Grimm

He/They || 22 Grimm's Tip Jar

[uselesstrashz]

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE ✨🎊

Have this meme that I made(I drew the bunny character). New Year means more cuntboy and bottom Andrew Graves from me 🔥 Love y'all!!/p

Yes I'm still making the anons requests and aware that I've been gone for quite a while. Just been going through some writer's block and thesis.

[nightmareweaverz]

Gonna be honest, I've had some frustrations with the yandere visual novel community for some time and I kinda feel like expressing them more lately.

I feel like this genre has become the one place where anyone who isn't a cishet man can finally enjoy erotic content that's not just fanfiction. Up until now, all visual nsfw content was catered towards men. I think it's an important genre for that reason. Women and queer folks finally have their own content.

HOWEVER, despite the majority of the devs being some flavor of queer, it feels like everyone had a meeting and decided to only write the most heteronormative dynamics possible

The player is always shorter, always petite, always timid and sweet/kind, they always get flustered easily, always subtly feminine in some way. And it has been getting on my nerves.

I am not here to tell anybody how to write their visual novel and there are still games out there who break out of this mold. But I find it quite superficial when devs implement pronoun systems and claim to be inclusive, then still write the MC as if they were your average straight woman with no dating experience.

I can count the amount of erotic scenes that allowed me to top on one hand. Despite the games all supposedly wanting to be inclusive to amabs and queer people in general. Everyone is forced into the bottom role by default.

I personally don't believe that the love interests being obsessive men means that every person who enjoys them must be a timid, feminine, submissive player. This assumption feels uninclusive by nature. And I am saying this as a cis woman, who just happens to hate subbing.

It's gotten to a point where I don't even bother checking out much of the newer games anymore, because it feels like it'll simply be another case of me being forced into the stupid gender role my mother kept shoving me into as a child. All while claiming the protagonist is not a woman.

[uselesstrashz]

Poorly drawn Andrew Graves

Notes: Have this for now cause he won't leave my mind, college have me on a chokehold aka thesis and exams (I have no more money 💔) so I haven't been able to post/reblog(especially the requests but I'll get to it. I just don't want to post a half-ass fic) Anyways enough yapping, that's all for now. Excuse my poor drawing and ugly handwriting lol.

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I cri cause i can only post 10 pictures

[uselesstrashz]

Roommate! Andrew Graves

Notes: I'm still alive! And don't worry, I haven't forgotten about my stinky boy! And the anons too! I'm working on the requests. Life and College happened so yeah. As an apology, have this for now.

Warnings/Tags: CUNTBOY, seggs, eating him out, mentions of breeding/knocking up, OOC, not proofread

‎‎‎‎Something, something about your roommate that's been bothering you for a while now. Andrew, he's your typical guy that doesn't talk much, always blunt when you're having a conversation, pretty much stays in his room all day doing god knows what.

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‎What was that thing that's bothering you for a while now? Oh right, your roommate had been acting strange around you. How strange you might ask?

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‎Well, you see he's been wearing those short shorts where you can basically see his ass cheeks. Not that you've been staring at his behind. Nope, definitely not at all. Although you can't lie, his ass does look good in those short shorts.

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‎The way he would stretch when you're around, making some moaning noises and he would act like he didn't do anything. In addition to that, he would find ways to touch you. Whether he's giving you or you asked for something, his fingers would linger on yours along with an eye contact that lasts for far too long.

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‎Not the usual glare, or scathing look he would give to people. It's definitely different. Like he's asking for something. And it didn't stop there, he would find ways to provoke you in a way. Like bending down in a provocative pose to get something on the floor with his behind that's barely covered with the shorts he had been wearing for quite some time while looking over his shoulder to gauge your reaction to it. You asked about his choice of shorts and he just shrugged it off as "it's hot, and the ac in my room isn't working." Lie.

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‎You thought maybe he's going through something. You didn't think much about it, well that's until you've been noticing that some of your shirts have been going missing. Some boxers too.

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‎It was late at night. You just finished with whatever homework that your professor gave you and it took you all day. Obviously you need to do something to relax. Maybe eat some snacks, yeah that's what you thought.

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‎You got up from your chair making a soft screeching sound against the floor as you made your way out of your room. Adjusting your eyes on the dark hallway that's barely lit with the wall lamps.

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‎As you've reached the threshold to the kitchen to get some midnight snacks, you found a figure hunch over in front of the fridge. The light coming from it gave a slender silhouette of Andrew who's rummaging through it.

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‎As if he sensed your presence, he looks over his shoulder, a smirk crept on his lips, his emerald eyes glimmering with mischief. "Evening roomie. Didn't know you're still awake at this time." He stated still hunch over in front of the fridge.

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‎You walked over to him and was about to say something until you noticed the shirt he's wearing. It was one of the missing shirts that you've been looking for. "How the hell did you get my-"

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‎Andrew turns around from the fridge to face you and shushes you with his finger, looking up at you from his long lashes since you're taller than him. Those emerald eyes seems to have hypnotized you as he mumble out a few words with a sweet tone. "Does it matter how I got them?"

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‎You let out a huff of annoyance, eyebrows furrowed together as you pushed away his finger away from your lips making Andrew raised an eyebrow at the action.‎"Yeah it does? I've been looking everywhere for them!"

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‎You took a good look on Andrew and you're not gonna lie, it looks good on him. Albeit it's slightly bigger on him, your shirt looked more like a sweater over Andrew's frame. With his collarbone exposed, and not to mention those goddamn shorts that's been tempting you nonstop. And the legs..his flawless legs. Oh how you wish you could run your fingers over his skin.

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‎Andrew noticed the look you're giving him and that gave him an idea. "You want some snack right?" he asks innocently while he walks over to the kitchen counter and sits on top of it after he closed the fridge. A confused look was written all over your face, wondering where this is going. The only source of light now is from the moon outside through the window from the kitchen, making Andrew look ethereal.

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‎But the next thing he did made you stay rooted on your spot. He spreads his legs and puts his palm over his crotch letting out a soft whimper. He shoots you a wink and lazy grin on his lips. "How about this? I'm horny as fuck right now and you need a snack. You catch my drift?"

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‎"Oh fuck yes-!" Andrew threw his head back in pleasure, arching his back in a perfect angle, his legs over your shoulders as you eat him out from the kitchen counter, your hands holding him in place.

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‎You never thought you'll kneel down for someone else but hey if it's Andrew and he's offering himself up, why not?

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‎Your mouth on his dripping cunt, swirling your tongue around his clit making Andrew squeal in surprise and held onto the edge of the kitchen counter harder trying not to squeeze you in between his legs.

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‎He couldn't help but let out blissful moans, grinding against your skillful tongue and mouth. Oh how he wished he asked you sooner if you were this amazing.

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‎The pad of your tongue lapping up all of his slick from his folds, drinking them like it's the elixir of life. You were definitely hungry. Those sinful sounds coming out of Andrew's mouth even urges you more. The salty yet sweet taste was definitely better than everything what you had in mind.

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‎But that didn't stop there, it escalated into something even better. You had him bend over the kitchen counter, wiggling his ass around urging you to do even more. To penetrate him. To breed him.

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‎"Come on, roomie. I've been wanting you to do this for so long.." Andrew looks over his shoulder, giving you the puppy look while he teasingly grinds his still dripping cunt against the tip of your cock. It all happened so fast that you found yourself pants pulled down enough to expose your hard cock, eager to be wrapped around by none other than Andrew's cunt.

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‎"You...so that's why you've been teasing me nonstop! Especially those shorts of yours.." It didn't take you that long to piece the puzzle. Andrew had been fantasizing about it, asking for it.

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‎"Yeah, took you long enough smartass. Now shut up and fuck me-!" Andrew chokes on his words, letting out a gasp as soon as you slam your hips against his, sheathing your cock all the way deep inside his eager cunt who welcomed it with ease from earlier foreplay. His legs shaking from the sudden intrusion

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‎"Well I didn't knew I had to fill the needs of my roommate. But if you're offering yourself up to me..who am I to say no?" You grunt out those words, doing a slow pace at first making Andrew moan softly even moving his own hips against your thrusts. "Faster please..need you to breed me.. please.." Andrew whines out loud, looking up at you over his shoulders with unshed tears at the corner of his emerald eyes.

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‎Who are you to deny his needs? His wants? Of course you obliged to his wishes.

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‎"Yes-! Pound that pussy-!" Andrew screamed in pleasure as you pound into his pussy. He can feel his legs shaking from the amount of bliss. Every thrust is making him see stars as he held onto the edge of the counter for lifeline. Drool drips from the corner of his mouth, as some fall on top of the counter making a mess. He had been wanting this. To have your cock in him. To be connected with you. And maybe to have your baby. "Please put a baby in me! Knock me up! Oh fuck-" He cries out drunk from pleasure and your cock.

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‎The force of your thrusts are enough to make his slender figure jolt and bounce against the counter, the tip of your cock hitting his sweet spot dead on with every deep plunge. He can feel everything, from the way your cock fills him up, to the way it's slightly curve. Every drag of your cock in his walls would sent electric waves straight to his brain, filling him with great pleasure.

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‎You can feel his walls spasming around your cock, and holding onto it like a vice, like not wanting to let you go. And oh boy, the amount of slick he's producing making it even more easier to slide in and out of his pussy.

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‎The loud obscene sounds of wet skin slapping sounds and the lewd squelching of Andrew's cunt being pounded, mixed with both of your groans and his wanton moans echoed in the kitchen.

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‎Soon both of you reached your climaxed together, burying yourself to the hilt while letting out a loud grunt, filling him up to the brim that it formed a white ring around where the two of you are connected, some even dripped down on his shaking thighs.

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‎As Andrew screamed at the top of his lungs, his body convulses from reaching his own climax, finding himself full of cum..full of you. He laid there on the counter, feeling boneless from the pounding he just experienced, panting heavily as he felt your weight on top of him making him whine softly. "Mm..so full.." He murmurs softly with a dazed smile on his lips, definitely satisfied with his fill, only making you chuckle weakly from the risque activity.

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‎Few days later after what happened. You were lounging on the couch, watching whatever show was on as you heard your roommate coming from his room. You look over from the couch to see Andrew holding up a pregnancy test. It only has one line on it. He just stared at you, pointing at it with a smirk on his lips.

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‎"I'm not pregnant yet. Care to try again, roomie?"

‎If you enjoyed my writing, consider tipping me on my tip jar! No pressure tho!

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[scap34]

warnings: stalking, mild objectification, sex, mild insults

Yandere Loner whose obsession started off as just a simple crush. It started with the first time you look at him. You actually complimented his drawing! His drawing! The smile you’d given him was nothing but polite but it was enough to send butterflies fluttering in his stomach.

Yandere loner who can’t help but want you. You were the popular guy and he was just the loser. He knew better than to assume you and him would ever be together. But it didn’t stop him from fantasizing about it. From drawing you in class, stealing your pens, to following you home.

Yandere loner who by the end of the month he had a routine, a type of ritual. Draw you, stalk you, and follow you home. It hadn’t escalated more than that…till today.

Yandere loner who breaks into your house when you’re not home. (He knows your schedule. He knows everything about you.)

Yandere loner who can’t contain himself when he steps into your bedroom. Your papers everywhere, bed messy and clothes half thrown in the closet. It’s heaven for him. Your presence everywhere around him.

Yandere loner who slips into your messy bed holding your shirt(the one you wore Tuesday, he remembered every detail about you). Rolling around in the bed you slept in, breathing in your scent from your shirt. He can’t help but moan, his cock growing hard.

He should leave, and he knows that. But he wanted this so bad, he wanted you so bad. His fingers unzipped his pants, curling around his cock. Maybe he should have taken your boxers too-

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“What are you doing in my room?” Your hand tangled in his hair as you yanked him upright to face you. You couldn’t see it before but now you could. The little freak was jerking himself off.

The poor loser freezes up, his flushed face tilted up. Hazy lustful eyes, filled with fear and want looked back at you.

“I- I didn’t- I wasn’t-“ he stammered pitifully, looking up at you with the most upset puppy eyes. Like you were disturbing him.

“You weren’t doing what? Did I ask about that?” He nearly whined in your grip, his cock twitching just at the sound of your voice.

“N-no…” he whined weakly, shifting slightly to cover himself. The movement had your eyes shifting down. Looking at his leaking cock. He wanted to cry, and also cum. You were looking at him. It felt soo good to have your attention fully on him. Was that a bit of interest in your eyes? You weren’t mad? Please don’t be mad. He just wanted you to love him!

Your hand fell from his hair to his hips. His body trembled under your touch. He didn’t dare move.

You had to think the guy was cute. All pink and flustered like a girl, when he was the pervert for being here jerking off in your bed. Even his cock was cute, the tip flushed pink, and slim like the rest of him. Such a cute thing. Since he was already in your bed, you might as well take advantage.

When your hand wrapped around the pretty thing’s twitching cock, a sob left his pink bitten lips. “Ple-please, I lo-love you…” he whimpered, it was pathetic honestly. His hands trembled as he reached over and clung to your shoulder looking at you like he was begging not to be rejected. Like the thought would break him.

“Please please please don’t hate me,” he sniffled weakly. “I’ll do anything!” He begged. What a sweet thing. He loved you? How could you not want to keep such a cute toy?

“Alright,” You grinned and tossed off your jacket before pinning the boy under your body, hovering over his small frame. “Let’s date then.”

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“No no no no,” he whined weakly. It had been hours since you found him. Hours of fucking him in different positions, making him yours. You smirked. “No, stop?” You taunted as you pulled your cock out him. He whined legs tightening around your waist as he clung to you.

“Don’t stop! Don’t!” He begged hastily. How could you do that? He didn’t want you to stop. He really wished that you’d stay inside forever.

“I’m not sure if I want to go another round,” you drawl in that lazy sexy tone teasing him. You were going to make the poor thing cry. Didn’t you want him? He wanted you so bad. Wanted to feel filled by your cock, stretched out on it while you made good use of him. He spread his legs wider and held his knee up with a hand. Wasn’t he so good? So flexible and ready to be fucked. “Please,” he keened, pupils blown with lust and need while he kept himself ready for you. “Please please fuck me. I need your cock in me~”

GOJO, SANJI, BEELZEBUB, MAMMON, BAKUGO, YUUJI, and your favorites <3

[oceanicwedding-deactivated20251]

— break me – !!

getting them so cockdrunk they end up wanting you to knock them up

• pairing – ( dom top ) reader x ( sub bot ) xiangli yao , brant ( seperate )

• tags – cock / dick / strap used for reader , afab chars , cervix fucking , mind break , belly bulge , breeding kink

hiii ... your favorite degen is officially NOT DEAD . i think idk . maybe i will hibernate again .. heh .. also , first time doing multi chara . hopefully this is fine .. im a little rusty sob sob : ' )

xiangli yao who lets out ragged breaths, legs being held up as he was on your lap. feeling your hard on press against his already dripping cunt. he bites his lip — he’s nervous. will that even fit..?

poor thing yelps as you lift him, lining up your cock with his needy hole. ‘wait’, he wants to say, only to be cut off as you let him sink onto your strap, promptly filling him up. fuck. fuck it’s big — he wants to cry. “ah – hhn.. gh — deep.. it’s too — hyanhH —?!”

he clenches down even more as he felt you bottom out inside of him. your cockhead pressing up against his sensitive cervix — his thighs are shaking, and you’re not even moving, yet yao’s already letting out dumb little mewls and pathetic whimpers. ah, you’re sure he could see the little bulge on his stomach, too.

you let go of his legs slowly, letting him sit down (not very) properly on your lap — with your strap still snug inside of him. “hnn.. hhmmgh.. mmnah – hah.. ♡ sho deep.. mm.. ♡”

yao’s brain has pretty much turned to mush. he can barely string out coherent thoughts, let alone sentences.. you almost felt bad for suddenly pushing him like this — but he ended up so cute, anyway. and he only got even louder when you finally started moving.

grabbing him by the wrist, other hand against his waist — as you thrusted into that warm hole of his in a slow pace, whispering little priases into his ear — telling him how good he feels around your dick. how well he’s taking your strap. the best part? he can’t even say anything back but dumb blabbering.

the way you’re thrusting into him — in that slow, yet brutal pace. the way your cockhead kisses his cervix — the way it kisses his womb.

“ah – ♡ mmgh.. breed me ♡ ah, ah –!! b – breed my womb.. ♡”

brant who is not shamed to show how greedy he is. his hips meeting your hard thrusts, eyes completely drunk.

“mmnH —♡♡ need you.. need you so much...♡” he moans out, feeling his cervix being kissed over and over and over again. as he locks his legs around your waist — his hand creeps onto his stomach, thumb brushing against the bulge on his abdomen, letting out a little giggle — “ehheh.. heh ♡ wan’ you to knock me up.. mnnh ♡”

you doubt he even knows what he’s saying at all. but with the way his cunt was greedily milking and clenching around your cock — you almost wanted to listen to him.

your thrusts don’t slow — in fact, they’ve gotten faster and harder. sloppy, wet noises echoing inside the room as you fuck into him with that brutal pace. if he loves it so much, it’s only natural for you to go harder, right?

he’s starting to sound disoriented. like he wasn’t expecting you to actually fasten your pace. there was a slight confused tone to his moans — his hands move to grip the sheets for some sort of support.

“ehh —?? hnmnGH —!!? ah, ah, ah —?” and wait — are you.. deeper inside of him than before? it was still possible to go deeper —?

it doesn’t take that long for him to be cumming all over your strap. his pussy cleanching around you, coating you hardness with his juices. even with how genuinely confused he sounds, he doesn’t seem like he wants you to stop anytime soon...

you doubt he’ll be able to walk straight after this — or, at all.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Something something being a teacher at Paperfold University and having a secret (not really, the students definitely notice) relationship with Mr. Reca.

Before class starts, Mr. Reca stops by your classroom to drop off something, his hand lingering on top of yours just a tad longer than usual… the students sitting in the front row definitely saw that smirk on his face as he bid you adieu.

Having some quiet "me time" in the faculty lounge, enjoying your nice lunch break until that dramatic voice cuts through the silence. “Well hello, dear Mr. L/N, what a pleasure it is to run into you here~”. Lunchtime becomes flirty time, can't even eat your salad in peace…

Passing each other in the hallway, Mr. Reca stops you and whispers something in your ear — probably something regarding a student, or an upcoming exam, the other people in the hallway assume. (“Stop by my classroom after everyone leaves…I'm already prepped for you, sweetheart~”)

Then he winks at you as he continues on his way, leaving you with a faster heart rate than before, forced to act like what he said was normal and innocent.

Just as he promised, his hole was already stretched from keeping a toy inside of him all day. You were able to jump straight in, folding him in half right there on his own desk, knocking papers off of it with your sharp thrusts. You really need to silence him, unless you want to get caught. Just kiss him or shove a cloth in his mouth or something, anything! Reca is one of the loudest men, no decorum nor shame. Nothing except loud, theatrical moans.

After you're done creampieing his ass, take a picture with your phone. Reca will smile pretty for you, even if he's dazed and worn out. 😘

[uselesstrashz]

Can't stop thinking about him..mmffhghhh.. can't find any top male reader fics of him though...like..I wanna rail him so bad...

[toranesu]

This is so real I want him so bad

[uselesstrashz]

There's just something so alluring about the guy, am I right? I can't fix him but maybe I can make him worse

[uselesstrashz]

Theres such a lack of andrew pussy in this world ughhh thank u so much for the food brother 🤲🤲🤲

Hi Anon!!

I agree with you like there's BARELY anything about it or him getting dicked down 😔 Or maybe I'm just not seeing any fics of it like WHERE ARE MY PEOPLE?!! Anyways I'm glad you enjoyed reading my work! 🫶 I hope you at least satiated your hunger for Andrew pussy! Will make more fics for the stinky boy.

Feel free to send more asks/ideas/thirsts for the stinky boy! I'll try to answer them as soon as I can!✨

[uselesstrashz]

Cuntboy! Andrew Graves

Notes: Two short scenarios for the stinky boy 😋 I couldn't pick which idea I should write so I made both. Forgive me for being such a degenerate.

Warnings: CUNTBOY, inc3st (only one scenario), eating him out, masturbation, voyeurism.

This is only fiction. Please consume dark content responsibly!

You have been noticing that some of your shirts have been missing. It doesn't help that you and Andrew, your roommate, are the only ones in your shared apartment. Automatically, you'd think it's Andrew but he denied that as soon as you asked him about your shirts that have been going missing.

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‎Maybe just a tad bit defensive with how Andrew always dismiss it and denies it all the time, even though you're just asking if he might have any idea. "Look, I don't know where your ugly shirts are. Maybe you're so clumsy that you misplaced them all the time." Andrew scoffs passing by your, even bumping shoulders harshly making you wince in how rough your roommate treats you.

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‎But you weren't the type to forget things, right? With your lacking of shirts to wear, you decided to buy just a few to fill your wardrobe. After all you don't want to get in trouble with your only roommate. It's hard enough to find a cheap apartment to stay in.

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‎You're back from your shopping spree, shutting the door close with the heel of your foot as your hands are full of paper bags and some groceries for both of them.

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‎However as you pass by Andrew's room, his door slightly ajar, you heard your name being called out.. or more like moaned. You halted in your tracks, curious to what your roommate is doing. It doesn't hurt to peek right?

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‎With your mind made up, you peeked through the small gap of the door and the sight was.. definitely not what you expected to be.

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‎Andrew was laying on his back on his bed, his legs spread out and thrusting a pink dildo in his boypussy shamelessly. The wet squelching noises echoed in his room along with his muffled moans. You don't know but watching your roommate masturbate is.. exciting. Watching him make a mess of himself as you saw how his boypussy swallow the dildo like a hungry man.

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‎Feeling your throat dry, you try to gulp down the saliva that's threatening to fall on the corner of your lips. It's like watching a live porn except that it's your own roommate and he doesn't know a single thing that you're watching him.

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‎Your own pants getting uncomfortable and bit too restricting. You should stop but you couldn't look away. But there's something that caught your eyes. Andrew's holding something against his nose, a familiar looking graphic shirt that you've been looking for.

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‎Oh..oh. You were snapped out hearing your name getting moaned out by Andrew. "M/N..M/N..so good..so deep..ha.." Andrew threw his head back in pleasure while keeping your shirt close fo his nose, sniffing the scent that you've left as his hold on his dildo tightened, his own actions getting erratic, stimulating his sweet spot with the silicone toy resulting to him producing even more milky slick as the scent of it slowly permeates the room.

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‎Oh so it's like that? Who knew that your own roommate is a freak who gets off on your used shirts. Maybe you could help him sometimes, if he wants to that is. At least now you know where your missing shirts have been.

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‎It's just you three in the dim lit living room. The only source of light is the show being aired on the television. Ashley was on her stomach, lounging comfortably on the carpeted floor without a care. She's not really watching the show as she was busy on her cellphone doing god knows what.

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‎What about you and Andrew? Oh right both of you are on the couch doing something more.. entertaining than the show being aired.

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‎"Fuck..Ashley is just right there-!" Andrew hissed angrily back at you yet he lays down on his back and spreads his legs for you, letting your fingers hook  around his shorts that has a familiar wet spot in between his thighs, slowly pulling them down to his ankles."So what? She's busy with her phone." You nonchalantly stated not caring if you two might get caught by Ashley doing shit that two brothers shouldn't do.

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‎After all it's not the first time the two of you done these kind of things. You knew Andrew liked the thrill of it, even though he outright denies your words. Maybe next time you'll get to make Andrew accept it.

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‎You took one last glance at Ashley just to make sure she's still busy with her phone. Deeming it safe for now, you get in between Andrew's legs, propping his thighs on your shoulders as you're now on level with Andrew's wet cunt, taking in the scent and dampness. Oh how you missed the sight and smell of your brother's arousal. His clit almost looking like it's perked up as if it's greeting you, and those vertical lips that you couldn't get enough of.

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‎Andrew squirms under your touch on his thighs, the way you gripped them almost possessive. Your hot breath fanning against his dripping wet cunt, clenching subconsciously around nothing. "What are you doing? Just..get to it before Ashley gets suspicious-" His impatient muttering was cut off by none other than you.

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‎Andrew slams a hand over his own mouth to muffle his moan as soon as he felt your tongue lapping around his clit, clenching his thighs around your head in surprise. His emerald eyes immediately glance over to his sister only to find her still engrossed with the phone, it doesn't help the fact that his heart was beating rapidly against his chest.

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‎Meanwhile you took that opportunity to glide the pad of your tongue around the folds of your dear brother's wet cunt. The salty yet sweet taste of your brother is the best thing after dinner, like a dessert. Eager for more, you eat him out like a starving and thirsty man.

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‎Sucking on his clit, devouring every single drop of his slick like it's honey, planting open-mouthed sensual kisses on his folds. The sound of muffled moans and whimpers of Andrew is music to your ears, even urging you more. Hopefully, Andrew could last longer than last time.

[uselesstrashz]

Stinky boy won't leave my mind so I attempted to make him on Cocoppa play. Looks close enough (⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠) This is Andrew if he wasn't so fucked up in the head lol. But yeah they lack of items that fits Andrew's stinky ass..

[uselesstrashz]

Top male reader X Playboy! Andrew Graves

Notes: Normal AU where the siblings aren't codependent to one another and having a normal life. Please don't come after me for making them normal lol. Possibly OOC. Bad writing. Feel free to let me know any tips/ideas/friendly criticisms in the asks or comments! I might make a more fucked up one. If you know what I mean.

Warnings: SAY GEX!! DON'T READ IF YOU DON'T LIKE!! No plot just say gex all the way. (Maybe just a tiny smidge of plot if you squint) Implied sex marathon.

‎"I can do it."

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‎That was what Andrew declared when he was challenged by none other than his younger sister who seems to be more than willing to go through it. Ashley had been complaining about the way Andrew keeps inviting women over their apartment to fuck them all night long. With it's thin walls, she's bound to hear the activities what his big brother is up to whenever he brings women home.

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‎It was just supposed to be a silly joke, not really meant to be taken seriously, even Ashley was sarcastic about it but Andrew was competitive enough to take it and prove his sister that he could also please men. But Ashley voiced out her feigned concerns for his dear brother.

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‎"Careful now. You don't know what you might get yourself into. You might find someone who's..much energetic than you are." And oh boy, his sister was right about that.

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‎I can do it-?

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‎"Y-You're gonna break me!" That's what Andrew screamed at the top of his lungs when you're finally balls deep in his loosened hole, his hands scrambling over the sheets of the mattress, balling them into fists from the mixed pleasure and pain in lower nether region. This was not what he had in his mind. He wanted to fuck you not the other way around!

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‎"Ah- shit..Andrew. You need to relax or it'll hurt-" You tried to calm him down by caressing his hips only to be met by another scream and a slap on your arm making you wince. "Calm down!? You're balls deep inside and you want me to calm down-!" He sounds like he's close crying. It's weird enough feeling another man's dick inside him, clenching down on it subconsciously while stifling a moan.

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‎"I know. I know, but I'll be gentle! It's your first time after all." You tried to reassure him with a soft smile, as you leaned down to trail butterfly kisses from his jaw that made him gasps from the contact before letting out soft muffled whimpers which proves to be effective as he managed to relaxed his muscles, letting out soft breaths.

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‎Andrew felt humiliated, it's not like he didn't want it but he thought he was gonna be the one leading like he always does with women. But instead you're the one leading and that put a slight bruise in his ego.

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‎How could he had been deceived by that smile of yours? The way you seem to be flirting with him, those light touches and lingering stares. You were gentle and soft, not like the stereotypical guys who's intimidating and cold. He didn't definitely expect you to flip a switch and have a big dick at that.

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‎"Feel better?" You asked, a gentle tone in your voice that he heard so much that he swears he'll get addicted to it, oh and the way your fingers expertly traces over his skin. It felt like fire on against his pale skin yet he doesn't mind. Ah but that's not his main focus now.

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‎"Y-Yeah.." Andrew whispers back averting his emerald eyes away from yours, pink dusted over his cheeks down to neck. You thought it was cute, getting shy all of sudden when hook up was his plan all along. "Don't worry, I'll be real gentle..." You trail off, tracing your fingers around his thighs before grabbing them making him gasp cutely, his heart dropping to his stomach hearing your last warning. "At first.."

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‎Once. Twice. Thrice. Andrew couldn't even count on how many times he had came so much that's he's spurting out clear ones! "Mmghh-! Too much!" Andrew mewled against the pillow, burying his face against it, wetting it in the process with his tears of pleasure and drool dripping nonstop, as he was positioned on his stomach with his arching back..well barely when his ass is the only that's up from the mattress when you kept going nonstop, rutting against him like an animal in heat, with the way your tip hitting all the right places and places he never thought he'll feel pleasure from.

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‎He could feel the warm heavy loads that you pumped inside him, sloshing around his stomach as his mind couldn't keep up with the fact that you two are still going at it. How long has it been? Two..no..three hours? He doesn't know. All he knows is that he's been into positions he couldn't even remember. Hell he thought the bed might even break from how rough the two of you going at it.

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‎"So how does it feel with another man?" You whispered softly right against his ear, snapping him out from the pleasured daze feeling your cock sliding in and out of him with ease from the copious amount of cum you pumped inside his eager hole. Andrew couldn't help let out a loud whine when you slowed down your thrusts as you wait for him to answer, his back against your chest. He could feel the warmth and dripping sweat from both of their bodies. "It..feels sho gud.." Andrew slurs over his words, puckering up his lips for a kiss only for you to oblige to his sweet desires.

‎His soft lips against yours, your tongue tracing over his lips before parting ways for a moment leaving Andrew whimper from the loss of contact. How cute of him.

‎You easily manhandled him back on his back, letting out an oof as he wasted no time wrapping his legs around your waist, hooking his ankles together. "One more time yeah?" You whispers huskily against his skin littered with all of your bitemarks and hickeys, as Andrew nodded with a smile of his own albeit wobbly from pleasure and possibly overstimulation.

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‎A symphony of moans and groans echoed in the bedroom, mixed with wet skin slapping noises, and the creaking noises of the bed and the headboard banging against the wall. Hopefully your neighbors wouldn't file a noise complaint against you. Andrew screams in pleasure wrapping his arms around your neck, as you pound into him one more time shooting one last load burying yourself to the hilt, filling him up to the brim one more time that it oozes out down to his thighs.

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‎ Andrew threw his head back against the pillow with a silent scream, white stars flashing before his eyes while having a dry orgasm as his cock pitifully tries to shoot cum but it couldn't. Both of you are worn out as you laid down on top of Andrew, feeling boneless from the intense hook up they just ever had.

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‎"Holy shit.." Andrew couldn't believe it but he actually did it. Their limbs tangled together as their skin covered with sweat and other bodily fluids. It wasn't really ideal but either of you couldn't be bothered to clean up for now as both of you just basked in the afterglow.

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‎"Holy shit indeed. Best hook up I've ever had." You murmured softly, with a hint of affection for the other male, then place a kiss on his jaw a token of appreciation. "Call me whenever you need more of this, yeah?"

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‎Oh Andrew would definitely will.

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‎Bonus:

‎"So how did it go?" Ashley asked his brother who just came back from the supposed hookup. "Don't talk to me right now. I'm.. trying to regain my honor.." Andrew limply make his way to his own room, a hand on his back looking like an old man as Ashley couldn't help snicker under her breath finding it amusing that his brother have hickeys all over his neck and being a bottom. "Figures."

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[theangeltopaz]

“TEDDY BEAR.”

SYNOPSIS. You finally decide to take Whitney on a proper date. Of course, as all things with Whitney do, it evolves into something more. WC. 4.9k

CONTENT. SubBot!Whitney, DomTop!Reader, amab reader, implied taller reader, pre-established relationship, smoking, soft sex, dacryphilia, praise (char. receiving), Whitney has tongue and nipple piercings, unprotected sex, anal, fingering, spit as lube, oral (char. receiving), overstimulation, cum eating, exhibitionism? (yall do it with the window open, but i was picturing it as a screened window that just led to a backyard so)

AUTHOR’S NOTE. This was definitely an excuse to write sub Whit. I fucking love a Whitney that’s a loser for his boyfriend, if you couldn’t tell. Might be ooc Whit. Partially inspired by @hellsslibrary ‘s headcanons. Please be merciful if this is bad, as I’ve never written smut and I haven’t written fanfic in a while. Also I’m acearo and a virgin, so we’ll see how this goes. I may end up writing a hard dom reader in the future, but for now take soft dom reader. I wrote the majority of this whilst listening to Mitski. Constructive criticism and tips are very much accepted and appreciated!

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Yeah, this date was probably the smartest idea you’ve had in a while. Or Sydney had. 

Because now you were cuddling a soft Whitney after sex.

Pretty nice, ain’t it?

       Let’s go back to when this started. You were in the library with Sydney, absentmindedly picking up books and admiring the cover or reading the synopsis. “Syd, do you know of any good date spots? I feel like Whit and I haven’t gone on a proper date in a while.”

       Sydney probably wasn’t the best person to ask this, considering the fact that you’re pretty sure he’s never been on a date. But you guys were close friends, so who else were you supposed to ask?

       “I mean, if I were to go on a date, we would probably go for a walk near the temple-“ he started.

       “No temple.” 

       “Fine. No temple. Uhm, you could go to the park-“

       “We have been to the park. Many times.”

       “Right, I forgot about that,” he said, recalling some of the tales of your… escapades with Whitney in the park. “Uhm, the arcade?”

       “…We have an arcade?”

       “Yeah…?”

       “Okay, thanks so so much Syd.  You’re a lifesaver,” you said, beginning to walk away. You then realized something and turned back around. “Where exactly is the arcade?”

       He laughed a little. “I’ll send you the address.”

       Your shoes squeaked against the hallway tile as you walked. Entering the cafeteria, you took in the many lunch tables. “Where the fuck is Whitney?” you mumbled to yourself. Which was reasonable, considering the fact that you saw Whitney’s friends, the ones you so despised, but not Whitney himself. You needed to talk to him about that date idea Syd had given you yesterday. Now that you thought about it, you didn’t see him in math class either. Sometimes you feel like pulling a Kylar and putting a tracker on Whitney. Once again, reasonable considering you never seemed to know where he was. Maybe he was skipping school, but wouldn’t his friends be with him? You got out your phone to text the blonde. Strange. You had one unread message from him, sent this morning.

       “There you are, slut,” someone said, grabbing your wrist. You slipped your phone into your pocket and let the person lead you. Of course, you knew immediately who that someone was, considering their voice and choice of a vulgar nickname.

       “Hello to you, too, Whitney,” you responded. You didn’t question where he was dragging you, much to his surprise. Instead, you decided to inquire about something else. “Where have you been?”

       “Don’t worry about that,” he grumbled. Did you always look this pretty? Why did you always worry about him?

       “Where are we going?”

       “Shut up, slut.” Nevermind. You asked too many questions.

       “Okay, fine.”

       Whitney pushed you into the bathroom and locked the door. It’s clear that his actions are fueled by lust. He pressed you against the wall with his own body. He’s been thinking about this, about you since this morning. “Did you not see what I texted you?” he asked, seething with both anger and desire.

       “No? I actually try to pay attention in class,” you said, rolling your eyes. Whitney often found himself hating that you actually tried in school, because that’s more time you spend in the library and less with him.

       “Whatever, slut,” Whitney said, then he pulled you down and pressed his lips to yours. Finally, he got what he was waiting for. The kiss was rough, deep, desperate. You wrapped an arm around his waist, whilst your other hand traced up and down his spine. You were always so gentle and rough at the same time. He wasn’t usually this needy for you, but sometimes Whitney’s mind got the better of him.

       The blonde continued pressing up against you and you continued kissing him. One of your hands trailed from Whitney’s back to his jaw. You tilted his head up to make this a little easier for yourself. In turn, the kiss grew more forceful. Your hand on his jaw moved behind his head, gripping on his hair roughly. He groaned in response to your treatment. Fuck, why did you always do this to him?

       You bit down not-so-gently on his bottom lip. The oh-so-scary Whitney let out a goddamn low whine and opened his mouth. You pushed your tongue into his mouth, forcing his jaw to open wider. His own tongue slid into your mouth, the cold metal of his tongue piercing brushing over your tongue. The blonde could taste something saccharine on your tongue, a taste that was so distinctly you. Whitney could feel himself losing any train of thought. He hated that you always knew how to make his head feel fuzzy and his body feel warm. He started leaning on you, relying on you for support.

       You broke the kiss, only to ask,“Was this what that text was about?” You were seriously choosing now of all times to start talking to him? “Hurry up, slut,” Whitney muttered as he grabbed onto your hair, making you moan. You pulled the blonde’s head back by his hair and latched onto his jaw. You made your way down his jaw and neck, sucking hard, just how he liked it. He was sure his neck would be purple tomorrow, if not just later. You licked over a certain spot, your teeth grazing over it. He whined again (how did you always know how to make him whine?) and just as you were about to bite down…

       The bell rang. You rolled your eyes, obviously annoyed, and pulled back.

       “Keep going, slut,” Whitney grumbled, looking up at you and glaring. Since when did you stop because of the bell? It wouldn’t be the first time you both had gotten in trouble for skipping class to fuck.

       “I’d rather not get detention, considering the fact that we have plans after school,” you responded. Plans?

       “The fuck do you mean we ‘have plans’?”

       “I’m taking you on an actual date, for once. To the arcade.”

       “…Why?”

       “When was the last time we went on an actual date?“

       “…Fine.” Whitney hated to admit it, but you had a point. It had been a while since your last date. And, he could use this as an excuse to get you to come home with him and finish where you left off…

       “Okay, baby. Love you.” You always insisted on being so affectionate, not that he minded.

       “Shut up, slut,” Whitney muttered, “Love you too.” He could feel a hint of red in his cheeks. His body was betraying him at the worst possible moment right now.

       You laughed. Fuck, your smile was gorgeous. Did your voice always sound that good? Maybe he was going insane. “See you after class, Whit,” you said, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead and walking away. He let you leave. He couldn’t help but look forward to tonight.

       Jesus fucking Christ, Whitney hated it here. As soon as the final bell rang, he was out of class. He could see you chatting with Sydney as you walked out of the doors. Little did he know that you were really just trying to keep your eye out for a certain blonde that you so adored. 

       Sydney wished you goodbye as he started walking away, probably to the temple. You were still looking for Whitney.

       “Hey slut.” You seemed caught off guard by the sudden appearance of the person you were looking for. You intertwined your hand with his. “Hey, Whit.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead for the second time today. Whitney could pretend he hated how soft you were with him, but you could always make him melt. Sure , he liked when you were rough too, but with your gentle kisses and your reverent way of touching him and the pleasant nights you spent together… God, his thoughts were trailing again. He could feel himself turning red.

       “What are you thinking about, Whit? You’re blushing a lot,” you said smugly, pulling Whitney out of his thoughts. Fuck you and his perceptiveness. You were unfairly good at reading him.

       “Shut up, slut. Are we going or not?” the blonde said, attempting to change the subject. Anything to get you to stop talking about him. Otherwise, Whitney might end up begging on his knees for you to fuck him. And he did not beg.

       “Okay, okay.” Whitney watched you take out your phone. Your background was a photo you took of you and him, back when you had first started dating. You had managed to get him to begrudgingly do a hand heart with you and you were so proud of that moment that you made it your wallpaper. As much as Whitney didn’t want to admit it, he liked that photo.

       You opened your messages with Sydney and plugged the address that he gave you into your maps. He felt you tug his hand and you both started walking in the direction of the arcade.

       “It really has been forever since we went on an actual date,” you said, sounding rather excited. Whitney could tell that even if you sounded eager, you were just trying to occupy the silence. If he was being honest, and as much as he did like your voice, he was content to just admire you, to trace your features with his eyes, and to think about everything you could do to him… Fuck, his thoughts were trailing again.

       “Yeah, it has,” Whitney said in response, sounding completely out of it. Probably because he was.

       “You feeling okay? You’ve been zoning out a lot.” You sounded concerned. You were always worrying about him, caring for him. God, even in the bedroom, you were so… sweet. He was blushing again. You really had made your way into his heart. You had the first day you both met.

       “I’m feeling fine, M/N.”

       “Hm, you didn’t call me ‘slut’ for once.”

       Whitney smiled a little. “Don’t think too much of it, slut.”

       You smiled in turn and said. “You’re so pretty when you smile genuinely.”

       The arcade was a short walk from the school, probably to attract students who just got off. You don’t know how you didn’t know about it. Your steps transitioned from loud to almost silent as you went from the dull sidewalk to the colorful carpet of the arcade. There were people everywhere and screens flashing with various game titles. It was filled with the buzz of laughter and noise from various machines. You looked at Whitney, meeting his eyes. “Where do you want to start?”

       “Hm…” He smirked and dragged you to one of those two-person shooter games. “Here.”

       “Alright!” 

       You both sat down in the seats provided for the game and you slid some money in the machine. While the beginning cutscene played and you watched, Whitney was staring at you. He knew you liked these sorts of games and he liked how focused you got during them. The light from the screen highlighted your facial features and the grin on your face. 

       As the actual game started, you immediately delved right in and started shooting the black tar monsters. Whitney snapped out his trance and started playing too. You both easily passed through the first few rounds of the game. There were points where you had to revive each other, but you both were having fun. When you both had finally died without being able to revive, you had accumulated a ton of tickets. 

       Whitney wasn’t focused on that, though. The look of joy and determination on your face was his entertainment right now. He loved how you looked when you were focused. After the game, you looked at Whitney with an emotion in your eyes that could only be called adoration. “You lead the way, Whit.”

       By the time you both were done, you'd played almost every game in the arcade. Right now, Whitney was watching you as you concentrated on a claw machine. You were trying to line up the claw perfectly to win Whitney a teddy bear. Of course, you knew of his collection of plushies, so you were determined to win this for him.

       Whitney, of course, was more preoccupied with looking at you. For the millionth time today, he thought about your face now and compared it to the way you acted in the bedroom. He loved when you focused solely upon him, when you fixated upon pleasuring him. The way your eyes and hands and mouth ran over him… You were probably the best lover he’d ever known, with the way you treated him. He was far from ready to admit that, though.

       Your laugh brought the blonde out of his thoughts. Whitney watched as you bent down—he hardly resisted the urge to slap your ass—and excitedly grabbed the teddy bear you had been trying so hard to get for him. You handed it to him triumphantly, saying,“For you, baby.” You pressed a kiss to his forehead, then his nose, then to his mouth. He, shockingly, let you get through all three before (lightly) shoving you off him.

       “Thanks, slut,” he muttered. He was blushing and clutching onto the teddy bear tightly.

       “So, what are you thinking we do with the tickets?” you said, grinning at his flustered expression.

       You ended up buying another plushie for Whitney and some candy with the tickets you both collected. He was laying his head in your lap as you sat in Whit’s bed and passed back and forth a cigarette. Whitney was holding onto the teddy bear you won him. The sun was starting to set outside and casted a golden glow on the room, making it look like the confession scene of an 80s romcom. The first wisps of the cool night air passed through the open window.

       Whitney could feel you gently trace the line of his jaw as he breathed in smoke from his cigarette. He tilted his head toward your touch. You were looking at him with that look in your eyes again, the one he had seen many times before. That look of pure love. You were the only one to ever look at him that way. As much as Whitney loved your affection, he didn’t know how he deserved it.

       The blonde breathed the smoke out, and clumsily sat up in your lap whilst still holding the bear. He straddled your lap, each of his legs bordering your hips. The golden rays of sunlight hit your features perfectly and reflected in your eyes, which met his. Although the room was silent, a thousand words were spoken in that moment.

       Whitney brought the cigarette to your lips. You closed your eyes and breathed in deeply as you continued to trace his face. Whitney pulled the cigarette away from your face as you exhaled. The smoke framed your head like a halo. It was almost ironic, because, in Whitney’s eyes, you were simultaneously so close and so far from being an angel. You were compassionate and affectionate, but you could be downright sinful with your gentle hands and honeyed kisses.

       Whitney inhaled from the cigarette again. This time, before exhaling, he connected your lips. He breathed the smoke into your mouth. You pulled back and breathed out.

       Whitney extinguished the cigarette, before reconnecting your lips. You kissed him back with a certain reverence. Earlier, your kisses were quick and rough. Now, they were sensual and tender. 

       You cradled his face in one hand, whilst the other rested on his hip. Whitney leaned into the gentle caress of your hand as he continued kissing you slowly.

       You broke the kiss with a soft smile. “Relax your jaw for me, yeah?” you had asked in that fucking enticing tone of yours that always compelled him to listen.

       After he nodded, you kissed Whitney again, and he did as you asked of him. You pushed your tongue past his soft lips and traced the inside of his mouth with it. Whitney let out a soft groan as he sucked on your tongue. You tasted like the tobacco of the cigarette you had just smoked.

       You pulled back from his lips, causing the blonde to let out a soft whine. “It’s alright, Whit,” you whispered reassuringly, as you started pressing soft kisses to his neck that was already littered with bruises from earlier. Whitney tilted his head up so you could have better access. Your mouth caressed his skin continuously, occasionally nibbling or licking him a little. Your persistence caused the blonde to let out soft moans of pleasure, which got a little louder when you bit down a little harder.

       Your hands moved to the buttons of Whit’s shirt. You asked, once again in that soft tone of yours,“Do you want to go further?”

       Whitney nodded his head, muttering a soft ‘yes.’ His brain was a little too fuzzy to focus on words right now. He still held on to the teddy bear you won him, fidgeting with its fur as you unbuttoned his shirt.

       As soon as you undid the last button, you slipped the shirt off him. “You’re always so pretty, Whit.” Whitney blushed at your shameless admiration of his body. You looked at him like an angel fallen to earth.

       You flipped your positions, making Whitney lie down on the bed with you over him. His body hit the mattress with a silent ‘umph’. You resumed pressing kisses to his body, this time to his torso. Your mouth ran over his collarbone, before moving down to his chest. 

       Your tongue flicked over the cold metal piercing in one of his nipples, whilst your hand came up to play with the other one. He moaned and shivered at the just feeling of your touch, the sensation going straight to his dick. Fuck, his head was spinning and you had hardly don’t anything.

       Whitney arched his back up into your stimulation of his chest. You switched, sucking on the other bud whilst you rolled the one you were sucking on between your index finger and thumb. “More…!” Whitney moaned. He was pretty sure you knew his body better than he did, as you knew how to pleasure every sensitive spot that made him so vocal.

       After you were sure you had given each of his tits equal attention, you pulled off. Whitney tried to seem angry at you, but he just ended up whining instead.

       “Mm, it’s okay, Whit. I’m gonna take care of you.” Whitney looked up at you, meeting your eyes. You looked at him softly, like he meant the world to you.

       You slipped off your shirt, throwing it somewhere behind you. Whitney traced a hand over your torso, the other still clutching the bear, as you made him spread his legs a bit wider. He let out a low moan when you gripped his thighs and slipped one of your legs against his crotch.

       Your hands moved to the waistband of his pants, and your fingers traced the line where skin met fabric. “Hurry up, slut…” he muttered, but there was no malice behind it.

       “Alright,” you whispered against the skin of his neck, causing him to shudder against you. “You’re planning on holding onto the bear?”

       Whitney silently nodded his head, too embarrassed to admit it out loud.

       “Okay, baby.” You unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slipping them off his legs. You thumbed at the edge of his boxers and cupped his dick through it, causing Whit to whine. Why were you choosing now of all times to be unfair? You laughed a little at his whine, biting down gently on the junction between his neck and shoulder whilst massaging his tip through his boxers. “Agh- please…” Whitney moaned. He then blushed, realizing he was practically begging for your affection. He attempted to hid his face in the bear his was still holding.

       “Patience, Whit,” you said, but proceeded to contradict yourself and gave him what he wished for anyway. You slipped your fingers under the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down all the way. His dick slapped against his stomach, already dripping pearlescent precum.

       “You never fail to take my breath away, baby.” You and your dulcet words often left Whitney desperate and wanting. With the way you looked at him, one could have sworn the blonde had hung the stars by hand. 

       You slipped off the rest of your own clothing as quickly as you could, revealing your own hard cock. Once completely stripped, you caressed both of Whitney’s thighs and brought his legs to wrap around your waist. Your gentle touch had him feel like he was floating.

       Your fingers traced up Whitney’s dick, collecting beads of precum that had dripped down. “P-please! need you…” he moaned, clutching on tightly to the teddy bear. Whitney’s usual facade slipped only a little when he was with you normally, but during sex, you stripped him down with your persistent hands and unwavering gaze.

       “I know, Whit, I’ve got you.” You brought your fingers, which were lightly coated in Whitney’s own fluids, to his mouth. He parted his lips, allowing you to push two of your fingers in. The blonde whimpered at his own salty taste and the inherent intimacy of consuming his precum from your fingers. He sucked on them, swirling his tongue as you scissored the digits in his mouth. He looked at you wordlessly, but you knew him well enough to tell he was begging for more.

       You pushed a third finger in his mouth, thrusting in and out. Once you determined that your fingers were wet enough, you removed them from Whitney’s lips. You brought the digits back down to his pelvis, grazing his flushed tip teasingly, before bringing them to his ass.

       “Please…” Whitney muttered. He looked up at you with desperation in his gaze in an attempt to get you to conform to his whims.

       “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” you whispered. Two of your fingers breached the tight ring of muscles, aided by Whitney’s saliva, and began to stretch him out. You thrusted the digits in and out him, scissoring occasionally.

       This contributed to the loss of Whitney’s already slipping control, as he was already having trouble forming coherent thoughts. He attempted to bite back a moan when he felt you slip a third finger in him.

       “Taking it so well, hm? I wanna hear you. You’ve been so good for me so far, you’ll get something better soon, Whit,” you said, your voice a bit gruff with arousal. You continued thrusting your fingers into Whitney, drawing more moans and whines from him.

       Deeming him stretched out enough, you pulled your fingers out of Whitney. He whined at the sudden emptiness and clenched around nothing.

       “What did I say, Whitney? You’ll get something better soon.” You used any remaining liquid on your fingers to slick up your own dick, before lining your tip up. You tilted his hips up a bit for better access and pushed the tip in.

       Whitney keened. You groaned, saying,“Fuck, you’re still tight. Relax for me, okay? Don’t want this to hurt.” He listened to you, relaxing his muscles a bit. Although he was still a little tense, Whitney was loose enough that you could push in deeper.

       You grabbed onto his hips, tightly enough to bruise, as you finally bottomed out, causing both Whitney and yourself to moan. The blonde’s breathing was labored, and sweat was beading on his brow. You filled him up so well. He clutched the bear tightly to his chest in an attempt to ground himself. “God, you feel so good Whit. So pretty for me. I’m gonna move now, okay?” 

       Whitney nodded in response, already struggling to form words. He gasped as you began to pull out of him and thrusted right back in. You began with a slow pace, much to Whitney’s disappointment.

       As you continued at that slow pace, Whitney’s desperation brought him to tears. He felt so close to cumming, yet so far. “Please…” he sobbed, finally breaking completely down,“Need more…” He held on tightly to the teddy bear, staining it with his tears.

       Seeing Whitney cry only led to more arousal on your part. “Fuck, Whit, you look so good, taking me so well. I’ve got you.” He whined at your praise. 

       You started to pound into him faster, finally doing what Whitney wanted you to. When you began to thrust into his prostate head on, he practically screamed and came without warning. His neediness surely contributed to his quick orgasm too. You groaned at the feeling of him clenching around you. The white liquid coated his stomach, some of it (unfortunately) getting on the bear. 

       However, when you went even faster—fueled by the lust seeing him cry brought you—Whitney started wailing more. One of his hands still held the teddy bear for comfort, whilst the other dug into the skin of your neck.

       Your extreme pace has Whitney seeing stars. His dick started leaking again when he wasn’t even fully recovered from his last orgasm. “T-too much!” he cried out in overstimulation, tears still slipping from his eyes. 

       “Hm, baby? Do you want me to stop?” You slowed down, sounding concerned. Fuck, you cared so much, it only made him want to cry more.

       “N-no, please, keep going…”

       “Mk, you’ve done so good so far. Just let me know if it gets to be too much.” You resumed your fast pace, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, although you made sure to go a little bit slower now. 

       Whitney’s face was completely flushed with crystalline tears dripping down. Your praise only increased the rush of blood throughout his body. He was panting and sweating and he couldn’t speak beyond small phrases or words. 

       Your own hips began to stutter, and you could feel a familiar tightening in your abdomen. “Fuck, Whit, I’m gonna cum.” 

       Whitney hardly processed your groaned words, too lost in his own head. As soon as he felt the warmth of your cum fill him up, he moaned something along the lines of ‘cumming!’ and came for the second time that night. He still held on tightly to the bear.

       You pulled out, much to Whitney’s disappointment. He whined at the sudden emptiness he felt.

       “Hey, I’ve got you. I’m gonna do one more thing and then we can take a bath, okay? Are you alright with that?” 

       Seeing him nod, you lowered your body closer to the mattress, aligning your face with his ass. You pushed his legs up to his and licked a stripe over his hole. You could taste your own salty cum leaking from him.

       Whitney moaned at the feeling of your tongue. Sure, you had eaten him out before, but this was different. He was already really sensitive.

       Your tongue dipped inside Whit, licking up the cum dripping out of him. He whined as your nails dug into his upper thighs, and you continued eating him out like a man starved. You’ve managed to make him hard again with merely a few deep strokes of your tongue. 

       You pressed your own dick against the mattress in an attempt to get yourself off whilst your tongue repeatedly fucked into him. Your hands moved, one now kneading his ass whilst you used the other to get yourself off. 

       Whitney struggled to form a coherent thought. The pleasure you gave him only led to further loss of any sense he might have. All he could was moan and sob your name.

       It didn’t take long for Whitney to orgasm a third time, too fucked out to warn you. Cum spurted from his spent dick, as you licked into him deeply one last time. 

       You pulled off of the blonde and jerked yourself off. After cumming on your hand, you brought it to his mouth for him to clean, which he did obediently.

       “You did so good, baby,” you said, then pressed a chaste kiss to his bruised lips. “Can I clean you now?”

       Once you had Whitney’s nodded approval, you got off the bed and went into his bathroom. You came back with a wet towel, which you used to clean his body.

       You used the rag to wipe down the blonde’s face, which was stained with tears in cum. You cleaned off the parts of the bear that had bits of cum on it. You then cleaned the rest: the lower half of his torso, his thighs, and inside of him.

       Once you finished cleaning him, you cleaned yourself. Whitney watched through glazed eyes as you re-entered the bathroom. You came back and crawled in bed beside him, pulling the covers over you both. You’d decided you’d wait until tomorrow to clean the bedsheets, instead opting to relax with your boyfriend.

       The sun had long set by now, the room only illuminated by serene moonlight. The brisk night breeze floated in through the open window, only blocked by a screen. Your arms were wrapped around Whitney’s waist. He gently dozed against you, small snores escaping him. Whitney could surely be rough and arrogant, but at times like these, he was just as soft as the teddy bear he was still holding.

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‎Top Male Reader X Andrew Graves

Notes:Made it just to satisfy myself and maybe a few people who likes the idea of it. Not proofread and possibly bad writing(I apologize). It's just a simple fic so don't expect too much 😔 I made this instead of reviewing for a possible exam tomorrow.

‎It wasn't supposed to be like this. He just wanted some food. The hunger is too much and Ashley is taking forever to find that goddamn tomato soup that she swears she'll bring back for lunch.

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‎Desperation can take and make people do anything. After all, it's like a parasite making its way to your brain, chipping away your inhibitions in the process. Ah but that's not all is it? The hunger. The starvation slowly creeping in. What a wonderful combo.

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‎So tell Andrew why he's kneeling on the floor, looking up at you with disgust mixed with desperation in those beautiful emerald eyes of his? Oh right cause he's hungry. He needed food, needed something to satiate his hunger.

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‎You're one of their neighbors in their apartment floor, just right across. Now see you're a kind neighbor and you're willing enough to share some of your food that you managed to hoard before the quarantine.

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‎The thing is, you're pent up and you need some help. It's hard enough when you're a single guy living alone in your dingy apartment. Jerking yourself off doesn't even bring the same bliss and thrill when you've been doing it most of the time in quarantine.

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‎But thank the stars they have answered your prayers with a great opportunity of your neighbor needing food. You two made a deal. You get a blowjob and he gets at least two canned goods. Not expired, don't worry!

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‎Both of you decided to do it inside your apartment hallway, it's easier this way since it's just a blowjob.

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‎Back to Andrew who's kneeling on the floorboards, creaking softly under his weight as his hands clumsily unbuckles your belt, pulling down your pants along with boxers to expose your flaccid shaft and boy his eyes widen at the sight of another man's cock so near to his face, you're definitely well-endowed. Not to mention the surprisingly fresh scent mixed with your natural musk.

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‎"Are you fucking serious? You're not even hard!" Andrew's eyes met yours, sensing the nervousness seeping through his body yet there's that undeniable curiosity in them. "Relax, man. Just take it slow. I really need some release. So help out a bro will ya?"

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‎You could hear the soft click of his tongue before feeling his surprisingly soft fingers slowly wrapping around your shaft. Letting out a soft hiss from the contact, finally from another person.

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‎It started slow at first. Andrew was still experimentally jerking you off his hand as he would leave clumsy kisses around your hardening shaft. It took no time for you to fully get hard with those magical touch of his (or you're just touch starved).

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‎"Fucking hell... you're this big?" A hint of nervousness creeps in Andrew's tone before feeling the mushroom shaped tip against his lips, tasting the salty precum making him gasp sharply which you found it cute. "Are you gonna give me a blowjob or you're just gonna stare at my cock?" You teased the kneeling male who grumbled something incoherent under his breath.

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‎Andrew knew this was a really bad idea but the food. He has to think about the food. Taking a deep breath to prepare himself as he tentatively open up his mouth for the tip of your cock sliding it gently inside his warm and wet cavern making you groan, throwing your head back from how good his mouth felt.

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‎You couldn't help but look down to see Andrew tearing up from the girth alone, surprisingly he has no gag reflex, smirking at the sight you put a hand over his head, ruffling his black hair. "Look at you, taking my cock so well like a good boy.." You coo gently, and you swear you heard a soft whimper, watching Andrew look up at you with those pitiful emerald eyes. Oh how you wanted to just ruin him right then and there.

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‎Andrew doesn't know how but he managed to take you all in down his throat, his hands clinging onto your pants. Everything is too much for him, your scent, your girth, your taste, and the veins around your shaft that he could feel with the pad of his tongue. Fuck, he swears he's not into guys but why does this feel good?

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‎Oops, looks like you got him cockdrunk by just putting your cock in his mouth? Damn, he must be that hungry huh? Well then, time to do it yourself.

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‎By putting both of your hands on the back of his head, you slowly unsheathe your drool lubed cock making Andrew gasp for air but you didn't waste any time by thrusting your cock back in his mouth again making him moan in surprise as his eyes widen from the sudden action. But you were too busy bathing in pleasure. The tightness is just right for you. Fits perfectly too!

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‎Loud wet obscene sounds echoed through the hallway along with Andrew's choked moans and your own pleasured groans making a lusful harmony. Andrew's mind was blank, he couldn't think of anything else but your cock going in and out of his mouth like he's just a fleshlight made for your cock only. The tip of your cock hitting the back of his throat.

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‎The relentless assault on his mouth didn't fail to make him aroused, he shouldn't be feeling this but fuck damn it feels good to be used like this. He doesn't need to do anything and he could still be useful feeling pleasure at the same time too!

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‎It didn't take long for you to shoot your load down his throat, forcing him to take it all straight to his stomach making Andrew choke from the sudden onslaught of your thick warm cum, simultaneously climaxing in the spot damping his pants with his own fluids.

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‎You swear you almost emptied it all out your balls with how good Andrew's mouth felt around your shaft. The way his tongue glided around the underside, hollowing his cheeks in time in his thrusts, and don't forget the way he looks up at you like he's enjoying it himself too. Fuck, he's addicting.

‎With a bit of cleaning up and composing themselves from the intimate activity, you handed Andrew the three canned goods. Andrew was about to ask why there's three instead of two but you just shrugged your shoulders in a nonchalant mannner. "Well, I didn't expect much but you really made it worthwhile. Definitely not bad for a first time."

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‎You sent a wink over to Andrew as you lead him outside your apartment. But before you closed the door, you whispered a few words. "If you ever..need more. You know where to find me."

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‎And with that you closed the door leaving Andrew alone with his canned goods. Making his way back to his apartment, he doesn't know to feel after what just happened. He just gave someone a blowjob, a complete stranger at that but then again they're neighbors. The scent of your cock stuck in his nostrils and the bittersweet taste of your cum lingers on his tongue, as his body tingles from the earlier event.

Oh well, for now he's gonna think an excuse for Ashley where he got the canned goods, how his pants got a wet spot on his crotch and why he doesn't feel hungry anymore.

[hurlingdown]

tags. dom top! reader, sub male character. sadistic!reader, naïve!character. dacryphilia, yandere/possessive behaviour, rough sex, ownership, objectification, praise kink.

in which you slow it down . . . and make it bouncy. 

the sweat makes it hard to grip onto your bare shoulders, your skin hot and sticky under his touch, but he needs the leverage if he’s going to survive this. he cries out, loud and needy, the iron clasp you have on his waist making it impossible to escape the storm of pleasure that forces its way in with every single thrust. 

“my beautiful, sweet boy. taking me so well.” you’re kissing every inch of his face, purple hickeys blooming all over his neck, carelessly pressing bruises into his battered body and marking him up like territory. “you were made for me, pretty doll. don’t you see? you were made so i could fit inside you.” 

and there you go again, purring honey into his ear, low-spoken words stained with heat and sin. he doesn’t know what you’re saying, he doesn’t care what. just knows you’re using him like he’s some sort of human-sized fleshlight, sturdy palms pushing and pulling at him like he’s a piece of dough, like this is a fucking pottery class you’re attending and not sex. he sobs loudly, tears dribbling down his cheeks in big fat globs and you’re not even giving him time to catch his breath before he’s being lifted again. 

one thing he’s learnt is that the emptiness never lasts long. he doesn’t even dare breathe. only whispers the numbers under his breath like you’ve told him to. one . . . two . . . and three. 

and just as promised, your cock slides into him like a bull charging into a ring, penetrating him like it belongs inside; finally nestled in his sloppy, ruined hole like you have the right to call him home. it almost hurts when the tender meat of his ass bounces hard on the front of your thighs, and you only laugh when he cries harder. 

he sniffles and whines out ‘you meanie!’ before burying his face into your chest, but it’s hardly a protest. after all, you’re the only one that can take care of his body like this, and you’re the only one who ever will.

to repay you for your kindness, he’ll gladly take on any punishment you give him. just like the good, sweet boy you tell him he is. 

masterlist!

[l1tw1ck]

Accepting the Strength, Faults, and Needs of Dan Heng's True Nature

Bottom!FTM Dan Heng x Top!Masc Reader

🌊 Word Count: 1,256 🌊

AFAB Language Used | [Series]

CW: Dub-Con, Womb Fucking, Double Penetration, Creampie

Dan Heng gasps as his cloudhymn water tentacle fucks his needy pussy, a secondary tentacle enveloping his t-dick like a flesh light. He throws his head back and whimpers. It's not enough. “More..”

You knock on Dan Heng’s door. “Hey, are you okay?” You call out to him. He hasn't left his room in a couple days and the door’s locked. You just returned from the Xianzhou Luofu so Himeko asked you to try talking to him, since the two of you are close friends.

You hear shuffling before the door opens. He's in his true form again and it looks like he has a fever. However, those two facts are easily overshadowed by his lack of clothing, the slick in between his thighs, and the gold colored tattoo on his pelvis.

Before you can process everything, he pulls you into the room. You nearly crush him with your weight but you manage to pin your hands to the floor instead. He wraps his legs around your waist and presses his crotch against yours. His tail curls around your arm.

“Are– are you..” You don't know a lot about his species but… “Are you in heat?” You groan as he humps your bulge. You can see golden strokes of ink in the shape of a heart above lines depicting the leaves of a flower in bloom decorating the area just above his cunt, where his womb lies. It reminds you of his power.

Dan Heng doesn't answer you as he uses his Cloudhymn magic to remove your clothes. In the blink of an eye, your cock now rests on his body. You start feeling dizzy. You don't know if it's your sudden condition causing your eyes to play tricks on you, but you're pretty sure your dick is way bigger than it is normally. “Hurry.” He whines.

You jolt in surprise. You’ve never heard a noise like that from him.

“Please.” He pouts. Your arms weaken when he once again uses his magic, this time to stroke your already hard dick. His cunt throbs from your moans. He needs you to fuck him him.

“Okay– okay.” You shiver. His eyes light up, his magic dissipating. You get yourself more comfortable before spreading his legs. As you slide your length inside him, you feel a strong wave of heat flow throughout your body. Your vision blurs. It's like you have a fever. You start to desire him just as much as he desires you. You bring him into a passionate kiss, the both of you falling into an extremely feverish state.

As you pull away from the kiss, Dan Heng reaches for your head. You feel his fingertips against…your horns. His hands trail down to your cheeks, looking at you lovingly. You blink a couple times in an attempt to see clearer but your sight fails to improve. It gets worse when you look down and realize there have been some even more major changes to your body.

You have a second, ribbed cock laying on top of Dan Heng. You can also feel a tail attached to your body.

Dan Heng doesn't seem to be surprised, or maybe doesn't seem to care. He uses the same technique he used on you earlier and strokes your second length. It's almost like being inside two pussies at once. You moan in pleasure, your hands moving from the ground to his body. You quickly forget about your concerns and lean in to kiss his neck as you push further inside him. You sink your newly sharp teeth into his skin then lick up his blood.

You can feel his cervix. “Keep going~” Dan Heng moans. You don't hesitate. Your cock enters his womb with ease, the sensation causes the both of you to come instantly. “Yes-” He gasps. The cum from your second cock remains within his magic, before it dissipates and your seed falls onto his body.

You slowly pull out of him. “‘M gonna put both in-” You reassure him. Dan Heng nods and watches you line up your cocks, both of them are draconic in both size and aesthetic. Your body seems to have completely altered itself, but you're too horny to worry about it. Your cum dribbles erotically out of his pussy before getting plugged by your tips. He throws his head back as his walls happily stretch to fit all of you. You grab his legs and position him into a mating press. His toes and tail curls with pleasure.

In a matter of minutes, you return to his womb. Dan Heng doesn't even consider protesting when you start to fuck him. He digs his nails into your back and moans shamelessly. You pound into his pussy roughly and desperately. Your aggressive desire makes it seem more like you're possessed or drunk, anything other than sober.

Dan Heng pulls you back into a kiss, more passionate and sloppy than the first. There's no doubt you're addicted to him now. The sounds of sex fill the room and can definitely be heard from outside. You're more concerned with the ethereal man below you.

“I love you-” Your words trigger another orgasm for him and in turn, yours as well.

You pull away and your vision finally improves. Now you can see his beautiful face. You also feel a lot more conscious. More aware of what's happening. Your thrusts slow before coming to a firm halt. Your eyes trail down to his lower half, it seems like nothing changed physically. You're still…a Vidyadhara.

Dan Heng sobers up too. He looks embarrassed. “Sorry..” He doesn't make eye contact. “I don't know what happened to you…”

“Seriously?”

“Vidyadharas have heat cycles but this…this isn't how it is normally.” He can't ignore the tingling feeling throughout his body or the unbelievably good feeling of having two dicks inside him.

“Are you…on any contraceptives?” You don't want to pull out.

“My…our species can't get pregnant…so…” He shakes his head.

You sigh in relief. “Then..” You hesitate before finally pulling out. You can't take your eyes off his dripping pussy.

He feels empty and you're still hard. “Did you hate it?” He asks.

“I didn't.”

“Then..” Dan Heng turns onto his stomach, raising his ass high. “One more time..?” He can't believe he's doing this.

There's nothing stopping you.

He grins dumbly as he feels your cocks entering him again. “So good..” He mumbles. He loves how warm your hands are and how tightly they're holding his waist.

You breathe out as you reach his womb again, no resistance whatsoever. “I can't believe it..” You slowly thrust in and out of him, marveling at this scientifically impossible situation.

You shudder as you watch a cloudhymn tentacle cover your lengths completely, making it feel even better for the both of you. “Fuck-” You thrust into him harder.

“Yes- yes yes–” Dan Heng’s eyes roll to the back of his head. You reach over to stroke his t-dick, helping him get closer to his peak.

Neither of you last very long, filling him up with another thick load. You take a moment before pulling out again. You notice his body going limp. He passed out. You lay him down on his back and think about how you're gonna get him cleaned up without running into anyone else on the express.

Aside from the obvious reasons, you definitely don't want anyone looking at him. He's yours now, you should be the only one who sees him like this.

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He's so stinky.. what a scrunkly... definitely an eyesore though...eughh..i either wanna crush him with my bare hands or give him a kiss on the forehead no in between... down bad for real‼️/hj

Don't mind me just rambling things. Also I may or may not write a top male reader fic/thirst about him in the future..no promises