#ugh i need to stop crying and go write smut

[satorhime]

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[fullsunstrawberry]

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Love Beyond Labels

synopsis: the misunderstood "rich girl," reveals her academic struggles to a loner with his own challenges. In an unexpected twist, they form a unique friendship—she gets study help, and he gains a true companion.

genre: slice of life, humor, fluff, angst, smut

warnings**: swearing, bullying, joke of “social suicide”, smut (more to be added)

word count: estimated 10k (preview 1k)

release date: December 10th

a/n: thank you guys so much for 2k followers AHHHH so i decided to post my first ever written fanfic…this took forever to write btw lol

taglist open! (18+)

School is easy, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty. Well, that's what all your classmates thought. They didn't know how difficult school was for you. You never got what was happening in class. Anytime you got an answer wrong, no one batted an eye because who expects the rich pretty girl to get an answer right? But little did they know you would cry in the janitor's room after each time. You just hated feeling so dumb.

"Ugh, I'm not ready for today's test," Jaemin huffed, plopping down beside you.

"Wait, there's a test?" you sighed, already predicting the outcome.

Mr. Moon whispered a half-hearted "good luck" as he handed you the test, before moving on and finishing handing out everyone else’s tests. He already knew how it was going to go. You hated how even the teachers knew you were stupid.

After the test, you already knew you failed it. You were the last one to turn your test in, when Jaemin asked if you wanted to meet up with him, Jeno, Mark, and Chenle for lunch. You nodded telling him you had to stop at the office real quick.

Instead of walking towards the office, you sped walked to the janitor's closet, already feeling the tears threaten to escape. You knew you failed that test. Even though you acted like you didn’t know you had a test, you lied. You’ve been studying for it for a long time. Even canceling plans. But you would never admit it to anyone. You studied your ass off but still failed, that’s even more pathetic than forgetting about it.

You quickly took out the keys and opened the door quickly so no other student would see it. You thank the janitor for being so forgetful that you could easily steal one of his keys. He has a bunch of copies, one missing wouldn’t hurt. Right as you locked the door you sat in the corner, not even bothering to turn the lights on.

you were always an ugly crier, but it was okay cause you bought the most expensive waterproof makeup for these occasions. Only a quick bathroom stop is needed before meeting your friends for lunch.

As you were drying your tears you heard the door jiggle and then open. you quickly hid your face just in case it was someone you knew.

"Y/N?" a voice you didn't recognize spoke, interrupting your quiet moment in the janitor's closet.

Confused, you wiped your face and looked up at the mystery voice. You kind of recognized the thick black glasses boy in front of you. You knew he was in some of your classes but you couldn’t think of his name.

Fearing the worst you cleared your throat before asking “What do you want?”

“Uh, I don't want anything!" the boy replied, swiftly stepping into the room and closing the door. You noticed he had his lunch tray with him. "This might sound pathetic, but I like to eat my lunch here."

confused, you asked him “Why would you do that?”

“Well I don’t really have friends and I don't want to get picked on” he explained sitting down next to you, not having much of a choice because there wasn’t that much room.

"Oh, I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll just go," you said, preparing to stand up. But before you could, he quickly called out your name, making you look down at him.

"You're not bothering me! You can stay and talk about what's going on. I know we don't talk, but I can listen to you." His hopeful eyes convinced you to sit back down. You quickly wiped away your tears before confiding in him.

“You can’t tell anyone this!“ You put your pinky finger up and put it near him. “promise?

“I don’t have many people to tell” he let out a small laugh while putting his hands up defensively. “promise!” he took your pinky finger in his

“okay” you nodded “I failed my psychology test today”

you looked at his face and he looked confused “What?” you questioned

“Oh it's just, you always fail your tests. Everyone knows that”

As he said that you felt the tears start to come back. Of course, he wouldn’t get it. Why did you ever think he would get it?

“I didn’t mean it like that, I’m so sorry” he panicked “I shouldn’t have said that!”

you turn away, quickly wiping away your tears again. “no I get it, I’m the dumb girl”

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant. Hey, want to hear something embarrassing about me? I'm only here because of a scholarship. That's why no one wants to be friends with me!" he confessed.

you start to giggle “That’s not embarrassing!”

“It made you laugh! But here is something actually embarrassing, my teacher forgot my name today. Even though I've had her for the whole year.”

Your eyes widen, feeling bad that you forgot his name.

“ahh you don’t know my name either”

you smile “If you tell me your name, I’ll forgive you”

“haechan”

“That's a nice name, haechan” You smiled at the way it rolled off your tongue.

“thank you, I have a proposition or a proposal”

“I know what proposition means” you teased

he giggled, “I’ll help you study”

your eyes lit up, “really? What can I do for you?”

he avoided your eyes and cleared his throat “Be my friend”

your eyes softened “That’s not hard, I was going to be your friend after this conversation anyways” You pushed his shoulder.

He finally met your eyes and smiled at you. “then you don’t have to do anything, friends help friends”

As the bell faintly rang, you pulled out your phone. "Here, give me your number so we can talk."

he paused for a second before taking your phone

standing up and thanking him before you quickly left to go touch up your makeup in the bathroom. Reminding yourself you would have to tell Jaemin you were sorry for ditching him and the guys.

[bratphilia]

teacher (m. schmidt x reader)

request: "Can you plz plz write a smut where Mike takes readers virginity and they are kind of innocent"

note: sorry if this was a lil shorter than you were hoping. i left some breathing room at the end for a potential second part

pairing: mike schmidt x reader

tags: fingering, missionary, virgin!reader, soft dom!mike

"this is your clit," mike says, pressing on the sensitive area.

your hips jolt. "o-okay," you whine, struggling in his grasp.

abby is at vanessa's house to be babysat so you and mike are left alone at his place. mike has you resting half way on top of him with one hand on your leg to remind you to keep them spread for him. you decided that today's the day you want to go all the way with him, much to his concern to your change of heart. however, you managed to convince him that you were ready. 

the truth is, mike's been wanting this for awhile. he just finds your innocence so cute! the way you're a bit of a prude, blushing and shying away from anything related to sex. he finds it adorable. he finds youadorable.

he slowly moves the finger resting on your clit down south until it prods at your hole. he kisses your forehead and then your cheek as if to prepare you for what comes next. 

"ooh," you exhale shakily. it's an admittedly discomforting stretch, but thankfully he eases you into it gently. he's such a caring boyfriend. 

once the finger is inside, he curls it, earning a sharp "ah!" from you. 

"...and this is your g-spot."

"th-that feels nice, mikey," you say, reaching a hand to grasp his t-shirt while he curls and uncurls his finger. 

"yeah?" he mumbles, slightly mocking your voice. 

mike pumps his finger a little faster and reaches another hand to rub slow circles around your clit. you grasp onto his arm and whimper. 

"m-mike — mike! — i feel weird..." you cry.

instead of slowing down, he actually goes a little faster. your slick provides for a perfect lube to do so. "shh, it's okay. just let it go, okay?"

he presses the hand rubbing on your clit on your tummy, gently pressing down. the heat in your stomach grows until you feel some sort of release and a pulsing in your pussy. you moan loudly when he kisses you. 

you feel yourself dripping onto his finger and your face burns. "'m sorry." 

he gives you a lopsided grin. "what are you sorry for?"

you shake your head and he begins to unbuckle his belt and discard his pants and boxers. you tug on his shirt for him to take it off and he does so, pecking your lips before and after. 

"still good to continue?" he checks. god, he's so good to you. 

you nod and he slides on top of you. his dick prods at your entrance. "i'm going to go slow, okay? it's gonna hurt at first but that's just you adjusting."

"and we can stop at anytime, right?" you ask.

"of course."

he pushes in slow as he promised. you let out a flurry of 'ah's as the burning sensation of your walls stretching hits you overwhelmingly. fuck, you're so tight. he was expecting you to be — you were tight when he put his finger in — but he doesn't feel confident he can really move inside of you that much. 

he's buried about halfway inside and waits for your call to move. "you're — ugh — so fucking tight," he can't help but comment.

"is — is that a good thing?" you wonder out loud.

"very," he says with a pained chuckle. 

you take a deep breath after a few moments. "'m ready." 

mike begins to thrust slowly and cautiously. his cock drags against your walls pleasurably enough for the both of you. the noises your making, squeals, whines, and cries, makes him want to go faster and illicit more, but being careful with you is far more important than his primal needs.

he recalls your reactions to the way he talked to you, so he leans down to whisper in your ear. "you like that, baby? like feeling me inside you?"

"yes," you moan. 

his shallow thrusts are still enough to make the cheap bed creak and rock. "fuckin' god, babe, you feel so good wrapped around me."

"baby," you cry. "can you go a little faster? i can — ah! — take it." 

"yeah? does my baby want it faster?" he mocks you as he picks up the pace ever so slightly.

"mikey!" you cry from the stimulation.

"gettin' close, baby?" he asks.

"mmm! i think so..."

like before when you were close — and he can tell you are by the way you're spasming around him — he brings his hand to your clit and rubs from side to side. you grip desperately onto him as you feel the same way you did before: the tension in your stomach growing like a dam about to break loose. 

"ah! ah!" you moan and spill over the edge. 

mike holds off from coming himself, for now and pulls out. this was about you, not him. besides, he'll teach you how to use his mouth on him some other time anyway.

[askinkiskarma]

My sweet bb Andra 💕 How are you doing love ? 💫

I have a juicy Request and I know you will make its justice 😩🤌🏻

So basically, we have Neteyam and Mate going out for a little time together at the lake, or pond whatever (deep enough 😏😳). Reader decides to draw Neteyam. So he poses for her and well she starts drawing and all. She is all concentrated looking at the paper for a moment and she feels something being thrown at her. She looks at him and well 🥴 We don't need any precisions here :3

Reader is all flustered and Neteyam is just smirking widely. Reader hasn't any time to react because we hear Jake's voice screaming Neteyam's name from afar. Oh ! Guess what ? Neteyam forgot. Yes. He forgot a training with his father (Pls let this poor guy rest a bit 🙂).

And Lo'ak (Otherwise it wouldn't be funny hehe)

Neteyam tries to grab his loincloth but reader is faster and throws it far into the bushes, with a smirk obv. So Neteyam has no choice to jump into the water (I know that Na'vi are less ashamed of nudity... Are they ? Anyways !)

So his brother and father get there, very fastly. Everything that happened before was like in 10 secs.

The rest I leave up to you 😏 We only need some funny dad-Neteyam and brother-Neteyam interactions when he just can't go out of the water, but he's very very late... Then we have Lo'ak that finally understands and just cannot stop laughing, making Jake more than less annoyed than he already was. And we have some intense playfull eye contacts with the reader. She's enjoying it haha.

Yeah... You can end it like you want 😂💖 My brain is a mess sometimes ugh 😥

Okay Imma stop 🙈🌸 I hope this inspired you and no pressure okay ? 🫂

Smooches 🥰

no cause this is so so funny and i hope you enjoyed bestie xx it feels good to be back writing for neteyam :((

pairing: neteyam x human!reader

wc: 1170 words

warnings: smut, fluff, minors do not interact 🔞

na'vi compendium: yawne - beloved, tewng - loincloth, tanhí - bioluminescent freckles

As a human on Pandora, there wasn't much for you to do, very little your body was inherently made for. You were slow and clumsy, a stark contrast to the Na'vi carrying you on his back like a little doll, all nimble and quiet as he treaded the deep shrubbery, his thumbs massaging your thighs as you rested your chin on his shoulder, humming contently in between peppering kisses to his neck.

As a human on Pandora, you were stuck in a lab most days, with filtered air and fluorescent lights, that did nothing for you, that had a rare talent of making even the most beautiful creature look ghastly and ashen, that gave you a headache, that made you miss the beautiful light peering through the uneven gaps created by the branches of the tall trees of the Omaticayan forest. Stuck as you were, you turned to artistic outlets for your boredom. You loved to draw, and you became very good in time, enough that the entire lab and some of the village were now covered in your landscapes and your portraits. The people loved you, and your talents, and often urged you to draw them or loved ones, as a way to immortalise a face or a moment forever in time, a priceless gift for them, and one that gave you a place amongst the Na'vi, even different, as you were.

As a human on Pandora, you didn't have a lot of choice of entertainment... or men. But you've never felt the lack... not when you had Neteyam. Your best friend, your confidant, he was always up for a challenge, and, let's just say, he always thought of you as one. In the few years since your 18th birthday, a rite of passage of sorts for humans, you were told, Neteyam made it his purpose to show you that you will never have to miss out on anything on Pandora, that he would make it his life's mission to... be there for you, in any and every way you needed, be it to be a shoulder to cry on, or a shoulder to rest your legs on as his head was in between your thighs, Neteyam was always there - ready to help, ready to serve.

You gulped as you reminisced about this morning, about the moans that escaped him as he was lapping at your folds like he was quenching an unquenchable thirst, like eating you out was for his own pleasure, and not your own, or the way he didn't stop until you were so overstimulated you were crying, something he made up for by showering you in soft kisses and quiet whispers of "you did so well for me, yawne. you always take me so well."

"You ok back there... friend?"

"Yes, Teyam. Just tired. Are we almost there yet?"

"Patience, love. You wanted more inspiration for your drawings, right? I told you I found just the place, and you're going love it, I promise. It's just a little further."

Well, he was right. The little meadow created by a small, clear pond, bustling with little fish swimming peacefully, drowned in warm sunlight, was the perfect backdrop for the painting you had in mind. With a small smirk, you pointed at the water and clicked your tongue at your much larger, beautiful, muscular friend.

"Get in, Teyam."

"Why?"

"I've wanted to draw you for a while, I just wanted the perfect background, and now I have it. Now go."

You chuckled to yourself as you heard a loud splashing noise, and settled on removing your pad and pens, placing them on the ground next to you as you thought about what positions would work best for what you had in mind. You gasped loudly when something soft hit you in the face, removing you from your less than innocent reveries - it seemed Neteyam was ahead of you, as you felt for the object that you removed from yourself and realised it was his loincloth. When you looked back at him, your mind shortcircuited at the sight of his naked body, glistening in the sun as the water dripped down every defined muscle, down his chest and abs, down his v-line, down his -

"You like what you see, yawne?"

Although it pained you, you raised your eyes until they met his beautiful features, tanhí shining brightly even in broad daylight, as they always did when he was overtly happy or amused, and by the wild, mischievous grin and crinkles by his eyes, it was a safe assumption he was both.

"I say you forget the painting for now, and come here so I can show you how... grateful I am you thought of me as your next subject."

It was a no-brainer to you, really, but when you heard a voice you knew all too well screaming, the noise echoing through the trees, heightening the sound, your body stilled in place.

"Neteyam! Are you there, boy?"

"Fuck! I forgot I was supposed to meet my dad for training."

"Quick, throw me the tewn-" you screeched as the instruction came too little too late, and in the heat of the moment and much to Neteyam's dismay, frightened by the quickly approaching steps of the Olo'eyktan, you threw the cloth in the opposing direction, somewhere in the bushes.

"Netey- ah, kid. What are you two doing here?"

You just looked at him, panicked, eyes flickering from him to Neteyam's younger brother, who looked at you suspiciously, eye narrowed as they assessed the situation at hand through a lens of youth and misdemeanour Jake couldn't really see, and you were glad.

"Cat got your tongue, kid?" The Sully patriarch's raised eyebrow did very little to will out of the catatonic state you found yourself in, so you remained quiet as he scoffed, turning his attention to his oldest son, instead.

"You were supposed to be in training at 1400 hours, remember?"

"Yes, sir."

"Come on, out. We need to be off and make up for it."

"I-I... can't."

"And why the hell not, boy?"

You felt Jake's eye roll deep in your soul, and you felt like you should take the blame for this since... you threw Neteyam's clothes away in fear, and everything. You should rectify this.

"Jake, I-"

"Oh, my Eywa! He's naked! He's so naked!"

Your mouth dropped in shock, but it was too late. The cat was indeed out of the bag, and as your and Neteyam's eyes met, listening to his dad's groans of disgust, you were a little relieved to see a hint of a smile on his face, the beautiful twinkle of amusement putting your mind at ease, letting you know it was all going to be ok. As long as you were together, and you had him, it was all going to be ok.

Reaching your hand behind your head to scratch the itchy spot at the base of your neck, you laughed awkwardly as you spoke:

"I'm... experimenting with some new artistic techniques?"

[mousydentist]

KPTS fics under 10k that changed my brain chemistry

PART 1: KimChay

Inspired by @the-cookie-of-doom making a fic rec list, cause i was like hey! i like fics too! so here's a bunch of <10k word fics that altered the course of my life. i'm gonna do a few parts, so this first one is just kimchay. i tried to tag all the authors on tumblr but there was a couple i was unsure of so please lmk if they have an account for me to tag! (or if i fucked up any of the links cause you know tumblr was fighting me) <3 without further ado, and in no particular order:

Your last lie by saturnscoded @saturnscode (8182 words)

Not Rated. Creator chose not to use archive warnings. Summary:

In which Porchay's boyfriend cheats on him with Kimhan and he decides to take revenge. Or Things get out of control and Chay doesn't know how to stop.

fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu- this fic oh my god i love this fic. GO READ THIS FIC RIGHT NOW. yknow when people are like "would you rather have a fic with amazing plot or amazing writing" GUESS WHAT BESTIE THIS ONES BOTH. GO READ IT.

Ringing Endorsements by bisexualbard @bisexualbard-writes (2556 words)

Rated G. No Archive Warnings. Summary:

Kim is not impulsive. Kim is a planner, a plotter, a researcher, and generally considers all angles of an action before he makes a move. Chay has always been the exception to his rules though, which is why he’s not even surprised at himself when he walks out of the jewelry shop with an engagement ring barely a month after they’ve reconciled. The only problem is, he doesn't stop at just one.

i have shed so many tears to this fic. it hits the sappy romantic in me right in the fkn feels GOD it just hurts so good ITS NOT EVEN SAD it's just so good it makes me cry 😭😭😭

podfic available by AirgiPodSLV (AirgiodSLV) @airgiodslv!!! welcome to tumblr fdjsjd

heaven is a place (here, on your floor) by booksnchocolate @booksnchocolate (7020 words)

Rated E. No Archive Warnings. Summary:

They're going to have sex. Eventually. They're going to take their clothes off and Chay is going to explore all of Kim's glorious, glorious body with his hands and mouth and – whew, he's going to need a cold shower. There's just one problem. It’s not a big deal, at first.

oh boy. what do i even say about this fic. i think about this fic a lot. like a LOT. it's so incredibly moving and emotional and ugh. just. perfect. no notes. i've cried at this and if i read it again right now i would cry again

Kim's Magic Pussy by imdeadlily @imdeadlily (8096 words)

Rated E. No Archive Warnings. Summary:

Kim wakes up and finds his dick is gone. MIA. Vanished. Displaced. Chay has no issues with this.

i'm a die-hard imdeadlily fan. i highly highly recommend everything they've written and this fic, THIS FIC. ITS SOOOO. just. go read it. you have to experience it yourself.

rainbow hanging over your head by IsleofSolitude @emberfaye (4174 words)

Rated T. No Archive Warnings. Summary:

Chay is crushing hard on Kim. That's the only reason it takes him awhile to realize kim's brothers are being weird.

this fic is the warm and fuzzy feeling you get when it's winter and you take a big blanket that like 10 times your size and you cuddle with your dog. that's this fic. i love this fic more than at least 90% of all things.

Pillow Talk by Atlas (xx_atlas_xx) @xxatlasxx (1427 words)

Rated E. No Archive Warnings. Summary:

Kim finds some time to himself while on tour as Wik, but gets interrupted by a phone call.

FOLLOWING THE TRANS KIM THEME WITH THIS MASTERPIECE. ive screamed all up in atlas' dms ab this fic and there is a REASON it was my most re-read fic of last year. sweet little trans!kim smut that i adore

drape myself with floral light by fern_tdvuh @fern-tdvuh (2080 words)

Rated T. No Archive Warnings. Summary:

"Kim feels like a sunflower – he can't resist basking in Chay's light." How Kim and Chay recognize their love for each other via tattoos, and then share it with the world.

this fiiiIIIIIIIIIIIC GODDDDDDDD. i swoon. i SWOOOOOON over this fic. i simply do not even have the words. this fic hurts my bones, hurts down to my soul. so fucking good. 10/10

Do You Believe in Magic? by disast3rtransp0rt @disast3rtransp0rt (3407 words)

Rated T. No Archive Warnings. Summary:

Deadpool continues to breeze past the entire situation, as he usually does when he’s in ‘trouble’. In fact, ‘Pool starts flirting even earlier into their banter than usual. “Did you hear the part where we’re soulmates, Spidey?” “I actively ignored that bit, actually,” Chay outright lies. Like a lying liar whose spandex is on fire. One hand is still on his hip, and he uses the other to gesture between the two of them. “What if we’re platonic soulmates?” “That’s not how the spell works,” Sabrina the Pain in Chay’s Ass speaks up. “We were hoping to summon Death, but–”

THIS FIC EEEEEEEE oh my god this was just so cute my heart simply could not take it. i read this after like, just, such an awful terrible day and it made me smile and god i love it. very special place in my heart for this fic.

i see rain but maybe they're all tears for you by OdeToFics @thestrangeillusion (5459 words)

Rated E. Creator chose not to use archive warnings. Summary:

Chay slumps back down onto the couch, picking up his controller where he'd abandoned it when there was a knock at his door. "Take your clothes off and then come here," he commands with a steady voice without even looking in Kim's direction. When his words are only greeted with silence from where Kim is still standing next to the door he'd just locked, Chay turns around to look at him and raises a challenging eyebrow at him. "W-what?" Kim stutters out and Chay feels a rush of satisfaction in making the always cool and collected Kim Theerapanyakun finally lose his resolve for once. "You said 'anything', did you not?" Chay asks coldly. ~~ Or: Chay wants Kim to be as vulnerable with him as he had always made himself for Kim. He wants to have some control over Kim. He realises too late that he's in way over his head.

OOF this fic hurts so good. post canon kim having emotions, goodness gracious it HITS DIFFERENT. SAD ANGST PORN MY BELOVED. SMANGST IF YOU WILL

The Art of Persuasion by Zoiseaunoir (9226 words)

Rated E. No Archive Warnings. Summary:

Porchay really wants to top. Kim needs a little persuasion. ... or does he?

!!!!!! some top tier kimchay communication porn. i read this fic like seven times in the week i first discovered it AND YOU SHOULD TOO

Take Your Time (I Promise Not to Run) by WildelyDawn @wildelydawn (3637 words)

Rated E. Rape/Non-con. Summary:

“Somnophilia,” Kim reads out loud. “A sexual interest in engaging in sexual activity with a sleeping person.” Chay hadn’t said no to any of his desires so far. But this is different. This is taking without asking. It’s wrong. (Or: Kim discovers somnophilia and struggles to keep his desires to himself. Chay's there to guide him through it.)

fOOkin hell this fic, this whole series actually, actually actually everything by dawn but i digress. just like, jaw-dropping plot, beautifully written, and smutty on top of it?? just 10/10 fic overall, absolutely outstanding

podfic available by Princess_Moonlight!!!

paying the price by IsleofSolitude @emberfaye (4133 words, ongoing)

Rated M. Creator chose not to use archive warnings. Summary:

Secure with the knowledge that Kim won’t leave him again, Chay unblocked Kim and pressed the call button. (Alternatively, Chay fucks around and finds out. All magic comes with a price.)

:*) bro. this fic took my emotions and put them in a blender. the first chapter was jaw dropping and had me hooked, and the second chapter picked my jaw off the ground and stapled it back on with no novocain. my heart huuuuurts thinking about this fic /pos

I'd Rather Feel Pain Than Nothing At All by Sweet_William @sweet-william-writes (3108 words)

Rated E. Graphic Violence, Rape/Non-con. Summary:

Chay starts having graphic dreams where Kim attacks him. When he is faced with a real-life volatile Kim killing men in Hum Bar to protect him, he realises they were never nightmares. They were wet dreams. And now he's going to make those dreams a reality, whether Kim wants it or not.

yOWza bonowza this fic is a doozy /pos. author's note says "Because we need more awful kimchay fics <3" and sir you delivered!!!!!! spectacular and gasp-worthy, i couldn't stop thinking about it for like four days after reading it

Technicality by TheCookieOfDoom @the-cookie-of-doom (9136 words, ongoing)

Rated E. No Archive Warnings. Summary:

Kim is an OnlyFans model. Despite taking (literal) monster dildos up his ass on the regular, he is still, technically, a virgin.

now this one is just technically (ha) less than 10k, its 9k and ongoing but goddamnit im counting it because loooOORDD. this has almost all of my favorite tropes wrapped up in 9k of excellent writing and GOD it makes me feral like actually fr feral

K's Puppy Boy by Maenecoon @maenecoon (9944 words, ongoing)

Rated E. No Archive Warnings. Summary:

To be in K’s position, to garner the attention of people who'd pay to see him do more and go further into the depths of depravity. To feel wanted and needed and pleasured all while earning a bit of pocket money. It sounds like a dream. And so Chay's here now, attempting a stream of his own. ー Or, Chay stumbles upon the prettiest camboy. Things go downhill from there.

OK THIS ONES ALSO JUST BARELY 10K BUT LISTEN. holy F LISTEN TO ME. go read this right now. this shit has me blushing and kicking my feet and chewing my arm off and SCREAMING OUT LOUD IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT god GOD ITS SO. ok yeah go read it.

[theemporium]

Can I request 40 and 49 in the smut list for Robin? Desperate for some good Robin smut i’ve read it all

ahh thank you for the request! sorry its short but hopefully i can write some longer smut for robin!!🖤

40. “this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you”

49. “shut up and pin me down”

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It was funny the situations that alcohol could get you into. Maybe spouting embarrassing comments in front of someone you didn’t mean to expose yourself to. Maybe doing something stupid that you’d never do whilst sober. Or maybe something as simple as being a clumsy mess that chips away at your dignity. 

Alcohol just has a funny way of putting people in situations they usually wouldn’t find themselves in. 

And for you, it happened to be underneath the girl that you had labelled your sworn enemy since the sixth grade. 

Short tempers, misunderstood pubescent girls and a cattiness that could only be understood by girls in the sixth grade fuelled what only came to be years of mutual hatred. Snappy comments, bitter remarks and harsh glares shared through classrooms and corridors over the years. 

And then came Chrissy Cunningham’s big senior year party. 

It was inevitable to bump into each other considering the whole grade had shown up, and then some more. It was stupid, honestly. A little bump of the shoulder, spiked punch spilt over a white t-shirt and a whole load of anger that needed to be fuelled into something was shared between you. 

“Fuck you, Buckley!” 

“Cry me a river, dingus!” 

You had shoved past her, returning the shove to the shoulder as you made your way towards the staircase, deciding it would be best to use the upstairs bathrooms instead of the ones being occupied by horny teens and vomiting party-goers on the ground floor. 

But Robin was two cups of cheap beer in and she wasn’t done with you yet. 

You only glared at her through the mirror as you pulled the shirt over your head with little care in the world, shoving it under the tap and spritzing the hand soap onto the fabric with little hope it would get the stain out. 

“It’s your fault, you know,” Robin muttered as she leaned against the door, watching you with her nose scrunched up. “Who even wears a white t-shirt to a party.” 

“Everyone,” you deadpanned. “Who even drinks that much when they are clearly a lightweight?” 

Her eyes narrowed on you. “I am not a lightweight.” 

“Sure, Buckley,” you retorted with a sweet smile that quickly dropped as you focused on your shirt once again. “Ugh, it’s not coming out!” 

Robin snorted. “Karma well deserved, I would say.” 

You turned on your heel. “Do you ever shut up?” 

She stood straighter. “Do you ever stop being annoying?” 

“That makes no sense.” 

“You make no sense.” 

“You are just so infuriating.” 

“You’re a pain in my ass.” 

“Just fucking kiss me already!” 

You weren’t sure if it was the buzz of the alcohol or the adrenaline pumping through you, but somehow you had made it to some random bedroom. Robin’s hands were all over you, her tongue was licking every inch of your mouth and her whole fucking being overwhelmed you. 

“You’re such a brat,” she muttered against your lips as your knees hit the back of the bed. 

“Shut up and pin me down,” you grumbled back, something quite like pride blossoming in your chest when she had done just that. 

Robin’s hands glided up your legs, making quick move of unbuttoning the jeans you were wearing and tugging them down your legs. She didn’t waste much time with your panties, they were off your body in the blink of an eye and her fingers were already gliding along your soaking lips. 

“You’re already wet,” she murmured, eyes shining with an emotion that usually infuriated you. “Someone putting you in your place get you going, sweetheart?”

You rolled your eyes. “Shut up.” 

A sharp sting rippled against your inner thigh where she smacked you. “You’re gonna regret that.” 

Because you had imagined Robin in many positions in your life, but her head between your thighs and your fingers tangled in her short hair was certainly not one of them. 

“Please, please, please,” you cried out in a babbling mess, your hips squirming up to meet her tongue and your thighs squeezing around your head. “I-I just wanna come—” 

“Do you think you deserve to come?” Robin cooed in a mocking tone, pulling her tongue away just before you could come…again. 

You whined in discomfort. “Robin—”

“So pathetic,” she muttered as her thumb feathered over your swollen clit, laughing at the way your body convulsed underneath her touch. 

“This isn’t what I had in mind when I yelled fuck you,” you breathed out, your hands reaching out to push her back between your legs but she only slapped your hands away. 

“You’ll be yelling a lot tonight,” Robin said with something quite like mischief shining in her eyes. “Like I said, you’re a brat. You just need to be put in your place.”

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[fettuccin-e]

Matt Murdock Fic Recs (Part III)

oh matty. my tortured, angsty, sexy man. why must you have a smile like pure sunshine? why must you have a fat ass? i am simply Not Normal about this man, so more fic recs!! PLEASE comment and reblog these works from these awesome writers, they so deserve it!! (also, if you are an author and would like to be removed from this list, let me know!!)

Part I and Part II of my Matt Murdock recs!

Choice and Chance and Promise by @courtforshort15

>> As much as you've tried, your feelings for Matt won't go away. No matter how must you try to ignore it, you will always love Matthew Murdock, even if he doesn't feel the same. One night, though, may change things. (mutual pining!!! happy ending!!! hooray amazing!!)

90 Days by @multiharlot

>> The day you lost Matthew Murdock was the worst you've ever experienced. The days that follow are painful, the road through your grief agonizing, but there is a light at the end of the tunnel. (i read this when i need to cry. it is so. good. HOWEVER, there is some heavy depression and darkness in here, so please stay safe!!)

Reciprocum by @murdocks-devil

>> Matthew Murdock is a giver, through and through. He never takes anything for himself, even though he desperately needs it. So, you've learned how to make sure Matt gets what he needs, without making him think that he's taking too much. (just,, taking care of matty in the sweetest, fluffiest way. so so wonderful)

Shut Up by @skeletonsslut

>> You're trying to get him to stop, trying to pry him away. But Matt's mission is to make you cum as many times as possible, and he's never been one to shy away from a challenge. (porn. pure overstimulation porn. hell yeah.)

S.M.S. by @prettyeyesnof4ce

>> There are some mornings where you wake up early, with Matt still asleep next to you, calm and warm and soft. These mornings are few and far between, so you've learned to bask in them as much as possible. (the title literally stands for sleepy morning sex. PURE SMUT and its so nice)

For as Long as You'd Let Me by @fulmis

>> Matt knows that you deserve better than him, so he keeps his distance, burying his feelings deep inside himself. He should have known that you wouldn't stay single forever, but he didn't expect the sight of you with someone else to hurt so bad. (awwwee he's so tortured and sweet,, i LOVE angst with a happy ending)

"Playing Pool" Ask by @devils-dares

>> A drabble about playing pool with Matt, Foggy, and Karen as Mrs. Murdock. Foggy insists that it's not fair that you get someone with superpowers on your team, you've never been happier. (i ADORE domestic, married!Matty. this is so fucking cute.)

Funeral Liturgy by @redahlia-writes

>> Matthew Murdock is dead, and you have to organize his funeral. But no one has found his body, and you can't help traitorous hope from creeping in, praying that he's still alive. (pain. just,, pain but its so good and ends happy so don't worry!!)

Please Don't Be Mad by @chvoswxtch

>> After Matt lies to you about being with Elektra, you think about ending things. Finally leaving. But Matt always drags you back in, for better or for worse. You're weak to him, and he to you. (UGH the smut is fucking amazing, and the angst?? game-changing. PLEASE be warned though,, the relationship in this one is slightly toxic!!)

Just The Tip, Princess by @saintmurd0ck

>> College has been getting to you both. A game of truth or dare may take the edge off, and maybe bring some feelings to light. (College matty makes me fuckin FERAL are you kidding me?? the smut is simply top tier.)

[melis-writes]

And as I'm a greedy girl, now I want some Vincent Hanna x Reader smut ! 👀👀👀No prompt idea, just write what you want with him :) But maaybe some pregnant sex with that reader from previous prompt, just sayin' 😉 Honestly I'm such a sucker for Vincent that I will read anything with him (As long as he is happy and content ofc) Thank you!

Vincent Hanna, my beloved!! 🥺❤️ Ugh I love writing prompts like this for him where he’s actually appreciated, loved and respected. Continuing off with my previous prompt where he and the reader are expecting and starting a family together, we have some requested, soft pregnancy sex. 🥵🥵

With your arms wrapped around your husband’s back, you dig your nails into his skin as whimpers continue to spill out of your mouth with one deep thrust after another.

Vincent’s gazes down at you underneath him with lust filled eyes, caressing your supple skin and roaming his hands up your thighs around his waist.

“You’re perfect,” Vincent murmurs against your lips, bucking his hips towards yours. “Absolutely perfect, baby…”

“Mmm..!” You arch your back a little, beginning to feel your thighs quiver around Vincent. “More, like that, please. Yes… Yes…”

Vincent’s lips crush over yours in a wet, greedy kiss as his hips continue colliding over yours.

Back and forth Vincent thrusts into you in a slow pace to feel every inch of his cock coming in and out of you.

You moan back in Vincent’s mouth, letting a hand roam up to his messy ruffled hair—tugging and pulling gently.

As Vincent slowly breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against yours; his cock still buried inside of your pussy.

“Vincent,” you breathe out, running your hands down his firm arm muscles. “I-I’m close.”

Vincent tilts your chin up, leaving a trail of hot kisses around your neck before his hands grip your waist. “I can feel you, baby. Shit,” he hisses under his breath, “you know how wet you are right now?”

Blushing furiously, you let out a breathy giggle and spread your legs open as much as you can around Vincent. “Can you blame me?”

“Not at all,” Vincent chuckles, slowly trailing his hand over to your small baby bump. “All those hormones rushing through you. Our baby...”

“I want you all the time,” you whine back, feeling your clit throb and ache from pulsating arousal going through you. “Every single day—I can’t stop myself.”

“Don’t hold back,” Vincent speaks back to you in a husky tone, kissing over your baby bump. “I’m gonna make you feel so good—as much as you need to, baby. I’m yours.”

“Oh!” You cry out in pleasure, feeling Vincent picking up the pace in his thrusts. “V-Vincent!”

“As much as you want, as much as you need,” Vincent grunts, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily. “Ahhhh, yeah… You feel so fucking good, baby.” Vincent gazes back down at you with half-open eyes. “Comfortable, honey? You like that?”

“Yes, y-yes, yes,” you nod, unable to hold back your filthy moans. “J-just like that! Right there! Uhhhh, please!”

Cupping your face, Vincent seals another kiss over your lips, coaxing his tongue into your mouth for another feverish, hot kiss.

The mattress squeaks out from underneath the two of you and the headboard of the bed begins to bump against the wall behind it from Vincent’s deep thrusting pace.

Tousled blankets, wrinkled satin bedsheets and pillows messily sprawled out over the bed with one underneath you paint a picture of pure erotica in your bedroom with Vincent.

[erenspussy420]

when you brainrot about your own oc

I have this fem OC, I am writing out for Twisted Wonderland, where she is seen as a video game character in that world, which is a honest mindfuck for her.

But also me brainrotting about her this tall ass pretty lady, who smells so sweet and welcoming, who’s so unabashed in her femininity, and just a very compassionate person who belonged to a literal horror fest world.

but also here is some brainrotting nsfw parts for her and her lovers, because of course I would be the type to write the smut before the fic😩😩  . Feat: Leona, Riddle

MDNI 18+ ONLY

Sneak peak!

Victoria pressed him closer to her, hands on his back and Riddle's mouth taken by her as well. And there Riddle threw caution back into the wind and sank himself back into her. He nipped at her lower lip and she invited him, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She moaned when he sucked her tongue. 

Victoria loves this, having Riddle in her lap again as he demands her to do something about it. Having his throbbing cock in her hands, rubbing his swollen head with its own pre cum, with him begging her to keep touching him, let him cum on her hands. The tyrant queen she had always seen, was a mess in her lap. She felt her pussy throb, when he reached back with both arms locking behind her neck, arching into her hands, his hips bucked relentlessly when her hand squeezed his cock, her thumb pressing over the thumping fat vein. She let one hand go to fondle his cute balls in her hand, Riddle let out this pathetic whine as she traced over them. He bit his lip so hard not to scream he almost drew blood, she almost wanted him too, wanting to see him come undone on her lap.

“Oh, your cute cock feels so good in my hands, Riddle,” Victoria mummers to him, pressing kisses to his red cheek,”I want it so badly in me right now, but mmm, feeling it ready to cum in my hands isn’t so bad either.”

“Y-You have no shame!,” came Riddle slurred defense, funny seeing as he was the one who’s hips haven’t stopping thrusting into her hands, coating them with the precum he was gushing out.

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Victoria's hips thrusted up towards Leona’s face, her thighs trying to shut on him to keep him there, but Leona kept her spread open for him, barely straining himself as he did so. His attack on her soaked hole left her a crying mess, as Leona tongue lapped at her juices as they flowed, sucking at her pussy as he buried himself in her. The deep groan that came from him, as he further pushed her hips into the mattress, his clawed fingers dug into her plump thighs. His tongue flat licked up the strip before kissing her bead. She tasted delicious, Leona thinks as his tongue laps up the soak hole, not caring of the slick that dripped down his jaw. He made her squirt with his tongue alone, and he'll do it again keeping her slit open for him.

“O-Oh God, Leona hurry up and fuck me already,” Victoria begged, she rolled her hips up at him,” please, please I need you in me!”. She had already ripped off her lacy bra, paying much needed attention to her sensitive nipples. She kneads them, making them look more round and plump, as she swirls her hips into his mouth. Wishing it was cock plummeting into her aching cunt.

Oh, how Leona loved the way she begged for him.

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No one ever said I make good decisions. Like ugh omg go get them hun! I have no shame.

[elsalixx]

hi can you write a changbin smut 🥵🥵🥵

Juicy

warnings: loopy screws, chocking, bondage, petplay if you squint, penetration (p in v), fingering, pet names (darling, sweethart), praise

he was holding you tightly against the wall, gripping you by your neck. his grip on you was so tight u couldn’t breathe but you didn’t mind. “bin” you cry out hoping he fucks u.

he puts you down and lifts up the sheets on the bed. hidden under the sheets were loopy screws , one each on the left and right side of the bed frame, two at the bottom, and one at the top. they all had rope attached to them the one at the top had a collar attached to the rope, the ones on the right and left had handcuffs, and the ones on the bottom were just simply rope.

when you saw what he had been hiding from u, u were shocked and hoped he’d ruin you. he picked you up and tossed u onto the bed tying your ankles, handcuffing your hands, and putting the bright pink collar on your neck. he laughed as he watched as you struggle to move.

he came over to the right side of the bed and patted your head “calm down darling, once you tame yourself i will do whatever you like” you immediately calmed yourself down and waited. he walked over to the bottom of the bed and acted as if his fingers were spiders slowly crawling up your legs.

he stopped once he reached your neck. slowly he leaned in with his lips towards your neck. he sucked and sucked on your neck until hickeys were left bright red. than he worked his lips down your chest and to your pussy.

he stoped himself “ugh bin why did u stop that felt so good” one quick second after you said that he went back down and licked your pussy, you were screaming in pleasure, after such a long week of work this felt amazing. “darling don’t be scared, just because everyone else is home doesn’t mean you can’t make some fun noises. can you do that for me sweetheart?” “yyes yes i can,”

he goes back down to kissing but this time you thighs, you let out a loud moan. than he works his way back up to your clit rubbing his tongue up and down it until he feels that your pussy is ready to have his big sick in it.

after a lot of licking, moaning, and screaming he starts with his fingers going in and out in and out faster and faster each time. “ohhhhbinnnnn” you say with great pleasure.

“your doing great darling. now all i need from you are those delicious juices that u produce for me” now he feels you are ready for his dick. he puts it in going the pace he wants right away. faster and faster each time, “bin, i’m gonna cummmm”

“it’s okay darling cum all you need, i want your juices so badly” he keeps his dick inside of you as you cum. after you finish he pulls out of u and licks up all of your juices.

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[alder-saan]

20 author questions

Tagged by @yourlocaldisneyvillain, thank youuuu

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

1, lol

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

6199 words

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Carterwood

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

well...

Of scars and fresh blood, with an enormous amount of 15 kudos!!!!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

All of them. I don't like when I leave a comment and the author doesn't reply, so I reply. And that's why I have more comments than kudos.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Well... Of scars and fresh blood this is a hurt/hurt fanfiction, no comfort and major character death so. Yeah, kinda angsty?

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't have a fic with a happy ending on AO3, I do however have some fics with happy endings on Tumblr, like Hide and Need, but they aren't good at all. You can check on my profile but I hate every single fic I wrote before my Carterwood one.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope. I mean, Gwen fandom used to be the kindest fandom, everything I wrote, even trashy, was welcomed with a lot of love. After some drama™ happened, I kinda decided to go because... Ugh. I don't like drama. And now I am in a dead fandom, with 2 people and a shoelace (I am the shoelace)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I try. The kind that isn't smut but more spicy romance.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

nope, never and I usually don't like them.

11. Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

Lol, who would want to steal my fanfictions? My Gwen ones are terrible and my Carterwood one... has 15 kudos.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

well technically my first first first fanfictions were since I wrote them in French before translating them in English. Then I did translate (from English to French this time) the Path of Poisons (an abandonned multichapter Larissa/oc fic)

13. Have you ever co-writtten a fic before?

curently doing it! with the amazing @tanith-rhea, we're working on Agent Carter season 3 (the first chapter isn't finished yet so... it won't be there until a long time loool)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

????? I don't know? I changed a lot my tastes about ships since... Well I'm still young™ so I didn't spend much time in communities, and the ones I was in before were... Straight ships I don't like now. BUT there is this one ship. About a French/Belgium comic no one knows about. That is very specific to two of the books in the series. Nastasia Wardynksa and Francis Blake. Of course I had to ship them. It's a middle school ship so yeah, it's straight, but I still love it. It's one of my comfort ships and there is 0 work about it, I have a whole story about it in my head but won't write it because... why doing it?

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oh! A LOT of them. Like... prolly all of them, I don't feel like writing these days (actually I want to write but I just don't manage to do it)

16. What are your writing strengths?

idk lol

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogues? Characterisations? Descriptions?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

UGH STOP WRITING IN FRENCH PLEASE!!!! Or at least ask some French speakers because sometimes it's just... I want to cry but it's cute and it can be great but most of the time it's terrible like... "ma chérie fille" as a translation of "my darling girl"... NO. Just NO. it'd be "ma fille chérie", and NO, because it's for your literal CHILD so NO.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Warrior Cats I was 10 and I had a note book I would FILL with a fanfiction and I wanted it to be an actual book

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Of scars and fresh blood. The only acceptable one I have.

Idk who to tag so tagging anyone who wants to be.

[fanfics4all]

Valentine’s Day Requests are OPEN!!

Send requests now! PLEASE SAY WHICH LIST YOU WANT FROM AND THE NUMBER!! YOU CAN 100% MIX AND MATCH FROM LISTS!! ❤️💋 Or you can send in your own Valentine’s Day prompts! 

Fluffy Prompts:

"After that, you’re lucky I still love you.”

“I don’t even know you, why should I say yes?”

“That better not be a pity rose. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s it."

“I want to marry you.”

“I can be me around you.”

“You’re bringing out a different kind of me.”

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“Is that my shirt?”

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make everyday worth living.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“That might be the least romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” 

“I’m allergic to chocolate. And roses.” 

“So, let me get this straight. You want to hire me to be your date to a Valentine’s party?” 

“I’m spending Valentine’s Day alone. Moping and watching romantic stuff on Netflix, it’s all I need!” 

“He/She didn’t get me anything for Valentine’s Day.” 

“Ugh! Everything’s always pink and red on Valentine’s Day!” 

“He/She dumped me on Valentine’s Day!” 

“I know you don’t like chocolates so, I have enough conversation hearts to last us at least three months.” 

“If you don’t hurry up and ask him/her out, I will.” 

Soulmate Prompts: 

Each others’ first words to one another

A timer for when they shall first meet

Written on your palm is what your soulmate is thinking

Meter of how in danger your soulmate is

Get the same injuries as your soulmate does

Whatever music that is stuck in your soulmate’s head is stuck in yours too.

Write something on your own skin, appears on the other’s skin as well 

Meet soulmate in dreams every night (Can’t say your name and you see them as a shadow)

Your soulmate leaves colored footprints only visible to you

Compass that leads you to where your soulmate is.

Can’t see color until you meet your soulmate.

Can only see the color of your soulmate’s eyes.

Can only see your soulmate’s favorite color.

If you dye your hair your soulmate’s changes too. 

You and your soulmate have identical tattoos. 

You and your soulmate have each half of a tattoo. 

You only have the first letter of your soulmate’s name on your wrist. 

Your tattoo is like a mood ring, it changes color depending on the mood of your soulmate.

You and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts. (Can’t tell each other your name, where you live, ect.)

Your soulmate’s first words to you are on your arm.

It’s impossible to lie to your soulmate. 

When your soulmate cries, you cry.

When you lose something your soulmate gets it. 

The date you meet your soulmate is written on your body. 

Smut Prompts:

“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” 

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”

“You’re not going out in that outfit.”

“Don’t give me that look.” 

“You’re more than just a one night stand.” 

“Would you just shut up and kiss me already?” 

“You want me to give you your phone back? Make me.” 

“Like what you see?” 

“Try and stay quiet, understand?”

“We’re in public, you know.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to fuck you senseless right now.” 

“Stop teasing me so much…” 

“You’re in trouble now.”

“Take off your clothes.” 

“First one to make a noise loses.” 

“We can’t do that here!” 

“What did you just say to me?” 

“If you can’t sleep… then how about we have sex?”

“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.” 

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” 

“I’m not jealous! It’s just… You’re mine!” 

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard that you forgot you ever met that asshole.” 

“I love it when you moan my name.” 

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.” 

“No panties?” 

“If you want to cum, then you better start begging.” 

“Bite me.” “If you insist.” 

“I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you are.” 

“Don’t give me that look.” 

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” 

“Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” 

“Oh Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”

“There’s no way anyone is that innocent.” 

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.” 

“Want help with that?” 

“Are these handcuffs?” 

“I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked.” 

“You’re so beautiful all spread out like this…just for me.” 

“I bought some new toys, wanna try some?”

[neowinestainedress]

I would like to thank the For You tab for leading me back to your account. I don't know what happened, I know I was already following your blog before (hell I was even in the taglist for the loving him was red series) but when I came across one of your stories it showed that I wasn't following your account 😢

But anyway, going back to the main reason I am sending this ask, I just finished reading Hits Different and this stupid app keeps crashing everytime I try to reblog. So I am sending my feedback here.

I LOVE IT SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA. Seriously, why am I even writing this ask because I don't even know how to put my thoughts into words. It's so beautiful 😭 I love how every character was portrayed in the story. I love reading long-ass stories that are slow-burn, full of pining, angsty, and has a happy ending. Thank you for not disappointing me in that area and for giving them the ending they deserve. And the smut UGH SO HOT you write them so well that it's not cringy and it flows perfectly in the story. I really really really enjoyed reading this, I couldn't put my phone down until I was done with it. For me it was like reading a good romance novel where I can clearly picture whatever was happening, I can feel all the emotions they're portraying (heck I cried at their confrontation scene 😭) I seldomly read Haechan fics, but I don't regret reading this one bit, and it's up there on the list of my fave fics on this app. 🫶

I guess deep down we're just all a bit like reader who is broken and has walls built up around us, and we all need a haechan that will get under our skin and make us realize that we are all worthy of love and that while taking chances is scary, it doesn't mean we should let it stop us from pursuing things that would make us happy.

Thank you so much for this fic and please keep writing! You are amazing 🥹🫶

pls accept my love

HI! Just tumblr being tumblr lmao but I’m glad you could find me again ♡

It's so beautiful 😭 I love how every character was portrayed in the story. I love reading long-ass stories that are slow-burn, full of pining, angsty, and has a happy ending. Thank you for not disappointing me in that area and for giving them the ending they deserve. And the smut UGH SO HOT you write them so well that it's not cringy and it flows perfectly in the story. I really really really enjoyed reading this, I couldn't put my phone down until I was done with it. For me it was like reading a good romance novel where I can clearly picture whatever was happening, I can feel all the emotions they're portraying (heck I cried at their confrontation scene 😭) I seldomly read Haechan fics, but I don't regret reading this one bit, and it's up there on the list of my fave fics on this app. 🫶

I love happy endings but I confess I also love tragedy so sometimes I disappoint but this fic couldn’t end in another way, they deserve everything and more. The smut it's not cringy *takes the biggest breath of relief ever* no srsly that is my biggest fear. Every time I read my story reminds people of a novel I cry a bit, sorry. It makes me so happy to know you liked it so much, especially ‘cause you don’t read many Hyuck’s fic and mine is on the list of your faves here??? ILY 🫶🏽

I guess deep down we're just all a bit like reader who is broken and has walls built up around us, and we all need a haechan that will get under our skin and make us realize that we are all worthy of love and that while taking chances is scary, it doesn't mean we should let it stop us from pursuing things that would make us happy.

100% agree. I think she’s one of the most realistic characters I’ve ever written, even if you don’t have big traumas like her it’s still so easy to get hurt and unfortunately hard to find someone like Haechan in this fic (wikiHow: to bring a story’s character to live?)

Thank you for this ask and all the nice things you said, ily ♡♡♡ your love has been accepted 🥰🥰🥰

[fuckmymunson]

congrats on 500 🤭🤭🤭❤️❤️

🔮 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭: Send me a character + a kink, and I'll write a drabble about i

remus w a (i forgot what it’s called) kink watching sirius and his gf have 👌👈and pretending it’s him 👌👈 with her

qtweyuioueeqkdjjshjkasbhcdsaqewq, I'm...... Hi. HI. I LOVE YOU, PLEASE. Please never stop sending asks because this right here... had me... I know this isn't exactly like you asked, but I really liked this one.... i love you...

18+, smut, voyeurism, mild stalking, male masturbation, borderline Perv!Remus <3.

Remus groaned against his pillow, furiously fisting his cock around the soft fabric of your panties, that unfortunately for you, were laid on top of Sirius’ laundry basket. He needed to be quiet because he didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

It was basically listening to your restless moans and Sirius' bed shaking in the adjacent room.

He felt sick, depraved and like a total creep, but goddamned your needy whines were enough to rile him up. The way you cried for more, how you begged to cum, desperate and crying. It was all music for his ears. The soft bangs against the wall followed by a sharp slap and a moan, worked in a chain reaction, making him speed up his movements against his hard, leaking cock in a futile attempt to match Sirius’ thrusts against your wet, tight pussy.

God, he was so jealous. 

Remus wanted more, he needed more. Unlocking the drawer on his nightstand, he opened his wallet, fumbling with a few tickets, coins and pounds, until he found his hidden treasure. 

The little polaroid he accidentally stole from Sirius’ wallet was now in between his fingers, as his hand wrapped his cock again with your dirty panties, using it as a pathetic fleshlight. His eyes traced your body, and he imagined he was the one who took that pic. Your legs spread for him, your lips parted sucking his thumb, his cock buried deep into your slick cunt. His eyes drifted to the little note you left on the polaroid, with your favourite pink marker.

“Siri’s little slut.”

And Remus couldn’t help but smirk as his thumb traced the big X on your boyfriend’s nickname, which was replaced by his messy handwriting (he was jacking off while writing it<3), with his favourite, permanent, black marker.

“Rem’s little slut.”

Much better.

Your loud moan dragged his attention from the polaroid, and he recognized those sounds immediately, you were about to cum, to make a mess, a mess he wanted on his cock, on his face, on his fingers. He wanted you. Remus was about to cum too, and he arched his back and buckled his hips against his hands, the fabric of your panties starting to burn his aching cock, it was too much, it wasn’t as soft as your precious cunt would be.

“Please!” You cried, dragging the last letter, and he imagined your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “Siri p—please let me cum.” Ugh, why, why. 

“Go on, whore.” Sirius growled, and a sharp slap was followed by his words. “Make a mess on my cock, princess.” 

Remus did a number on his hand, as he coated your cute pink panties with long, thick squirts of his cum. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, he exhaled shakily, panting. His honey locks were glued to his face thanks to the thin layer of sweat that made his body glisten, in the weak light of his desk lamp. He felt so embarrassed, so dirty, but… a part of him was thrilled with this danger, this unrequired passion and lust, for you.

The next morning, Remus woke up to your voice, but this time, it was far from pleased, you sounded pissed.

“What the fuck do you mean by «I lost it», dude?” You yelled at your boyfriend. “It must be in that mess you call a room!”

“First of all, is not a mess, idiot.” Sirius snarled back. “Second, I really have no idea where it is! You know no one touches my wallet. And, did you just call me «dude»?

“Oh sure.” You scoffed, sarcastically. “It just magically disappeared! A fucking polaroid of your dick buried in me just goes missing. Sure.” 

Remus had a sleepy smile on his face, as his hand reached under his pillow, where the polaroid was. 

“Yeah, do that, take that tone!— Ouch, that hurt!” Sirius complained.

“Stop yelling! Remus is asleep, I don’t want him to wake up to this… disaster.” Remus couldn’t help but smile wider, feeling his heart swelling at your worry. 

“Yeah, must be bad to wake up to your annoying bickering.”

“You fucking piece of shit, bickering my ass!”

The fight continued, and Remus heard every argument, insult and apology.

“Hey, where are my pink panties?”

His face hurt from all the smiling.

[sohcah-toa]

just wanted to say the I love your work, but it’s made me think of just getting absolutely manhandled by childe- bratty fem reader who thinks she finally has a one up on childe bc she caught him off guard, but he quickly realized her intentions (naturally lmao). In an instant he has the reader pinned up against the wall before he makes her go absolutely dumb on his cock, tossing her around while sayin nothing but filthy things to her then finally filling her up

You really thought you could?

cw — nsfw, smut, fluff, dom!childe x bratty!fem!reader, aggressive, degradation, overstim(receiving), modern college au, dumbification, cussing, minors dni

synopsis — you and childe live in a share house, you always tease each other and fight but deep inside, you both know what you want

note — childe can do anything he wants with me, he practically owns me lmaao

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"Stop taking my things!" Childe yelled, trying to get his notebook out of your hand but you just laughed

You ran towards your room and locked it with a giggle then screamed "You can't go in now, loser!" you open the notebook and see a bunch of random things.

Surprisingly, Childe has really good writing, you never knew about that and he's really good at drawing "Wait, is this me?" you whisper to yourself.

Childe still knocking on your door, annoyed "Hey, what the hell? Open up" he hissed. You heard your other room mates.

"Ugh, you two are fighting again" Xiao said "You're gonna be late.. again" even though he was on the other side of the door, you could see his annoyed face.

You giggle looking at Childe's notes about you "Pretty funny, smart but super annoying. Why am I the only one she picks a fight with?" you laugh out loud "That Childe!"

You finally go out and return his notebook "Here" you rolled your eyes. He frowned.

"You suck" he said, grabbing his bag "Now we're going to be late, Xiao already left with Venti"

"You hid my phone last time, I was literally on the verge of crying" you groaned then continued "Just go on, I have to wake up Hu Tao, she's still sleeping"

"Oh come on" he sighed but still he sat down, a sign that he'll wait for you "Wake her up and let's go"

—

"Great, we're late" Childe slapped a notebook on your head "Good job idiot"

You look at him "Hey! I never asked you to wait for me!!" you roll your eyes again walking faster than him but he followed you immediately.

"Now we have to stay in the 'prison' after school" He rolled his eyes "I hate this school"

You just laughed "Come on, it's not prison" you both ran towards your respective classrooms.

"Not prison my ass" He sighed

—

You were going through your bag, searching for your phone "Where the hell is it?" you whisper to yourself.

The man in front of you looked back "I saw Childe take it earlier at the house"

You groaned "Ugh" you stomped your feet "Thanks for telling me Xiao"

—

It was after school and it was time to go to 'prison'. You and Childe call it that because you're always there, really it's just an empty classroom where late comers have to stay after school.

You always run away though but you don't know about Childe. Because you needed your phone you have to go there, you were annoyed while walking.

"Childe!" You called out after going inside the room, but he wasn't there "So he never goes here either"

—

You were walking home when you see your other housemate, Venti on the street "Venti, hey, you going home?"

"Not yet, I'm waiting for Xiao" he said, he was carrying food "He's at practice, want some?"

You shook your head no "Thanks but I know that's not enough for Xiao"

"Yeah I know, I only asked for formality" he said then you both laughed. You waved bye to him and walked home.

—

You open the door and see Childe watching TV while using YOUR phone "H-Hey! That's my phone!!" you immediately closed the door then ran towards him, trying to snatch your phone but he was quick to move.

"Keqing texted you saying she's going to be home late" he said, standing up so you wouldn't reach the phone.

"D-Don't look at my messages jerk!" You follow him but he was taller than you so you're having a hard time reaching your phone.

"Who's this Diluc guy? I think he likes you, look at his messages, being nice and everything, asking if you already ate, asking if you got home safely, the hell" He said, reading it, he had a very serious face for some reason.

"None of your business" you said

Childe was reading more messages when suddenly he lost his balance, falling on top of you, his face on your breasts. Some of the buttons on your uniform popped open.

You immediately blush and feel something hard on your legs "Childe!" you yelled.

He stood up immediately and covered his crotch "Uh sorry" he then sat on the sofa, covering a pillow on it, he still has your phone.

You tried to fix your uniform, he was looking at you from time to time. Your bra can be seen because of the broken buttons. He stared at your thighs, where his dick was earlier. He immediately got a hard on but you didn't realize this.

Then you thought of something genius, taking teasing to the next level. You walked towards him, he immediately said "Hey! Change your clothes" he has a blush on his face, trying to avert his gaze but he couldn't help it.

You removed the pillow above his legs then sat on top of him. He was dumbfounded, just looking at you, then you took the chance to grab your phone off his hands.

"Got it" you giggled, you felt something hard on your butt, just to annoy him one more time you tried moving, he release a slight grunt, holding on your shoulders then you stood up "See ya later ninny" you laugh, walking towards your room to change clothes.

You look at your phone and reply to Keqing. You start removing your blouse "I'll fix that later" you were pleased that you finally had the last laugh in teasing Childe, you tried thinking if it was too much then you thought it's Childe, it'll be fine. It won't be awkward.

While pondering to yourself, Childe walked inside your room while you were in the middle of changing "What the heck Childe?"

"You really thought you could win?" He smirked walking towards you, you immediately know what he was doing, he was also making fun of you, so you tried to stand your ground.

You nod "Yeah, I already did remember?" then he pinned you on the wall, both your arms stuck. You were just wearing your bra and your skirt, you had no underwear because you were about to take a bath. He can't see right?

It was dark in the room, it's pretty hard to see but you still could, you were blushing like crazy but you have to be strong, he then said "No, you didn't"

"Come on Childe, I was about to take a bath" you said, trying to shrug him off but his grip on your arms on the wall was strong. You were face to face with each other. Even though it was kind of dark, you still see his face, his eyes, mouth.

You never knew he was this handsome. Good thing it was dark or else he'd tease you about blushing so goddamn hard.

You were starting to feel hot and wet. But he still had you pinned on the wall. Then you feel something tickle on your neck, his breaths.

"You smell good already" he whispers, you bite your lower lip to not make a sound "We both know what we want y/n"

He then started kissing your neck, you feel like melting, it was so hot. You start moaning a little bit "C-Childe" your knees felt weak.

He then put his face in front of yours, your noses touching "Still think you won?" he smirked before kissing your lips softly. The kiss actually felt magical. He then let go of your arms and stopped, he was about to leave.

You pulled your skirt down a little to cover yourself, you were wet just from that. He chuckled before walking away "That's how it felt when you walked away earlier" but before he could leave, you grab his arm unconsciously.

He turned to look at you "Oh?" he was smiling. You realize what you did so immediately, you let go of his arm "I guess I was right then? We both know what we want?"

You nod slightly, covering your eyes because of embarrassment. He turned the lights on and locked the door "You sure?" he asked

You groaned "Shut up" he was teasing you again. He laughed then pushed you on the bed. You held your skirt down to cover you up, he saw this.

As soon as he crawled on top of you, he held both your hands again to restrain you. He used his knees, he rubbed it on your wet pussy.

"N-Not there" you whispered but you felt weak. Just doing these things to you, it completely turned you on.

His rubs started to go faster, he could feel that you were wet "C-Childe, n-no!"

"No? But you're so wet" he whispered, you felt his hot breath on your neck again. Being restrained just makes you want it more "You feel it?" he asked, you let your moans out.

He then used his knees to spread your legs even wider "Are you excited, little slut?" he smirked, observing your reactions "I like seeing you like this" then he chuckled "And earlier you were so confident, sitting on my lap, now you're whimpering?"

He grabbed your face and pinched your mouth a little, he then kissed you, sucking your mouth, inserting his tongue. The kiss was intense in an instant, both of you were breathing hard.

"C-Childe, put it in" You whisper, not capable of waiting any longer "Put it in" you begged, Childe just laughed.

"Woahh, relax" he said, licking your neck "We'll get there" he starts caressing your breast from above the bra, teasing you "I've always wanted to touch 'em" you start moaning, feeling real good when his fingers slide inside the cloth. His fingers rubbed your erect nipples.

He took his clothes off, all of it, he started stroking his own cock, rubbing it on your legs, his pre cum dripping. He grunted, his face on the nook of your neck so you felt warm "Shit" he started kissing you again, biting your lower lip softly, it was so sexy.

You felt like you were going to burst at the moment, you can't believe you're going to do it with Childe "Strip for me, whore" he whispered, sitting right up. You sat up too.

He was still pumping his own cock up and down while you remove your remaining clothes. He was practically drooling at the end.

He pulled your arm and then tossed you on your back, you almost fell out of the bed. The top part of your body was almost on the floor while your lower part was on the bed. Your ass was facing Childe's erect cock.

"This'll be fucking good" he said before you felt his dick go inside your hole. You quickly moaned loudly, your feet curling up because of the pleasure.

You were screaming in a matter of seconds, you didn't know he was this big "Fuck! Childe! You're so big" you groaned, your palms on the floor while Childe pound on you from behind "Faster" his hands gripping your waist.

He slapped your ass "Little bitch, begging for more?" he asked with a slight chuckle "I'll give you more" he pulled you up, tossing you on the bed, you're now facing him.

You squeal everytime he pulls and pushes you whenever he wants, you just let him "Childe!" you moaned. He inserted his cock again, you can see the bump on your stomach. He was that big.

He likes what he sees, smirking while going balls deep inside of you, his both hands on your breasts as it bounces "Fucking slut!" he slapped them causing you to shout again.

"Childe! Fuck me" you tried moving your hips at his pace, his fingers rubbing both your nipples. It was pure bliss. He was so rough, you were begging for more "Faster, deeper! P-Please!" He kissed you and then your breasts. Sucking on it like a hungry baby "That feels so good" you moaned. Your eyes were closed, your hands roaming everywhere on his body. You were both sweating hard "Shit Childe, it's so good"

He was busy sucking your breasts and thrusting to even speak, all you can hear from him was his moans and grunts. Not a moment later, he grabbed both your legs and placed it on his shoulders "Cum for me slut" he said, thrusting his cock even deeper than before.

You cry out "H-Holy shit!" you held his muscular arms, screaming "I-I-I'm cumming! Don't stop!"

Then someone knocked on the door "Hey, y/n, you there? Xiao and I bought dinner for everybody" someone asked, it was Venti. Childe didn't stop from moving but you covered your mouth to stop yourself from moaning.

Childe saw that you were struggling to keep the moans in, so he started to rub your clit. Your eyes widen, you whispered "What are you doing?"

"Pleasuring my slut of course" He smirked, he thrusts became even faster. With him rubbing your clit in circles, you couldn't help but moan out loud.

"Are you alright in there?" Venti asked, knocking "Are you hurt?" you didn't wanna leave him hanging so you answered.

"I-I'm fine!" you yell, your eyes rolling upwards from all the pleasure "I-I-I-I'll be right ou- ngh"

Before you could answer, Childe kissed you, both your tongues dancing with each other. You held his head tightly, rubbing his hair, pulling him deeper. Your legs wrap around his waist, you tried humping along with him.

"Childe's shoes are here, but he isn't in his room. Just tell him when you see him" Venti said before leaving.

Childe licked your neck, leaving marks "They'll know now" he smirked "F-fuck, I'm cumming"

"D-Don't stop please" you begged and he didn't stop, he kept thrusting, even though he was feeling tired "I-I'm so close!" you moaned. Your whole body shivered, you screamed as you released everything.

Childe's dick was white from your cum but he kept going, moaning "Y/n!! Shit shit, I'm cumming!" he said, he kept thrusting before stopping and shouting "Fuck, wh-ore" you felt something warm inside you, he just filled you up.

He plopped on the bed beside you, breathing heavily "That was so fucking good"

You were panting "That was wild"

"Don't text Diluc anymore" he said, finally catching his breath

You nod "I won't"

"We're going to eat dinner then it's round 2 baby" he kissed your forehead before getting dressed "I'll go out first, we're doing it in my room later"

You rubbed your neck, it was full of hickeys, you have no idea how you're going to cover it!

—

You and Childe sat beside each other at dinner.

"Are you feeling cold y/n?" Hu Tao asked, she just got home

Venti laughed "This is the first time I saw you wear a turtleneck"

Childe laughed along with them "Yeah, it's almost as if you're hiding something"

You kick him from under the table, but once again he beat you by placing his hand above your thighs and then rubbing it. You look at him in surprise and he just smirked.

He's always going to be one step ahead of you but it's all good because you actually like it.

End

[poohbea]

Hi Pooh, hope your having a good day or night. I have another request, I'm sorry blame my mind for having a lot of ideas for a lot of characters. Anyways can you do an Incubus Draken being accidently summands by a chubby witch reader who has recently gotten both nipples pierced and also clit pierced as well. All of the piercings are healed but due to having said piercing, she is very sensitive and always horny. 😁

HER SOUL BEGS FOR ME

art credit

wordcount: 3k

content: incubus!draken, chubby novice witch!reader, demon summoning, isabella piercing, nipple piercings, draken's skin is purple (he's a demon sue me), black haired draken, he uses his tail as a restraint, wings, swearing, pet names (pretty and sweetheart), unprotected sex (use protection kids), fingering, biting, marking, praise, possessiveness, reader gets branded (you'll see)

— synopsis: as a novice witch you need to prove yourself to the coven in order to gain your full powers. however, your latest assignment is proving rather troublesome.

note from pooh: when i tell you i was so excited to make this omfg sha sha you're a genuis. you made me search up demon summoning rituals and i swear i heard God crying for me 😂😂. you always give me fic worthy reqs and as you can see by the wordcount it basically is one (it's a baby fic aw) but pls don't be shy i love to see you in my inbox with a new req, i want all your ideas!! also there will be a part 2!! my beta reader gave me an amazing idea for the next shenanigan incubus draken is gonna take reader on, ugh i'm so excited.

WARNING: this is smut, so please ensure you have your age visible on your account before interacting. Minors (below 18+), ageless and blank blogs will be BLOCKED

Hope you enjoy ♡ reblogs are greatly appreciated

“Okay, salt circle. Check. Six Candles. Check. Matches.” You pick up the small rectangular box and open it to check the contents. “Check. And offering…” Continuing to read from the spell book you dip your finger into the chocolaty filling of your sliced praline tart. Moaning happily at the sweetness on your tongue. “Check.”

You stood over your handy work proudly, watching the candles flicker softly in the darkness of your basement, breathing life into your summoning circle. Demon summoning was new to you as a novice witch, but it was a practice you’d need to master in order to ascend the ranks of your coven. It didn’t seem that hard, afterall you were able to get everything you needed from the grocery store. So it had to be simple, right?

Picking up the plate with a slice of your offering, you stepped over the sealed salt circle carefully, placing it beside the sixth candle at the centre of your chalked out inverted pentagram. It smelt faintly of lavender as you stepped back out.

“Alright and now for the chant.” You raise the book to read the innominate phrase and the rest of the instructions aloud, stopping at a sentence in bold red writing. “If there is a demon in particular you’d like to summon, envision them, their personality, etcetera. Your thoughts have a big influence on the type of demon that will enter your circle. Hmm, sounds simple enough.” For now you were aiming for a small sized demon. A child maybe, with wings and cute little horns. Ugh it would be so cute and easy to handle. Plus what child doesn’t like chocolate? 

Clearing your throat you begin. “Saecula saeculorum, come forth, come forth.” You repeated the phrase over and over to no avail. “Come on…” Another six times and nothing. On the verge of giving up you turn and take a bite out of the leftover tart sitting on the table with your other assortment of spell ingredients. “Dammit.” Growing bored and tiresome, your mind wanders to anything of entertainment, the first one being. 

“I wonder if I charged my vibrator…” Because you were sure going to need it to drown out the sinking feeling of your failure. “No, no, I can do this!” You huff, swallowing the dessert and moving back in front of the circle. With new found confidence you chant. “Saecula saeculorum, come forth, come forth!” A gust of wind tornados through the room, the chalked lines of the pentagram sparking into a tunnel of purple and red light. 

Low moans and high pitched screams sound from beyond the rosy specked lilac veil, a white circle forming in the centre of the pentagram. The tart and sixth candle are engulfed in a pool of light that forces you to shield your eyes. Wind howled through the confined space, picking up stray papers strewn across the table behind you. Your dress followed, the skirt lifting and fluttering around you. 

Then with the echo of a deep maniacal laugh, the wind ceased, the light faded and the scent of lavender dispersed. There was silence, then the smack of lips. 

“Well, what do we have here?” A haughty voice chimes. As you bring your hand away from your face, your heart nearly sinks to your feet. 

This was no small, child-like demon. In the circle sat a tall creature with male human-like features, its skin a deep shade of aubergine decorated in inky markings you couldn’t quite make out. Black bat-like wings tucked behind its lean body, eye’s gold and searing holes into your skull. He runs a clawed hand through midnight locks, revealing pointed heavily pierced ears. 

“W-Who are you?” You stutter, setting your spell book down on the table at the side of the room. “Why are you here?” 

“Really?” He scoffs. “You’re the one who called me.” He takes another bite from the tart slice you were only now just noticing between his dagger-like fingertips.

“No, I called a smaller demon. A child.” He laughs at your denial, licking chocolate from his  fingers. 

“Mm, from what I recall you weren’t thinking of a child, sweetheart.” His eyes shine brighter at the thought, the devious hues raking you up and down shamelessly. 

“But I was… oh fuck!” The vibrator. That was the last thing on your mind before you recited the chant. Shit, so what the hell had you summoned then? “What type of demon are you? I’ve never seen your kind before.”

He huffed a laugh, half smirking as he finished his dessert. “You’ve never seen an incubus before? Are you witches getting dumber by the century or is it just me?” 

“Don’t talk about us like that! Some of us are still learning.” The pout on your face only egged him on, his smirk growing at your poorly executed assertive facade. 

“And I suppose you’re one of them?” He gets to his feet, stretching his tattooed arms overhead, wings flexing simultaneously. 

“Look, this was a mistake. Let me just send you back and I’ll try this again another day.” You sigh, going to fetch your spellbook. 

“Oh, I don’t think so, pretty.” The growl makes your skin tingle, hairs on the back of your neck standing on end. 

You put your hand on the book, turning to face him with a faux look of courage. “And why the hell not?” 

In a flash he’s in front of you, a gasp escaping your lips as he towered over your small frame. “Because you forgot to close the salt circle.” His fangs shone under the dim light of the remaining candles strewn across your basement floor. His sinful smirk made you feel that much smaller, clutching onto your book for safety seeming futile as he closed the space between you. 

“Please, Mister Incubus, sir-“ 

“Draken.” He corrects.

“What?” 

His head tilts teasingly. “The name’s Draken, sweetheart. Remember it, because you’re gonna need it in a minute.” 

He lowers his head to the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. “Mm.” Moaning softly he lets his inhumanly long tongue path its ways up your jaw, flicking at your earlobe. “You smell that?“ 

“W-What?” 

A hand snakes around your waist, pressing your chest against his. “That’s the smell of, sweet,” his other hand plays with the hem of your dress, fingertips grazing along your inner thigh. “Delicious,” he notices the way your breathing changes, how your nipples rub against him, hard and peaking through the thin material. No bra? Hm, this was going to be fun. “Undeniable lust.” He whispers the last words in your ear and revels in the whimper you let out. 

So sensitive already and he hasn’t even touched you. Well, not where he could most definitely sense you needed it. 

“I don’t-“ 

“You’re frustrated, mm, I can smell it on you. So much pent up frustration. Poor baby.” He chuckles darkly, grazing a talon along the seam of your underwear. “So you summoned a sex demon of all things, are you really that desperate?” 

Your mind was beginning to fog, thoughts and words jumbling into one. You wanted to deny it, all of it. You never intended this to be the outcome. No, you just wanted to practice. But you’d be lying if you told him he wasn’t speaking the truth. 

“No- I- I just wanted-“ 

His lips ghost over yours, nose brushing your own. “You wanted me. I heard you, your soul. Oh, the way it begged for me.” 

“That’s not true…” 

“Isn’t it?” Your heart beats in your throat as his eyes pierce yours, flaming gold. “Why are you horny then?” 

“I’m not!” Denial was the only way you could go, all other forms of logic thrown out the window the moment he stepped from that summoning circle. 

“So why’s your heart beating so fast?” He raises a brow, fingers getting dangerously close to your clit.

“Because I’m afraid?” 

“Mm, but that’s not the only reason now is it?” You were breathing each other, air exchanging on every inhale and exhale. He smelt like a crackling fire, deep and earthy like the depths of hell he came from, but underneath that was a faint scent of lavender.

“No.” Honestly you weren’t sure if you were denying him or answering his question. He was too close, touching you like he knew your body inside out. Heat radiating from his skin as he held you close. You swore you were going insane. 

“Tell me. What is it you want, princess?” His hand at your waist wraps itself tamely around your throat, forcing you to look him in the eye. “Tell me your deepest, darkest desires.” 

“I-I need you.” You relent, air being sucked from your lungs as you speak.

“Where?” 

He growls as you take hold of his wrist, pressing his free hand flush against your clothed core. “P-Please.” 

“How can I refuse such a polite request?” His hands find purchase on the back of your thighs, talons tickling the skin. “Jump.”

You comply without question, gasping when your back hits the table suddenly, the clatter of vials and books sounding soon after. Your feeble mortal mind failed to recognise just how fast he was, even in his arms it felt like a blink. 

He laughs deeply when you shy away, hiding in your hands. It was unnerving how he ate you up with his eyes, taking in the supple curves of your body. You were a perfect canvas, so easy to mould, to shape into the perfect vessel. 

“Mm mm,” He tsks, taking both your hands in his. You notice a black wisp in the corner of your eye. It was a long and whip-like appendage, smooth and sleek as it wraps around your wrists. It’s only when he uses it to pin your hands above your head, do you realise it’s his tail. “Let’s keep those out of the way.” Gripping the neckline of your dress he splits it down the middle effortlessly, the fabric ruffling beneath you. 

“Draken.” You whine, nipples hard in the cool air, exposed and sensitive. 

“Nipple piercings? My, my, this just keeps getting better and better.” His long tongue trails from the curve of your plush stomach to the valley of your breasts, his eyes never wavering as he holds your gaze. Dipping his head he envelops a perky bud, tongue swirling and hot against you. 

His presence only intensified the sensitivity sparking across your skin, like fuel to a fire as he ran rampant over your body. “Fuck.” Your hiccuped moan makes him nip at your skin, drawing more of the sounds he craved from your lips. 

So caught up in his mouth you don’t notice his claws retract at your thighs, pads of his fingers collecting the wetness that’s already soaking through the cotton of your underwear. He wasn’t surprised, you reeked of desperate arousal. Months of desire and salacity he was more than happy to feed on. 

Your back arches as he dips two fingers inside your divine fountain of lust, slick aiding his journey deep within. As he’s about to lay his thumb on your clit he stops, feeling the metal bulbs prod at his fingertips. “Oh, now you’re just doing it on purpose.” 

“I’m s-sorry- ah!” He chuckles as he softly pinches the bud between his fingertips, swallowing your whimper with the dip of his tongue between your lips. 

“So sensitive.” His growl sends a spark up your spine, thighs trembling at the heavy blanket of carnality threatening to suffocate you.

He’d reduced you to an empty-minded gasping mess, nails digging into your palms as he played. He was familiarising himself with you, all of you, your sounds, your expressions, the way you’d squeeze around him with each slight prod of his index and middle finger. Just how much you could take before you failed to kiss him back? Before your mind went blank, only to be filled with the haze of pleasure?

“D-Draken!” You gasped, chest heaving as his teeth captured your bottom lip. “‘Ken, please more!” 

Your greed was filling, the flavour sweet and intoxicating as it flooded his senses. Emotions, although invisible to mortals, were very much palpable to demons. It was easy to breathe it in, to lap it off the surface of your lips - of your skin. To let it flow through his body like a drug administered by a syringe. 

“That's it, pretty. Give into sin.” His breath puffs against your cheek, your own doing the same to his. “Let it take you.” He senses the knot tangled in the pit of your stomach, fingers pulling it tighter as they pulse against your g-spot.

“I-I… fuck I-I can’t, please, ‘Ken!” Your hips rocked in time with his movements, your body showing him exactly how to please you. 

“Yes you can, sweetheart.” His mouth lowers to your ear, his own keen to the sounds escaping your lips. “Give in to me.” 

There was still a part of you that held back, a sliver of resistance that prevented him from taking hold fully. Reluctance he’d be sure to indulge in when he finally snuffed it out once and for all.

You grew incoherent as he pushed you further, fingertips encompassing your clit mercilessly, piercing rolling between them. His patience was wearing thin the longer this took, the knot he so effortlessly entwined stagnant with no signs of unravelling. You were a strong one, he’ll give you that. He liked a challenge, it just made it all the more satisfying to see you break. 

His movements halt, snapping you out of your euphoric state almost instantaneously. You watched him through your lashes, his tail flicking at his side as it unbinds your wrists. He looks at you with steely determination, golden eyes burning into your own. His breath brushes your lips, head tilting as he examines you silently, wading through the darkest depths of your mind. 

It was interesting what you could read through the eyes, they were the windows to the soul after all. And your soul… your soul craved him. “Tell me.” He whispers to it, watching it flicker like a flame in the breeze. His hands settle in the crease of your thighs, teasing and eager. 

“Fuck me, please.” An abrupt breeze hums past your ear before the coolness of the concrete floor greets your skin. He lays you within the broken summoning circle, hips settling into yours as he hovers over you, wings resting around you both in a loose makeshift cocoon. 

“Say it again.” He breathes, tail wrapping itself around your ankle, bulge already nudging at your puffy clit.

“Fuck-” The sudden tap of his cock against your entrance elicits a gasp from your lips, your thighs instinctively closing around his waist. 

His tail pries you open again, running his tip through the glossy arousal pooled between your folds. “Speak, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck me… please.” His eyes shimmer as you exchange a breath, the candied zest of your desire melting on his tongue. 

Without another word he’s delving into the heat of your cunt, moaning as your velvety walls embraced him. His hands beside your head claw at the concrete beneath, abdomen flexing as he began a languid pace.

Ripples flutter across your skin with each thrust, your weak cries echoing through the basement as your nails dug into his lower back. “Draken!” His name was the only thing on your tongue, mind blank and teeth trapping your bottom lip harshly. 

The knot was bound again, tighter than ever as you squeezed him at every inch. He drank up every delicious twine of emotion that permeated from your flushed skin. Your divine in every way, the meal he’d been craving for the last two hundred years he spent rotting in hell. He wouldn’t go back, he couldn’t, not if this was what awaited him on earth. 

“You are mine and I am yours.” He growls into your neck, pace hastening. 

“I-I…” He needed to hear it fall from your lips, to declare to all those residing in hell that this soul was his and his alone. 

“Say it.” His teeth sink into the flesh of your neck, possessiveness overshadowing any form of control he had left. “Tell me who you belong to?”

“You, Draken.” You whine, his chest pressing against yours as he drives himself deeper, harder, faster. 

“And who do I belong to?”

Your hand tangles in his hair, the other clawing deep into his back. “Me. You are mine and I am yours.” With those final words you felt a searing pain just below your sternum, a hiss bleeding through gritted teeth as heat flooded your chest. “Fuck, what’s happening?” 

He ignores your question, fingers finding the perk bud of your clit, encircling it as he drives you to the edge. He tugs on the knot, harder and harder till he feels it snap and you’re unravelling in a tense shivering mess beneath him. A growl escapes him as you bite into his shoulder, legs wrapping around his waist forcing him to suffer the unforgiving wrath of your tight cunt. He submits to her willingly, offering his seed in silken ropes, his balls tightening with each throb of his cock. 

Heavy breaths were exchanged in each other’s necks, bodies hot and veiled in sweat that glistened in the candlelight. The heat in your chest dissipates as quickly as your initial orgasm does, the aftershocks making your legs jerk as Draken continues to play with your clit, relishing in the whines and cries of overstimulation that fall from your lips.

“I could get used to this for a century.” He mutters against your skin, inhaling the perfume he only now knew you were wearing, 

“What do you mean for a century?” You chuckle, mindlessly playing with his hair. “You can’t stay here, I told you I summoned you by accident.”

“Well you should’ve thought of that before making a pact with a demon, sweetheart.” You can hear the amusement in his voice as his fangs nip at your ear. 

“What? When did I…” He lifts himself onto his palms opening a space between your chests. One big enough for you to see the large black symbol tattooed into your skin just below your sternum. “Fuck! No, not again!”

Draken laughs deeply, brushing his nose against yours. “You are mine and I am yours, pretty. Till your death do us part.”

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