#twitch worship

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

Chapter two of DJD x Earthspark

It happened so suddenly.

One minute, Twitch and Hashtag were bringing Thrash back to the barn.

The next, Hashtag was in pieces, her body feeling like it was torn apart.

Twitch barely could spit her sister's energon out of her mouth before big hands, bigger than Megatron's, grabbed at her, pulling her into the arms of-

No.

Not him.

Anyone but him.

"Twitch, sweetspark. I have come to liberate you from being smothered by Autobot ideals. Come along, you have a date with a painting booth."

Out of the corner of her eye, Twitch could see Thrash being dragged into the woods, a hook through his shoulder, the mech responsible for the stabbing agony in her shoulder having a huge grinder in his chest.

She then screamed as an unspeakable agony crept up her body, starting at her feet and working its way up.

She could feel herself grow faint, pain consuming her as she felt herself struggle to vent, struggle to move and fight against-

Twitch vomited, the feeling of her organs all being squeezed at the same time being too much to bear. She felt something wipe at her mouth, a chiding Voice in her ear, telling her off for making the person holding her messy.

She felt herself being handed to another person that smelled like an electrical fire, and gasped in shock as she smelled blood, human blood, on their hands.

She screamed when she felt a chunk of Mo's scalp on her rotors, her long coils tangling in the gaps of her plating.

She squeaked again as she felt someone smack the back of her head hard.

"Stop it."

Twitch whined, tears filling her eyes as she felt Mo's blood seep in between her plating.

She heard a soft pop, her organs suffering from a phantom squeeze yet again, and an undeniable agony gripped her spark, her body lighting with pain. This time, she knew in her spark who met death with a terrible pain in her spark.

"Robby…" She sobbed. "ROBBY! ROB-"

The bot that held her forced a blood covered pill down her throat, ignoring her attempts to bite his hand and spit it out. "Enough, Twitch. Boss bot wants you calm and QUIET while he takes care of the traitors. Now I have to use the sleepy pill. Tarn won't like that."

Twitch felt the darkness pull her down as she felt another bloom of pain.

Dad.

They killed dad.

She wished they would just kill her too.

_______

Tarantulas was just glad he wasn't holding a beaker.

By the speed he dropped his pen and datapad when Nightshade started to seize, it would have shattered. He caught them and moved them away from the blacktop, practically throwing any stools in his way. In the absence of anything soft, he took a risk and held Nightshade's head off the floor, keeping them from cracking their head off the concrete. After a harrowing 40 seconds, Nightshade's voice box glitched and sputtered before he grabbed his chest in pain.

"Tar-Tarantulas? I- I don't feel great."

"I wouldn't think so, Nightshade. Have you had seizures before? Maybe even gaps in your memory or painful headaches? Dizziness, fuzzy or spotty vision, fainting spells? Any bad hits to the head?"

"No, none of that. I have had no issues with flying. Tarantulas, why are you sitting me on your bed?"

"Just a precaution. Seizures can lead to other problems, and you can't fly home after one. Give me your hand, I have to take some data for Ratchet. It's not good, but I am pretty sure Ratchet can help you monitor them."

Nightshade winced as Tarantulas pricked one finger and put a monitor on the other.

He picked up the datapad included with the medic's kit he definitely didn't take off a corpse and watched in shock as Nightshade's spark beat went wild.

"Nightshade, I am going to ask you to lie back slowly and let me move you around a bit. It might not be comfortable with your wings, but I don't like the readings I am seeing and can't get a hold of Ratchet." Tarantulas also couldn't get a hold of Optimus, Dot, Bumblebee, or Megatron, but he wasn't going to tell that to a youngling with early symptoms of spark tension. Their energon levels were already at high pressure, and he hoped that having them lay down slowly could help.

He guided Nightshade's head back, keeping their spine straight, their knees slightly bent, and their head, chest, and feet elevated. Nightshade looked as if they were resisting the urge to squirm, laying on their back with their still new wings were probably uncomfortable.

"You are doing good, Nightshade. Your vitals are looking better already. I am going to go outside, I want you to not move except to comm me if your vitals change."

Tarantulas wasn't even outside calling the immigration office for a city-state he had been planning to use as a plan B for five minutes before he had to rush inside to use a defibrillator on a convulsing Nightshade.

He didn't realize that the representative was still on the line until the poor being was replaced by a higher up, telling him that extraction had been authorized and a team would be there as soon as they could.

_______

Twitch faded in and out of consciousness, just to get pulled into coherency by a cruel voice, and then a screaming one.

"Nickel … why isn't she waking up?"

"She was part of a massive gestalt, you stupid sons of a glitch! Get her to my medbay now, she's going on spark support, maybe even a pacer."

Twitch could feel her legs dangling as she was rushed somewhere, letting out a hiss of pain as she was dropped onto a freezing metal slab.

"How many of the knockout drugs did you give her?" Twitch finally identified the speaker as the white minicon standing above her on a stool.

"One."

"Good, I don't know why I gave you more than that. Just one pill is the maximum dose. Ugh, she's covered in - is that hair? Gross. Once I get this spark pacer installed, she's getting a bath."

Tarn spoke up, "Good, I would like -"

"This awful Rescue Bot red gone? Of course. I will revel in taking a scouring pad to that horrendous paint." Twitch felt someone pinch and tug on her rotors. "Unfortunately, I can't do anything about the yellow. The biolights in her rotors are too finicky."

Twitch whined as she felt a needle slide into her wrist and under her chest plate.

She felt a numb cold spread through her body before Nickel pulled her chest plate over her head, exposing her spark casing. Twitch shivered as even colder restraints bit into her hands, feet, and rotors, a big clawed hand looping rope through her propellers.

Then Nickel started to operate.

Though she couldn't feel the pain, Twitch could feel Nickel cut through the numb protoform with her laser scalpel, pulling her plating apart until she got to her spark. Nickel started to count loudly as she quickly installed a box the size of Twitch's eye into her spark casing and then pulled everything back together, giving her another injection and releasing Twitch's restraints before barking at Tesarus to take her to the tub.

Twitch felt herself being lifted off the table and dropped lightly into a shallow tub, the antiseptic barely covering the bottom of the tub. Nickel filled a bucket with even more antiseptic and grabbed some bristle brushes, grouching loudly while kicking the rest of the DJD out.

Twitch moaned as the stiff, abrasive brush removed all the tiny bits of Mo's remains from the gaps in her plating, including the bits of scalp in her rotors. The antiseptic stung, the bristles chipping off her paint and scratching up the metal underneath, causing tiny cuts to open and be drowned in the solution. She squeaked as she was roughly rolled on her side, the scouring brush replaced with a soft bristled one on her rotors and propeller blades.

Finally, Nickel left her alone long enough to wheel over a wheelchair, Twitch scrambling to sit up and transfer herself before Nickel could scream at her again.

Nickel checked the seal on the waterproof bandage over her new welds before wheeling her over to a hospital bed, lowering it, and forcing her to stand up on shaking legs and lay down.

Nickel then threw a blanket over Twitch before turning off the light and warning her not to move.

Twitch sobbed in the darkness, thankful that Nickel at least would give her this.

Not that she thought the minicon medic would be one for being gentle.

She drifted off to sleep, dreading whatever agony could come in the morning.

[neurodiversequeer]

anybody ever metaphysically touch a deity before?bc I did today and I still am absolutely reeling and did not know that was possible (also I think I gave her a tiny piece of my soul on accident while trying to make a promise but that's not the current point)

[aditheursula]

Currently in the midst of an IBD flare up. Probably from stressing myself out over...everything.

I'm still streaming Hades tomorrow. I'm excited. My little Hellenic pagan witch heart is ready!

[blackcrowing]

I've just come to the conclusion that I, apparently, use my altar space..... differently than others.

I've seen a lot of posts recently that discuss altars and their uses and these posts always feel.... alien to me... as do most discussions I see being held amongst other pagans in social circles.

The altar in my home is not my work space, its not a ritual area (exept giving of offerings, but perishables normally go straight outside), its not a meditation center, its not MY SPACE.

For me, the altar is an area I have handed over to the deities represented there. I maintain it for them, sometimes I decorate it with things I think they may enjoy to be surrounded by when they care to spend time there, but it is THEIR SPACE. The most I "intrude" on it is that I keep my sacred tools there (my divination tools and when I'm not wearing it my devotional necklace).

This seems to make me odd to some degree, because I'm not going to do (the rare and awkward) ritual activity in the gods house unless it is LIKE LIFE OR DEALTH. It would be rude to force* them to attend my ritual by busting up in their space and demanding their attention, if they wish to pay attention to me when I preform an activity (for them or otherwise) they will.

*I use force, but since they are not omnipresent they may not even actively be in that space at any given time, but it certainly still seems intrusive and rude

[silvermoon424]

Is there anything more insufferable than the average Destiny fan

[thesugarjar]

Come join me on Twitch from 7-9 pm CST! I’ll be streaming some DDLV on TheSugarJar 💕 I’d love to see you there!

[simping-on-the-daily]

Hi so how fucked up do you think it would've been if Nahida's 'Dead Loved One' was a scholar alive from when the Sages first found her and they treated her really nicely and like an actual person and then respected her divinity and then they just. Died. Either they died of mortal complications or the Sages got pissed that they were worshipping a 'false god' and they killed them over it. How fucked up do you think that would've been

[glorygawdess]

new twitch link just dropped & I’m about to go live now 🥰🤭

come smoke & react to future’s new album with me 😌

[werecreature-addicted]

part one

Fallen angel who can't help but crave sex every moment after you two make love for the first time. He doesn't want to eat or sleep or work, he wants to be balls deep inside your perfect cunt. He's only ever known Devotion, not even as a form of love, but as a way of life, now that he's lost his god he has nothing to devote himself to except for your perfect body and the holy way you cum. He eats you out with the same diligence as he used to pray. He knows your body the way a priest knows the bible. Your cries of pleasure are like gospel music. divine.

He drizzles honey over your tits and sucks your skin clean again, lavishing you with his tongue, teasing your nipples with his teeth. If you're worried that he's not eating enough he'll gladly take every meal at the alter of your breasts.

He feels unworthy when you bathe him, no amount of soap will make him clean again. He doesn't deserve your soft affection. if anything, he should be bathing you, kneeling at your feet, bringing warm water over your body, tenderly washing every inch. but he's not the worshiper he once was, he gets distracted, and he strokes your pussy slowly back and forth, the soap long forgotten as he "cleans" you. He strokes your clit slowly, his breath fluttering as you twitch against the pad of his fingers. He's so lucky to be in the cult of your love, your first and only follower. Normally he knows that people would try to share this pleasure, this sanctum, but the thought of sharing you twists him inside. He thinks he'd kill anyone else who tried to worship you the way he does.

[nighttimealone]

Cw: Nsfw (consent)

Sleeping with Simon means you might wake up from the tingling yet comfortable feeling coming from your breast, still disoriented from the slumber, letting out a sleepy whimper as the pleasure keeps coursing through your spine like tiny lightnings.

“Morning.” Simon doesn’t even detach his lips from your nipples as he greets you, lapping lazily and rolling the little peaks with his hot tongue.

“Simon…” Your fingers card through his locks to encourage him, he’s always extra horny in the early morning, but the eagerness in his movements is more evident now than the other days, practically burying his face in your breasts. “What got you so worked up today?” you ask him between the moans caused by his antics, his intentional sucking on one of your sensitive buds makes you unable to hold back a whiny cry of bliss.

“Wake up and see you sleeping in my arms, safe and sound…” Simon huffs out a laugh when he gives your nipples a nip, eliciting a yelp on you “You wearing my shirt, leaning against my chest, just the right angle for me to peek in the collar and see those cute nipples of yours…”

“It’s not my fault, you told me to wear one of your shirts last night.” Your pouty facade can’t be kept on for long, not when he finishes taking good care of your now fully hardened nipples, peppering kisses on his way downwards, as if memorizing your body and claiming his territory again with those pink love bites.

“And you’re the one who chose the thinnest and loosest shirt, ain’t you?” Taking your clothed clit between his lips, he smirks as he dart out his tongue, pressing down forcefully at your core and toying it skillfully, so you’ll throw your head back on the pillow and grind your needy pussy against his lips, begging for more with those sugar-coated pleas. “Fuck, all greedy and soaked just from me worshipping your tits, sweetheart? Who’s the eager one now, eh?”

“Just…Just pull down the panties already, god…” Not enough, your mind screams for more, yearns for his lips directly touching your wet folds.

“Bossy.” He chastises you, like you’re an impatient girl craving for candies, but he won’t deny you—or deny himself, from tasting what he’s been wanting since he woke up this morning.

Pulling down your panties and let it pull around your ankles, not even sparing time to take it off properly, he dives back between your thighs, wet tongue gliding through your core, drinking down those nectar as you reach out and push his face down further, the crook of his nose nudging your clit so good that you roll your hips to meet his consistent onslaught.

“Bloody hell, princess…smells so fucking good.” He groans, a low and half-growling one which only worsen your insatiable desires. Even when he lifts his head slightly to speak, his hands immediately move in, sliding two thick and long fingers into your dripping cunt, pumping and pressing the correct spots to make you scream out his name.

“Trying to wake the neighbors up with those cute moans, huh? ‘m not sure if they’ll feel grateful.” Thumbs spreading your pussy lips, he latches onto the now-exposed clit, bringing you another level of joy by sucking that twitching little thing.

“Simon! Si- oh, gonna…” You try to warn him before you get pushed over the edge abruptly, liquid gushing out and smearing his face, only for him to moan contently and make sure not to miss any drop.

“What a sight…” Straightening up and looking at the pool of mess staining the bedsheets, before his gaze travel to you face, eyes still blurry and cheeks tinted with rosy red, panting and quivering after squirting so hard for him, Simon smacks your pussy teasingly, earning another delectable whimper from you. “Squirting all over the sheets, will have to change it later.”

“Can’t go another round, baby…” You look down at him the moment his lips touch your puffy folds once again, big eyes meeting his dark ones with satisfaction and tiredness, but your protest is cut off by a soft smack on right on your trembling clit, and further words are replaced with moans when he ducks down to resume devouring his favorite meal, pressing a reassuring kiss to your pussy and croon. “Won’t stop until you squirt again for me, you can do it, love, and you will do it.”

[xxsabitoxx]

Stay Quiet

Yuta x Fem! Reader Smut / characters are 18+

Warnings: semi-public sex, hotel sex, sex with someone else sleeping in the room, titty worship, raw sex, creampies, squirting

A/N: Baby boy is backkkkkk _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): since I feel like I’ve forgotten how to write smut… here is a smut imagine :D

Word count: 1.7k

“Y-yuta~”

Your back is arching into him, hand slapping over your mouth to try and suppress your whimpers. Your boyfriend isn’t listening to your quiet pleas, his head under your shirt, his lips wrapped around one of your nipples.

His only response is stopping his sucking to bite instead, earning a sharp cry from your lips that you quickly try and smother. Beside you, the bed is rustling as Inumaki tosses and turns in his sleep.

Not even a vacation with long time friends in a shared hotel room with two beds would stop Yuta from having his way with you. So long as you kept quiet…

“Yuta please…” you begging him, tone soft but labored as his hand tightened its grip on your side. Still, he didn’t respond, mouth far too preoccupied to speak.

You could only imagine the mess he was making, littering your skin in bruises and saliva to make you his. He’s always adored your breasts, both in the sexual and non-sexual sense. Sometimes he just needed to hold them, other times he needed to fuck them.

You never complained, not when he worshiped you the way he did… the way he was right now.

You could feel your eyes threatening to roll back, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bud as his thigh pressed further to your covered cunt. You were soaked, Yuta could feel the dampness through your night shorts as they pressed into his bare thigh.

Yuta left your breast alone, kissing the bruises he left before turning his head to the one he had been neglecting. It sent a whole new wave of pleasure through you, hand pressing to your mouth tighter as you couldn’t contain your whine.

He nipped at your skin, just hard enough to leave teeth indents that would turn into pretty bruises.

Your hips jerked as he bite down on your nipple, pain and pleasure making you clench around nothing. Your cunt dragged along his thigh, too many layers separating you to gain any real satisfaction from the friction.

“A-at least fuck me, Yuta.” You begged him, hand slotting back over your mouth as he sucked your neglected nipple. Still, you were left with no response, nothing but his hips jerking against your abdomen told you that he had heard your quiet plea.

You felt him, hard and heavy resting on your abdomen, straining in his briefs. If it weren’t for the sheer amount of body heat from being under the covers, you’d have been able to to feel the wet patch forming on the front of him.

Yuta indulged himself further, practically moaning as his hips rolled against you. “N-not fair.” You breathed, one of your hands coming down to rest on top of his head, not able to reach his hair since he was protected by your shirt. “So hot… Yuta I’m hot…”

You knew it was useless, he wasn’t going to stop anything he was doing until he was good and ready.

You could feel it though, your skin was starting to turn slick with sweat. So was Yuta’s, but that didn’t seem to phase him at all. Not when he was lathering your breast with his tongue and whining as he rut his hips against your abdomen.

So needy yet so controlling.

It was a dizzying mix, being completely at his mercy.

Your hips rolled against his thigh, trying to create some sort of relief since he was purposely ignoring you. Three rolls of your hips and Yuta’s grip was tightened, stopping you from moving all together as he released your nipple with a soft pop.

“So fucking needy.”

He practically seethed, pulling his head out from under your shirt to glare at you. “M-me?” You whisper yelled, face warm from anger and need. “Yes you.” Yuta shot back, the anger on his face didn’t concern you.

Not when you could feel his cock twitching.

“We’re both needy, you’re just mean, Yuta.” Your lip wobbled, head turning to look at the other hotel bed. Inumaki had seemed to settle into a deep sleep, back facing the two of you.

“Eyes on me.”

You shivered involuntarily, head turning back to face Yuta in record time. “If I fuck you, you need to keep quiet.” You nodded eagerly, but Yuta wasn’t satisfied.

“Promise me you’ll stay quiet.” You felt your breathing stop, taking a moment to start again as you quietly whispered “I promise.” Yuta still seemed skeptical.

“I still don’t believe you.” He mumbled as he began pulling down his briefs, just enough for his cock to spring free. “Yuta I mean it.” You whined, hands rushing to yank your sleep shorts and panties off for him.

“You’re never quiet, pretty girl.” Warmth flooded you, causing you to suck your lip between your teeth as your hips raised. Yuta helped you despite scolding you, tossing the two clothing items off to the side.

“If you can’t stay quiet, I’ll stop.”

You nodded, taking your vow to silence literally as his fist wrapped around his cock. Your legs spread further to accommodate him, cunt throbbing with the desire for him to be inside of you.

“Tell me you understand, pretty girl.”

He froze just as he positioned himself at your entrance, teasing you further by prolonging what you needed. “I understand, Yuta.” And he pressed in, watching your mouth fall open as your chest rose and froze.

You were good, holding in the moan that was threatening to burst your lungs as he sunk deep. Your cunt had no resistance, swallowing his cock whole as he bottomed out inside of your tight heat. “Good girl.” He groaned.

Your hands found their way to his biceps, nails digging into his muscles as your legs locked around his hips. You managed to exhale the breath you had been holding, barely making a noise louder than a pant.

Yuta wasted no time, hips drawing back and snapping forward. Your head fell back against the pillow, mouth open as a quiet gasp left you. He was focused, head dipping down to watch where he appeared and disappeared inside of you.

Never mind being mindful of the noises you were making, Yuta had to be mindful of the noises your bodies made. Anything louder than the squelching and bed creaking and he was certain Inumaki would be waking up.

But it was hard to be rational when your cunt was suctioning to him, velvety walls begging to milk him for all he was worth. He’d give it to you, no questions asked.

Every drag of his cock had you arching, scratching at his biceps as sweat dripped down your brow. You couldn’t think straight, breath catching in your lungs every few thrusts as you tried to ignore the urge to scream his name. “K-kiss me.” You managed to choke out.

It certainly wasn’t a whisper, the rustling in the bed over confirmed that. Yuta dropped lower, practically draping his body over you, hips rolling slowly rather than thrusting as he slotted his lips over yours.

Still, he was listening, silently praying Inumaki wouldn’t wake up because dammit he was certain he wouldn’t be able to stop fucking you even if he did.

“Y-Yuta-“ it was muffled, swallowed whole by his tongue slipping past your lips. You gave in, nearly melting into the mattress from his weight settling on you, the close proximity causing his pubic bone to brush your clit.

You felt it then, molten hot arousal pooling in your gut as he offered to the slightest bit of relief.

Yuta pulled away, saliva keeping your lips connected. “You have to be quiet, pretty girl. He almost woke up.” You nodded, eyes so bleary and lips so swollen that he couldn’t bring himself to really scold you.

Yuta found his pace again, hips smacking into yours and creating a soft slap that was just barely muffled by the hotel comforter. He was struggling to contain his own noises as your cunt clenched around him, one of your hands falling away from his bicep to sneak between you.

“Rub your clit for me, pretty girl. Make yourself cum on my cock.” It was a whisper but it seemed to echo off the walls of your skull, rendering you completely speechless.

You did as he asked, hand slipped down to feel your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit in face circles as Yuta’s cock stroked your sweet spot. “Make yourself cum on my cock, please. You know how much I love that.”

You nodded, mouth hanging open as breathless pants slipped past. They were quiet enough to not wake Inumaki but if anyone were to enter the room, it would be painfully obvious what was happening.

Yuta watched you, eyes torn between watching your tits bounce with each thrust and watching where his cock kept disappearing inside of you. It was utterly entrancing, making him gasp as his cock twitched violently within your walls.

“I’m gonna cum, pretty girl. Cum with me please.”

His voice cracked, face sweaty and flushed as he begged you so sweetly. It sent electricity straight down your spine, clit throbbing as your orgasm built. The thrusts got harder, a little sloppier… and louder.

Not that Yuta could care in that moment, he seemed to forget everything he had been drilling in your head as he moaned your name. You whined, eyes widening at the volume of his voice as your walls clenched again.

You were close, fueled by the feeling of his cock twitching deep inside of you. “Cum with me, please.”

Breathless, you nodded, head falling back as you brought yourself over the edge just as Yuta did. His hips stuttering before burying deep, pushing against your cervix as he spilled his load in you.

You had barely registered the warm gush that flooded between your thighs, not until Yuta collapsed on top of you. “Fuck.” You offered weakly, feeling the dampness on the sheets below accompanied by your sweaty skin.

“We made a mess.” Yuta’s tone was sheepish, vibrating your neck as he spoke into it. “It definitely reeks of sex in here too…” you felt your face burning, realizing there wasn’t any windows open to allow ventilation.

“He’ll figure it out regardless.” Yuta sounded defeated but you could feel a smile on his face. “I’ll take the blame… since I’m the one who can’t resist your breasts.”

“You better.”

[stalkerr-daddy]

Having innocent sex, starting in missionary, fucking you while we make eye contact, leaning down and kissing you as I slowly thrust in and out of you, kissing and worshiping your body, holding you in my arms as I thrust my cock deeper inside of you. Wrapping my arms around you and rolling around with you, switching to doggy style. I start fucking your pussy from behind, gripping your hips tightly as I start fucking you faster and harder. Hearing your moans getting louder and louder is driving me crazy and I start slapping your ass, hitting it too hard, making you moan and cry in pain, leaving welts and handprints on your ass. You put your hand back, trying to get me to slow down, I grab you by your wrist and pin your arm behind your back, grabbing a fistful of hair with my other hand and pinning your face into the bed as I pound your pussy even harder and I say “your holes are my property, your body is my property, I’m going to fuck you how I want princess” bruising your cervix as I fuck you deeper and harder, hearing your muffled moans as I laugh at you as you struggle. Making you my doll, to use for my pleasure and not for yours. You don’t have to enjoy it, as long as I do that’s all you’re here for. Once you stop fighting and accept your fate, I pull my cock out, grab your hair and force my cock down your throat, brutally fucking it as I hold your hands together, until you feel my cock start twitch as I’m balls deep in your throat, cumming down it, making you feel like a used cum dump, exactly what you are

[thrasherella]

Going from a human boyfriend that only eats you out out of obligation and isn’t really into it to a Werewolf Boyfriend who gets so excited about being able to eat you out that he’ll go for hours if you let him and he’s rock hard the entire time.

Yes, he wants to fuck you of course, but you taste so fucking sweet it’s hard to tear himself away.

...

"Wait!" she cried out, panting as she tried to catch her breath, face incredibly hot as a telltale crimson flush overtook her cheeks. He paused, looking up at her from between her thighs, the way he was making those puppy dog eyes at her driving her crazy. "I..." she hesitated, biting at her lower lip softly and breaking their eye contact; oh Christ this is so embarrassing...

"My last boyfriend, aahhh...heeee said that I, um, I don't taste good--" she could feel her voice staring to get choked up in her throat as the tears welled and threatened to spill down her cheeks, but before she could say another word his mouth was on her, and she gasped sharply, head falling back as his tongue drove straight into her soft walls, lapping at the arousal already dripping from her.

"What a fucking loser," he muttered into her, his hot breath causing her to shiver. "You taste like a piece of fucking candy...so sweet..." he gave a long, low moan as his tongue returned to her tight cunt, his cock swollen and dripping, begging for his attention, but he ignored his own needs for now. There would be plenty of time to stretch this pretty pink hole around his dick later; right now there was a feast to be had...

Her mind turned to static as he made out with her pussy, a symphony of ambrosial tones cascading from her lips; it was music to his ears. She hadn't known that this could feel so good, her blood running molten hot as his tongue plundered and tasted her relentlessly, pushing so deep he bumped up against her cervix, making her gasp and twitch; sharp teeth occasionally raking against her sensitive clit, her hips rolling and bucking as she squirmed beneath him deliciously. Chris had only ever put in the minimal effort when it came to eating her, acting like it was such a bothersome chore; this was like being worshipped, his lips taking full advantage of her, tongue filling her completely, those sharp, dangerous teeth testing her skin gently, lightning dancing along her spine as he threatened to break her skin but never did. She hoped she would bare his bruises tomorrow...

He let out little whimpers and groans that only fueled the wildfire that was raging out of control within her core, sucking her soft skin delicately, growling and grinding himself into the mattress in wonderfully agonizing anticipation.

He made her cum so many times she couldn't keep count; clawed fingers of one hand rubbing her swollen and throbbing clit until she was practically screaming, the other hand reaching up to tease and pinch her hardened nipples. She was unable to think as she came over and over against his mouth, onto his hand, soaking his face and the bedsheets with her sweet juices.

He desperately tried to lap up every last drop...

[mellowwillowy]

A Husband Duty (GN, NSFW)

Instead of another normal love making session, you ask him to do more to you (FIC, junkie reader, IMG., more in Husband...)

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

Yan! Husband who just loves you so much that it turns into another worshipping session instead of fucking you raw without any condom on.

Yan! Husband who just eats you out / gives you head nonstop until you are overstimulated, the whole bed is wet with your cum and drool, his boxer drenched in cum as he ruts himself against the bed sheet.

Yan! Husband whose fingers teased the insides of your clenching hole, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl and eyes roll to the back. Yes, just loll out your tongue and he'll take it for granted with his mouth, sucking and licking it while he relishes in the way you whine.

Yan! Husband who will actually cum undone just from lapping up your sweet nectar, drinking it all like a thirsty man who is lost in the Sahara desert.

Yan! Husband who refuses any of your attempts in giving him head, nuh-uh, he wants to focus on you and you only. He is already wetting his boxer with his cum, what more do you want? Splatter it all over your face and hair? He'd be so fine with just your hole ♡

Yan! Husband whose cock twitches so much when it is only the tip that enters you, imagine the whole thing filling you full and deep, he is already shaking from the ejaculation, cumming deep inside you. Do you think he is done as a '5 second, take it or leave it?'

Yan! Husband who has a questionable way of ejaculating but his stamina is not to be doubted. He will pound himself deep into you while his sperm paints your insides white. Every time he pulls out, the cum would immediately pool out from your hole only to be refilled with another. (Honestly, as expected from someone inhumane)

Yan! Husband who will not stop kissing you, be it your face, lip, body, or anything as long as it's you. Can you imagine the amount of hickeys you'll be waking up to? These will surely show the servants and others just how cherished you are in his hand.

Yan! Husband who will coax more of your sweet moans, pushing your limit further with every session you have with him, yes, he will fuck you till the sun rises if you can accommodate to him. The idea of it makes his cock twitches again, he needs to be clamped tight by you.

Yan! Husband who will not stop abusing your sex, pleasuring you with his fingers as he gives you a second stimulation while he is still hammering his cock into you.

"W-why, why do you have so much c-cum, in you-!?"

"I don't know dear, maybe it's because of you. You are driving me nuts every day!"

Yulian is such a healthy man ^^ how much litter does he have left to fill you up? Ah, the bulge... it's so arousing to see your stomach bulging with his cock and cum.

Yan! Husband, the King of Aftercare, bathing you with the finest body care, roses floating while his face nuzzled up in your neck. Please, don't do anything you will regret, you don't want him to hammer his cock into you again, the whole bathtub might be his cum instead!

Yan! Husband who kisses you to sleep, letting you rest after hours of fucking you dumb. It seems like the euphoria is gone and he has regained his sanity, evident from how he's thinking how to cover all these hickeys and bite marks.

Yan! Husband who presses his lip to all those marks, kissing it better while occasionally licking some.

Maybe he shouldn't help you cover it after all.

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⌗ NSFW LINKS ┆ hiphop unit

nsfw links + s.coups, wonwoo, mingyu, and vernon.

CAUTION : nsfw content. twt porn links used. MDNI. click away if necessary.

Seungcheol

- Deep fucking you after a long day at work just 'cause he missed you

- He can't stop making you cum :(

- Cheol's favorite way to wake you up

- Quick fuck before going out, panties pushed to the side

Wonwoo

- Lazy sex to match the gloomy weather

- He just loves your tits so much

- He's always holding your hands, even during backshots

- His way to relieve stress after a lose streak

Mingyu

- Mutual masturbation (barely)

- Fucking you in an angle

- God, he's so big

- A quick thigh-job

Vernon

- Making out with your swollen cunt

- Twitching while filling you with his cum

- Backshots (ft. handcuffs)

- Worshiping your tits

a/n: dropping this bc I'm gonna be so busy this week :,)