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𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚑𝚎𝚛 || 21+ || MDNI || 𝐱𝐢𝐚 𝐲𝐢𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐮 / 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐧 / 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭 / 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 141 / 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫

[angeiulst]

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angie | 24 | she/her

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[humanjarvis]

(-_-)

⋆｡°✩ when you’re first getting to know each other, you have severe rbf. how do they react?

it’s not that caleb wants to be so charismatic. he captivates people on accident—the world seems to fall at his feet wherever he goes.

but you? you’re an outlier. you’re the only person he's ever had to try to charm.

he brushes off the lovestruck looks from everyone else, but his heart skips a beat when you deign to look in his general direction. it’s a problem, he realizes, that you’re usually scowling when you do.

his first resort? kill you with kindness. 

he’ll offer to carry your groceries, put air in your tires, fix your leaking faucet. just ring the bell, and he’s at your service.

each time, he shoots you his dazzling, boyish grin, only moderately hoping it’ll vaporize whatever immunity you have to him

while his warmth is deliberate, none of it is an act. he lives for the little favors he does for you, and he genuinely wants to get to know you better

still, whenever you cross paths, you just seem to resent him. so when he gets the chance, he tries to glean information from people closer to you.

if your friend is around, he’ll make casual conversation, like, “hey, they’re kinda prickly sometimes, huh?” 

used to this by now, your friend holds in a snort. “no, they just look like that. people always think they’re mad, but it’s their natural face.”

he’s relieved you don’t have some age-old vendetta against him, but he feels guilty for assuming. especially now that he’s gone behind your back to get the truth instead of asking you directly

tells himself he’ll stop sneaking around for information about you in the future

doesn’t

rafayel is on the fence. on the one hand, that could just be your neutral expression, and that's perfectly fine. on the other, every time you look at him like he’s no more than a barnacle, the walls start closing in. as does the doubt.

gradually, he begins orchestrating situations where you'll find him favorable so you associate him with positive things. then you’ll have to like him, right?

how dare that beluga splash you at the aquarium! don’t worry, he keeps a towel in his bag. you know, just in case stuff like this happens. 

no pictures allowed on your museum tour? why don’t you come to his studio instead? take home the piece of your choice.

at the beach and a crab pinches your ankle? don’t worry, he’ll tell it off! (and secretly slip it a sand dollar when you’re not looking)

eventually, after one too many coincidences, you ask what he's doing 

when he comes clean, you’re bewildered. where did he ever get the idea that you didn't like him? couldn’t he see how much you enjoyed spending time with him? how flustered you got every time he sidled up to you to save the day?

the realization makes you both sheepish, but overall, it’s a win-win. you can be yourself without worry, and he can stop bribing sea creatures to do his bidding.

xavier thinks it’s hot.

at first.

when a while passes and you’re still glaring daggers at him, then he’s genuinely concerned you don’t like him. and a bit frightened 

when you see animals, you smile. when you see flowers, you smile. but when you open up your front door and see him standing on the other side? you look at him like he's a trespasser.

he’s standoffish and sulky while he considers whether to ask you about it, but it’s a short debate.

after some confusion and slight mortification on your part—you truly did not realize you were trying to evaporate him with your eyes—you reassure him that you do like him and would like to keep seeing him. multiple times, ending in couch cuddles

whenever you mean mug him in the future, he reaches out two fingers to stretch your lips into a grin, a smile of his own shining back at you

after the first few attempts to bat his hand away, you give up

sylus isn’t too bothered. anyone who leads onychinus needs a good poker face, after all.

he's used to people judging him by his appearance. he doesn’t want to do the same to you.

one day, luke and kieran ask why you’re angry, but you feel perfectly fine. for the next 20 minutes, they recount how your resting face instills fear in the hearts of gods.

self-conscious, you go to sylus and ask for the truth. have you ever scared him or made him feel uncomfortable? 

“not at all,” he replies, a wry grin on his lips. “because i know what it’s like when people deem you ‘scary’ without giving you a chance to prove them wrong.” 

he sees through your mask, and he takes note of the subtlest changes in your expression. he can tell between your :|, your :/, your c:, and your :). to him, they’re distinctly different, each with their own special color

all your expressions, or lack thereof…you’re just another language he's fluent in.

now, he just has to start tutoring the twins 

sometimes, you and zayne just stare at each other. an outsider would find it nonsensical, but no. you’re communicating. 

albeit awkwardly.

it’s basically a stalemate, the way you analyze each other’s microexpressions: every eyebrow raise, every twitch of the lips, every nose scrunch. 

still, neither of you are stars at reading body language, and you come up short trying to figure out each other’s true feelings.

it’s best for you to be direct with each other. ask how the other is doing, if they're having fun or if they're tired. are they hungry, thirsty? is there somewhere else they’d like to go? 

it’s the only escape from the cycle of miscommunication.

rbf x rbf. as much as it’s an obstacle, it's also an asset. on your first date, you take a stroll through a street market. you both look so unapproachable, so unintentionally cold, that not even the bravest vendor hounds you to buy from them. in your own little bubble of extra-strict faces, you're free to explore at your own pace.

at the end of a perfect night, you bid each other farewell—with matching timid smiles

[wntersdoe]

18+ mdni

dbf! simon riley who ends up getting quite the naughty photo of you accidentally sent to him.

It was a mere slip, something that shouldn't have happened but it did. Simon was never supposed to receive that kind of picture from you, but nevertheless, it ended up on his phone.

His eyes couldn't seem to look away from it, you in your pretty little lingerie set, posing in front of the mirror. Your back is arched, accentuating your plump and round ass, and how your breasts are filling the cups of your bra out so nicely.

Simon wanted to bury himself six feet down for all the thoughts that were swirling in his head about what he'd wanna do to you. The guilt was gnawing at him, but it was slowly losing the battle to the lust.

What the hell am I doing?''

He grits his teeth, the grip on his phone getting tighter. Before he knows it, his hand is drifting down to his cock, giving it a squeeze through his pants, which are feeling more and more constricted as time goes by. He's rock hard already.

The sight of you.... Fuck, it has his balls tightening and feeling heavy.

Stop it, he tells himself harshly as his hand freezes on his crotch. You can't be doing this. She's your friend's daughter, for fuck sake. Simon takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm himself down. But at this point, there is no use. He's already dug his very own grave the second he decided to keep looking at the picture instead of ignoring it or telling you off for being careless about something so intimate.

Was it really an accident, though? Simon wanted to believe that somewhere deep down, you purposely sent the picture to make him lose it. He knew he wasn't imagining it whenever he'd catch you staring at him a bit longer during dinners with your dad.

The way you bit that pretty lip and glanced away the second he caught you. Just feigning innocence and going back to the conversation with your old man.

And soon enough, his hand continues stroking himself through his pants. But it's not enough as he pulls himself out to get a firmer feel and grip. The thick head of his cock is already leaking with precum, and he smears it down his shaft. Simon groans as he keeps his pace slow, eyes locked onto the photo like a lifeline.

God, you really just are the prettiest thing he's ever seen. Those wide eyes glancing into the mirror. He'd do just about anything to watch them roll back because of him. He thinks about branding you as his, fill you up, and watch it dribble out of every single hole of yours.

The thought alone could make him cum then and there.

He knew your dad would absolutely gut him if he could read his mind right about now. But he’d treat you so sweet, Simon knows he would. He would take you anywhere you wanted, buy you whatever you desired. He’d do just about anything to see you happy.

His hand starts moving faster, stroking his cock at a more desperate urgency. Simon's breath hitches as he feels the climax closing in. If he was in his right mind, he would’ve thought he was pathetic. Pathetic for letting you be the reason why he was losing it.

‘’Shit…’’ His orgasm comes crashing over him, his body shuddering at the feeling as the warmth of his cum coats his hand and dribble down onto his pants. ‘’Fuck… that feels ngh—good.’’ He whimpered as he drew out the orgasm as long as he could, pumping his hand up and down until he’s spent.

Simon sits there for a while, breathing hard as his cock starts going soft in his hand. He looks at his other hand, which is still holding the phone, glancing once more at the photo of you before shutting it off with a heavy sigh and closing his eyes.

He knew what he had done was wrong, but god if it didn't feel so darn good. Simon would still find time to scold you for being careless while keeping the photo in his gallery.

a/n: haven't written anything in two whole years, so I'm a bit rusty. hopefully you guys enjoyed it!!

likes, comments & reblogs are very much appreciated ♡

[blinkbunni]

Thinking of yandere Caleb who has brainwashed you and thinking of his twisted way of love <3

(content warning: imprisonment, brainwashing, manipulation, a little mentally insane, psudeo-cest.)

“why do you do this to me,princess?” Caleb sighed, looking forlorn as he found you near the door. The escape from the vast mansion he had planted you in.

The escape from this maze of his emotions and locked rooms, and the escape from this twisted love. The escape that was so close. Well, you thought it was close. But your big brother was always watching, especially when it came to his precious dove trying to fly away.

He immediately noticed your absence in the bedroom he designed to everything you wanted. But instead of jumping in, he decided to entertain you. See if you could figure out where you were, and how to leave him. And weren’t you just a clever Mei Mei? The maze he implemented and implied to be your ticket to freedom from this cage had been solved, but alas, it was bigger than you so foolishly thought.

The tall man kneeled into a squat to meet you halfway and clucked his tongue like a disappointed mother before his gloved hand found your face.

You wanted to lean in, you wanted to feel his warmth.

But that’s what he wanted you to want, so you used all your remaining strength to try and pry his wrist off. But Caleb had deliberately peeled your shields away until you were bare, simply for these situations, causing you to be weak and dependant, from small actions like refusing to let you peel your oranges, to letting you outside.

You struggled to wriggle your hand out, but he held firmly as he caressed your damp cheeks. “Let go!” You screamed, but he gripped your chin, chuckling darkly. “Come on now, Mei Mei. You know I don’t like sharing my possessions.” You could feel hot tears rolling down your cheek, against your will. You hated how he could make you cry like this, and yet you sought out comfort from only him.

He cooed at you, one could mistaken it mockingly. “It breaks my heart seeing my pretty baby cry because of me..”

“I hate you.”

But how his face contorts into heartbreak makes your words dissolve and burn on your tongue. “I’ve given you everything since we were kids. I’ve loved you since I laid my eyes on you.” He pulls you in, immediately winning the struggle you always attempted to put up, only to lose every time. “I don’t know what’s your fucked up idea of love.” You shriek. “-but this isn’t how I want to be loved!”

Your words that were laced with poison goes unheard as you feel his large hand cup the back of your head and the other patting your back rhythmically. “Gege loves you.”

He murmured. Your emotions were too much, as you fell into his arms, willingly (or not, he had retired you after all) and you sobbed in the crook of his neck. You were dumbed down clearly, just the way Gege liked it as he easily swept you off the ground, your legs already wrapping around his torso like instinct, and he carried you back, away from the door, away from freedom, and back into the cage

. The door immediately shut behind him as he hummed an old childhood lullaby, causing you to weep harder, louder, uglier. You didn’t know if you wanted to push him off or pull him closer.

He had messed with your head, and your consciousness.

And he was fully aware of it. He placed you gently onto the plush bed decorated in stuffies and silk sheets.The harsh grip on your wrist from your Gege had a bruise blossoming, and without missing a beat, your tall capturer had pulled out lotion, taking his gloves off and rubbing the lotion onto your bruise. “Don’t touch me.” You mustered up the courage to bite back with your eyes glimmering from fear and anger; flinching away from him, and crawling yourself into the headboard of the vast bed.

He audibly sighed, kneeling back with his heels supporting him as he still towered over you despite sitting.

“Caleb just wants to keep you safe, you know-“

“stop doing that!” You hiss. “Stop acting like I’m just some child you speak in a weird way to! Stop acting like I’m still your helpless baby sister!”

And then, Caleb laughed, with no real joy to it.

Only a humourless dark chuckle that made you choke back your words, swallowing with a nasty aftertaste. “Oh my darling baby sister…” he whispered, leaning in close, and meeting your eyes dead in the centre. “So sweet, so beautiful, but so naive, arent’cha?” His hand found your shoulder and moved it below to your arm, then torso only to land at your hip. “Tell me, my little bird wanted to escape because-“

“to get away from you.” You spat.

“But how will you do that?”

You swore he could hear your heartbeat.

“What?”

“Think about it.” He said softly.

“You bruise like a delicate flower. Too easily.” He gestured towards your wrist.

“Gege has made sure you didn’t even have to peel or slice any fruit since childhood.” He leaned in closer, you shivered.

“And, I bet you couldn’t even tell me your real name.” Your heartbeat pounded in your head, veins pumping and almost popping out of your sweat and tear-stained skin as you desperately racked your brain.

Your name..

your name…

fuck..

you looked back at him and he gave you a smile that screamed anything but friendly as he watched your realization dawn upon you like an arrow to your chest. “You say you hate me, but do you really?” He whispered You couldn’t answer that.

Because it wasn’t your thoughts anymore. You didn’t know what to feel. Numb. Numbness. That’s all it was, that’s all it felt to you. You were helpless.

“Fuck you..”

but it wasn’t as firm as you hoped it would be, instead, only filled with demotivation, anger at yourself and exhaustion. The door has closed again, and locked. No doubt would Caleb be implementing extra security measures. Hot tears produced as you tried wiping them away furiously.

But obviously, Caleb noticed everything.

“I hate you Caleb.”

You said, voice wobbly.

“I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you. I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you I hate you. ”

But all Caleb did was hold you in his arms as you sobbed, chanting the words you kept trying to tell yourself.

“Shhh.. I know.. I know.. I love you too.” He pressed a kiss to your temple and smoothed out the strands of hair that had been messy since your attempt to escape. As you moved in and out of consciousness, the line between your and his feelings blurring, you realized one thing.

This maze wasn’t the cage.

Not this house.

It was Caleb.

I heart dark Caleb <3333

Caleb Taglist! Open: @vinnox

[angeiulst]

i need caleb this deranged <3

[savagebite]

-Owner!Ghost x hybrid! Bunny! Reader whos foot keeps thumping on the ground as Ghost continues to get to busy to pet them. Maybe cleaning up their bed because they got stains all over it because they ate sweets in it. (Something they weren’t supposed to do)

-Owner!Ghost who sighs as you continue to sneak unhealthy snacks from the pantry. He finds you burrowed in the warm clean laundry nibbling on chocolate. His once clean pants now stained with chocolate. (;¬_¬)

-Owner! Ghost who gets more annoyed as he finds you sitting under the bed while chewing on the wooden bed post. He shoots a look at the pile of chew toys he got for you! Gah he’s so annoyed at how spoiled you’re getting!

-Owner! Ghost who finally has enough and realizes he has to do his least favorite thing and punish his sweet little bunny! He grips your hips and pulls you out from under the bed. (╥_╥)

-Owner! Ghost plopping you on his lap while pulling your cute little shorts down. Your mouth nibbling and licking his fingers. Cute butt on full display, tail wiggling. He mentally calculates to himself how many times you didn’t listen this week. Ten times in total.

-Owner! Ghost’s hand landing on your ass. You stiffen, letting out a small yelp. Trying to wiggle away, he grips your hips harder. (ᗒᗣᗕ)՞

-“You’re going to count- hold still baby- every single spank. Do you know why? Because you were bratty alllll week. Okay?”

-Owner! Ghost who smiles to himself a bit as you start counting. Noticing how you start to leak after the fifth spank. Soft coos telling you how well your doing and how your almost done.

-Owner! Ghost how hugs you and coos as he tells you how well you did. Petting those sweet fluffy ears as you sniffle, your stomach warm with pleasure. （˶′◡‵˶）

[marieecup]

​Simon considers himself a quiet person, only talking when it's necessary or when his opinion is asked. He is used to shouting at the group of goddamn soldiers who think they can do whatever the hell they want during training. That was until he met you—someone even quieter than him. You are a sergeant whose voice is usually heard only by the Captain. It isn't that you have a condition that prevents you from speaking; you are just naturally quiet, always listening, smiling, and paying close attention during meetings. Simon admires that. He admires how patient you are with everyone.

​But today? Simon is sitting on the couch in the common room, reading a book he pulled off the shelf, when he hears it.

​"GOD DAMMIT! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? ARE YOU CRAZY, SOLDIER?"

​A voice echoes from the hall. Who the hell would shout like that? Simon looks up just as you storm into the common room. Your face is flushed red with anger, your jaw is clenched, and your knuckles are white from the tension.

​"These people are fucking useless!" you snap. "They can't even follow basic instructions. How am I supposed to have any patience with them when they’re absolute fucking plonkers?"

​Oh, you are mad. Really mad.

​Simon is instantly hard. He has never heard you like this before, and for some strange reason, he loves the way you look right now—livid because some shitty bastards couldn't follow rules. He takes in the sight of you: your hair messy from where you've been running your hands through it, your breathing heavy and ragged.

​"Hard day?" he asks quietly.

​"Hard? A bloody nightmare."

​You look at him, and Simon feels his cock tighten and ache against his cargo pants. He shifts on the couch, trying to adjust himself so you won't notice the bulge.

​Only God is a witness to how many times Simon has jerked off at night, his fist wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down while thinking of you. He thinks of how beautiful you looked, all mad and frustrated, wishing he were the one who could fuck that attitude right out of you.

Two posts in a row? Holy moly 👹

I'm on vacation so I have absolutely nothing to do with my life. 🥳 hope you like it, now you can ask for any question or request on my profile!

[phoebeselwyn]

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY // barbarianking!simon, f!reader, wife!reader, size difference, pregnancy, rough!simon, titties play, p in v, non con, eventually consensual

part 2

He felt the fullness first.

The calloused palms of his squeezed the flesh, skin melting into his hands so smoothly, so well, it never failed his cock to twitch. No mater if he had any clothes on or was already inside you.

Your nipples perk, like a ears of a dog, wary of any sound, and you humm, not being able to refuse the sound of pleasure escaping your mouth. You used to fight that, you did. On those first weeks, when Simon took you, a trophy from a battle, not carring for you father's dying body on the field.

But Simon knew you were better than him. The old man dropped dead because of the mistake of his own people, all the Simon's warriors were innocent. In this death, and this death only.

He knew your body by heart after those months you've spent in his house. He squeezed, held, cupped, kissed, bit, marked, held every inch of your skin, and made you let out every sound possible.

But the fullness Simon felt against his palms when he cupped your tits, while you were riding him, more eager, more sensitive than usual, that was the moment he knew.

He was stupid enough to let himself believe that you would get used to how the courtship is done in his land. The man and a woman bounded souls by spilling blood on each other hands and licking it, demonstrating the love that was unique, that was fierce.

But you? You were different.

Coming from the place of flowers, murmurs of the streams and warm sunlights, you were different. The only foreign allowed to be beside him, share his meals, his baths, his bed.

You didn't see him carring about you enough to even tell that you were carrying a child of his in your womb.

And somehow this was what made Simon look you at the eye and swear to do better.

For you. For this child.

p.s.: hey! I passed my finals and now the defence of my thesis is awaiting me. let me know if you want more coming from this blurb

tags: @prettybpony @devoted-buttons @mvstercvrd @lilpothoscuttings @other-fandoms-reblogs @eastern-side-of-the-heart @drugs-and-daddyissues @itsnayumenko-blog @rios-st4rs @leahsfantasy @1-800-bobcut @cocolocorococo @hikotaru @cherryv0dk4

[marieecup]

Tw: size difference, size kink.

It all began in the briefing room when the task force returned from a long deployment. Everyone was exhausted after being stuck in those cargo planes for hours. You couldn't get comfortable in your chair; your backside was aching from those shitty, cold, netted seats.

​Price was rambling about information you all already knew, gesturing at diagrams and maps, but your head was somewhere else. You were trying hard not to whine about the pain, scanning the room for anywhere more comfortable to sit. Suddenly, your eyes landed on Ghost’s well-defined, muscular thighs, and dear God, did they look cushioned.

​"Ghost," you whispered, trying not to draw attention to yourselves. "Hey."

​"Wot?" he grunted, his eyes fixed on Price.

​"My ass really hurts from those shitty aircraft seats. I’m literally dying here. I was wondering if I could sit on your lap?" you begged.

​"What? No. We’re in a bloody meeting."

​"Please! It really hurts!"

​Ghost remained silent for a long moment, analyzing the situation. You were just about to give up when you saw him spread his legs and pat his thigh softly. "You bloody nightmare."

​You blinked several times, then immediately crawled onto his lap. Thank God—they were just as comfortable as you’d imagined. It was like sitting on a damn cloud. Seeking even more comfort, you grabbed both of Ghost’s arms and wrapped them around your waist. He was so massive that he simply rested his chin on the top of your head.

​"The next mission will take place on—" Price cut off abruptly in the middle of his sentence, his eyes locked on the two of you.

​"What? My ass hurts; you really should change the bloody seats on the aircraft," you defended yourself against Price’s judgmental stare.

​That didn't stop you, though. From that day on, you were always found in your usual place: perched on Ghost's thighs. Without fail.

Oh I was CRAVING for something like this i just adore how fucking massive this man is RAWR

[janeisoffline]

Losing your virginity to Simon Riley (18+)

Simon hovers above you, his soft eyes burning against your skin, scanning your face to watch for signs of discomfort as his fingers work your pussy. You moan softly when his digits curl inside you, hitting a spot you didn’t even know was there, his thumb circling your clit at the same pace his thick fingers slide in and out of you.

You cover your mouth, embarrassed by the fact that he can feel how wet you are for him despite how inexperienced you are, but he quickly pulls against your wrist, softly placing your hand on his chest instead. Your fingers curl against his skin, nails digging in ever so slightly, all while your body reacts by lifting your hips, squirming around underneath him, begging him for something you’ve never even had.

“Don’t hide from me lovie,” he whispers, voice low and rough around the edges, desire evident regardless of how slow he has to be with you.

You nod, gazing up at him, allowing yourself to feel the way he pleasures you. His calloused fingers slide through your walls, rubbing you inside and outside with his thumb on your sensitive bundle of nerves. All of it is new to you, every single last feeling he is pulling out of you is something you have never experienced.

When he pulls his fingers out, you whimper from the loss of friction, but he quickly takes your mind off of that by sliding his cock through your folds. His head leaks precum against your pussy, and he smears it against your clit before slapping it against you gently. Your body jerks from the feeling, a whine ripping from your throat from the harsh contact somewhere so sensitive, but you wish he will do it again.

Once Simon feels as though you are ready, he notches his tip at your entrance, and your eyes begin to water just from the slight burn. He rests his elbows on either side of your head, digging into the mattress where his arms cage your head in, and he places a feather light kiss to your soft, swollen lips.

He pushes in slowly, and when you cry out, he kisses you harder, swallowing the sounds of pain that have yet to turn into pleasure as if he can’t bear to hear you like this. Pulling away, he stills inside you with only the tip in, rocking ever so slightly without pushing anymore in. Your walls stretch around him, tightly wrapped around his length, slick coating him to make it easier.

“It’s okay. You’re okay… you’re doing so good,” he praises, waiting for your body to adjust, for you to tell him you’re ready for more.

When you nod your head, he pushes in some more, but your body is so tense he can barely sink another inch into you. His thumb quickly finds your clit, and he rubs slow, tight circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves to ease your body into relaxation. You moan louder for him, your body giving in to the pleasure racing through every last inch of you, and your walls relax around him, allowing him to sink the rest of the way in.

Tears well up in your eyes when he stops, fully buried inside of you with his tip leaking precum against your cervix, and he kisses you with the utmost passion. He takes away the pain of your first time, rocking into you slowly, barely pulling out before pushing in again. Your walls mold to him, the burn and stretch from his impossibly large length turning into the most blissful feeling the longer he works your muscles.

"So good for me… you feel so good for me," he praises, resting his forehead against yours, letting your warm breath mingle with his from the proximity.

He pulls out further now, the delicious feeling of his length inside of you consuming everything you know. He takes you slowly, the veins and ridges of his cock sliding through your walls, filling you up to the brim, leaving no space inside of you empty for long.

You moan out from the sensations running through you. Your nipples drag against his chest, your cheeks are wet from tears due to the previous pain, your mouth hangs open from the overwhelming feeling of being so close to the man you love. You whimper and whine, you cry and beg for more, for so much more.

"Goddamit- you're so tight lovie," he curses, your walls wrapped so tightly around him, and he tries his hardest to hold back his release from happening too early.

Arching your back from the mattress, your chest presses against his, and the warmth of his skin floods your body. Your hips meet his every thrust, your body begs for more without you having to say a word, and he meets you there in every way. His fingers find your clit, and he rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves with tight, quick circles. His pace picks up as he begins to pound into you, pulling out until only the tip remains before sinking back in and knocking against your cervix.

It isn't until he slides a pillow under your hips that you truly feel the pleasure he can give you. He thrusts in hard, hitting your sweet spot with precision, and stars burst in your eyes when your lids shut tight.

"F-fuck Si," you cry out, your hands curling around his biceps where your nails dig into his rough skin and you listen to him grunt out from the pleasurable pain of you.

He keeps hitting that same spot, over and over again, devouring the way your body writhes beneath him, knowing he is the first person to ever make you feel this way. Heat pools in your lower belly, unfamiliar and scary, and as it sits there like a coiled spring ready to snap at any given moment, you try to warn him.

"Simon… p-please it feels weird," you whisper, pulling his body closer to yours, unable to control the feeling building inside of you as he continues to please your body.

His thrusts slow, his fingers on your clit matching the same pace, and he moves his mouth to suck in a nipple. It peaks between his teeth, and he sucks, bites, licks against the sensitive bud until you're writhing again despite the slow pace. He builds up your orgasm, knowing what it is even if you don't, and he reassures you the best way he can.

"Just let it happen lovie," he says, slowly picking up his pace again, angling his hips to hit that sweet spot buried so deep inside of you.

The feeling builds again, undeniable and intense, and before you can protest, his lips find yours and he swallows the words right out of your mouth. He thrusts into you fast, deep, hard, anything to push you over the edge that your body so desperately craves. Your walls tighten around him, pulsing and clenching with need, your body becomes rigid and your muscles draw taut.

Cum gushes from your entrance, soaking his length in your pleasure, leaving rings of cream around his base as he continues to fuck you through your peak. You squirm beneath him, the feeling so foreign and addicting, and you give your body to him, knowing he can take care of you in every single way it demands.

"That's it… you did so good for me," he whispers, placing kisses along your jaw, moving down the length of your neck where he finds the spot on your soft, salty skin that makes you weak.

His hips roll against yours, his release inevitable as he chases it, and with a guttural groan and a few more thrusts, he's burying himself to the hilt. Long, thick ropes of warm cum flood your pussy, spurting out with each pulse of his cock, coating your walls in everything he has to give. He pumps himself in and out, slow with unsteady movements and jerky hips, until your pussy drains every last drop of his seed.

Simon collapses on top of you, his body warm and sweaty against your own, and you wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist to pull him even closer. He stays inside you until his cock softens and your body grows exhausted, and then he pulls out and cleans up the mess with his tongue, promising you that he will have you squirming on his face as soon as he can catch his breath.

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[xiayizhou04]

if you don't believe it, try it on me ☆ [cw] incest

part 1: chest problems? caleb can help

It’s become routine. Daily, even. 

Nobody who catches sight of your newfound acts of comfort bats an eye anymore. Nobody except for gran, who continues to give you disturbed and disapproving looks. 

“Caleb, take your hands out from underneath her shirt,” your grandma says sternly. Her wrinkles deepen as she frowns, pushing her reading glasses into her hair. “I don’t know how many times I need to say this. You are siblings. You don’t touch your little sister this way.” 

“She’s comfortable. And knock before you come in. Don’t make me install a lock on the door.” Caleb stares back, as if challenging her. “Plus,” he presses his nose into your hair, “she’s sleeping. I don’t want to wake her up, do you?” 

“This is hardly appropriate,” she replies instead, like a broken record, standing in front of where you both lie in Caleb’s bed. Her gaze holds disappointment and disgust. “I expected better from you. As her elder brother.” 

“I’m doing a fine job,” Caleb mutters. “I’d do anything for her. And that includes taking care of all of her needs.” 

Half sick of their arguing and half annoyed at the interrupted silence, you snuggle closer to him, hoping your actions will cease their arguments. Your movement effectively does its job without forcing you to admit that you’re awake. 

“Just yell when dinner is ready,” Caleb sighs as he affectionately runs his hand through your hair. “I’ll stay here and keep my baby sister company until then.” 

“Whatcha thinkin’ about, sis?” Caleb’s chin is hooked over your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist and hands comfortably cupping your breasts. 

“Nothing,” you sigh, pushing your back against his chest. “This movie is boring.” 

“To you, maybe,” he muses, but doesn’t argue. “Do you want to watch something else?” 

“I want to get up.” Your butt is sore, body stiff from Caleb not letting you go for hours. The couch isn’t the most comfortable place ever. “You said that if we keep massaging them they’ll grow bigger but I haven’t seen a difference. Don’t tell me you tricked me again.”

“I didn’t,” Caleb denies quickly. “It really does work. I researched it for you, remember?” 

The pads of his fingers dig into the soft flesh of your chest, as if reprimanding you for doubting him.

“I don’t see or feel a difference,” you argue, frustration bleeding into your voice. 

“Stop raising your voice at your big brother,” Caleb blows a puff of air at your ear. “Be good.” 

You sulk, falling limp in his hold. “I hate you.” 

“No, you don’t,” he says easily, tone light. “How about this?” Caleb helps you turn around in his lap, brushing his nose against yours intimately as his thumbs trace circles on your hips. 

“What?” 

He smiles at your impatience. “Why don’t we test it on me too? Then you can conduct this ‘experiment’ using your own rules, and see the results for yourself.” 

You blink, raising your hands to press your palms to his pecs. “You want bigger boobs?” 

“Would you like me less if I had them?” 

“No,” you shake your head, eyes trained on his chest as you squeeze. 

“We can start right now if you want,” he continues smoothly. “It’s not like you were paying attention to the movie, anyway.” 

“You aren’t either!” 

“Now I’m not,” Caleb corrects you, tapping your forehead before taking your hands gently. He guides you towards his abdomen, letting your fingertips glide up his muscles to take in every ridge and texture. 

“Gēge,” you huff, squirming at the growing tension. 

“Patience, I’ll let go and let you do your thing in a second.” Caleb pushes your hands higher, until the peaks of his nipples rest between your index and middle fingers. 

Dragging your eyes away from his chest you take in his reaction, your own flush flooding your cheeks when you notice the red tips of his ears. 

…And the big tent in his pants. 

“Freak. Freaky, dummy, big brother Caleb.” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he breathes out, voice cracking when you squeeze experimentally. “I’m just such a pervert for you, sis.” 

Caleb lets go of your hands, letting you massage and squeeze his pecs to your own liking. Your head is foggy and your fingers move subconsciously, mind distracted rather than focused on criticizing Caleb’s massage techniques. 

“Your chest is already big from working out,” you mutter, pinching and pulling at his nipples between your fingers. 

Caleb groans, throwing his head back. “Don’t be so rough.” His voice is raspy, fingers digging into your waist as you disregard his request. 

You pull his shirt up and expose his red, stiffening nipples. They’re swollen and puffy, and you wonder what it’ll look like if you bite them. 

“I’ll be as rough as you are with me so you know how sore I get,” you huff, lowering your head. You blow on his nipple gently and his hips buck up, grinding his crotch against yours. “Stay still, gēge!” 

“Sorry, sorry,” he gulps. “Just, go easy on me?” He has a sheepish grin on his face, and a slight glow from receiving this much attention from you. 

“Just—whatever. I will help you with this every day,” you declare, rubbing your thumbs against the stiff peaks. “You have to listen to me, okay?” 

Caleb nods. 

“Say thank you.” 

“Thank you, baby sister,” he murmurs as he wets his bottom lip with a swipe of his tongue. “You’re so sweet for helping big brother.”

You nod in approval, leaning down once again to take his nipple into your mouth. His whole body jerks, and moans tumble from his mouth. He doesn’t bother to ignore the rise in his pants anymore. 

“Lil’ sis,” he rasps, pushing down on your hips to feel more friction on his cock. “Haah, you think the same technique will give us the same results here?” 

Caleb bucks his hips up, letting his cock press between the fat of your cunt, visible through your thin pants. 

“Hey!” You pinch his nipples hard, but Caleb groans in pleasure instead, wrapping his strong arms around your middle to pull you close. His head drops to your shoulder, teeth biting your skin to hold back his moans. 

“Fuck, just—” Caleb starts to rut into you like a dog, his swollen length rubbing against your chubby folds. “Stay still and be good for me, sis. We’re just experimenting to see if massaging will work down there, too.” 

Each pass at your clit makes you forget about the rebuttals and arguments you want to say, head tilting back as Caleb does all the work, bruising your neck and pushing you to orgasm. 

“I want to help,” you stutter, eyes blinking rapidly as you start to grind down on him. Pride flickers through your chest when Caleb moans. It makes you more eager to help your big brother, grinding and pulling at his hair. 

“You already are, baby. Just keep grindin’ your cute lil’ pussy on your big brother’s cock,” he says, words slurred as he shuts his eyes tight. 

Your brother’s cock. The words land heavy and hot, being spoken outright, making your cunt clench around nothing.  

You nod frantically, tugging his head back by his hair, exposing his bobbing Adam’s apple. You think about leaving marks that gran would see at breakfast. You think about her frown and the way she'd look at you both, and you want it.

Because then everyone would know.  

“I’m close, gēge. Give me more…!” 

"Gonna cum on your big brother's cock like you did last night? And the night before?" His voice cracks on the last word, desperation bleeding through the teasing. 

Caleb’s hips stutter at your pleas. His hand reaches down to press his thumb against your throbbing clit through the damp fabric, rubbing quick circles.

“Go on. Cum for big brother, before gran comes back and scolds us again.” With a couple more thrusts up Caleb spills ropes into his pants, creamy, sticky semen seeping through his pants and against your cunt. 

The warmth of his release and friction against your clit make you whine, tumbling into your own climax. Your wetness pools in your panties, smearing against his bulge as you ride out your high, the mess a testament of your desire for one another. 

“We have to clean up quickly,” you mutter. “I don’t want to get in trouble if gran sees the mess on the couch.” 

Caleb shrugs. “The couch has seen worse.” A comfortable silence fills the air as you melt into him. The tip of his index finger dips under the band of your pants, tracing the rim of your panties. 

“…Think I can keep those? For the experiment, of course.” 

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[sunicala]

“wait, turn back ‘round on your tiptoes t’the cabinet.”

a tsk rolls off your tongue. raising an eyebrow at the phone’s camera, you lean back briefly on the kitchen counter. the movement results in your worn-out house shirt riding up again, and a peek of bare thigh jumps out for the world to see.

caleb, unashamed and slightly grainy through the screen, stares back. his eyes are alight with that familiar violet hue of mirth—a gaze you know only means trouble.

“what? can’t a guy support his girlfriend in tryna reach the top shelf? c’mon, i’ll watch ya in case y’fall.”

“i know what you’re up to,” you accuse. “freak.”

squinting, you can make out a hand of his raising in surrender. he’s laughing, the sound music to your ears, and you can’t help the smile that tugs at your own lips.

“ah, caught me red-handed, pips.” caleb fakes a wounded tone, wiping away air tears for dramatic effect. “guess i’ll just need t’be punished when i get back from my mission, eh?”

the kettle whistles from across the kitchen. you hold back an eye roll as you move to settle the boiling water down, eventually working your way back to grab your favorite mug from the top shelf.

“keep it in your pants, colonel. you still have three days to go.”

it’s eerily quiet as you reach with all your might for the cup handle that’s just barely outside your grasp. it taunts you, teetering on the edge of the cabinet shelf—designed just high enough to forever humiliate you, until caleb, as always, comes to the rescue.

ceramic brushes your fingertips; in your excitement, you cheer all too early, and a jerk of your hand has you pushing your mug farther inside the cabinet.

you swallow back a sigh.

“whatever,” you mumble, beginning to hoist yourself up on the counter. it’s right there, it’s so close, your fingers take hold of the handle and you can already taste your drink—

“holy shit, those panties the lace ones? m’favorite ones?”

crash!

[sylxst]

doggy with caleb but his hips are so damn powerful and mean you can’t keep yourself up. no matter how many times you prop yourself on your hands and knees, it pitifully ends up being a prone bone situation. he’s laughing as he knocks you back on your stomach, “aww pipsqueak am I being too wough?” while pinning your head down so you don’t bother trying to get up again. he likes you like that: with no choice but to take his cock. completely under his mercy.

[kill4ill]

caleb just can’t seem to let you out of his sight on his birthday

"wouldn’t you like to know?" he hisses, kissing you all over your face, pounding into you so fast yet so passionately that you almost reached a state of utopia where you came alot of times.

"c-caleb i can’t take it anymore s-slow dow— aah-" yours moans were barely controllable due to him not being able to keep up with his own pace because dear oh dear he was determined to make you feel so good that when you do cum, your whole body shakes uncontrollably.

“that’s it, baby,” caleb growls against your ear, voice thick and wrecked, “let go for me again. wanna feel you squeezing my cock just like that- fuck, pipsqueak, we can get closer.”

his hips snap harder, making you shiver, cake and sweat make everything slippery and messy between you two, your breasts bouncing with the force of it as he drives into you. he latches onto one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while his fingers dig into your thigh, spreading you wider for him.

you cum again with a broken cry, your slippery walls fluttering and clenching around his thick cock so intensely it almost pushes him out. but caleb doesn’t stop. he fucks you straight through it, groaning low and filthy as your orgasm milks him.

“good girl… my perfect little pipsqueak,” he praises between heavy breaths, kissing your tear streaked cheeks and swollen lips. “one more. give me one more, baby. i know you can.”

his pace turns punishing, cock dragging against that perfect spot inside you over and over. one of his hands slips between your bodies, thumb circling your sensitive clit in tight, messy strokes. the overstimulation has you sobbing his name.

only then does caleb let himself go. he buries his face in your neck, hips stuttering as he thrusts deep one final time and spills inside you with a guttural moan of your name, filling you up until you feel warm and full.

you both stay like that for a while, panting, bodies sticky with cake and cum and sweat. caleb finally lifts his head, eyes soft despite how wrecked he looks, and presses gentle kisses all over your face again.

"you okay, baby?" he whispers, voice hoarse but full of love. "this right here pips- has to be the best birthday gift ever… but i’ll run that bath now, yeah? then we can get all messy again after."

“well um- yeah… no…”

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[monstersholygrail]

Werewolf bf was the biggest tease you had ever met. From your very first date with him to over a year later now you have never met a bigger tease than this wolfman.

It started on your first date, the two of you standing in front of your door at the end of night. Werewolf bf towers over you, “saying goodbye”, his fangs grazing along the curve of your neck. You gasp, hands gripping his jacket as you bare your neck for him. Waiting with bated breath, not knowing what to expect yet wanting anything he’ll give you.

A clawed finger taps near your pulse point and you shiver, leaning into him. “Someday and someday soon, I’m gonna sink my teeth into your tender flesh and finally claim you as mine,” Werewolf bf growls, his dark gaze on your neck and imagining his mark branded into that pretty skin of yours.

Having waited through months and months of being friends and weeks of talking about being more his patience was hanging by a thread. And so was yours. But he wanted to do this right. He wouldn’t fuck things up with you.

“So do it,” you moan, your pussy doing more of the talking than your head at the moment. Luckily Werewolf bf only chuckles and nips playfully at the skin, causing you to draw in a sharp breath.

“Not yet.” Is all he said before kissing you sweetly and wishing you a goodnight.

The next time was during your first time together. Like the gentleman he is he waited till after the third date rule and beyond that, only making his move when you showed you were ready. Of course you had been more than ready after the first but he really made you think about it. What it would mean to both of you to take that step when he was planning for a forever and not something rushed.

You mewl, long and loud as he ruts into you like the feeling of your pussy finally gripping his shaft has sent him into a feral spiral. The headboard slams against the wall with every stroke, leaving cracked plaster in its wake. But he’d destroy is entire house if it means making you cum on his cock.

He’s been reduced to nothing more than a growling beast, drunk off your pussy that milked him so desperately. It takes everything he has not to knot you right there and now. But the first time for that deserves something even more special. Every milestone with you worth something to celebrate.

Eager to reach deeper and deeper inside of you his claws grip your plush thighs and hike them up over his shoulders, opening you up so he can start picking up pace.

Your pussy opens up like a flower and you can feel him stretching out your walls, molding them to shape of his dick. Never letting you forget just who owns your sweet heat now and who gets you feeling like this.

It answers to his every stroke, responding to his every moment as he stimulates your nerves and drives you almost as wild as him with lust. The sensation has him keeling over, his snout nuzzling into the curve of your neck. Burying himself in your warmth in any way he can. Needing to get closer, to feel more of you.

That’s when a wicked idea pierces his mind. Drool pools in his mouth and his fangs ache to finally sink inside your throat. There’s no closer way he could get than that. But would it be enough? No, nothing could ever be enough when you feel this perfect.

Almost as if you can read his mind you whimper, hips jerking up weakly after he’s pounded you into a puddle of mush on the bed. Then you bare your neck to him in submission like you were begging for more, begging for everything. He wants to give it to you, everything you ask.

Yet seeing how needy you are for it has his playful instincts flaring to life. A small smirk creeps up on his face and his thrusts even begin to slow. You immediately whine in protest, your arms too weak to do anything but grip and yank at the sheets. Babbles of complaints fall past your lips that he cant help but chuckle at.

“Not… yet,” he says breathlessly, forcing the words out no matter how much they pain him to say.

When you’ve both calmed down a few hours later he does get a very stern scolding from you about teasing and playing games. You get the strange feeling he’s not really listening and instead just staring at you with amusement and stars in his eyes.

His love of you or of driving you to the brink of insanity (in more way than one) so clear that it just makes you fume with anger, on the verge of a full blown explosion.

You’ll get him back. In some way. Deciding now that it’s the only way. You will. No matter what you have to do you’ll give him a taste of his own medicine. This time it’ll be your turn to tease and edge him. Then maybe he’ll finally start taking you and your wants seriously. Patience was a term you’ve long since forgotten and you’re ready to play ball now.

And you had just the plan to do it.

It was a fool proof plan honestly. Luring Werewolf Bf in under the guise of having a little smutty surprise for him. Something he was always up for. But what he didn’t expect was for you to suddenly pounce on him and wrangle him onto the bed. Slipping a few werewolf certified chains around his wrists and ankles to tie him to the bed.

At least the shocked look on his face had given you enough of that impression. Then it was finally your moment. The ultimate payback. Giving him exactly what he’s deserved.

You use him. In the most primal of senses. Probably in a way your bf would’ve respected in other situation.

Riding his cock you bring yourself to orgasm after orgasm, demanding he count every one that he ever denied you. After a bit of resistance he did. Yet you could see his expression grow darker, more feral, with each number that slipped past his lips.

Though you were far too busy to notice. Even if you did you don’t think you’d care. Far too drunk off his dick to think about the future consequences of your actions. Every inch of your body was buzzing with explosive pleasure. Mind nothing but a sweet fog that pulsed waves of sensation throughout your form.

As if you could ground yourself in him. The scratching of your nails down his chest as he thrashed and snarled beneath you, demanding back control did nothing but turn you on and drive you to ride him harder. All while denying him his own release like he had yours.

“Babygirl… that’s enough,” he growled, yanking against the chains. His eyes flashed as you merely giggled. “Let me go right now and I promise I won’t go hard on you. Much.”

But you were so so close. That specific heat that burned within you lit up, signaling your release. Just one more and then you’ll have mercy.

So instead of slowing down, of stopping entirely, you sped up. Your boyfriend snapped his jaws at you, basically foaming at the mouth. His claws dug into the chains, having been working them over as hard as he’s worked you this whole time. As close to breaking them as you are to cum.

“You have until the count of three. Then all bets are off f’you,” he warned in a low rumble, eyeing dangerously the place where your bodies meet with each wet plap, plap, plap.

You sped up a little more, determined to cum on his cock again. The low ‘one… two… thre—‘ only made you more desperate. But before you knew it he was saying the final number and the snapping of chains overwhelmed the moans that left you.

For a moment the both of you just paused. Then a slow smirk spread across his lips.

“Run.”

Your body moved before your brain could even catch up to what was going on. You scrambled off of him and started running, maybe for your life. This was a game and you knew he’d catch you and really give it to you now. But it also sent shocks down your arms and fueled you to go faster, to play into it. Making him go a little more crazy than he already was.

Of course you didn’t get very far. You were only a human while he was a whole werewolf. You only got out to the backyard when you felt it. The feeling of his claws pricking at your shoulders a moment before you both tumbled down.

Werewolf bf caught your fall and the two of you rolled through the grass. Your screams echoed through the night as you felt his cock slide back into your wet cunt with ease. It was so dark out you could see anything.

So all you could do was feel every drag of his throbbing cock along your walls. The way he stretches you and grinds his length in as deep as he can go. The friction explosive and undeniably euphoric.

“You just had to play around, didn’t you? Mess up all my plans, make me desperate,” he snarls and you jolt at the sudden sound of his voice.

But his claws dig into your plush waist, marking you and slamming you back down his cock as if you’re trying to escape.

“You’re finally gonna get everything you want, baby,” he purrs right in your ear, bringing back that knot in your belly so close to bursting.

It only took a few more thrusts to throw you over that peak. When you felt his knot poke and nudge at your entrance it completely undid you. With a roar he slams it in just as you climax around him, your cries heard probably throughout the entire neighborhood. Maybe the whole city at the way you scream and buck into the grinding of his dick and knot.

Werewolf Bf works you through it, holding out for as long as he can until he cums right after you. His entire frame covers yours and at the moment his knot expands, locking you two together as he starts to cum, his teeth sink into your flesh. Marking you as his. Permanently.

The two of you rock into each other like you’ve both gone completely mental. It isn’t until your orgasms have ebbed away and the night air is quiet does a bit of clarity come back to you. The only sounds are your heavy breathing which still manages to stir a little something up inside of you.

“Now there’s really no escape,” he says breathlessly and your poor swollen pussy pulses in response. Already ready to make good on that promise.

[dmitriene]

very much old draft.

𐔌 cw: size kink. .ᐟ

simon's riley cock so big you can take just a tip, he's aware of his own size, the thick, veiny girth with mushroom tip that no one could take before at all. even sucking him off is a real struggle, making your lips stretch uncomfortably, sensitive skin left torn in the corners, aching and stinging. so you found another way to make you both enjoy this.

not just with your palm, although he enjoys the feel of your smooth, tight fist stroking his warm cock, length pulsing and throbbing, beading precum down your fingers and knuckles. the sight is enough to make him near his orgasm, abdominal muscles tensing, rippling as simon grunts and moans. biting at his pale lip, hips bucking up to fuck in the tight squeeze.

rudy crown of his cock coated with beading, glistening drops of precum, as simon slaps his still hard shaft against the puffy, slick folds of your pussy. your hips squirming at the feeling, moaning short and sweet, and he shudders at both the feeling and the sight of you. spreading your pretty cunt, showing your pulsing, wet hole that waits for him, as he rubs down, smearing the tacky liquid from his length against your fluttering lips.

making you arch up into the feeling, grasp onto his forearm that is braced next to your head, nails sinking into the ink tattooed over his pale skin. his leaky tip breaches your hole, sinking along the snug, warm walls of your pussy, feeling every pulse and clamp that is already makes simon tremble. thighs tensing as they pump forward, sheathing in as much of his gorged girth as he can.

simon ruts in messily, unstoppable in his sloppy, frantic thrusts, groaning and grunting at the feeling, sweat dripping down his rippling back as he tenses against the tingling sensation. lightheaded to the point where his eyes turn opaque, pupils dilated, drunk at the fast approaching orgasm that pools low in his stomach. your mewling gasps a tumbling background to the rising, slick squelch of your cunt.

you both cling to this sparkling feeling, how good it feels, being so close to sink fully into your tiny, needy hole that clenches in rapid pulses around him. but simon has to hold back, calloused palm splaying across at your fattened clit, brushing a thumb over, rolling. it's enough to make your tight gummy walls clench down harshly, gushing unexpectedly, bringing him to his release faster than ever.

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[monstersholygrail]

Stricken By Beauty

your body is his muse…

synopsis: approaching a random man at an art gallery you never would’ve expected to meet the artist. And when he invites you back to his place he helps give you an idea of his inspirations.

pairing: Yandere!Artist x fem!reader

content: making out, rough sex, praise, fingering, hair pulling, cum eating, clit smacking, orgasm control, pussy drunk, overstimulation, clitoral stimulation, fucked out on dick, painting you in cum, aftercare.

Yandere!Artist stared down at his art, encased in glass like it was something precious. Meanwhile he loathed it. While everyone was begging his manager to let them host it in their galleries he wanted to burn it to ash.

To watch it wither away like the love that had created it. And that’s when he saw it, a blurred figure appeared in the glass like a blossoming Pheonix rising from the ashes.

“Do you like the painting?” Your voice asks and it echos straight into his soul.

He whirled around to face you, half convinced you weren’t real at first but rather an angel. But as he met your gaze he was left breathless by your beauty and thoughtfulness.

“You look like you’re burning lasers into that piece so I can’t imagine your answer is yes,” you said amusedly. Yet he was still struggling to respond.

“It, uh, has some bad memories attached to painting it,” he admitted as he felt those bad emotions fade before you.

Your eyes went comically wide. Apparently not realizing that you were standing in front of the piece’s creator. Apologies awkwardly sputtered from your lips and as professional as he tried to be he couldn’t help but crack a grin. Letting you see it with a cute quirk of his head.

Yandere!Artist saw the next sorry die on your tongue and his grin widened. So reactive. He wondered what else he could make you do.

If this was how you reacted untouched and teasing then what pretty faces and sweet noises would you make for him once he got his hands on you? He’d touch every curve and drip until he could sculpt out a replica.

So he asked to show you around the gallery if only to spend a little more time with you. Something about you utterly fascinated him. And while the two of you walk through the exhibits he found himself asking to listen to your feelings about the art instead of talking himself. Another strange phenomenon he blamed you for.

Together you walked around the gallery countless times. The two of you lost in a flow of endless conversation till the place closed. A flicker of annoyance shot through him as a guard informed him they need to leave for the night.

Even as he left the two of you alone you lingered, not wanting to part. He sensed you lean in closer to him, sensed the hope. It would be a bad idea, he shouldn’t. Not again.

“Would you like to come to my place for a nightcap?” He asked as he whirled around to face you.

At first he expected you to take things slowly. You looked like the shy type. But the second the door shut behind him you pounced. As his lips met yours in a messy desperate kiss he knew he was gone for you.

His hands roamed all over your curves as he stumbled with you toward his bedroom. Hands memorized every inch. When your feet hit the edge of his bed he spins you around and folds you over in half. His feet kick your knees apart and pull down your clothes, gazing closely at the wet stain on your panties.

“Tsk, messy girl. Someone’s gonna have to clean this up.”

He ghosted his fingers along your clothed folds, listening to you gasp and tremble against him. Long strings of white gooey essence stretches wide as he pushes your panties aside, a long grown leaving him at the sight.

Then his fingers spread your folds open to the cool air till your arousal drips on the floor. Only then does he swipe his long digits down your slit, swirling them around your clit and exploring everything. Cataloguing every reaction you give him.

Fuck, he’s had enough, needing you on his cock this instant. You whimper so prettily as he withdraws and sheds himself of his clothes. Then he’s kissing up your frame, hand curling in your hair like the stroke of a brush, and he pull. Hard. Till your back is arched so nicely for him.

Yandere!Artist loved seeing you cry out at the jolt of pain combined with the sensation of feeling his long length spearing through your drenched folds.

Using the opportunity of having your mouth parted for him he stuffs his wet fingers in there, ordering you to suckle on them and taste how soaked you get for him.

He shuddered as your screams of pleasure vibrate on his hand while he works you down his shaft. Fuck, every part of you is like heaven. It’s as though a muse is caressing him as your silken walls glide down his cock and suck him in deeper with every thrust.

As needy to be inside you the same way you are. His free hand moves down to your belly, pressing on the bulging imprint of his cock and it’s like something in him snaps.

He ruts into you harder and harder every time you scream for more around his fingers. With his hold he keeps you pinned against him, not giving you a second to breathe without him filling up your entire being.

The force of his thrusts driving in so deep it’s like he’s rearranging your guts and leaving a permanent place for his cock to live. A shudder rolls through him and he presses against your back like he could merge you two together.

With a swivel his hips he desperately looked for your sweet spots until you wail harshly, your back arching to take him impossibly deeper. A near manic bubble of laughter leaves him.

“Did I find it, huh, pretty? Look at her thanking me so nice. I’m fuckin’ spoiling this pussy,” he rasps in your ear. Then in a blink of an eye he slips his fingers out of your mouth and smacks one, two, three wet swats right on your swollen sensitive clit.

Yandere!Artist watches like a predator who’s finally caught their prey when your body jolts forward, strangled shrieks echoing against the wall as you cum. The way your cunt clamps down and milks his cock for everything that it’s worth sends him into the ultimate state of bliss.

By now he’s so drunk on your pussy as he fights to fuck you through it no matter how hard you’re suffocating and squeezing his cock.

“C’mon, mmph, gimme more. I know you can do it, baby. Paint my cock with your cum, wanna drown in you,” he groans, lost in the sensation of having you wrapped around him.

It takes all the strength he has left to work you through your release, talking you through it the whole way, and continues right into the next. Even as you whine and squirm beneath him he just starts building you up again. He knows how sensitive you are.

Every tremor of your body coils back up his cock, making him tingle all over. His face falls into your neck and he inhales the scent of your sweat glistening on you.

“Hmm, not done with you yet, muse. Just one more. It’ll be quick.”

Yandere!Artist lies to you so sweetly but he can’t help himself when it comes to you. He fucks into you nice and slow for this one. Basking in the feeling of you throbbing against the veins on his length. You two just fit together like two broken puzzle pieces.

He’s falling.

He knows he’s falling again. The warning bells are nothing but white noise as he grinds the leaking angry tip of his dick into your gummy cervix till you’re nothing but a fucked out mess on the bed.

Yandere!Artist needs to cum so bad yet doesn’t want the moment to end. But the sight of you covered in his cum is too hard to resist. So his hand slips back between your legs, much gentler this time, and expertly rubs your clit. Not wanting to finish until you have. Just like he begged you for.

He waits to the point you cum where his fingers on your clit quicken but he pulls out with a sharp jerk of his hips at the same time. He was so close. So close to coming inside of you.

Instead he shoots spurt after spurt all over your back, painting you in his release. It’s the closest thing to a masterpiece he’s ever made.

Afterwards, taking care of your every need, cleaning you up and whispering sweet nothings about how good you were for him and how perfect you felt, the lovely noises you made, and all about how much he wants to keep you. He drags you into his embrace and molds his front to your back. You fall asleep surrounded by his warmth and comfort.

The next morning he finds you walking around his studio. Stopping in front of a painting that looks eerily similar to the one you saw last night at the gallery. He comes up and hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. Wanting to see everything through your eyes.

“Are these part of a series, what are they supposed to represent?” You ask softly in the undisturbed light of morning.

Yandere!Artist chuckles at your question but squeezes you tighter. As if afraid that you’ll disappear any minute.

“They’re actually paintings I make whoever an ex of mine breaks up with me. It’s just a freak accident that one gained so much popularity.”

Your lips twist into a frown as you stare at the bold red painting. “Well now I regret complimenting it so much,” you say as if displeased imagining him with someone else.

Yandere!Artist grins at your response as it feeds the dark hungry side of himself that wants to wrap you up and never let you go.

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on ever having to make another one of these again,” he murmurs and places a chaste kiss on your pulse before letting you go.

It takes a moment for his words to properly sink in. They’re sweet words, really. So you have no idea why they unnerve you so much as you watch him waltz over to the kitchen, whistling a happy tune.

[luvyizhou]

18+ mdni | obsessed yandere caleb🤤 i mean obsessed yandere caleb🤤 sorry i meant obsessed yander

TW. kinda stalkerleb, gege/calling him older brother, dubcon i feel like, dryhumping, he cums in his pants, unread and unedited i’m sorry :(

as a child, caleb’s protective and overbearing nature was seen as cute. the way he’d trail after you had always made the older women in your neighborhood coo over what a doting older brother he was. even you kinda liked it—the fact your handsome gege who had so many admirers only had eyes for you.

eventually though, it began to lose its charm. he still acted the same; calling you everyday, asking why you were out late, who you were hanging out with—the only difference was that you guys were adults. you had done everything together as kids, but now you had your own life, one that caleb didn’t have the right to intrude on whenever he felt like it.

you tried to pull away, put distance between the two of you, but somehow he always managed to get even closer than before.

your weekly calls were filled with questions asking how that coworker you liked is doing, something you couldn’t recall telling him about.

the café you stopped by after work was now his favourite place too, conveniently bumping into you every time you were there.

whenever you asked how he knew all this, he’d simply shrug.

“you tell me things.”

you bit your lip, palms clamming up at his intense gaze. “i never told you that.”

he’d smile, “lucky guess.”

it should’ve sounded charismatic with that sweet eye smile of his, but instead it left a strange feeling sitting heavy in your stomach.

you never stayed mad at him for long though. how could you? he really was the perfect, most caring older brother anyone could ask for. like every time a date canceled, one after another dropping like flies, he’d be there with a bag of your favourite takeout in hand.

“since you’re free now,” he’d say, already raising it to show you.

you never even had to text him before he was showing up, swiping away your tears and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he walked you back to your place.

“he was a loser anyway. barely makes enough to spoil my princess, you’re too good for him”

an alarm went off in your head at the comment, curious as to why or how he knew your dates salary when even you didn’t, but you didn’t have the chance to ask as he lead you inside. he placed the bags of food on the counter before turning to your figure, watching you take your shoes and coat off.

“i’m jus’ saying…maybe you don’t have to look that far for a perfect guy.” you quirked a brow at his words, a shiver running down your spine when you realized he was staring down at you. “i’m always gonna be here. i know all your favourite things. no one else is gonna understand your life like i do.”

he punctuated each word with a step towards you, leaning down once he had you crowded against the wall. “i read your diary pips. i know you’ve thought about it.”

warm breath fanned against your face as your cheeks tinted red. “w-what are you talking—“

“i wonder if caleb leaves the uniform on during sex, or if he uses that interrogation stick. id kill to have him order me around like a dog. those are your words, right?”

you slowly nodded with shame as everything began to click, how he knew all the small details about your life without you telling him. before you dwelled on it too much, he spoke again.

“wanna try some of those thoughts out?”

not giving you a chance to respond, caleb pressed a hungry kiss to your mouth, tongue immediately licking the seam of your lips before wrapping around your own. you barely registered what was happening as he picked you up, pressing his bulge into your hot core as he continued his assault on your mouth. “taste so fuckin good…even better than i imagined”

a whine left your throat when he nipped at your bottom lip, pulling away with a growl before kissing down your neck. “c-cay, maybe let’s take it slow?”

he pulled away from your neck, an already fucked our expression in his eyes before he chuckled darkly. “y’know that’s not what you call me…”

he watched you swallow, an audible gulp sounding through the room. “g-gege…” you whined, the endearing term making caleb thrust particularly hard against your clothed cunt.

“good fuckin’ girl…” he growled, going back to marking your neck. “gonna leave these for everyone to see. even if you try n go on another date, they’ll know you belong to me.”

his lips trailed to your pulse point, tongue flicking against it before he began to suck harshly, hips relentlessly grinding against you. your heart raced with every movement, pulling at his brown locks for stability.

“m-my girl…you’re mine, pips” he whined, thrusts turning erratic. you felt a wet spot bleeding onto your jeans as he slowed down, still holding you against the wall as he panted into the crook of your neck. just as you thought he was about to put you down, caleb carried you towards your room, throwing you onto the bed as he shrugged off his coat.

“i’m not done yet.”

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