did could even suppress it. You didn’t have the money for the suppression tablets that you used to take, your job was going through a crash and you were suffering from it. You were practically bait just waiting to be taken by an Alpha.

The whine of a police siren stopped you, looking over you watched the black and white car pull besides you. You stepped towards it hesitantly, and the window opened. Your nose filled with the scent of alpha, almost sickly sweet and heavy with sweat. You were expecting a big guy, but instead it was a petite blonde, who gave you a soft smile, waving towards you.

“ hey, what’s got you walking out here all alone? It’s a stormy mess. “

“…I missed the bus, I’ll be fine. “

“ you scared of the scent? I ain’t gonna do nothing to you dear, I’m an officer. Can I give you a ride, I’d hate to see you out here any longer.”

You were hesitant to answer. She was clearly official, the badge, the gun, the car obviously. But you were still weary. Her blue eyes shown with only kindness, it wouldn’t hurt, and you were a while from home.

“ alright maam…thank you officer…”

She unlocked the door, and you quickly got in, closing your umbrella and keeping it between your feet.

“ just call me Vanessa. What’s you name hun. “

“ Y/N. “

“ well Y/N, Where’s your home, I’m sure someone’s worried about ya. “

“ 146 WestWood avenue, I live in the apartment building there….and no..no one’s waiting for me. Not anymore atleast…“

Vanessa pulled back onto the road, she clicked her tounge, adjusting her radio on her hip and glancing over at you.

“ awfully sorry to hear that dear. You wanna talk about it..? “

She obviously wasn’t trying to get in Your legs, maybe she just hadn’t noticed your heat yet. You where ways told how tough and intimidating alphas where, but she was sweet, gentle, the complete opposite of what you where taught to respect.

“ my former spouse…they where a delta..said I wasn’t good enough for them..I wasn’t obedient enough. So they left me for some skimpy little omega. It’s why I was walking home…I don’t have a car, and any money I get right now is going towards bills “

“ oh dear. How awful is that…some people just don’t know how to treat a girl these days. Always expecting there omega to be perfect little things for them. Shame you’ve never had a real alpha..treat you good is what they’d do. “

You blushed, gripping you pants. Was that, attraction? Nonsense, she was just beings nice, she wouldn’t make a move on you that fast would she?

“ h-hehe…s-shame I might never know…”

“ nonsense…”

As she pulled up to the stop light, she turned to you, holding you chin. Your heat in you made you want to lunge into her and make out with her right here, but you were self trained enough to know better.

“ you just need to find the right one~ “

You never had this feeling,even from your ex spouse. Vanessa chuckled, and turned back to the road. You were confused, but warm, was this attraction? It couldn’t be, why would you be.

Vanessa pulled up to your apartment building, it was anything pretty. A worn down old building with rotting architecture. You gripped your umbrella as you slowly got out of the car, looking back at Vanessa.

“ you sure you good sweetheart? “

“ y-yeah…I’ll be ok..thank you officer. “

“ what’d I tell ya, you can just call me me Vanessa. I’m of shift anyway. Have a good night “

“ yes…well..I have some homemade soup cooking right now…would you wanna join me..? “

Vanessa smiled, hoping out of the car and locking it. She waked up to you and help your hand that was holding your umbrella.

“ I thought you’d never ask. “

*~*

You both had an Italian wedding soup with garlic bread for dinner, followed by a gentle conversation about eachother over wine. Something about her made you melt, it could just be the police uniform she was still in, maybe it was just how her eyes looked like little pools of water, or maybe it was just because this heat was so bad you’d take anything you could get.

“ so, Y/n. Have you got a nest built? “

“ Huh-?? “

“ well, that heat seems like it’s not going away anytime soon. I atleast hope you have somewhere comfy your curling up. “

Your face grew red at the question, she knew about the heat, you were stupid to think she didn’t. You gripped your pants and glanced off.

“ my beds all made up..pushed against the wall so I can curl up in it…”

“ good.”

“ why do you ask, Vanessa…”

Vanessa swirled her wine, before throwing back the last bit. Her eyes glanced across the room, before back at you, smiling softly.

“ just curious. if you needed some help finishing it I wouldn’t mind at all. “

“ o-oh uhm…I..I did get this big new comforter I can’t seem to..get over my bed..would you wanna help with that~? “

You both stood up, looking up at her with your big doe eyes.

“ I wouldn’t love anything more beautiful~ “

This was wrong. A random girl, a random alpha in your home, and now you were leading her to your nest, your little spot in this world. Your bedroom was the nicest room in the apartment, your bed all covered in multiple blankets and pillows to keep you comfy. You grabbed the new comforter, opening it from its packaging. Vanessa was silent behind you, before you felt her big hands grab your waist. You didn’t pull away, letting her feel up and down your delicate waist.

“ that feel good baby? “

“ mhm…such a strong grip on me…”

She pushed her head onto your shoulder, grinding on you gently.

“ well, I can’t let you get away now. You let me into your nest…”

“ and maybe i don’t want you to go away Vanessa~ “

You gridded back against her, whimpering softly. You could feel her bulge forming from under her tight uniform. She helped you throw the comforter over the nest before humping your ass.

“ you see what you do to me princess~? Fuck…I’m gonna have to fill you with my pups now~ “

“ o-officer~….”

You turned around, and she pulled you into a deep kiss, her lips practically eating your mouth. You held onto her waist, fiddling with her belt.

“ V-Vanessa….”

“ shh…poor little mutt…all pent up with that poor heat…let me take care of it…”

Vanessa slipped her fingers around your waistband, quickly pulling them down. You wore a pair of panties that were soaked through, slick coating your folds and upper thighs.

“ look at you…all this for me baby~? “

“ y-yeah….i-i cant help it…”

“ yeah? All dirty for me baby? “

Vanessa quietly unbuckled her belt, stripping off her pants to be let with a pair of navy blue boxer briefs on. Her bulge was big through it, and the tip just poked out the top.

“ big isn’t it baby? Bigger than that ex of yours? “

“ yes Vanessa…m-much..much bigger…”

She finally dropped her boxers, letting the full thing throb against your ass. It had to off been at least 9 inches, and it was thick. You could see the knot beginning to form at its base.

“ you gonna take this baby? Gonna let me stuff you good…? “

You let yourself fall backwards into the bed, keeping your legs spread open for her to gawk at.

“ I-I’m all your Vanessa. P-please officer…m-mate me…”

Vanessa let out a low growl, pinning you down in the bed. Her breath was warm against your neck, and she kissed down your face, leaving small bites on your cheeks and earlobes. She stripped your panties off and tossed them to the side, grinding against your soft folds.

“ s-stop teasing…please just fuck m-me…”

“ your little delta may of used you up quickly…but i…I savor my meal…what i do to you..”

You whined as she continued to thrust against your folds, before letting it finally slip in. You moaned out in a pleasured relief, your head going back against the soft blankets.

“ s-so…so tight..fuck..”

Vanessa got to a steady pace, holding you down tighter every time you squirmed from its size. Your moans would grow louder every time she’d thrust in deeper, panting into your chest. She stripped off your shirt and bra, gawking down at your tits.

“ V-Vanessa…nessa please it’s s-so big!! S’to big!! “

“ Quiet baby…I-I’m having fun here…Ima…Ima make you feel good soon gorgeous…”

She bent down and burried her face between your tits, thrusting in harder. Her dick was practically ripping you in half, making sure that your hole would only take her. You’d cry out, and she’d shut you up by thrusting in deeper, making you want to whine and moan louder.

“ who’s pretty pussy is this huh? Who’s it belong too y/n. “

“ Y-you!! I-it belongs to you Vanessa!! “

“ absolutely it does..f-fuck feels..feels s’good….”

With a quick movement, Vanessa grabbed your arms and held them above your head, leaning down into your neck. You were about to complain, before feeling her night down on your neck. And she bit hard. She was marking you, marking you as hers and hers only.

“ V-Vanessa!! “

She only groaned in response, throwing herself back and picking you up, sitting you ontop of her cock. She held your hips and thrusted into you deeper.

“ F-fuck!! N-nessy its t-to much!! I-I’m gonna cum! P-please please I-i can’t!! “

“ My…my girl…m-mine…my pretty girl…f-fuck..take it..take every last drop I give you “

And with that she slammed into you, you practically screamed out in a mix of pleasure and pain. You felt her knot locked in you, and you struggled to regain your breath. You felt her cum filling you, and you could only lay into her as you could feel yourself cumming with her.

“ A-h…ah…v-va…Vanessa…”

“ shh..so good y/n…so good…gentle, get some sleep…I’ll hold you..”

You didn’t argue, you held her tightly and met your eyes close, kissing her nose gently.

“ I l-love you vaness….”

“ i love you too y/n…”

*~*

You woke up surrounded by the comfort of your nest, but your legs twitched with pain. Vanessa must of got loose in the middle of the night, and gone home. You groaned, trying to cling to her scent, before hearing a knock on the door, Vanessa slowly made her way in.

“ I’m so sorry I was gone y/n. I ran to the bathroom. Do you need anything? Money, water, food? Let me look at your mark real quick too. “

Vanessa was quick to tend to whatever you needed. She delicately looked at the mark on your neck, before giving it a gentle kiss.

“ d-does this mean I’m your m-mate now nessy…? “

“ only if you want. But let me take you to dinner first, then you can choose. I’m sorry about it..I was stuck in the moment, and I just need you closer…so my instincts took over and I..marked you…I’m sorry hun..”

You kissed her gently, holding her hands and laying on her.

“ you did nothing wrong…w-will you make me breakfast..? “

“ of course hun. You stay here, soak up my scent. I love you y/n. “

“ I love you t-to Vanessa…”

Vanessa chuckled, slowly getting up and heading out of the room. You nuzzled into the pillows and sniffed each one. Her scent was everywhere, the sickly sweet scent mixed with sweat. But you could also smell fresh cucumber, mandarin, and eucalyptus. You smiled, hugging a pillow tightly and you began to drift off again.

You finally had the alpha you were always told you’d have. But yours was different, she was tought, but gentle. She was possesive, but kind and loving. And you wouldn’t have your Vanessa any other way.