Misskitty3000

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[misskitty3000]

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BIG DOG ! 🐶

a / n : well , well , well . im back on my pet play bullshit but this time its 10x worse ! here's my puppy!emre :3c !!! everybody call him a good boy... (crossposted to ao3!)

— NSFW ⠀ : tags ★ , puppy!emre except he's a BIG dog ^^, excessive cum, knots, creampie, blahablahabalah smut smut smut, very obvious breeding kink from emre, sniffing kink???, freak4freak, also 3.5k words :>

reblogs , likes , are appreciated ! comments are vv wanted!!

You were more of a cat person overall, but, seeing the poor little doggy on the side of the road truly pulled at your heartstrings.

You took him home, had him lay in your lap the entire ride. He was a cute little thing, like a husky but with dark reddened fur and two white patches that slide right underneath his tiny ears.

Once in a lifetime dog. He's yours now, you feed him, bathe him, water him, like he's your little baby. He has the tiniest barks too! Small yips that shake his whole entire body, it’s adorable. Cute little teeth match his barks, small canines that show whenever he yawns big before curling up at your side and nuzzling his head into your thighs. 

The little dog stays by your side as close as possible, during walks he never steps too far ahead and never yanks on his leash. It’s a mystery why anyone would abandon such a good pup. 

You’re laying in bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone as your doggy snuggles up against your chest, his eyes are stuck on your face as he lets out the smallest whine, gathering your attention.

You peek, “Hm? What is it?” you shuffle to lean up a bit, hand ruffling through the fur atop his tiny head, “Hungry? You already ate though..” you hum, and he closes his eyes. Guess he was just tired. You hope he doesn’t have some sort of sickness, but you had him checked at the vet already, despite how uncomfortable he looked afterward— it was all clear. 

You pick his sleepy body up and lay him next to you, the both of you letting out big yawns as you plug your phone in for the night. It’s dark now, soft pattering on the window from the rain, in the background echoes thunder. Your puppy curls up into your neck, soft snores exiting from his tiny body as he snuggles, licking at his lips before effortlessly falling asleep. You fall asleep soon after. 

Snore… “Guh..” ….Snooore… “Grrgh..” … Growling?  

“Mmh.. you okay?” you ask without opening your eyes, ruffling his hair underneath your fingertips. Feels bigger than usual. Actually, a lot feels bigger. Bigger breathing against your neck, big.. Hands.. Lay against your waist, promptly squeezing whenever you wiggle.

You finally peel your eyes open.

You’re met with a stranger’s face who is sleeping soundly in front of you, dog ears twitching on his head as he snores, before baring his fangs in a tiny growl. You shriek. Rolling backwards off the bed with a loud slam which wakes the man up as he lets out a gruff… bark? 

“Who the hell are you?! Get out of my house!!” you scream, scrambling for something to throw at him as he tilts his head.

“Whuh?” he shakes his head before scratching behind his ear with a hand with dark red claws, fur crawling up his forearm, stopping at his elbow. He says your name and your eyes grow even wider, tears welling up in your eyes as you’re one thousand percent certain– you’re getting robbed and stalked and murdered and, and–

“What’s wrong..?” he says, crawling over to you, pawing at your arm as you’re frozen. 

“...Emre?” you whisper, like the name isn’t supposed to be his.

His ears perk up and his tail wags just slightly, laying flat on the bed, facing you with a more chiseled face you ever imagined the little puppy would have. What truly seals the deal is the two patches of white just beneath his ears. Emre leans his head down slightly, waiting for pets, like you usually do every time you both wake up.

You sink your hand into his shaggy hair, feeling him nuzzle up into your hand. He isn’t small though, so he pushes your hand up higher than ever before and you have to physically push down to keep it steady. 

“Get up.” he says, now leaning back on his back, getting back into bed and nuzzling his head into your pillow, rolling ‘cutely’ onto his back, waiting for belly rubs. You get up from the floor, sitting beside him now as he looks at you, waiting.

“You’re big now.” you say, before laughing slightly, disbelief settling in your bones. Emre tilts his head again, looking at his body, then back at you, like this is normal for him.

You place your hand on his stomach, rubbing just above the patch of hair that you refuse to look below. He smiles lightly, and you give him a vague look.

“You can just, go human? Like, that?” you ask, thinking this is a dream, because there’s no way your puppy just became a grown man, who looks like he was chiseled from stone and made from Aphrodite’s chosen men.

He pouts for a second, “I could always do this,” he starts, before he lets out such a big yawn– that you can’t stop your eyes from landing on his sharp canines, his lips crooked as he yawns.

“I just, don’t because you give me all the food I want,” he smiles, with his crooked smile again, and you can’t help but smile back this time. You figure, if this is a dream, you might as well show your dream Emre, that you can treat him well human or not.

“Well, Emre,” you start, rubbing quick circles on his belly which makes him tilt and wiggle, just like he’d usually do, “you need clothes if you wanna stay like this.” He makes a soft growl in protest to that, but you insist on putting this big man in some clothes!

It’s been a day or two since then, and you refuse to believe this isn’t a dream, despite sleeping twice since then. He still lays next to you in bed, nuzzled neatly into the crook of your neck as his hands squeeze at your waist. 

Honestly, it’s getting overwhelming, and fast. First off, you have a grown man who sits beside you all day, curled up next to your lap or by your legs. He acts like a straight dog! You’ve taught him to eat out from plates, and how to use silverware, but he prefers bowls. Human bowls of course, but still! Secondly, he refuses to wear anything beyond black boxers around the house. To make it worse, it’s not like you can let him go outside, because he hates wearing anything on his chest. 

You’re scared and nervous because, he was.. Is– one of those dogs who like to.. Hump things. He hasn’t done anything weird, but you’re nervous that he’ll wake you up by humping his clothed cock against your back, or your ass. Or maybe he’ll put it on your face? Grinding his big bulge against your face, as he whines for you to wake up and take good care of your dog like you’re supposed to? Or maybe you’re just insane.

Emre’s sitting infront your legs, your thighs sitting on his shoulders as you both sit watching TV. His head his leaning on your thigh as his tail whacks against the couch in a rhythm. ‘Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—’ 

“Whatcha wagging your tail for, Emre?” you ask and he turns to you with wide eyes, like he didn’t expect you to ask. He looks embarrassed, looking back at the TV, “You smell good..” he mumbles, the rhythm of his tail speeding up.

“Mmm? Is it my new soap?” you ask, sniffing yourself and he laughs.

“You’re ovulating.”

“Huh?”

He tilts his head back, until his hair tickles your tummy, “I said,” he breathes through his nose for at least four seconds, “You’re ovulating.” 

His tail is whacking against the couch harder than before, and you forget what show you two were even watching. Maybe that’s why you keep thinking about him humping his dick on you, or maybe you’re just perverted, which is still possible. 

“I, I am?” you question and he just nods, “Mhm, it smells.. Really good.” he squints for a second, running his hand up your leg, as he leans his head over to sniff against your skin. You watch as he turns his body to face you now, nuzzling his nose against your thigh, and sniffing a long line up to your panty-clad pussy. He sniffs loud. 

You just watch as your breathing picks up, feeling your pussy quiver as he sucks in more air through his nose, his tail wagging so hard there’s a soft ‘whoosh’ noise accompanying it. 

“Emre– cut it out, you’re being bad!” you finally shout out at him, but he doesn’t budge like he usually does. He pushes further, nudging his nose against your pussy despite your hand pushing at his forehead.

You swat at his head a few times and he finally backs up, looking up at you with panicked eyes as his tail lowers. 

“What’s going on with you, Emre? You need to listen, okay?”

He just nods, still eyeing in between your legs as he places both hands on his…bulge.

You stare at him for a few seconds before he chooses to awkwardly stand up, his big body semi-hunched over as he breathes heavily, eyeing anything that isn’t you. 

“I’m.. sleepy.” he says, and even to you it sounds like he’s unsure and he quickly retreats. He goes to nap in the bathroom for some reason, but hey, dogs are dogs. 

You groan for a second, shutting your legs tightly, “Ugh..” you feel disgusting. Violated. But not in the bad way, like getting sniffed by Emre was actually the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced. You hate it. You drag yourself into your bedroom, not bothering to shut the TV off, you just lie in bed. 

You writhe for a few seconds, praying that stupid heat between your legs goes away but it doesn’t. It stays, and it tingles inside you. He was definitely right– this is either you ovulating, or you being so horny from a dog.. Hybrid sniffing you that you could easily go and fuck the shit out of him right now.

But you don’t, because you’re lady-like, and ladies don’t fuck their.. Half-human dogs. Ladies stuff their hands into their panties and fuck themselves stupid on their own hands though. Ladies might even whisper the name of their half-human dogs as they cum, you know.

That’s lady-like. 

You stay in your room all day, wondering when Emre would return. Not that you’re brave enough to go grab him yourself because you just masturbated your brain loose all because he sniffed your pussy.

In fact, you’re a bit thankful he doesn’t show up. Although, you start getting concerned when you’re laying in bed at his usual bed time, and he doesn’t show up. He doesn’t climb into your bed and shove his head into your chest, and he doesn’t hold onto you like you’re going to disappear in the morning– because he doesn’t show up.

Unfortunately for you, having him there is really comfortable, and having him not there feels awfully wrong. So you get up, out of bed, and walk to the bathroom. You’re nervous to see him, worried somehow he’s going to smell your pussy on your hand or something.

You really forgot dogs have great sense of smell, and that’s your fault but still, he shouldn’t have done that and neither should you have. You’re about to knock before you hear gruff growls coming from the bathroom, muffled. There’s something else too, something that sounds wet– and fast. 

It’s been a few hours, and you’re worried about him. 

He sounds hurt, soft whines coming from behind the door as he lets out half growls and soft whimpers. You opt for turning the door knob and opening the door.

You honestly don’t know why you did that.

You find him biting onto your towel as he nuzzles his head against the wall, his arm hooking his tail into his side as he fucks into his fist, cum dripping from his tip and adding onto the large puddle on the floor. There’s drool connecting his teeth to the towel, and he doesn’t even notice you’re there. He looks in pain, his hips thrusting wildly into his fist all the while he cums for whatever time this is.

“...Emre..?” you politely ask, and he looks at you before abruptly stopping, his hand shaking as he bites down harder on the towel, sniffing the air like a wild beast. You step closer, cautiously, reaching out to pet his head since that always calms him down.

He’s breathing so heavy, his body shaking as his tail vibrates despite him holding it down. He growls deeply, it rumbles through his chest and up his throat as he bares his teeth at you. 

“I’m not gonna hurt you, I wanna help– are you okay..?” you ask, trying your hardest to ignore the most obvious cum pond he formed on the floor in front of him, even the wall has some splattered on it– his cock still dripping.

He leans closer, his ears flattening against his head before wildly twitching when your hand touches his head.

“God.. what should I do..?” you huff out and he steps closer, his boxers long forgotten as he tossed them in the sink. He groans as he nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck, having to bend down to do so. His sticky hands are on your waist as he attempts to straddle your thighs– when that’s unsuccessful he presses his cock against your stomach— and humps.

God. He’s humping you. He’s rubbing his dick against your stomach and smudging his cum all over you as you just stand there, the towel still between his teeth. 

“Emre..”

He whines, god he fucking whines at you.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, okay..?” you step back, and he holds tighter, growling louder. You run your hand through his hair, grabbing ahold of the towel in his mouth and he tugs back, you lightly tug and give him a stern look which in return makes him finally release it.

You toss it into the cum puddle, letting it soak it up, before you walk with Emre to the bedroom. You climb into the bed as he watches, his tail wagging behind him as his tongue lightly hangs out. He seems hesitant to climb into bed with you, although you tapping your pussy seemed to be enough for him to climb in bed. His tail thumps on the bed as he sits between your legs, reaching over your head to hold onto the headboard, nails digging against the wood.

“Smell so fucking good..” he growls out, rubbing his cock against your stomach, heavy balls resting on your clothed cunt. He thrusts slow at first before speeding his hips up, his cock swollen at the base as he fucks his cock against your stomach, dripping with pre cum already.

“Really?” you ask, grabbing the sides of your boobs and pressing them together which earns you a loud groan from him, feeling his hips stutter.

You’re honestly shocked by how fast he cums, shooting it all over your stomach and even hitting your chin as he continues to rut his cock against you. He cums with a long whimper that breaks into a longer growl, his eyes twitching and his tail stuttering as well.

He leans down closer to your face, licking at your cheek as he white knuckles the headboard, “Ghh,,” he starts, teeth grazing your face as he licks you harder, “I wanna— knot you..” he whispers against your skin, causing you to shudder.

“Is, is that like– safe?--” you stutter out and he doesn’t respond, just reaches down to your clothes with his two hands and rips them clean in half. You don’t even feel it honestly, it doesn’t shake you or anything, he just rips your clothes in half, leaving you naked on the bed.

He snickers, “..Sorry.” he says, giving you another lick before rubbing the tip of his leaking cock against your clit, “I would buy you new ones, but unfortunately– dogs can’t work,” he chuckles out, nuzzling his forehead against yours. You sigh loudly, “I will be making this dog work,” you mumble before he presses his lips against your’s. 

It feels nice. Nicer than you ever imagined, his lips are soft— a bit rough, but still soft enough that you sink into it. You moan into the kiss and he reciprocates, letting his tongue run sloppily over your lips, panting against your skin as he ruts messily into your clit.

“Just put it in—” you whine against him, hooking your arms around his neck. He nods, reaching down to push the head of his cock against your entrance. Your hole twitches around nothing, tiny bubbles of your essence running along his shaft. He exhales through his nose for a few seconds before pushing his hips forward, his eyes watching closely. 

He watches your cunt swallow his cock, stretching to accommodate his size, leaking strings of clear ooze against him. Your pussy swallows him all the way to his knot, struggling to take him any further.

He lets out a low growl, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he attempts to steady himself, white-knuckling the headboard.

“You're so tight—” he hisses out, and you shake your head— “Nuh..mmhh.. it's just cause you're big.” you huff out, leaning your head back into the pillows as you hook your legs around his waist.

Emre digs his nails into the wood, tensing up his abdomen as he tries not to be a quickshot. He pulls his hips back, slowly. You let out a long moan, shushing yourself as you suck your lower lip between your teeth.

He fucks his cock back into you, his knot rubbing against your clit as the wind gets knocked out of you. He stays like that for a few seconds, feeling your cunt convulse around him before he picks up the pace. Roughly fucking his cock against your cervix, molding your velvet walls into the perfect mold of his cock. 

You hiss, scratch— do anything to keep the noise down. He notices, scrunches up his nose before leaning down and running his tongue against your jaw before biting down just above your pulse, causing you to yelp— moans finally spilling from your gorgeous mouth.

“Don't— ngh.. fuck— Don't be quiet—”

He says roughly, grinding his cock against you before planting one of his feet against the bed, driving his cock into you at a better angle. It feels good, too good— you're aware of your climax coming sooner than you thought, but you don't try to fight it away.

You let out broken whines and strings of curses as you try to announce that your about to cum, only to feel him fuck you harder. Bruising your insides, making your body curl in on itself as you spasm around him and he shudders.

“Cumming? Good, fuck— so fucking good— oh my— god!” he groans out, gritting his teeth together as he mindlessly slams his fist against the wall. 

Time slows. He lets out a particularly loud grunt, one of his eyes twitching shut as his hips slam against your's— balls twitching against your ass. 

Your eyes widen as your cunt squirts against his pelvis, feeling your pussy become fuller and fuller the longer he stays still, trying his hardest to rock his cock deeper and deeper. You eye his pelvis, pubes stuck to yours.

He just, knotted you. 

He's babbling atop of you, his eyes shut tightly as he grinds his fist into the wall, his other hand squeezing the wood so hard it nearly cracks under the pressure.

“Get fuck— fucking— pregnant,” he grins his crooked grin, fucking himself stupid in your cunt.

“Gonna get you so full of my pups— never gonna stop..” he huffs out, ears twitching as his tail vibrates against your leg, matching the twitches of his ears.

You push against his chest and he doesn't budge, emptying his entire load inside. Some of his cum slips past his knot and slobbers down your ass onto the sheets. 

You stay like that for a few minutes, your overstimulated pussy milking him until you inevitably convince him to pull out, and he listens. He pulls out slowly, watching your cunt stretch around his knot, globs of cum dripping out despite his still hard cock filling you up. Once he pulls out, your cunt releases a tiny trickle of squirt, getting mixed in with the excessive amount of cum he released inside of you. 

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump—

His tail wags loudly, as he still smiles his crooked smile, cock standing proud between his legs as he pants, “Can we go again?” he asks, curling up on top of you. He frowns when you shake your head ‘no’, you let out a deep sigh, “Later.. gimme a break, ‘kay?” you mumble, eyes heavy with sleep.

He lets out one whine before nuzzling into your neck, crushing you with his weight, “...Okayy..” he whispers against you, curling into your body as you use him as a weighted blanket, taking a much needed nap.

Maybe you were more of a dog person, overall.

a / n : :3c , should i make this a series? whats yalls thoughts! pls comment ^^ !!

[misskitty3000]

I’m a Monster, and so are You

Ship: Emre x Reader

•WC: 2.5k

•Warnings! NSFW, P in V, oral, Creampie, all that fun stuff!

It had been many, many years since you’d seen him last, way back in your overwatch days. The last thing you had expected when you agreed to be a hired mercenary for Talon was to lock eyes with your long-lost situationship on your first briefing, who you thought had died.

You had hesitated that night, the one before that damned mission. You wanted so badly to admit your feelings for him… but you didn’t, and it haunted you for years.

But he was here, alive, and grasping you as if he feared you’d disappear if he didn’t hold you tight enough.

He was different, but you were too, of course, both of you having committed horrible, horrible crimes as your morals descended into uncertainty. You did what you had to for survival, and he did too.

So maybe he was a fucked up monster, but you were too.

A deep, drawn out growl rumbled from his throat as his tongue intertwined with yours, hands grasping at your waist. Emre was a respectful man, even when letting his intense desire drive his actions, so his hands didn’t wander, yet.

You pulled away slightly, a string of spit still connecting your lips to his. His eyes were hungry, the fiery orange of his irises smoldered behind his blown pupils.

But it wasn’t lust. Yes… this man desired you carnally, wanted to breathe you in, to have you all to himself, but he also admired you, he wanted to hug you tightly, wanted to kiss you softly, to look into your eyes forever.

“Emre…” Your voice was soft, vulnerable, as your breath came slowly. “...I wanted to tell you–that night before that mission…”

“Hush,” Emre placed his hand on your cheek, thumb brushing your lips gently. “I am here now.”

Your hands buried themselves in his rusty hair, pulling him in to kiss once more. It was full of need, but also vulnerability, as you pushed your body against him, chest flush with his as you kissed him back with the years and years of buried yearning.

Emre groaned against your lips, eyes rolling back at the sensation of your hands at his scalp, hands moving down your waist slowly, but stopping momentarily.

He pulled away from your lips for just a second.

“May I? I wish to feel you entirely.” He said in a breathy tone, hands firmly planted at the sides of your hips, waiting for your permission.

“You can touch me wherever you desire,” You responded. God, with the way he looked at you–like he’d do anything for you–made you weak.

His mouth met yours again, kissing you with heated passion as his hands slid from your flanks to your ass, grabbing the flesh and squeezing tenderly. He wanted more of you, all of you, feeling as if he couldn't possibly get close enough to you despite his entire body being flush with yours.

Emre’s mind flickered back to that foggy memory back in overwatch when he’d seen you fresh out of the shower, stark naked, with water dripping down from your hair, traveling over the rigid muscles of your back, and to your ass. He had never been more jealous of a water droplet in his life. You didn’t notice him, and he never said anything, but that picture was burned into his brain for a long time. And now, his desire to touch and feel the curves of your hips, the flesh of your ass, and your beautiful muscles, was finally coming true, and by god, he couldn’t get enough.

You, also, let your hands wander, moving to Emre’s broad shoulders, then to his chest–earning a shiver from him. Your hands felt every muscle, fingers sliding between the grooves of his abs, and then lower.

He was hard, painfully hard, and subconsciously grinding against you as his tongue explored your mouth.

But he halted when your touch got dangerously low, grabbing your wrist and staring at you with a barely restrained look in his eyes.

“Siktir-” He swore, moreso to himself than anything, “-are you sure you want to continue? I am not sure if I can stop myself if we go any further…” He swallowed hard, Adams apple bobbing as he looked at you with a fiery intensity.

If this went any further, he would not be able to make sure he stayed in control. He should stop you, he should walk away while he still could, to ensure you stayed safe. But he couldn’t, you had him snared in your web, and he knew you didn’t let go of what you wanted.

And you wanted him.

Your eyes locked with his, returning that intense gaze.

“I am sure.”

You had never been more sure of anything in your entire life.

Emre stared, hesitating for a few moments with his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths–as if he were weighing the consequences.

Then he hooked his arms under your legs, hoisting you up and carrying you away from the doorway.

“The hallway won't do.” His tone was gruff as he made his way to the bedroom, breath warm on your ear.

He kicked the door closed behind him, then gently laid you on his bed.

You were wearing far too much, he didn’t like that, and neither did the force buried deep inside of him either.

He stood between your legs, leaning down to press light kisses along your neck, down to your collarbone. His hands moved to the buttons of your uniform, fiddling with them before letting out a frustrated huff, opting to tear the thing off of you.

You had on a black compression shirt underneath, which his lip twitched at the sight of. Yet another layer of nonsense to get through.

Your hand pressed against his chest, gently pushing him backwards to allow you to stand up. Emre stepped back, watching as you dropped your pants. It was a compression bodysuit, not a shirt.

You turned around, showing the zipper on your back.

He took the hint.

Emre stood nearly flush against you–you could feel the heat radiating off of him–as his fingers dragged the zipper down slowly. His eyes devoured every single inch of skin as he exposed it, and you could feel his hot breath hitch as he reached your ass.

You had no underwear on under the bodysuit, and the sight made his dick strain against the fabric of his pants.

“You… you make me feel things I have not felt in years.” He spoke, voice husky.

His hands travelled over your waist, pressing his hard-on against you as he marked your neck with wet, hot kisses. He began to peel off the bodysuit, sliding it off of your shoulders, letting it fall off your body.

You could feel his calloused hands roam over your newly exposed skin, tracing your scars gently, as he guided the suit off.

Emre swallowed hard at the sight of you, eyes absolutely ravishing you. But he also looked at you like you were a piece of art, eyes lingering on every scar, curve, and muscle.

He watched as you leaned forward, pulling at his uniform–which he swiftly yanked off, revealing his muscular torso. Your gaze raked down his body, gaze traveling from the hair on his chest, all the way down to the rusty happy trail dipping below his waistband.

He gladly allowed you to continue, watching your skilled hands work his belt off–the same hands he had watched rip someone's throat out, hands he’d seen force the life out of the enemies who went against you–and they were shoving his pants down and gripping his aching dick.

He let out a choked gasp at the unexpected movement, knees buckling as you began to stroke him.

And then you got on your knees in front of him. Emre cocked his head, but then his eyelids fluttered once your lips wrapped around his leaking tip.

He folded over, hands on the bed to keep himself up.

“Fuck!” He snarled, unable to stop the groans rumbling from his throat, especially once you started to bob your head, taking more of his length into your mouth. You were too fucking good at this, tongue pressed against the bottom of his shaft as you took him almost to the hilt, his tip hitting the back of your throat.

Emre’s hips shifted back and forth, hands gripping the bed roughly as he grunted, his rough moans music to your ears.

His hand planting roughly in your hair halted you, taking you off of him with a lewd pop.

“There is time for this later.” He guided you back up, laying you on the bed and slotting himself between your legs.

“But… I must ensure you are ready.” He hummed, accent thickening as his desire grew.

His hands spread your thighs apart, fingers digging firmly into the soft flesh. He scooted closer, and pulled your hips to the very edge of the bed, eyes glued to your cunt.

“You are wet.” He spoke, nose twitching as he huffed the smell of your arousal. Those fiery eyes met yours and you swallowed hard, breath hitching at the sensation of his hot breath against your core.

He licked a slow, agonizing stripe up your slit, gaze locked on your face and watching how your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

His own eyes fluttered closed as he lapped up your pussy, licking up whatever you’d give him.

“You taste divine.” He mumbled into you, tongue moving to your clit–swollen and needy–and swirled his tongue around it.

Yes, he had not done this in many years, but the high-pitched sounds you were making were confirmation enough that he wasn’t rusty.

“Holy shit, Em, don’t fucking stop doing that.” You moaned, one of your hands finding purchase in his hair, earning an approving grunt from him as you lightly tugged.

“Didn’t plan on it, love,” He hummed, getting back to working your clit whilst his eyes found yours.

You weren’t going to last long like this. You tugged harder at his hair, thighs tightening around his face. Emre groaned, brows furrowing and eyes closing as he lapped you up faster, mouth scalding on your cunt.

“Emre, if you keep doing that I’m gonna-”

The words died in your throat as he pulled away suddenly. There was a layer of slick sheen over his face, which his tongue tried to clean up.

“As much as I’d like to drink up your climax, I’d much rather have you cum for the first time around something else.” Emre purred, climbing onto the bed atop of you and pushing your thighs apart with his knees.

His cock was hot and heavy as it rested on your lower belly, dribbling pre onto your skin. He grabbed the base, stroking himself a few times before sliding the head along your slit, coating himself in your arousal.

Emre’s eyes flickered up to yours, one hand rubbing your thigh gently.

“You are sure?” He asks, a slightest bit of worry in the back of his mind.

But you were more than strong enough to know what you could and couldn’t handle–and that included the risk of whatever was inside of him rearing its head.

“Take me, Emre.” You said, completely surrendering yourself to him and the consequences that came with it.

With a low growl, he pushed himself inside of you slowly, body leaning flush against yours as he sank inch by inch into you. Once he was buried to the hilt, he stopped, breath heaving, beard brushing your cheek.

Your hips bucked upwards, signaling that you were ready for him to move.

He obliged.

Emre’s voice ripped from his throat in a raw groan once he began to move out, and then inside again.

You hadn’t felt this full in your entire life, he was big, and he knew how to use it.

He couldn’t help but buckle over you, arms on either side of you as his breath tickled your ear.

“You… you feel- fuck- perfect.” He groaned into your ear, then began leaving heated kisses along your neck.

The schlick, schlick, schlick sound of him sliding in and out of your wet heat drove him mad, and he started to pick up the pace.

Your breathless words came out in a jumbled mess, brain turning to mush from his dick ramming into your sweet spot over and over again.

“Yeah baby… I know- siktir! Don’t stop making those sweet noises for me.” He said between breathy moans, bracing himself up on his arms to look down at your blissful face.

Your hands moved to drape over his shoulders, to hold on for dear life as he plowed into you, nails digging into his skin.

He was losing himself, he knew the feeling,and he struggled to fight it. You felt too damn good squeezing him like this, and he just couldn’t help himself from fucking you as deep and hard as he could.

You noticed the way his skin shimmered with a red cybernetic web, eyes flickering with a bright orange.

“Take me, ashkim.” Emre growled, voice stuttering, carrying a dual tone of him and something else.

He couldn’t stop, he was getting close to the edge, and his mind was melting with that of the thing inside of him–a sensation he had never felt before.

His hips slammed into you, arms wrapping around you, and fully enveloping you in him. He was pounding you right into orgasm, coil in your belly snapping.

You nearly screamed in pleasure, voice raw as you raked your nails down his back, riding out your climax.

The feeling of you squeezing so tightly around him forced a primal growl from his throat.

His skin glimmered brighter in that cyber orange, and his teeth sank into the flesh of your neck, ripping a cry from you.

His thrusts were getting sloppy, rushed, desperate, and his voice ran ragged with rough pants and loud moans. The second your legs locked around his hips, he came undone, hips stuttering as he spilled his load in you. His skin and eyes flickered, glitching, and he groaned and whined, still shoving himself deep as possible.

Emre felt as if his mind was dissolving, unable to tell his own feelings from the ones of the ai inside of him. But one thing was clear. One thought came through his brain that was perfectly clear.

“Fuck- I love you. I fucking love you, ashkim.”

The words made you hold him tight, sighing his name as you peppered kisses along his shoulder.

A blanket of silence fell over the room, aside from the heavy breaths from the both of you.

“I love you too. I have ever since that last night we saw eachother.” You admitted, hands buried in his hair gently.

Emre held you tighter, face lifting from your chest as his mind cleared. His hand moved to cup your cheek, gently stroking your skin. His pupils left only a thin rim of red around them, and he stared into your eyes with utter adoration.

Whenever you finished whatever jobs you had with Talon, he would not let you leave his life again.

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I don't know if this is a hot take? But I've recently seen some posts upset abt there being x fem!reader stuff for Flambae bc he's canonically gay, and tbh I really don't think its that deep??? I'm honestly a little shocked there's controversy over this? Like, yes, hes canonically gay, but there are a bunch of canonically straight characters across fiction that get shipped with same-sex characters or have same sex reader x character fanfiction written about them still. Like, hes fictional and fanfiction is, by nature, SUPPOSED to be really self indulgent, so I don't really see why it's a problem? If a girl happens to find this extremely attractive character attractive and wants to write x reader fanfiction that she can relate to, why does that matter? Like it's not from a place of gay erasure, and tbh scrolling through this site I see plenty x male reader fics for him, too, so it's not like there's no content for it. I just don't understand why it's suddenly bad to write something self indulgent in an inherently self indulgent thing. I mean, I guess I could be missing something (pls inform me if I am) but I really don't see why it's bad with my current knowledge?

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Kinktober Day 3 - Threesome

Loki/Adam Warlock

٠࣪⭑ Ship: Adam Warlock x Loki x Reader

٠࣪⭑ Word count: 1700

٠࣪⭑CW: 18+, P in V, oral, threesome, unprotected, Creampie, anal

✶⋆.˚ Enjoy!

When they asked you to be their third, your heart nearly stopped. Two of the sexiest men in the entire universe were splayed out before you on Loki’s lavish, king size bed. The God of Mischief, and the perfect human laying completely bare, beckoning you to join them.

It didn’t take much convincing for you to strip and join them on the emerald satin sheets.

“Well aren’t you a gem, darling? Come,” Loki purred, pulling your back flush to his chest once you got onto the bed.

Adam crawled on top of you, his knees pushing your legs apart so he could settle between them. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander down his golden skin, traveling to his glistening cock. He tilted his head, white eyes taking you in, admiring you.

“Now, we are going to worship you like the queen you are,” Loki’s hand slid down your body, right down to your core, his lithe fingers finding their way to your clit with ease. His breath was warm on your neck as he began to touch you.

Adam’s large hands slowly travelled up your thighs, rubbing your legs tenderly.

“You are stunning.” He said, his rich voice making a wave of heat come through you. He shifted to fit more snugly between your legs, hands roaming up your sides. He leaned closer, his hardening dick warm against your skin. He looked up to meet your gaze, hovering over your breast. “May I?”

“Please do,” You breathed, hips absentmindedly grinding up into Loki’s fingers. “Fuck, Loki- you’re too good at this,” You sighed, inhaling sharply when his fingers dipped lower, gathering your slick and going back to your clit, rubbing soft circles.

“Mm, it feels good, doesn’t it?” Loki hummed, taking your muffled whine as a yes.

When Adam’s mouth latched onto your nipple, you gasped, a shudder running through your body. One of his hands stroked your side gently, and the other palmed your other breast. He was gentle, stroking and grabbing your soft flesh with care, as if you were the most precious being in the cosmos.

You could feel Loki growing harder underneath you, his cock twitching against your lower back, and his rhythm grew faster, adding more pressure with his fingers. He placed warm kisses along your shoulder, up your neck and to your ear, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You could feel the coil in your belly tighten as Loki continued circling your clit faster and adding more pressure. Adam’s tongue flicking your nipple only made you come to that edge faster. Whines and moans escaped your parted lips as the two men pleasured you.

“Fuck- I’m gonna cum soon,” You swallowed and closed your eyes, head tilting back, holding back your orgasm to savor the moment for just a bit longer.

The abrupt removal of Loki’s fingers from your clit made you whine and open your eyes again to look down.

Adam had pulled back, taking Loki’s fingers away from your aching clit, but then he moved Loki’s hand up to his face, taking Loki’s lithe fingers into his mouth and licking the essence off of them. You nearly came right then and there.

“You are delicious.” Adam said, lowering himself down, closer to your dripping pussy. His hands gently spread your legs wider, and he paused, looking up at you through his golden eyelashes. “May I taste you?” He asked, thumb stroking the inner flesh of your thigh.

You’d be insane to say no to having the perfect human lap up your pussy.

“Oh gods please do,” You nodded, watching as his head lowered, lips latching onto your needy cunt.

One of Loki’s hands came to your throat, gently tilting your head back and letting his fingers splay out across your neck.

“Oh, darling… there’s only one god to be thinking about right now,” Loki purred into your ear, his breath warm on your skin. His hands moved to your breasts, fingers teasing your nipples as his lips attaching to your neck and sucking gently.

The stimulation was so much, almost too much, but you were too enveloped in pure pleasure to even think about anything else right now.

Adam licked a slow stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking on the swollen bundle of nerves, all whilst gripping your thighs firmly to keep your hips from moving. He was humping the mattress, cock dribbling as he ate you out tenderly.

You were right on the edge again, choked whines coming from your throat from their worshipping. You were being treated like a queen, being taken care of in every way possible.

“I’m gonna- fuck- guys-” You breathed, a loud moan escaping your lips as they picked up the pace. You were going over the edge, body spasming as they continued to pleasure you.

Adam licked up everything you had to give, drinking you, whilst Loki continued to bite and suck your throat while pinching your nipples as your head lolled back onto his shoulder from the wave of your orgasm.

They finally let up after a while, and Loki was absentmindedly grinding his throbbing cock against your back. Adam sat up, wiping his face with his hand before moving a bit away to let you sit up. It was your turn to please them, and your cunt was still clenching around nothing, begging to be filled.

“Up. On your hands and knees, darling.” Loki instructed, helping you get into position.

Loki sat with his legs spread in front of you, his cock twitching and dripping. His hand rested on your head as you shifted to hover over his flushed tip.

You felt the mattress dip behind you from Adam’s weight. You looked at him from over your shoulder, watching as he settled against your ass. You could feel the heat from his dick on your pussy, making you spread your legs more, presenting your soaked cunt.

“Look at you,” Loki purred, “so eager to be filled,” He gave a sly smile as his hand put a gentle pressure on your head, pushing you down to his hot tip.

Taking the hint, you put his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over the surface to taste his salty precum. He hissed, his hand tangling into your hair, pushing slightly on your head, but not too hard.

You moaned on Loki’s dick as you felt Adam swiping his cock along your slit, gathering slick on the head. The pressure on your clit made you twitch. When he started to push in, you groaned, bobbing deeper onto Loki’s dick.

Loki moaned at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth enveloping more of his cock.

Adam grunted as he sheathed himself fully inside you, his large hands resting on your hips as he slowly dragged out of you, and then pushing himself back in.

You fell into a steady pace, bobbing up and down on Loki’s cock as Adam’s slid in and out of you. You gagged on Loki over and over again. Lewd sounds of sex filled the room, both from the slapping of Adam’s skin against yours, groans, and the slurping from your spit on Loki’s dick.

That aching coil in your abdomen tightened, pussy clenching tight around Adam. You bobbed faster on Loki once Adam started picking up the pace, eyes rolling back as he rammed into your sweet spot with precision.

Loki pulled you off of him, taking your chin into his hand and looking down at your face. Spit was smeared over your lips, your hair a mess, and your pupils blown.

Adam slowed to a stop and pulled out, leaving you to whine at the loss and buck your hips back in a pitiful attempt to get him back inside of you.

Loki pulled away, replacing Adam behind you. You watched over your shoulder as Adam’s hands came to rest on Loki’s hips, cock rubbing between Loki’s thighs. His hand moved to grab Loki’s dick, gently stroking his shaft and leaving heated kisses along his shoulders.

Loki looked back down at you.

“Now you stay right there, just like that.” Loki hummed, fingers coming down to rub your neglected clit, earning a whine from you. He leaned over you, replacing his fingers with his cock, dragging the head along your slit teasingly before pushing in.

You bit your lip, letting out a muffled moan at the feeling of being full again. But he didn’t move yet, so you looked over your shoulder again.

Then you felt more weight, and heard Loki’s groan as Adam slid inside him with a grunt. Your eyes widened, this had to be the hottest sex you’d ever had.

Adam slid out of Loki, and then back in, making Loki press his abdomen fully against your back as he took Adam. The movement made Loki push deeper inside you, dragging a low groan from your lips.

Adam picked up the pace, plowing into Loki and, in turn, making Loki plow into you.You weren’t going to last long like this, and neither were they.

Adam’s thrusts were becoming sloppier, harder, more desperate. Loki was nearly limp against your back, twitching from being between the two of you. You were right on that edge, feeling Loki’s cock throb inside of you as Adam fucked him into you.

With a low groan, and a harsh thrust of his hips, Adam spilled inside Loki, grabbing his hips harshly and sloppily riding it out.

Loki came as soon as Adam spilled his cum inside of him, he let out a drawn-out moan, collapsing against your back while his seed filled you up.

Unable to handle the weight and the pure bliss of your orgasm, you collapsed, heaving under the two men.

Luckily after a couple minutes, Adam pulled off, not wanting to crush you. He moved to lay down beside you, moving Loki to your other side and gently grabbing you by the waist. He pulled you against him, pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder.

Loki draped his arm over the both of you, still too fucked-out to talk, but he cuddled closer, with you sandwiched between the two of them. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Kinktober Day 2

Coming untouched - Harvey (Stardew)

꩜ Ship: Harvey/reader

꩜CW: Smut, 18+, Oral mentioned, fingering, no actual sex.

₊˚⊹ᰔ Enjoy!

Who knew that the shy, easily-flustered town doctor could’ve bagged you. Yet, here he was, sitting on a chair with his clothes discarded on the floor, admiring your body as you teased him. Usually the sex was pretty vanilla, Harvey wasn’t exactly the type to have much experience in the more… exotic… types of sexual play. But, he absolutely adored you, and was open to try all the new things you threw at him.

Today was no exception. You told him to sit down and just watch you, giving him one rule: not to touch himself.

This proved to be more difficult than he thought as soon as you stripped your clothes, revealing your toned body. All that farm work had really paid off, toning your arms and legs very nicely.

His pupils dilated as his gaze travelled along your tanned skin, travelling from the swell of your breasts, down to your navel, and then to the curve of your hips. It took him a long time to be able to look at you this way, Harvey was a very respectful man, and never wanted to make you uncomfortable. As soon as he got comfortable, though, you found him staring often, his gaze often drifting down to your chest or ass whenever you were together.

You found it very cute, especially knowing you could reduce the man to a whimpering, shaking mess in the bedroom.

You watched his cock harden immediately, his thighs tensing, but he was obedient and didn’t move to try and touch his aching dick. You let your hands wander over yourself, moving down to cup your breasts and squeeze them, making sure to watch his eyes follow your every move.

“You’re beautiful,” Harvey said between heavy breaths, chest rising and falling slowly.

You gave a sweet smile, stepping closer to him and hovering over his lap, ignoring his twitching cock.

“You think so? How about a closer look?” You purred, shoving his face between your breasts and burying your hands in his hair to keep him there.

He let out a groan, muffled by your skin. His face was flushed red, glasses uneven as he enjoyed having his face between his favorite parts of you. He said a muffled “yes”.

You stepped back, fingers moving to your nipples. You played with them, sighing at the feeling.

“You like watching me play with myself baby?” You asked, one hand drifting down to touch your aching clit, dragging your wetness from your slit back up to rub circles on the bundle of nerves. You bit your lip, grunting from the pleasure that rippled through you.

“Yes. I do.” Harvey breathed, shifting his legs apart more. His cock was aching for any kind of attention, the flushed tip leaking.

“Yeah? You wish I would touch your poor, neglected dick?” You hummed, giving a pouty look, as if you felt bad.

God, was he pathetic like this, obeying your every word with no complaint, his hands remaining behind the chair, refraining from touching himself just as you told him.

“I think I’d finish the second you did,” Harvey looked up at you with eyes completely lost in need. His blown pupils only left a small rim of green of his irises, and he looked at you pathetically.

You loved teasing him, how could you not? He was so obedient, always listening and doing exactly what you told him.

And he loved it too, something about being told what to do and being told to restrain turned him on more than he thought it would. His weeping cock twitched as your fingers dragged between your soaking folds, gathering slick.

You stepped towards him again, one hand taking his jaw and tilting it up.

“Open.” You told him, and he obliged, lips parting with a labored breath. Your slick-soaked fingers pushed into his mouth.

Harvey’s tongue immediately worked to lap up your essence, and he groaned at the taste, eyes closing as he sucked your fingers clean. His eyelids fluttered back open when you slipped your fingers back out of his mouth and pressed a kiss to his parted lips.

“You taste so sweet.” He swallowed, licking his bottom lip, as if to lap up any hints of your taste.

You pulled away from him again, turning around and bending over. “Yeah? You’d love to just sit on your knees and eat my pussy all night, wouldn’t you baby?” You said as your fingers moved down, spreading your cunt, showing him how wet you were.

Harvey inhaled sharply at the sight, a groan leaving his lips. His weeping cock was throbbing, flushed red and needy for attention. Hot precum leaked from his tip, dripping down his shaft, making his thighs tense.

“I want nothing more.” His voice was even more husky. He imagined being on his knees, face shoved between your legs, tongue inside you, tasting your sweet sex. He always loved the way the scent of your essence clung to his facial hair, lingering for hours and reminding him of you while he worked.

God… the way thoughts of you distracted him from his work at the clinic. Especially after the first time he’d had sex with you. He couldn’t think straight the entire day, thoughts constantly shifting back to how good you tasted, and how amazing you felt squeezing around his dick. He had to close the clinic early that day to go upstairs and jerk off, gripping his cock hard, trying to imagine it was you stroking him. He felt like a horny teenager once he started seeing you.

“Nothing more?” You asked, fingers teasing your entrance before sinking in, making you moan. “You don’t want me to sit down on your neglected cock?”

Harvey watched your fingers disappear inside your soaking pussy with an entranced stare. That brought him right back to the present. His dick twitched, the sight of you fingering yourself making his erection throb harder. It felt like all the blood in his brain flooded to his cock, precum dribbling from his flushed tip.

“Baby…” He groaned, chest heaving at the sight. He knew he’d cum immediately if you were to touch him right now. His balls felt tighter, thighs straining. “S-Stop doing that, please, I don't know if I-”

You raised a brow, noticing his strained tone, but you didn’t stop. “Why? You gonna blow your load from this? Without me even touching you?” You teased, adding another finger as you pumped into yourself faster, moaning louder. “Oh, Harvey… your cock feels so good,” You groaned, pumping your fingers faster, imagining they were his dick. The wet sounds of your pussy sounded through the room, your desire on full display.

The thought of the possibility crossed his mind, but there was no way, right? Well, he could feel the way his abdomen tightened, and he tried to stop himself, but the sight of you finger fucking yourself with his name on your lips was too much. Soon enough, hot ropes of cum shot from his cock and dripped down his shaft, his eyelids fluttering as he groaned.

Harvey’s loud, strangled groan made you pause to look over your shoulder, eyes widening at the sight. You stood up, moving towards him. He looked up at you, looking just as surprised as you were at what just happened.

“Holy shit, Harvey, I didn’t think you’d actually cum from that…” You breathed, crouching down and touching his sticky tip lightly with your fingers, pulling a shudder from him. “...I didn’t even touch you…” You were honestly kind of in awe, knowing that you had this much of an effect on him.

“Sorry-” He mumbled, face a deep red as he looked down, shame burning hot on his skin.

“No, Harvey, don’t apologize, I’m just surprised, I didn’t know I could even do that to you,” You said, fixing his crooked glasses and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I suppose I owe you, don’t I?” Harvey said with a sheepish smile, hand absentmindedly rubbing your hip. He glanced at the bed, and you got the message, giving a sly smile as you laid yourself out for him to devour you.

He wouldn’t get a scrap of work done tomorrow.

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[misskitty3000]

I don’t know who’s feeding these Clark Kent fanfic writers but by god please don’t stop

[misskitty3000]

Kinktober is literally like Christmas for 31 days straight, what a joyous time

[misskitty3000]

Kinktober day 1. Magneto/Orgasm control

Cw: smut, p in v, oral, all that fun stuff.

Enjoy ;)

“Ah, you know I can't let you finish yet, dear.” Erik hummed, slipping his thick fingers from your aching cunt and bringing them to his face, watching the way your slick webbed between his fingers as he spread them.

You whined at the loss, a cold emptiness replacing the hot fullness from his fingers. He had been toying with you for an hour already, and you’d only gotten his fingers so far. You were soaking wet, sitting pathetically on his lap as he savored every moment, worshipping your body.

“Please…” You pleaded, not even sure of what exactly you were pleading for, you just wanted to reach that sweet edge of bliss and actually go over it, but as his fingers travelled down to your trembling thighs once more, you knew he would bring you to the edge just to pull you back away again.

His fingers slowly slid inside you, pumping in and out at an agonizing pace, dragging along your sweet spot over and over again.

“I promise I’ll take care of you soon, dear, just hold on for me.” He said, pumping his fingers faster, his breath hot against your neck as your whines grew to moans.

You were nearing that edge again, hips grinding down onto his fingers in an attempt to get them as deep as possible.

The lewd sounds of your need clinging to his fingers pushed him to keep going, his other hand moving to grab one of your thighs, grasping the soft flesh firmly and hiking your leg up, allowing his fingers to plunge even deeper.

“Erik- fuck! If you keep doing that I’m going to cum,” You groaned, unable to do anything but helplessly watch his thick fingers slide in and out of you, hard.

Erik pressed heated kisses along your neck, leaving goosebumps to ripple across your skin in the wake of his warm breath.

Right as you were about to finish, he removed his fingers, leaving you to buck your hips pathetically in protest. A whine escaped your lips as you watched his fingers move up to his face once more.

Erik slipped his soaked fingers into his mouth, tasting your sweet need on his tongue, a low groan rumbling from his throat.

Although he loved to savor you, often for hours, he did always finish the job, and tonight would be no exception. You could feel his growing desire underneath you, hot and hard, and you ground down on him. You sighed at the friction, biting your lip and tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder,

He gripped your thighs hard as he grunted in surprise.

“Do you really need it that bad, my dear? You know I’ll take care of you eventually.” Erik spoke, his voice lower now. You nodded, swallowing.

He then got up, his warm chest replaced by the cool sheets as you laid back. The mattress dipped under his weight as he got back onto the bed, this time in front of you. His long white hair was messy, cascading over his broad shoulders in silver waves. His pupils were blown as he took his time raking his gaze over your naked form.

And you did the same, eyes travelling from his face to his chest, following the trail of white hairs from his chest down to his abdomen, then to his navel, eventually landing on his leaking cock.

Erik noticed the way your hungry gaze lingered on him, and he shifted closer, taking your chin in his hand gently, and tipping your face up to his.

“You’ll get what you desire soon, my love, I promise.” He said, pulling back and lowering himself.

His large hands were on your thighs again, gently spreading them. He lowered his head between your legs, peppering soft kisses along your inner thighs, then higher, but didn’t kiss where you needed him just yet. Erik’s hands moved to your hips, grasping softly at the flesh.

His hot breath on your needy cunt made you squirm, muscles tensing under his grip. You were clenching around nothing, pussy ready to take him fully, but he wouldn't give you that yet.

Erik placed a sloppy kiss right on your core, hands remaining on your hips as you shuddered, eyelids fluttering. He pressed his tongue flat and licked a slow strip up your slit, sucking your clit. He then continued to swirl his tongue over your swollen clit, looking up at you with his eyes full of want.

“Erik! Fuck- don’t stop!” You moaned, hands shooting down to bury themselves into his silver hair, tugging. You ground your hips onto his face, clit grinding on his nose as he drank you. You were so close, moans and sighs growing louder, you were about to go over the edge!

He pulled away, earning a frustrated whine from you. Licking up the mess of your essence on his face, he moved again, crawling on top of you. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss where you could taste yourself on him.

“I think you’ve waited long enough, my dear.” Erik purred, hand stroking your cheek softly.

He slotted himself between your legs, arms on either side of you as he positioned himself above you. You could feel his hot dick right at your entrance, and you swallowed. As he leaned down to kiss you, he slid in slowly. Your hands moved to grab his shoulders, holding on roughly as he sheathed himself fully.

Your head lolled back, eyes rolling to the back of your head. It felt like he was splitting you in two. And it felt amazing.

“Erik…” you sighed, pulling yourself back to reality. He paused, heaving above you, making sure you adjusted properly to his size before slowly unsheathing himself again.

You felt incredible, so wet and perfectly ready for him. He groaned as he pushed himself inside again, his shaky breath hot on your neck. He moved to wrap his arms around you, fully enveloping you in himself as he pulled back and thrusted again, faster this time.

It felt so goddamn good to finally be filled, you couldn’t even speak, having no other choice than to let him ravish you completely.

He adjusted his hips, getting impossibly deeper with each thrust of his powerful hips. Your hands moved to his back, nails digging firmly into the skin of his muscular back. This earned a husky groan from Erik, making him start to go faster, harder.

His lips met your neck, leaving hot, messy kisses as he pumped into you, grunting.

You weren’t going to last long at all, that coil in your belly already pulling tight. But you knew to restrain yourself, if you came before he wanted you to, it’d mean hours of orgasm after orgasm.

“Erik, I’m close- please,” You breathed between thrusts. The wet sounds of your need and skin against skin filled the room, along with the grunts and moans of you both.

Erik pulled his face away from your neck, now looking at you. He continued his pace as he spoke, “I know, my love, hang in there for just a bit longer,” He said, his voice cracking with a moan. He picked up the pace more, fucking you faster. You were barely hanging on, flying towards that edge despite your efforts to hold back.

His arms wrapped around you tighter as he leaned down to kiss you sloppily, sliding his tongue between your lips and groaning into the kiss. His thrusts were growing more erratic, he was close.

The sounds only grew more lewd as he pistoned into you. He was nearly growling at this point, mouth still on yours in a desperate kiss.

“Cum, dear, cum for me,” He grunted between hard thrusts.

That was all it took for you the coil in your belly to snap, sending you over the edge with a scream. Your nails dug into his back harshly, earning a loud moan from Erik. You were seeing stars, going completely limp as he pounded into you desperately.

He slammed into you with a loud groan, hips slowing as he spilled himself inside you. His hips continued to pump slowly, bringing you both down from the high before he stopped and collapsed on top of you.

Erik placed lazy kisses on your throat, heaving. After a few moments, he pulled back a bit to place a soft kiss to your lips, then cupping your cheek gently.

“You did so well, my dear,”

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