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Mutt!Simon x Purebred!Reader

No warnings, just fluff honestly!

OVERPROTECTIVE MUTT!SIMON WHEN PUREBRED!READER IS PREGNANT

It started the moment he caught the scent—his scent, tangled with yours, underlaid with something new. Soft. Subtle. Life.

You were pregnant.

From that second on, Simon Riley, mutt or not, transformed into your living, breathing shadow. Forget going anywhere alone. You so much as looked at the front door and he was up, ears twitching, a low growl curling in his throat like a warning to the world: Don’t even think about it.

He didn’t care how independent you were before—now? Now, you were carrying his pups. And that made you the most precious thing in the damn world.

“I can walk,” you huffed one morning.

Simon just narrowed his eyes and barked over his shoulder, “Johnny! Price! Get in here. She’s trying to escape.”

“Escape?” you echoed, deadpan.

The poor guys. They were soldiers, warriors—and now? Now they were your unofficial bodyguards-slash-personal-chairs. If you had to move from the couch to the kitchen, Simon made sure someone carried you. Even when your belly was barely showing.

“Told you, mutt’s gone full feral,” Soap muttered, grunting as he lifted you under your arms.

“Say that again,” Simon growled from his post at the door, “and I’ll bite.”

Despite the over-the-top protectiveness, Simon wasn’t rough with you. Not anymore. Not when your scent had shifted. Now, his hands—once harsh and demanding—were impossibly gentle. Calloused fingers gliding over your stomach like you’d shatter if he pressed too hard.

But his protectiveness didn’t stop there.

Grooming. Constantly.

It didn’t matter if you’d just bathed—if another hybrid so much as glanced at you, Simon was instantly by your side, tongue flicking behind your ear, teeth teasing your throat, arms coiled tight around your belly.

“You’re mine,” he reminded with every nuzzle, every lick, every press of his muzzle to your soft skin. “They need to know that.”

And heaven help any poor fool who didn’t get the message.

Even with all his gruffness, there was a tenderness brewing beneath the surface. Late at night, when he thought you were asleep, he whispered to your bump. Apologies. Promises. Words filled with weight.

“I’ll protect you. I’ll be better than he was. You’ll never know fear. Not with me here. I swear it.”

Because Simon Riley—the mutt everyone underestimated—was going to be a good father.

A real one.

Not perfect. Not clean-blooded.

But fierce, loyal, and already so in love with both of you that it hurt.

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This was super cuteeee

The Alchemy | D.M.

summary: Although Draco promised that he would keep your relationship a secret just for you, he can’t contain himself after winning the Hogwarts quidditch cup.

pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader

includes: FLUFF, established relationship (and a last name of Evergreen for the reader)

a/n: inspired by the olympics recently ❤️

When Draco asked you out in fourth year, you thought it was a joke. Sure, you were both acquainted due to your pure wizardry bloodline, but you were in Hufflepuff. The only time the other houses thought you were useful was when they wanted to sneak into the kitchen. So when he came up and sat down beside you when you were studying potions, you were disheartened.

“Malfoy, please don’t do this.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You were just starting to understand what ingredients made a truth serum.

“Do what? I’m asking you if you want to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend.” He spun the Malfoy signet ring adorning his hand.

You look up at him with tired eyes, “Did someone put you up to this?”

“What? No no, I—“ He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks warm at how you were able to fluster him with even a small glance. “I’m really asking you to go on a date with me.”

You search his face for any indication of a lie, before biting your lip softly and looking down at your parchment. “Are you really?”

“I am.” Draco dropped his hand onto yours to stop your fidgeting with the quill.

You felt your own face heat up at the notion. He thumbed your palm softly as you stayed quiet, not minding his closeness. Finally, you looked up at him, “You have yourself a date, Malfoy.” He sent you a soft smile but before he could say anything else, you interrupted. “Please don’t let me down.”

Draco never let you down. Despite your earlier doubts, you saw how kind and thoughtful the Malfoy heir was underneath his hardened shell his father had built around him. In private, he was always attentive, loving, clingy ��� there wasn’t a moment where he was separated from you. In public, he had to rein in those feelings just for you.

Even when you started your seventh year at Hogwarts, you were still terrified what others at school would say about a Hufflepuff dating the Slytherin Prince. Sure, his parents and your parents knew, but not the entirety of Hogwarts. You had asked Draco to keep your relationship private until you were ready to face the reality of your relationship to the rest of the world. He begrudgingly agreed, respecting your wishes; but the need to kiss you in front of the entire student body to rightly claim that you were his was wavering.

Especially when it had been three years since you first started dating. And right now, you were currently hiding below the stands together as you greeted him with good luck kisses for his final quidditch match as a student in Hogwarts.

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. You say softly as he holds you close by your hips — smiling into all your kisses. “Good.” Kiss. “Luck.” Kiss.

“You’re killing me here, love.” Draco murmurs against your lips. He pulls away gently to look at your ever so loving gaze. He draws small hearts on you hip, “You done?”

“Never.” You kiss him again, hands cupping his jaw. “I want you to be stuck with me forever.”

He hums into the kiss as you thumb his cheeks softly, “I will after I win this game, my love.”

You separate again, grinning like a lovesick puppy. “Good luck, Dray. I’ll see you later.” You press one last kiss to his lips before leaving his arms and running up the Hufflepuff stands to cheer. You couldn’t deny that even after all these years he still made you giddy and red.

Draco shook his head with a soft smile only you could coax out of him. He walked out from the stands and hopped on his broom, ready in the air for his final match as Slytherin’s seeker. Cheers filled the stadium as the players took their place, captains shaking hands.

The final match for Slytherin and Gryffindor was probably the most anticipated all year round. Since it was also Harry Potter’s last game as seeker, and the two seekers were known as rivals, it was hyped up to be one of the best end matches of the season.

As the game progressed, Slytherin and Gryffindor were constantly tied. It was really up to the seekers to find the golden snitch to determine the winner. There were bets taking place in the house stands, mind fixated on earning a few galleons for the last time. For the Hufflepuff stands, they were a house divided. Many cheered for scarlet and gold while the other half cheered for green and silver.

You didn’t mind the division between your house. After all, you only watched the games for Draco. Your friends were cheering for the Gryffindors whilst you carried the small Slytherin flag in your hands — eyes trained on the blonde high above the game itself. The second you blinked from the blazing sun, Draco was soaring after the golden snitch, Harry close behind and eventually flying right next to him.

The shouts from the stands only fueled the seekers’ attention to the flying gold. Draco and Harry were chasing in circles after the snitch, attention focused on nothing else even as the bludger zoomed past them.

You held your breath as they both reach out for the snitch. Your friend held your shoulder in anticipation, watching the two closely. Before you could register what happened, she gasped and shook your shoulders in frustration.

“I lost ten galleons to that!” She sighed heavily as Draco flashed the golden snitch in the air.

The rush of the win made you scream happily with the other Hufflepuffs and houses cheering for the Slytherin team. You wear clapping your hands as the team began flying around in victory. You watched as Draco flew around the stands more as the rest of the Slytherin team settled on the grounds. His eyes scanned the stadium until they lit up when they saw you at the very front of the Hufflepuff stands — waving your Slytherin flag with pride.

“Seems like Malfoy is off showing the last snitch he’ll catch for the Slytherin quidditch team! But we all want to know where the trophy is!” The third year announcer spoke, voice casted across the stadium.

You smiled at Draco softly when you finally met his eyes. And before you knew it, he flew right over to you and cupped your face, kissing you senselessly. You grinned into the kiss as you held his cheeks, the shouts and screams from your housemates blending in your ears.

“Aw, quite a beautiful way to celebrate the win. Don’t you think so, McGonagall? Honestly, I wasn’t expecting Malfoy and Evergreen— Ow, sorry.” The third year announcer spoke once more, rubbing the spot the professor lightly hit them with a newspaper.

You part from Draco with a blinding smile, “I think I agree, this is a beautiful way to celebrate.” You say quietly only for him to hear, pressing quick kisses to his lips.

“I’m proud of you, love.” Draco nudges your nose with his to gently stop your kisses for a second — even though he did want more.

“Me? You just won the quidditch cup for your house!” You laugh while wrapping your arms behind his neck, careful in trying not to pull him off his broom.

He rubbed the apples of your cheeks, “You just let me kiss you in front of the entire student body… I think that’s more important.” He pulled you in for another mind searing kiss, making you smile helplessly.

“AGAIN?” The third year announcer shouted into the microphone once more. “Is there—“

“Alright, we’re done announcing, boys and girls.” Professor McGonagall spoke and shut the speakers off; although she was quite happy for the couple.

You giggled as he pulled you into a hug. “I love you.”

Draco pressed kisses to your cheek repeatedly, “I love you more.”

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I loved when he said “Easy Igris.” Like basically letting him know you fuck her up imma fuck you up!

The Day I Found Out That Igris Has a Knot 

igris x reader x jinwoo 

🔞mdni🔞

Warnings: nsfw, smut, expletives, voyeurism, lots of cum, orgasms, creampie, knotting, non-human biology (he’s a shadow sooo), dub-con but don’t worry we want this bad, facial, masturbation, rut cycle, breeding kink, again I sincerely hope this doesn’t classify as necrophilia, anyways—fingering, first persons pov, again look at this tiktok fuck 

A/n: this is the second part to this fic, but it can be read as a stand alone too. I was ovulating while writing this (as per usual) forgive me for the filth.

I hurry down the stairs and steal a quick glance at my watch. I’m late. I’ve never been late to a session. But after what transpired last week, I think I can cut myself some slack. 

How will I ever face the two of them again? 

My feet drive myself forward as I clutch my tablet close to me, being careful not to drop it. My heart is pounding in my chest again, just like it normally does when I know I’ll be seeing him. But this time, it’s different. Because this time, I have no idea what to expect. 

When I get to the reinforced, steel door, I hesitate. I eye the keypad, particularly the faded numbers of the code I’ve punched in so many times. I’m nervous. Terrified, honestly. I haven’t looked him in the eye since he—I clear my throat. I won’t think about that. It’s a miracle that Jin-woo hasn’t made any comments about it this past week. 

It’s eerily quiet. 

My hand trembles as it approaches the keypad, and my cold fingers skate over the rubber buttons. I swallow, hard. At this point, all I can hear and feel is my fucking heartbeat. My watch vibrates and I jump out of my skin. It’s notifying me that the session is almost over. Adrenaline surges through me and my fingers punch in the code—5713. 

Beep.

The door unlocks and I grab the handle and pull. In my direct line of sight is the table. That table. The one he bent me over and had his way with me on. The leg still looks wonky, it needs to be fixed. I can’t tell if that was Jin-woo’s doing or his. My cheeks heat up and I force myself to look away. 

Big mistake. 

I look through the thick glass, straight into the eyes of Jin-woo. They’re unreadable. I can’t figure out what he might be thinking now, but based on his posture, the way he’s standing—breathing—the sparring session is over. Beside Jinwoo, stands…him. 

Igris. 

A few feet taller, as still as a statue, sword sheathed on his back. Yeah, the sparring match is definitely over. And now, he’s looking at me too. Suddenly, I can’t breathe. They’re both watching me in silence. Eyes trained on me, even though they technically shouldn’t even be able to see me through this glass. It’s one-sided glass. And that alone makes it even more intimidating. 

Even more intense. 

I feel like I’ve interrupted something I shouldn’t have. Like I just walked into a wolf’s den wearing sheep skin. Like…I’m their prey. And then they look away. Like they didn’t just overpower me with their gaze alone. Jinwoo turns his back to me, but Igris is still facing me. Jinwoo’s speaking to him, and Igris is quietly bowing his head. 

What is he saying? 

I can’t see Jinwoo’s face and it’s making my anxiety peak. Is that why he turned away? So I can’t see what he’s saying? Igris won’t show me his face either, it’s tilted down, showing his compliance to his king. This feels awfully familiar, this exact situation. This feeling. The feeling of anticipation. It’s buzzing inside me, around me, like electricity radiating from me. 

Then Igris looks directly at me. Even if I can’t see it, I know it—I feel it. His eyes are unapologetically piercing into me and my core spasms with want. It’s ridiculous how he can do this to me with just a glance—shameful, rather. And then Jin-woo just barely looks over his shoulder at me, and a subtle smirk tugs at his lips.

Oh, fuck. 

I’m in trouble. I must be. It feels that way, at least. Jinwoo lays a heavy hand on Igris’s shoulder, his head still turned just enough for me to see his lips. Igris takes a knee before him, and I zero in on Jinwoo’s lips, staring intently.

My gaze locked. He lets out a breath that I swear I can hear—it’s hot and heavy. His lips part even more, and I make sure not to look away. He’s about to say something, and I have a funny feeling he wants me to see what it is. 

“We’ve been waiting for you.” 

My tablet slips from my clutch, hitting the floor with a painful crunch. Surely it’s shattered. But I can’t bring myself to care. Did I…Did I read his lips right? Is that what he said? 

To me?

“That was expensive, darling.” Jinwoo husks beside me. I didn’t even notice that he’d vanished from right in front of me. Igris, too. His voice is low and rough. Dark. His lips are next to my ear, so close they’re grazing against it. “Not to worry, I’ll buy you a new one.” 

I turn and crane my neck to look up at him. Then I feel cold metal brush against my shoulder on my other side. Immediately, my head whips around and Igris is next to me, peering down at me, and he feels…tense. I’m being cornered—boxed in—by them both. My chest tightens and I glance down at my feet, my tablet is shattered. Fuck. I keep my gaze here. 

I can’t look either of them in the eye. 

“I thought you weren’t going to show.” Jinwoo takes a step closer, his aura suffocating me. “I won’t lie. I was getting a little worried.” 

“W-Worried?” My voice shakes, and my face is hot. “Why?”

Jinwoo chuckles, and I hear the quiet click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. 

“Because Igris needs you, sweetheart.” Jinwoo whispers in my ear like it’s a secret. 

My breath stutters and my stomach drops. Igris…needs me? What for? I want to ask, but I can’t. I can’t find my voice. I can’t look directly at him. Igris rumbles a deep growl, and a shiver bursts down my spine, making me shudder. Jinwoo chuckles softly.  

“Isn’t that right, big boy?” Jinwoo smirks, looking over at Igris, who’s visibly more…alive. 

I peek up, and Igris slowly tilts his head, looking me over, breathing—hard. His shoulders rise and fall, a light, hot mist expelling from the cracks in his metal helmet. He’s got color too, like last time. He’s a deep, crimson red, yet still, he flickers like a roaring flame. Ready to combust into something bigger—something more powerful. 

And it’s making my pussy undeniably wet. 

“Igris is going into rut.” Jinwoo says casually. 

“He’s—what?” Rut? I’m certain my eyes are bulging out my head right now. 

“Yeah. Can you believe that?” He’s talking about him like he isn’t right there. Breathing down my neck. “Apparently it was dormant until you, well, awakened him.” 

Dormant? 

“A-Awakened him?” 

Jinwoo huffs, pulling away from my ear. “Hm. I guess that’s what happens when you let one of your shadows fuck your wife.”

That’s the first he’s ever said what happened out loud. I finally look at him, and he’s looking down at me with a glint in his eye. One of interest, or perhaps amusement. All of this seems very entertaining to him. Like sharing me has become an exciting, new mission. I’m not really sure anymore. I never thought Jinwoo would be saying such things to me to begin with. 

Because why would he say this to me if not to—to have me help—I swallow. 

“What are you trying to get at, Jin?” I ask him straight, surprised by own voice. “Are you saying you—you want me to—to…”

“To fuck him?” Jinwoo holds my gaze, not allowing me to look away even though every fiber of my being is urging me to do so. He smiles again, but there’s something sinister to it. “Sure. Isn’t that what you want?”

“You’re—you’re kidding, right? You’re scaring me, Jin.” I don’t think ‘scaring’ is the right word, to be honest. I’m more excited than scared. But I can’t let him know that. He’s my husband. 

“Am I?” He asks like he already knows the truth. How I really feel. He leans in, tilting his head down to get closer to my face. Christ, maybe I am scared now. “Or is the thought of my knight using you for his rut making your pussy wet?” 

He does know. He always knows. I shake my head. It’s reflexive now—my denial. I don’t think I’ll ever outwardly admit to him how Igris makes me feel. A baleful smile pulls at his lips again, revealing his pearly white teeth. 

“I can scent you. Your panties are soaked.” 

“That’s—that’s because of—” I’m stuttering, caught off guard. 

“Because of him.” Jinwoo flicks his gaze behind me, at Igris. 

He speaks to him with his eyes—probably telepathically too—and by the looks of it, Jinwoo nods his approval. Then I feel it. God, I feel him. As real as ever, pressing into me from behind, a presence so thick, so formidable that my knees go weak. His metal arm wraps around my waist, keeping me standing as I look into Jinwoo’s eyes for reassurance. 

But he won’t meet my gaze. 

“Jin…” I nervously call for him, yet he still doesn’t look back down at me. 

Igris comes closer, pushing me into Jinwoo. Jinwoo stands like a wall—unmoving and firm, and I feel his steady heartbeat against my cheek. Suddenly, the reality of having these two powerful men sandwiching me between them sinks in. If they wanted to, they could do anything to me without me having a say in it. I’m entirely at their will. 

And that makes this even hotter. 

“She likes it when the helmet’s off.” Jinwoo speaks for me, and immediately, I hear a loud clunk. Which is what I can only assume is his helmet hitting the floor. “Hah. You’re eager today, Igris.” Jinwoo’s hand slips between us, his fingers plucking the button on my jean shorts. Fuck. “Or is it just your rut? Is that how you got me down today?” He slides the zipper down and shoves his hand down my panties and I gasp. “I have to give it to you, it was quite commendable.”  

Got him down? As in, Igris won the sparring match? He was able to pin Jinwoo down? That would mean his strength matches Jin’s right now, at the very least. How am I going to take him if he’s like this? In rut?

Shit, now I’m really scared. 

“Can I trust you to control yourself?” Jinwoo asks Igris, and my breath catches. 

What if he can’t? Igris grunts behind me, his other arm sliding over my chest, tugging me back into him. Caging me in, like he’s saying I’m his, he’d never hurt me. 

“Right. Just don’t force me to step in and remind you who she belongs to.” 

I guess his answer was yes. That’s somewhat reassuring. But I still can’t ignore it. There’s a feeling in the air, something tightly strung, ready to snap. And it’s all coming from Igris. Though his armour is cold and hard against me, there’s a heat beneath that, radiating onto me in waves. 

Jinwoo finally glances down at me, his fingers playing in my wetness, slipping and sliding between my folds, strumming lightly at my pulsing clit. I try not to, but I moan, squirming between them. 

“Soaked.” He leans in and whispers, proving his point. He pulls back, looking back at Igris. “I’d say she’s about ready.” 

“W-Wait—”

But Igris moves anyway. His hands tug me into him, away from Jinwoo. One around my waist, and the other over my chest. I’m wrong. This…this is entirely different than last time. This is all planned—calculated and executed perfectly. And I’d be a liar if I said I wasn’t curious to know what it would be like to have Igris use me for his pleasure—his rut. 

Fuck, he’s really, really in rut. 

I never thought Igris would have…that. It’s like I really did walk into a wolf’s den. Igris wasn’t gentle before, but his touch now—it’s rougher, hungrier. And it hasn’t even begun. Jinwoo joins in, his fingers dragging along my slit before sinking inside me. He shoves them deep, curling them just right, coaxing out a guttural moan from my throat. 

Heat pulses from Igris, as if he were only getting more wound up from my noises, my squirmy movements against him. It’s so hard to tell exactly what’s going on in his head. I lean back into him, pleasure throbbing inside me with every harsh curl of Jinwoo’s fingers. Igris’s long, white hair falls forward, brushing against my shoulder and I break out into a shiver.

Oh, fuck. 

My hips are meeting Jinwoo’s every move. He watches me, studying my facial expressions, the way I lean into Igris for support—how I throw my arm around his neck to welcome his rough touches. 

“Fuck, baby. You like this, don’t you?” Jinwoo huffs, his thumb tugging back the hood of my clit. “You like when I share what’s mine?” 

I…do. I nod sheepishly, hips bucking as a whine erupts from my dry throat. Igris tightens his arm around me, holding me in place, making me take it. 

“Good. He’s getting impatient.” Jinwoo huffs the warning. “His rut is riding him now.” 

Oh shit. I don’t know if I can actually do this. If I can help him. But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to. Igris is holding me close, like he wants to tear me away and keep me just for himself. I can feel his territorial presence, like a wolf guarding what’s his. I look at Jinwoo with wild eyes, feeling too many things at once. 

Pleasure. Anxiety. Excitement. 

I reach out for him, clutching his bicep—holding on.

“You’re shaking, sweetheart.” Jinwoo’s voice bounces as his fingers pump in and out of me. “Scared now? Or are you getting impatient too?”

“I—I….” I shake my head, I’m everything all at once. “I don’t know.” 

“You need to. Once he starts, he won’t be able to stop.” Jinwoo says, fucking me rough with his fingers. Winding me up, yet never allowing me my release. “He’s going to use you until his rut breaks.” He pauses, eyes searching mine, reading me like an open, vulnerable book. 

“Can you handle that?”

What, is this his way of making me admit that I want this? That I want him? How can I say that to his face? Tell him that I want another man to ravish me to tears. Igris growls his frustration behind me. He’s wound up like a child’s toy—his hands are greedy on me, itching to claim me. His restraint is palpable. He’s just barely withholding, waiting for my consent, my command. 

Not Jinwoo’s. 

I nod. That’s about how much I can bring myself to do. But Jinwoo isn’t satisfied. He wants more than that. Words. A promise. 

“Say it.” He demands of me. “Say you want him. Say that you’re going to let him rut you raw.” 

My lips part but nothing comes out. How can I say that? Especially when Jinwoo’s fingers are so deep inside me right now, keeping me teetering on the edge of the abyss of pleasure. 

“Say it. Now.” 

The edginess to his voice tells me that Igris is about to lose it. I can sense it, he’s about to succumb to his urges. He wants this—me. He’s eager to fuck me again, but my instinct is warning—no, screaming at me that this isn’t just going to be sex. It’s something deeper, ancient.

And I want to know what it feels like. 

“I want it. I want him…I want him to rut me raw.” I whisper my deepest, darkest secret, and Igris’s aura changes entirely. 

It’s oppressive now, all consuming. 

“Good girl.” Jinwoo growls and reluctantly yanks his fingers from me, stepping away from me. “She’s ready, Igris.” 

It feels like Igris swallows me whole, clutching onto me and dragging me away like I’m his newest, most prized possession. My breath lodges in my throat when he shoves me face first up against the wall, and in my peripheral vision, I see Jinwoo take a seat in the chair off in the corner. He leans back, legs spread, elbows perched on the back of the chair. 

Watching. 

I feel Igris burning up behind me, hot against my body, moving with an urgency and a need that feels more primal than anything else. He yanks down my shorts and panties, damn near ripping them apart as he bends his knees to mold his huge, wide body against mine. 

Then I feel it, his cock. Thick and hard—pulsing with heat like the rest of him. Curiosity overwhelms me and I look over my shoulder. Oh. So that’s what he looks like. His armor is like liquid metal, partially retracting to reveal something non-human. Holy shit. 

Is that what was inside me last time? 

It’s huge—curved, veiny. Obsidian dark as the base but red at the tip. His cockhead is almost pointed, small bumps and ridges trailing underneath it like an embellishment. It’s prodding at me, his hips bucking to find something to sink into. He lowers himself more, pressing me harder into the wall to keep me where he wants me. 

So he can get that thing inside my pussy. 

“Igris…” I plead with trembling lungs and glance over at Jinwoo. He’s gripping the chair's wooden frame now, staring at me through lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling. 

Waiting. 

Instinctively, I nudge back my hips, opening myself up to him like a blooming flower. And when Igris’s cock catches at my opening just right, he doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t wait. He slams inside me, every inch, every curve and bump, nestled deep inside my pussy, working it open.

“Oh my go—” 

The whimper that escapes me is loud and raw, and my eyes immediately sting and brim with tears. He gives me no time to adjust, I’m forced to take it. Jinwoo’s eyes widen and he sucks in a breath, his hand flying to his crotch. There’s an undeniable bulge there. He’s as hard as a rock. 

He’s enjoying this. 

And there’s one thing for certain. He didn’t feel like this before. No, he’s bigger this time. Thicker. The stretch burns in the most delicious way possible. He huffs behind me, his face nuzzling into my neck. His sharp teeth nip at me, and his hips buck forward, driving me into the wall. The concrete cracks and I yelp out. Had his arms not been around me, caging me in, protecting me—his strength would have easily crushed me. 

“Easy, Igris.” Jinwoo growls.

Igris lets out a guttural grunt, stilling inside me. I feel like I’m being speared wide open. He’s way too deep. And the scary part is that I think he’s getting bigger inside. This burn isn’t going away like when he first fucked me. It lingers, growing hotter as each second passes. 

It doesn’t seem like Igris will be able to hold out much longer. He’s trembling with constraint, and I’m trembling with—everything. I close my eyes to focus on adjusting to him, relaxing my muscles, opening myself for him. But I can’t. I hear the chair screech against the tiled floor, and my eyes fly open. 

Jinwoo is next to me now. 

“You can take it.” Jinwoo’s encouraging me in his soothing, reassuring voice that makes me feel safe. “Relax and let him in.” A shaky breath parts my lips, and I force my muscles to be less tense. Less tight. “That’s it. That’s my good girl.” Jinwoo coos, his hand palming his crotch. 

I watch him touch himself, his fingers gripping his thick bulge, adjusting it, tugging at it. His jaw looks tight, like he’s biting down with his back teeth. My pussy clenches, squeezing Igris’s monster cock. 

Wrong fucking move. 

Igris thrusts in me suddenly, and my cheek presses into the wall. “Fuck! Mmm—ah!” 

Jinwoo’s hand reaches for his buckle, popping it open seamlessly. He plucks the button and yanks down his zipper, and his cock stands like a flag pole in his boxers. 

“She’s yours, Igris. Don’t hold back. Fuck her how you really want to.” Jinwoo commands his best knight, his best shadow. “Make her scream.” 

“Oh god, h-hold on—” Is all I can manage to get out before Igris starts rutting into me uncontrollably.  

Each thrust feels like a battering ram slamming into me, making the wall against my cheek shake. He’s pounding me, wild and unrelenting, deep and hard. Rutting me raw was an understatement. 

It hurts, but the pain is the kind that burns and sets something forbidden on fire inside me. Something taboo. A twisted pleasure blooms with each merciless smack, and my breath is being successfully punched out of me in ragged gasps. 

I’m going to burst. 

I’m too full. There’s nowhere else for him to go. All I feel is him, dragging that insanely huge thing inside me, against my pummeled walls, right into my bruised cervix. Every time his hips strike me, a lewd, squelching noise reverberates in this sound proof room. A noise so nasty I would have been filled with shame, but no. I’m filled with him—a want. A need. A yearning for him to drive himself inside me even more. To do what he must to feel better.

“Use me.” I whisper.

“Fuck, yes.” Jinwoo moans. He’s stroking himself, hard and fast. His hips are tense, abs clenched, forearm veiny from the grip he has on his cock. He thrusts his pelvis in the air, fucking his hand at the rate Igris fucks me. The sight alone plus the way Igris uses me for his release, his pleasure…

I’m gonna fucking come. 

“Do it.” Jinwoo growls, his eyes flicking between my face and the slimy mess I’m making on Igris. “Cum while he’s inside you, baby. Let him feel your pussy.” 

I cum, squealing and blubbering. My vision whiting out, pleasuring zinging up and down my spine, forcing my muscles to contract and relax, to bear down on his cock. He continues to rut inside me, with even more force—more brutality. 

Fucking me straight through my orgasm, right into his. 

He’s twitching inside me, his noises sputtering out of him like he can’t keep quiet any longer. His hands grab onto my hips with an iron grip, making me whimper and wince.

He growls deep and dark, hands tugging me in place, yanking me back onto his cock—forcing me to bend over. His movements falter, and Jinwoo jolts upright out his chair, standing. His cock is eye level with me, and it looks like it’s about to explode. 

Then I feel it—

Igris’s cock getting even bigger inside me. Deeper, putting an unreal pressure against my womb. He’s swelling, he’s—he’s gonna come. Inside. He’s going to come inside me any second. Oh god. 

“Oh shit.” Jinwoo sucks in a sharp breath and his eyes are wide, glued to the obscene sight of Igris taking me by force. “He’s got a knot, baby. Can you take it?”

A knot? A fucking knot?

I don’t even have time to process it, prepare for it—to even answer Jinwoo. 

Igris slams forward, and a wet sob rips from me. Something’s prodding at me, something big. Something pulsing with mana, throbbing as it swells. It’s searingly hot as it forces its way deep inside me, stretching me thin. 

“Oh god, no—no, wait, Igris! I—I can’t!” I cry out, squirming on the tips of my toes to get away. 

But it doesn’t stop him. 

No, it seems to just egg him on more, his hands shoving my hips back onto him, forcing me down on it. To take it. I’m being ripped open from the inside out, and I look at Jinwoo through blurred vision. He’s biting his lip, muffling his groans and grunts, looking down at him ramming that thing inside me with a look of satisfaction on his face. 

When it pops inside me fully, I scream. Just the way Jinwoo wanted me to. Commanded him to. 

“That’s it, fuck, take his knot, yes.” Jinwoo moans, watching intently as he shoves his cock in my face, swiping my hair back into his fist. “Let him stretch your pussy out. God, he’s actually fucking breeding you.”

The pressure is unreal. Igris throbs inside me, violently. Each rope of his hot cum spurting inside me in harsh jets, forcing itself in my womb. His knot pulsates, notching itself right under my pelvic bone, and Igris growls possessively, his hips still jerking, rutting, despite being locked inside me. 

It’s unexpected. But it rolls through me, from head to toe. Pulsing waves crash into me, making my whole body shake and convulse. I’m cumming again. So hard that my vision splits. Just from his knot alone. Jinwoo’s panting, groaning, moaning, fisting his cock with vicious strokes. 

“You like his knot that much? Yeah? Being stuck to him making you cum again? Oh, fuck. I’m gonna cum too.” Jinwoo cums with a hoarse shout, his seed is hot against my cheek. 

My legs give out, hell, my whole body gives out. It feels like I’m dangling in the air, stuck to him by his monstrous knot. Igris holds me close, never letting me fully fall, panting as he comes down from his high—his rut. He stays as still as he possibly can, and I’ve never felt so full in my life. 

I can feel his every move, his every breath. I’m too dazed, my consciousness is slipping from me, I can feel it. Maybe it’s my body’s way of coping with having something so huge lodged inside me. Is it over yet? It doesn’t feel that way. It’s not getting any better, any easier. 

“You okay, baby?” Jinwoo asks, breathless. He strokes my head, moving down with me. I didn’t even realise that Igris is slowly sinking to his knees, trying to position us in a way that doesn’t hurt for me as much. “You did so good, so good.” 

I shake my head. I’m not okay. Panic is bubbling inside me, his knot is still huge. How long will we be this way? I can’t do it. I try focus on breathing, but my lungs like they’re collapsing. 

“I’ve got you.” Jinwoo hums, kneeling in front of me, throwing my heavy, dead arms around his neck. “Don’t panic. It’ll go down soon.” 

“Can’t. Can’t do anymore. ‘S too much.” I mutter, putting all my weight on him, resting my head on his shoulder. “H-Hurts. Want it out.” 

“Alright, shh. Breathe.” Jinwoo wipes my face with his shirt, cleaning me up. “Igris, return.” 

Igris fades behind me, and as he does I’m released from his knot with a pop. I jerk forward, slumping into Jinwoo’s arms, and he holds me close to him. 

“You’re okay. I’ve got you.” He affirms, rubbing my back. “You’ll forgive me, right sweetheart?” 

I nod. 

That’s all about I can do right now. 

[yurmomsawh0r]

Sung Jin-woo letting one of his shadows join? Only if it’s Igris. 

🔞mdni🔞

jinwoo x reader x igris

Warnings: nsfw, expletives, smut, threesome, would this be considered necrophilia? I sincerely hope not, anyways—oral, pnv, dom jin, just absolute filth, creampie—although questionable, throatpie, multiple forced orgasms, first persons pov, links attached for some visuals, i just wanna shoutout this tiktok

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I can’t lie, whenever I watch Igris in action my heart thuds in my chest, hard. It’s just the way he carries himself that makes him seem…so human. But he’s a beast, and he became Jinwoo’s shadow by a split hair. 

It’s no secret that they’re both equally as powerful. 

Sometimes I let myself fantasize for a while. Let myself think that when he looks at me, he’s feeling the same way. That his heart is slamming into his ribs, just like mine—if he even has one. I can’t help but wonder, what’s under that mask? Or rather, 

Who’s under that mask? 

Jinwoo catapults across my field of vision, slamming into the wall of the training arena. Igris stalks towards him, sword at his side and cape flowing behind him. I watch his every move, his every strut. He glances over to me, staring down at me with a predatory gaze, checking on me. Well, that’s what I allow myself to believe, only for a second. I know where his loyalty lies. 

Regardless, my heart’s about to fly out of my fucking chest. 

Within seconds, Jinwoo regains his strength, getting back up to rejoin this… ‘spar’. His aggression is palpable, I can sense it from all the way over here in these four walls tucked behind this safety glass. Only Igris can bring out this side of him—it’s always a fair fight, after all. 

Well, almost. 

I always look away at this point. It always gets bad for Igris. But for some reason, I can’t today. I watch, eyes fixed to the scene unfolding before me. 

Jinwoo slams Igris into the ground, sending a rumble through the earth beneath me. The chair I’m seated in shakes, and I grip the table in front of me. Igris fades into black smoke under Jinwoo’s fist, and his glowing eyes snap up to meet mine, piercing into me with a threatening glare. 

Fuck. 

My core spasms. Suddenly I’m empty, and yearning for Jinwoo to make it better. He stands and walks through the residual mist that was once Igris, toward me. I swallow hard and reign in the ball of muscle trying to break through my ribcage.

His stare never falters, his eyes are anchored to me. I stand as I urge myself to hold it, to dominate it. But it’s too intimidating—he’s too intimidating. I look down, just for a brief second, showing my submission. And when I look back up…

He’s gone. 

I feel a gust of wind and Jinwoo’s voice growls my name behind me, his hot breath misting against my shoulder. I break out into a shiver, and I stumble back into him. He catches me, steadying me with his iron grip on my waist. 

“Jin—” 

“Igris has taken quite an interest in you.”

He cuts me short with a hint of aggression in his voice. My stomach drops. His fingers wander down my hips, to my thighs—under the hem of my skirt. He presses his lips against the shell of my ear. 

“I’m not quite sure if I like that.” 

“Wh-what do you mean?” I whisper, obviously unnerved. I feel his hard bulge press into me, and my pussy floods with heat. 

“I'm his master.” Jinwoo speaks a little too calmly, subtly tugging my skirt up, little by little. “I know his thoughts, his feelings. He takes a particular liking to your—hah, well, everything.” He yanks my skirt the rest of the way up in one swift, harsh move. “I mean, I do know the feeling.” 

What is he even saying? That Igris…feels something for me? I can barely think, much less focus on the words he’s speaking. Not when he’s thumbing at my soaked panty. 

“I didn’t know he could feel anything. He’s a shadow.” I say, breathless. 

“Yes, he is. But he still has his own…urges. Instincts.” He whispers quietly as he tugs my panties down my hips, letting them drop to my ankles. 

“Desires.” 

“R-Right.” I gasp and hold my breath in anticipation and my body tenses. 

He’s going to bend me over this table and fuck me. 

I swear I feel a gush between my legs, and suddenly my face is flush against the wooden table and his feet are kicking apart mine. My panty stretches between my ankles and he snakes his fingers around my throat. 

“Igris.” He summons his best shadow in a thick, dark voice, and Igris fabricates from a black mist in front of me, as if he didn’t just disappear. “Isn’t that right?” 

I look up from the table, only to be met by a suit of armor and his piercing gaze spearing down through me. Shit. He can see me…like this. With my panties at my ankles, bent over a piece of furniture. 

How embarrassing. 

I feel Jinwoo fiddle single handedly with the buckle of his belt, and then the button on his pants. His other hand maintains its searing grip on my throat and jaw, forcing me to meet Igris’s quiet gaze. I struggle to breathe and my eyes threaten to leak. 

My heart is going to explode. 

“See? He didn’t even respond. He has total control over himself.” His voice lowers into a whisper next to my face and I hear his zipper. “He actually wants to fuck you.” 

What? He—what? My eyes bulge wider, if it’s even possible, and I feel his cock notch at my slick opening.

So what, he’s forcing him to watch us? To teach him some sick lesson? 

Jinwoo must sense my unease, and he loosens his grip on my jaw and my head slumps back down to the table. But I’m still staring into the void of Igris’s eyes. He remains unmoving, eerily still in his stance with his sword sheathed on his back. 

“Caalm.” He draws out the word, letting his fingers just barely skate along the length of my spine.

My back arches and I roll onto the tips of my toes to present my pussy to him. Pathetic. I almost hate how wet and ripe I am for him. He hasn’t even looked me in the eye yet. 

“We’re not doing anything you don’t want.” Jin-woo’s hand trails up to grip my throat once more, and he hunches over me until his lips are next to my ear again. 

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

Jin-woo breaches me with exigency, in one hard thrust of his hips. I let out a whimper and try to stay on my toes as I frantically adjust to his thick cock inside me. 

“I see the way you look at him.” He growls as he presses a harsh kiss onto my jaw. 

He knows. And he’s teaching me a lesson, too. 

“I…I don’t.” I can’t find my voice to tell my lie, especially when I’m doing it now—staring at Igris while his master is inside me. 

Jin-woo lets out a low, wicked chuckle, and his hand tightens on my throat. Igris moves just a millimeter, as if he were about to let himself react to his master's slender fingers wrapped around my neck. 

But he holds himself firm, head ever so slightly tilted down as he takes in the sight beneath him. The sight of my quivering, glossy eyes peering up at him, and my flushed, swollen lips glistening with a layer of spit. 

“Careful, Igris.” Jinwoo warns his subordinate. “We’re not in the arena anymore. You might hurt her if you retaliate here.” He unleashes me from his grip, allowing me to take an unobstructed breath. 

“He’s not a fan of my hand around your throat.” Jin-woo whispers into my ear, and pulls out of me suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. 

“I won’t hurt her. She’s mine, remember?” Jinwoo speaks nonchalantly, as if he were stating a fact. Reassuring Igris, yet at the same time reminding him that I’m his. I can sense Igris tense—he feels like a ball of kinetic energy, ready to burst. 

Jinwoo’s cock prods at me again, and I ready myself for the impact of his thrust. I know it’s going to be brutal. He slams into me with a ruthless smack, making the table beneath me topple onto two legs. My fingers grip onto its corners as I bite my cheek to stifle the moan threatening to rip from my throat. 

“Mine to fuck.” Jin-woo growls, and there’s a possessive tone to his voice. He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. Now I’m forced to stare directly at him. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

That damn question again. He wants me to say it to his face. To make it clear that he owns me and my pussy.

“Yes.” I just barely whisper and feel him ram into me again. “Fuck!” 

Igris takes a step toward me, his stare trained down on me. He’s so close to me now, and I’m eye level with his armored crotch. Blood rushes to my face and Jinwoo hisses behind me. 

“Soon.” Jinwoo snaps, using the grip he has on my hair to hold me firm as he immediately sets a relentless pace, fucking into me with a vengeance.

“Soon? W-what’s ha-ppening soon?” My voice bounces from his incessant thrusts, and I’m so fucking overwhelmed. 

“Igris wants his turn.” Jinwoo growls. 

His…turn?

My heart lunges out my chest, and I’m pushed closer towards the edge. The image of Igris actually fucking me is almost too much to handle. If he were to fuck me…oh god. I’m going to cum from just the thought. 

“Jinwoo, wait. I—” I moan softly as my legs tremble and my pussy grips his cock. Fuck, I’m going to come already. And Igris is going to watch it happen. “Please, s-slower—or, or, I’m going to—haah—gonna!” 

“Yeah? Already?” He huffs, letting his hips snap into me repeatedly, fucking me like he’s angry with me. “Just from the mere thought of my shadow fucking your needy little pussy?”

“N-No!” I deny the truth through a tiny, pathetic cry, fixating on the sight directly in front of me.

The armor guarding Igris’s most prized possession looks tight. 

“Show her your face.” Jin-woo orders quickly, huffing and puffing as he ruts into me. 

Igris obeys, taking off his helmet and letting it fall to the ground with a clank. I crane my neck to look up at him and I’m met with glowing red eyes.

Hungry, scarred, red eyes, staring down at me like he wants to wreck me.

His hair flows down past his shoulders, a stark white with silver highlights. Christ, he’s more gorgeous than I ever imagined. 

And I'm coming…to his face. 

“Fu-uck.” I whine shakily and watch Igris’s eyes widen and his angular jaw tense. 

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming on my cock, Igris.” Jinwoo grunts and fucks me through every spasm that ripples through me. I writhe and squirm underneath his grip and my eyes fill to the brim with hot tears. “Don’t you wanna feel that?” 

Igris’s gaze snaps to Jinwoo’s, and the answer to that question is written all over his beautiful face. 

“Shadow exchange.” Jinwoo growls under his breath. 

Within moments, Igris fades to black and before me stands the menace himself—the shadow monarch—huge cock in hand with his ominous, glowing eyes shooting freshly sharpened daggers into me. 

Then I feel it. A delicious stretch. My still throbbing cunt desperately tries to adjust to Igris’s fat cock. He’s inside me. He’s really fucking inside me. Fuck, it’s so thick and big that I could cry. I really might fucking cry. 

I let out a wobbly whimper and force myself to keep still, if I move I think I’ll split open. All I can do is peer up into the luminous eyes that look back down at me with contempt, as I beg him to do something. 

“Oh my god. J-Jin. Jinwoo.” I chitter through my teeth and my tears of disbelief finally stain my cheeks. “Jin-woo, he’s really i-inside me.”

“Impressive, mm?” He grunts, breathing heavily. He cups my chin, pads of his fingers sinking into my damp cheeks. He tsks, and a slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I want to be inside you too, darling.” 

Jinwoo drives his thumb and pointer finger into my jaw bone, forcing my mouth open. He gives himself a few sloppy strokes before swiping his swollen tip on my lips as if it were lipstick, coating them in my own cum. 

“Tongue.” He demands through a breathless groan, and my tongue instinctively darts out, tasting myself on him. 

I’m sweet. 

“That’s my good girl.” Jin-woo grins, his thumb rubbing my cheek tenderly like some sort of twisted praise.

His attention turns to his second in command, and he takes in the sight of him mounted to me. His cock twitches against my tongue, and my mouth reflexively closes around his mushroomy head. 

“Hnng—she’s incredible, isn’t she?” Jinwoo sounds so smug, and for the first time, I hear Igris grunt. “Fuck her good, Igris.” 

The force of his first thrust litters my vision with stars, and it pushes me further down onto Jinwoo’s cock all at once. Jinwoo takes an intentional breath to stifle a groan and begins balling my hair into his fist. 

My clit definitely has its own fucking heartbeat. 

Igris begins thrusting in and out of me like a starved man, shoving himself as deep as my tiny body will allow him. His movements are incessant, laced with desperation. Like he’s been waiting—wanting to do this for a long, long time. He’s fucking into me like he’s never fucked a pussy in his life and the thought of that likely being the truth is making this even hotter. 

“Shit, I don’t even need to fuck your throat.” Jinwoo huffs with a smile and stands still, proving his point. “He’s fucking you so hard that your throat is riding my cock.”

Tears stream down my face and my head feels like it’s full of cotton. Am I even breathing? I test it out and hear a gurgling noise that I can only assume came from  me. Jinwoo pulls out of me, holding my head in the air and I hear myself heave a loud breath. 

“Don’t pass out on us, sweetheart.” Jinwoo’s dark voice echoes and I feel him tap my cheek a few times with his cock. “Come on, you can take us both. Right?”

He slowly sinks his cock down my throat again, inch by inch. I gag and my eyes water, because while he’s doing that, Igris is ramming him into the back of my throat repeatedly. 

It’s all too much. 

I shake my head and tap Jin’s thigh, and he yanks out of me and I gasp for air. He strokes himself fast, with his hips thrusted into the air and his core flexed. He groans low and long, watching me. Watching us.

“Make her cum.” He speaks quickly, stroking himself harder. Igris pounds into me at a frightening rate and I feel the coil in my core suddenly snap. I let out a filthy moan, loud and languid, from the back of my fucked out throat. “She’s gonna come, Igris.” 

I am. I fucking am. 

“I’m—I’m cummi—”

Jinwoo stuffs his cock back down my throat with an urgency, hunching over me and fucking my throat like it’s a pussy. His hand snakes down my belly, and his finger barely swipes my pulsing clit. His ghost touch sends me over the edge and I cum so. fucking. hard. My pussy throbs so bad that Igris groans like a dying man and ruts me harder. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Yes.” Jinwoo moans, giving me one brutal thrust before emptying himself down my throat.

He grunts from the bottom of his stomach and he holds me for what feels like an eternity on his pulsating cock before tugging me off of him. I cough and sputter, swallowing between sorry attempts at taking a breath. 

“Granted.” Jinwoo catches his own breath, and I can’t even speak to ask him what he’s allowing Igris to do to me now. He leans down, caressing my face and brushing my sweaty hair away from my pleading eyes. He plants a tender kiss on my ear and as he pulls away he whispers to me.

“Igris wants permission to breed you. That’s okay, right darling?”

Jin-woo takes a step back and I call for him with my hoarse voice. But he only grins and uses his stealth to fade into thin air, seemingly leaving me alone with the knight commander Igris—the blood red. I feel his metal arm wrap over my chest and his hand grip my shoulder to gain purchase. 

“I-Igris.” I nervously and directly acknowledge him for the first time in this entire interaction. “Ple-ase…” 

He growls and pulls me off the table and into his hard exterior. My toes cramp from trying to stay on my feet but he’s way too big and I feel myself lifting off the ground. He wraps his other hand around my waist and supports me with ease, fucking me mid-air. I claw at his armour and my legs kick and cross but I’m trapped in his undying grasp. 

“Holy shit…Igris!” I cry out, frantic. “Hold on!”  

Igris’s rhythm goes sloppy, and he’s trying to force as much of himself inside me as he possibly can. He’s trying to kill me, not breed me. A high pitched squeal splits my quivering lips and I kick a little harder—entirely too overwhelmed and overstimulated. 

“T-Too deep! You’re too deep!” My tears stream down my cheeks yet my pummeled pussy weeps for more. 

“You’re okay, my princess.” Igris’s deep voice hurls me into my third orgasm and I go limp in his grip, completely dissolving into the pleasure of his cock filling every possible part of me.

He cums with a gruff shout, tightening his arms around me as he stays inside me, stuffing me with cum until I’m queasy. 

My vision splits and fades to black and his grip on me fades with it. I hear a hushed sound and feel myself falling. I’m about to slam into the floor. I brace for impact in my fizzled brain yet I don’t feel the hard, cold tile. Rather, a warmth envelopes me, cradling me as I blubber and fail to set any breathing pattern, much less a steady one.

“Shh-shh. Breathe. You did so well, baby.” It’s Jinwoo’s voice, cooing at me, and he holds me close to his warm chest. “You were such a good girl for us.” 

[yurmomsawh0r]

REAL

[yurmomsawh0r]

Ok ok I’m trusting you with this, baby 😩 pls write something based of these two 🫶🏾🤍

Tell me this and this ain’t Ony fucking the brat out of us when we start acting crazy and run off to shake some ass at a club after an argument 😩😩 the way I’ve been down BAD for papa 😍😍 he’s so fucking fine. I know we screaming out daddy and papa while crying when he’s fucking us up !!

☆彡 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒ミ★

Characters Included — Ony x Reader

Gingers Notes — 🔞 twitter links 🤭thank you for trusting me suga, this was too good, nobody could tell me anything to convince me in those videos that isn’t him, it’s been a lil bit since i’ve wrote smut i don’t wanna starve y’all for too long 😛 I’ll tag people later it’s like 4:20 n the morning

Content Warning — Smut, y/n getting manhandled, cursing, N word used, spanking, y/n being hardheaded, not proofread

“Ony please—”

“Who?”

“Daddy,”

“mhm.”

He wasn’t listening to a word you were saying, he didn’t let you get your fake apology out in the car, so why would he let you get your apology out now when he has your face pressed into the pillow already, arch in your back giving him a good look at the showcase of your bare ass and your cunt that was shiny with slick that was sticking to your folds shamelessly.

He told you not to go. And you did. Lying about was one thing, But showing out the time you were gone only worsened everything else.

Ony told you multiple times your friends would get you in trouble one day, feeding you all that shit about “being independent”, “doing what you wanna do.”, and “Not letting a nigga control you.” It’s honestly almost admirable at just how it seems every opportunity, you unknowingly prove him right.

“Please don’t be madd ..” you could say everything but what he wanted to hear, a sorry.

You were. But you weren’t when you lied, telling him you were gonna go run to the store and grab a few snacks for the movie night you two had planned after he told you no to partying. Not knowing that underneath his jacket that you were wearing was a full outfit. Not like he could questioned why you had makeup on or why your purple wig was styled in big curls— since he was sitting on the couch with his back towards you just giving you a slight nod and a “ight.”

He had no clue your friends were outside after they carpooled to pick you up. Taking you to the party he told you to not go to, in an outfit you knew he wouldn’t approve of you going out in unless he was with you. You thought you were slick, partying with all your heart’s content, Throwing ass, taking shots, having a time.

But when Ony realized how long you were gone, he pulled his phone out to text you, but it seemed he didn’t have to when he got a text from Eren instead— a video, looking closely at his phone seeing that the girl in the background was in fact his defying girlfriend twerking to sum trashy trap music while your friends hyped you up, throwing money all over you and slapping your ass.

‘isn’t that your girl?’

Yeah it was, Ony wasted no time looking at your location and grabbing his keys. Speeding his way to the lo, and when he got there you could almost feel when he was in your proximity before he actually got to you, not saying a word as he grabbed your arm and almost dragged you to his car, opening the passenger door for you and letting you get in.

You could tell he was mad the entire ride, His grip on the steering wheel right, his eyes low n focused on the road. You tried to break the tension, “Ony— it was just,” “Ion wanna hear yo ass right now, just know, when we get home, take allat shit off, face down. Ion want no squirming, running, nun of that.” He shut you down really quick.

You already was moving too much for him when he was spanking you, your hand catching his wrist a few times— hence the reason now you he had your hands cuffed laying on your back. You knew how ony got when he got upset with you, and you could tell tonight would be no different as you heard the shuffling of his clothes being removed before his hand was striking your ass one last time for good measure. You whined when his tip was prodding at your entrance.

Ony’s girl had no room to defy him, you were spoiled rotten, he bought you whatever you wanted, he drove you almost anywhere you wanted to go, he kept you high when you wanted to be high, and he kept you happy all the time. And the one time he tells you no, you go against his wishes. He was pissed, and it showed the way he pushed his dick inch by inch into you, your glossed lips parting with a strangled moan and his hand grabbed at your wrists to keep you in place as he started his harsh thrusts.

Ony swore he had the best view. Your ass clapping back on his dick, Your tramp stamp and the tattoo of his name on your back shoulder blade, and you, your side of your face pressed into the pillow with your eyes rolling back in pure pleasure as moans n small screams of obscenities left your lips. “lost yo mind, sneakin out n shi—”He mumbled his free hand gripping at your waist pulling you to fuck back.

You didn’t know how you had planned on getting away with sneaking out in the first place, but now your brain was in shambles trying to come up with anything to say, “Can’t speak na? Y/n don’t fuckin—” You whined as you felt his hand release your waist and wrapped around your body to grab your neck pulling you to his chest his thrust continuing seemingly going deeper then before, his breath right next to your ear “Who you was showin out fa? Yo lil friends?” You shook your head biting your lips “Then who? Sum nigga at that party?— you kno i’ll kill everyone in there.” He spoke so surely you knew he wasn’t joking “N—nobody,, nobody daddy—” He scoffed letting your neck go, your face being back into the pillow.

He couldn’t get over your whimpers he almost started to give you mercy as his eyes roamed down your back to where you both were connected, his base covered in a sticky white and your slick running down your inner thighs, “I’m so—so sorryyy, daddy please, i’m so sorryyy,” you pleaded feeling your waterline tearing up as you took your punishment. “Yeah? what you sorry fa princess?” He asked his thrust getting sharper prodding at your cervix with rigor, your fucked up mind not being able to form words for his question until his hand sent a harsh slap across your ass, demanding for a answer. “Listening! I’m s-sorry fa— fuckkkk, not listening daddy.” You cried out before your hands in cuffs started to squirm, wanting to be freed so you could at least grip the sheets.

“Not gon do,, it againnn i pr’mise—” you pleaded inbetween your sobbing moans, his silence being deadly only his grunts leaving his lips before his fingers started to play with your clit, catching you by surprise, you jolting in surprise “Fuckkk daddy ‘m cum,, ‘imma cum, pleapleaplease.” Your head spinning as Ony thrust sped up and his fingers kept playing with your pearl until you were cumming for him, your thighs n legs shaking as you through you head back with a screaming moan, Ony fucking you through it, Until you were collapsing into the sheets.

He chuckled lowly as he removed the cuffs turning you over on your back, your body lined with a thin sheer of sweat as you looked at him while trying to catch your breath, your pouty lips puffy n bruised from biting them too much before Ony was leaning down to lay a kiss on them, “Daddy forgives you.” you let out a hitched breath thinking that you were done until his hands were hooked underneath your thighs, throwing you legs over his shoulders.

“But ian say you could cum.”

[yurmomsawh0r]

thinking about your roommate eren yeager who just can't help getting jealous as he sees you getting ready for your date.

it doesn't help his case at how oblivious you are- asking him to come up to your bedroom just to complain about how this is your fourth date and you haven't fucked any of them yet. complaining about how needy they send you home.

you never really cared about sharing things like this with eren. he was your roommate and close friend after all.

"god eren, it's so fucking annoying. i keep sending them hints and ugh- they just don't get it"

he doesn't even say anything. just sits on the edge of your bed, leaned back and propped up on his elbows as he listens to you whine while you fix your hair.

"i don't even know if i like him. i think i just need dick"

and that's exactly how you got yourself into this situation. sat on your vanity, legs wrapped around erens waist, his cock buried deep in your cunt as he grips onto the pudge of your hips.

"fuck baby, this what you wanted?"

you can't even respond, every word leaving your mouth becoming babbles, so u nod instead. he's practically fucking you stupid. head thrown back, lashes wet from your tears, clit sensitive and needy, hands clawing at your desk as he fucks deeper into you.

you whine as you hear a laugh escape from his lips. but he couldn't help it- i mean look at you. all pretty for him, completely soaked and cock drunk.

"mmph- gonna cum. gonna cum. fuck ren i-"

his hips stutter at your whine and babbles, looking down as he watches you paint the base of his cock white. whimpers and groans falling from his lips as he tells you how close he is.

you didn't even think twice, tightening the grip you had on his waist with your legs, practically begging him to cum inside.

"ah- shit baby, d-dont. gotta pull out"

you ignore his words, completely dumbed out at how much deeper he is. pleading and moaning before cumming on his cock and tightening around him. not even seconds after was he letting every last drop of his cum fill your pretty cunt.

you're still breathless, panting and trying to catch your breath. but eren? all he can do is admire how pretty your pussy looks. full of his cum, leaking and dripping onto the floor before he lifts you from your desk and pulls your panties up. placing a kiss on your forehead.

"have fun on your date"

[yurmomsawh0r]

Heat Check

Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader – Smut / Power Shift / Denial / Dom!Eren

You were testing him. You knew you were. For weeks, Eren had been your favorite toy to play with — stretched tight like a rubber band, begging in the dark with hooded eyes and throbbing restraint.

Every time he got close, every time his tongue ghosted over your inner thigh or his fingers slipped beneath the band of your underwear, you whispered the same line:

“Not yet.”

It drove him insane.

But tonight?

Tonight, you took it a step too far.

You’d kissed him long enough to make his knees shake. Straddled his lap in nothing but panties and a sheer tank top, grinding slow enough to make his head fall back in agony. He gripped your hips like a man hanging off the edge of a cliff.

You leaned in close. “Wanna come?”

His eyes lit up, breath caught in his throat. “God, yes.”

You smiled.

“Then use your hand. I’m not letting you fuck me.”

He blinked.

“What?”

You slipped off his lap, bare feet padding toward the bed, knowing he was watching every sway of your hips. You crawled under the covers without a second glance.

“Good night, Eren.”

Silence.

Then the sound of movement. Fast. Heavy. You turned just in time to see him cross the room and climb over you — grabbing your wrists, pinning them above your head. His hair hung wild around his face, eyes dark and mean in the shadows.

“Eren—” you started, half a laugh, half a protest.

But he wasn’t laughing.

“You think this is a game?” His voice was low, rough. “You think I don’t know what you’re doing?” His hand dipped, fingers grazing the waistband of your panties.

You clamped your thighs shut.

“No touching.” That was your rule. Your only rule. He growled. “No. Not this time.”

He tore the panties down your thighs with one sharp tug, inhaling as he did — deep and shameless. His mouth landed on your inner thigh, sucking, biting, tongue trailing heat up toward your core.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” he snarled. “Letting me taste you, touch you, just enough to drive me insane.”

You gasped as he pushed your thighs apart, settling between them like he belonged there. “I begged,” he whispered against your skin. “I pleaded. And you just kept saying no.”

His mouth pressed against your folds, just once, hot breath fanning across slick heat. “You wanted me to snap, didn’t you?”

He dragged his tongue slow and deep, making you arch. “Well, sweetheart,” he murmured, voice full of venomous promise, “you got your wish.”

And then he devoured you. There was no patience now — just punishment. His tongue was relentless, curling, licking, sucking every inch like he was starving for it. You cried out, back bowing off the bed.

Your hands clawed at his hair, tried to pull away, but he held you down, arms hooked under your thighs to lock you open.

“Too late to run now,” he groaned, voice thick with hunger. “This is mine.” You were shaking. Overwhelmed. Every inch of your body lit up with pleasure, pain, something primal and terrifying.

When he finally pulled back, his mouth glistened with your slick. He wiped it with the back of his hand, eyes dark with triumph. “You still gonna tell me no?” he asked, unzipping his pants.

You didn’t answer. Not with words. You just spread your legs wider.

And Eren — victorious, feral, and finally unchained — took what was his.

[yurmomsawh0r]

JINWOO X READER

Soft Dom Jin, Rough pnv, cunnilingus, soft sex, Jinwoo pampering. That’s all I can think of now.

***

You knew the second you walked into the apartment something was different

Jinwoo hadn’t said much on the drive home, but his hand had never left your thigh. Not the way it usually rested there—sweet and casual—but gripping. Squeezing. His thumb brushing too close to your core. You should’ve known from the way his jaw twitched when that guy at the guild dinner laughed a little too long at your joke.

You barely got your shoes off before he had you pinned against the door.

“Mine,” he muttered, voice deep and low in your ear. “Say it.”

You whimpered, your fingers already tangling in his jacket. “Yours.”

He kissed you hard—nothing like his usual tenderness. He devoured you, his tongue invading your mouth, his body pressing you so tight against the door you could barely breathe. His thigh pushed between your legs, grinding up until your knees buckled.

You barely registered him dragging you down the hallway, clothes half-torn off in his rush. His usual patience? Gone. He didn’t even bother with the lights. He tossed you onto the bed and climbed on top of you, hands everywhere—possessive, demanding.

“You liked it?” he growled as his mouth traced your neck. “When he touched you?”

“No—nngh—Jinwoo, I didn’t—”

He bit down hard enough to leave a mark and pulled back to look at you. “You’re mine,” he said again, and his voice was so deep, so feral, it made your body pulse with need.

Then he was pushing inside you.

No slow buildup. No teasing.

Just him—thick, deep, filling you in one rough thrust that made your back arch off the mattress and a choked moan tear from your lips.

“F-fuck—!”

He groaned above you, eyes burning as he watched the way you took him. “So tight,” he hissed. “God, you feel so good like this. Messy. Open.”

He didn’t give you time to adjust. His hands grabbed your hips, dragging you back onto him over and over, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room. He was relentless. Rougher than he’d ever been. And it felt so good—the stretch, the burn, the way he fucked you like it meant something.

Because it did.

You were sobbing his name in broken gasps, your legs shaking, your voice hoarse.

“Too much—Jinwoo, it’s—!”

“No,” he growled, lips ghosting your jaw. “You can take it. I know you can. You’re mine, right?”

You nodded frantically, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. “Y-yes—yours—Jinwoo, please—”

And when you came, it hit like lightning—your entire body tensing, your nails digging into his back, your moans turning into whimpers as he fucked you through it.

He didn’t stop. Not even when your legs trembled or your voice cracked.

He flipped you over.

Fucked you from behind until your arms gave out and your face was pressed into the pillows, his hands tangled in your hair and his name all you could say. And when he finally spilled inside you, it was with a deep growl of your name, his fingers bruising your hips as he slammed in to the hilt.

You collapsed.

He kissed your shoulder. Pulled the blankets up. Whispered that he loved you as he tucked you against his chest.

⸻

The morning light felt too bright, and you barely stirred as he moved around the room.

You were sore everywhere—your neck, your thighs, your back. He’d marked you, covered you in love bites and finger-shaped bruises. Your lips still tingled from his kisses.

You lay there, limp and half-dazed, wearing nothing but his shirt. It smelled like him. You clutched it to your chest.

Jinwoo moved through the room with calm efficiency, fixing his collar in the mirror, tugging on his jacket. You watched him, quiet. Your gaze trailed down the muscles of his back, the curve of his neck, his strong hands as they buttoned the last of his sleeves.

He caught your eyes in the mirror.

And smirked.

You whimpered softly—barely more than a breath—but he heard it.

Jinwoo turned, walked back to the bed, and knelt beside you. His fingers traced your jaw, then your lips—red, swollen, kissed raw.

“You okay?” he asked, voice suddenly soft. Soothing. The Jinwoo you knew.

You nodded.

Barely.

He leaned down and kissed you sweetly. “You look so fucked out, baby.”

You whimpered again, biting your bottom lip, unable to even answer. Just watching him like he was the only thing holding you together.

He chuckled and stood, grabbing his bag. At the door, he paused.

Glanced back.

“You better rest,” he said. “Because the next time someone looks at you like that, I won’t be so nice.”

And then he was gone—leaving you melted into the mattress, ruined and glowing, already aching for more.

***

You were exactly where he left you: curled beneath the blankets, still wearing his shirt. The scent of him wrapped around your body like a second skin. You hadn’t bothered to move much, too sore, too wrecked, too dazed from everything he’d done the night before.

But when you heard the door click open, your heart fluttered.

Footsteps. The sound of his keys on the counter. His jacket being shrugged off.

You swallowed, anticipation blooming low in your belly.

When he stepped into the bedroom, he stopped.

His eyes found you instantly. Hair mussed. Cheeks flushed. Legs tangled in the sheets. One shoulder exposed. You looked up at him with that same needy, vulnerable gaze from that morning—and his chest tightened.

“Still worn out, baby?”

You nodded slowly.

He smiled, softer this time. Less cocky, more loving. And yet still so in control.

He didn’t speak again as he walked over and pulled the blankets down, exposing your bare thighs. His hand grazed one gently, then the other. You shivered under his touch.

“You really didn’t move all day?”

You blinked up at him. “Couldn’t.”

That made him smirk—but just for a second. Then his hands were sliding beneath you, lifting you into his lap like you weighed nothing. You curled against him instinctively, burying your face in his neck as he sat back on the bed, holding you like something precious.

“You were so good for me last night,” he murmured into your hair. “Letting me take what’s mine. Letting me remind you.”

You whimpered, nodding into his chest, breath hitching when his hand slid up your shirt—his shirt—and cupped your breast. Still tender. Still sore from his mouth.

“You wanna be good again?”

You didn’t answer with words. Just a slow, needy grind of your hips into his lap, the way your thighs squeezed around his. The way your breath stuttered.

“That’s what I thought,” he whispered, kissing your forehead.

This time, he undressed you slowly. No ripping, no rough hands—just his fingers skimming your skin, drawing goosebumps in their wake. He worshipped every inch he’d ruined, every mark he’d left. His mouth traced over love bites with reverence, his tongue soft and teasing as if to soothe the bruises he’d made.

He took his time.

He laid you back on the pillows like something sacred, spreading your thighs gently and lowering his mouth to your center.

You gasped, hips twitching as his tongue made contact—slow, deep licks that had you trembling. Your fingers fisted the sheets, eyes fluttering shut.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he murmured against you. “So fucking sweet. Mine.”

You nodded helplessly, moaning his name.

He didn’t stop until your thighs were shaking again, until you were sobbing for him, legs wrapped around his shoulders, back arched.

Only then did he crawl up your body and kiss you—deep and slow, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

When he finally pushed inside you again, it was gentle. Not less intense, just slower. Thicker. He rolled his hips into you like he had all the time in the world, one hand cradling your cheek while the other held your hip steady.

You wrapped around him, whimpering.

“You still feel so good,” he whispered into your ear. “Can’t believe you let me fuck you like that last night. Let me make you mine like that.”

“I am yours,” you whispered back, voice cracking.

That made him groan. He buried his face in your neck and fucked you slowly, thoroughly, until you were gasping again, your nails dragging down his back.

“I love you,” he said between thrusts. “I’ll ruin you over and over if it means you remember who you belong to.”

You came again—quiet, broken, so deep in it you could barely breathe.

He followed with a low, shuddering moan, burying himself deep inside you, holding you tight as you both stilled.

For a long moment, he just held you.

Sweaty, tangled, breathless.

Then he rolled to his side, pulling you with him so you were curled up in his chest. His fingers brushed your hair back, then skimmed your jaw, your lips, your marked-up neck.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispered. “So full of me.”

You blushed hard, and he chuckled, tucking your face into his chest.

“I’m making you dinner,” he said suddenly. “You need something real in you before I fuck you again.”

You whined softly, hiding your face even deeper.

And he grinned. Smug, satisfied, completely in love with the way you melted for him.

[yurmomsawh0r]

potions revision / draco malfoy

summary : draco helps you to revise for your potions test.

"and then.. you.. you crush the roots.." your breathless voice spoke out, hands tightly holding onto the potions textbook in your hands, as you felt his breath against your most sensitive parts, his hands tightly holding onto your thighs, keeping them apart.

if someone found out what the two of you were doing, you knew you would be getting kicked out right this instant, and probably, banned from ever entering the library ever again—but, you couldn't stop him. you felt far too pleased to pull him away.

"mhm.. your doing perfect, angel." he muttered quietly, lips attaching themselves onto the area between your legs once again. you controlled a whine, eyes closing tightly. your skirt was pulled up to your waist, one of his hands pulling your underwear to the side.

"and then you.. then you.." you gulped, sweat prickling onto your forehead. draco stopped, pulling his face away to look up at you, causing you to huff in frustration. he kept doing this every time you would stop, or stutter.

"you what, sweetheart?" he said, feigning innocence. "pour it in the cauldron and stir." you sighed, and he hummed, his pale fingers moving themselves between your folds, as his gaze was stuck to your clit.

"in what way?" he pestered, controlling the urge to yell at him, you answered. "anti clock—wise, and then.. then you stir until it's pink. and then.. then it's done." you finally finished, successfully having told him about how to make the potion perfectly.

he smiled, looking up at you. "look at you, you're practically ready for the test hm? worked so hard.. you deserve a reward, don't you think darling?" before you could respond, his lips attached itself to your clit again, while his fingers entered your clit as well.

"oh my god, dray.." you whimpered, hands wrapping themselves into draco's hair, tugging onto them. he smirked against you, but didn't bat an eyelid as he continued pleasing you.

"right there.. I'm so.. I'm so close.." you almost cried out, head falling back against the brown wooden chair in which you sat.

soon after, your lips parted to form a gasp, back arching against the chair and your hands tightened itself more in draco's blonde locks, having finished against his mouth.

"so, so pretty, darling." he pulled away after a moment, a string of saliva connecting itself from his jaw to your clit. he looked up at you, looking as beautiful as ever. "we're not done, sweetheart."

[yurmomsawh0r]

[yurmomsawh0r]

Generals take baths too <3

[yurmomsawh0r]

The Cheetah Girls

[yurmomsawh0r]

So I’m literally in the works of creating a “ dark Romance” series all the stories are not going to connect but they have almost the same premise so be on the lookout for those coming within the next month.

On the other hand, give me some suggestions for these dark romances that I’m going to be creating on Tumblr. What character should I use? I already know I like Jinwoo

But who else?

Oh yeah it also has a lot of breeding theme so if there’s a lot of pregnancy in them, sorry lol

[yurmomsawh0r]

[yurmomsawh0r]

I am like obsessed with Jinwoo!! Like anytime he says “Arise.” I just get a tingling sensation like oh my goodness y’all don’t even understand🤤