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Daniel Robitaille x BLACK transmale!reader

content: blood, autassassinophilia, non-con turned dub-con, choking, breath play, horror elements, murder, rough sex, honey lube, bratty trans male reader and i mean BRATTY—, food play, scare play, fem terms for reader (cunt, pussy, tits, clit), forced breeding, creampie.

a/n: this is unfinished but i’m still gonna post bc yes.

“The honey gatherers put their lives in danger to collect this mangrove honey. Every year, people die while venturing into the deep jungle to collect honey, according to residents. As a result, Sundarban honey is also known as ‘Blood Honey.’” - Bonphool

You never believed the chant to be true.

And you were curious enough to do it.

How the news portrayed the phenomenon was the obscure story that was the Candyman Killer. Seven kills, all with a slash of his alleged hook lodged in his skin, foreign.

Your college roommate warned you about the legend and you didn’t believe it. No way that an incident that happened so long ago was arisen to haunt those who wronged him.

How wrong you were.

One day you took the chance in a public restroom after classes, seeing that many were talking about it being a mystery. You managed to drag someone from your Philosophy class along to catch it in action. Poor guy‘s legs buckled, shaking that you could’ve sworn he would’ve shit his pants there. Pants sagged so low that someone would’ve saw it.

“Shit man…I’on think this a good idea.” The guy tensed, rubbing his hands against his braids as he eyes the one of blue men stalls behind you. Dual brown skin stood out from the fluorescent light with your eyes boring into the mirror.

You found yourself eyeing certain features in the mirror, a touch of your face. Narrow. Soft. Barely any facial hair even after you followed through with what the dealer gave you instruction on. Inject 0.5 milliliters it into your thigh every week. It’s been two years and you still haven’t seen any facial hair.

But you quickly took precedence over what was going on in the moment. You called bullshit on Candyman’s existence. How in the hell is a dead person able to kill in the present?

You chanted slowly, making sure that it was heard.

“Candyman. Candyman…”

The guy immediately started to regret it, unable to look away as you saw his eyes look into yours in the mirror.

“Candyman. Candyman…”

You heard a stall slam behind you.

Turns out it was the same guy hiding.

“Keep going with that shit…I ain’t a part of it.”

With the sound of someone flushing and getting out the stall left of him, an older white man that walked up to the sink to wash his hands.

But that’s when you finished it off with another, “Candyman.” after a few moments of having to hype yourself up.

But nothing happened.

The room was still.

Damming enough that the older guy was walking towards the door at a slow pace.

Step.

Step.

Step.

And right when he touched the handle, the room went dark. The only light source being the hall.

“The hell?”

He jiggled the door handle. Once, twice. Doesn’t let up. Sensing his presence towards you again. Air hot, bodily heat known as a detector for human life.

Cold, however, returned. How it came instantly was a feat in itself.

The smell of honey flooded the restroom and the lights came on. Dimmer, the mild sound of bees filled your ears with a steady increase in volume.

Then the smell of burned flesh followed you as you wondered what was happening. But you knew exactly what it was.

So you held your breath, the compression you wore suctioned against your chest more than before.

“Finally…”

Clink, clink, clink. What could sound like chimes manipulated into something sinister.

His voice rumbled right into the cool dark, the lights flickering were starting to reveal a bit of his features. Still, you look in the mirror, seeing a hulking figure staggering towards the older white man.

Eyes narrow. Demanding. Stone-like. With a long brown coat that was pried open a bit to reveal something bone-chilling.

Bees in his chest. Burned flesh resembled reanimated life in the force of pure, unbridled revenge and hatred.

The frantic thuds in your chest was enough to gesture the entity forward, hearing that bodily function gave him chase, the growl in his voice after unwavering to finish.

Cool stilled the atmosphere and everything seemed to slow down with the light flickering rapidly this time, hearing footsteps but no person was anywhere to be found.

A scream however, symbolized his fate. An unfortunate one with what you can only acknowledge is the ripping of flesh. Nothing sounded as horrid except for butchering an animal.

And even then, the death was instant. Haunting sounds of gurgling on one's fluid, damning to see speckles of blood on the mirror a right down from you. Only then your eyes wandered, scared and curious all at once with crimson leaving what was left of a growing soul.

"Yes...the warmth of blood."

Husky vocals that can be used to calm, but it only did the opposite now. The calming nature of it was unnerving. As if this was second nature to him.

"But now it runs cold."

That got a reminder of what predicament you were in now. A deep whirlpool suctioning into the depths of Hell. Don't speak. No noise. Silence. Then you can escape.

You step slowly towards the sink, hugging the surface as the lights were still dim, hoping Candyman's eyesight worsened within the years he was dead. For safety measures, you stooped low to make yourself smaller, blending into the floor stained with blood.

Hopefully the guy you invited in with you is able to leave. Remembering that you got him caught up with the Candyman nonsense, you sucked in a breath, eyes softening to hope that he survives.

"Mmm, I smell more. More warmth. Fear."

Hearing the sadistic smile in his words almost got you to buckle down on your knees. The light flickered on and off, revealing what was left of the man's body.

Blood trickled closer to your feet and you saw the guy across from you trying to crawl out from under the stall, eyes widening and mouthing, "WHAT THE FUCK."

"Hiding will only prolong your inevitable."

Above you, the hook scrapped against the sink counter, closing in was the steady footsteps of dress shoes that squished.

"So reveal yourself."

On your fours, you crawled deliberately, slowly, with quiet conviction. You didn't even trust yourself to breathe, but your binder prompted you to do so or dying from asphyxiation. A few crawls later, you get in contact with something. A warm liquid, Smelled of copper.

And with Candyman's foots departing away from you, you took that chance to escape, crawling faster than before. Ragged breaths left wounded body, small jolty spasms before he finally went still. A few flickers of light revealed a huge chunk of neck missing from him, skin raw, ripped open, gushing with eyes rolled in the back of his head.

You didn't know how the guy made it to the door before you did. But you were close by, seeing brown, slender fingers and his silver ring shining.

That was his mistake.

It caught wind of rotting flesh and honey, the steps clicking and slow. Imposing yet unwavering with the scent of him holding somber memories of his past. It enveloped him unwillingly. Now the scent was used for fear.

A dirtied hook shone within, stabbing through his hand with deafening accuracy, the latter pouring out screams that shook even his older generations, pulling through to sever his hand open.

"AHHHH FUCK! SHIT! FUCKING-"

Blood splattered onto the door and near you, screaming continuing as he was pulled back slowly, crimson pouring with a chunk of white meat.

"Nah man, PLEASE! I got a girlfriend! I ain't do nothin' wrong, I swear!"

Desperate pleas fell upon hard of hearing ears, the entity pulling him away from the light, back into the darkness. Another slash sounded, his pleas drowning out within the gurgle of his own blood. Grunts, repetitive stabbing made it sound much different than what it was. Limpless thud to the floor, letting it devour and soak up his blood from empty husk.

Dark again. The door shut and the lights stopped flickering, no sound in the emptiness. Two dead.

Steady your breath. If only you weren't so sweaty from being near two murders back to back, it wouldn't feel like your death could happen sooner as the sweat was absorbed by your binder.

Now you had nowhere to go. Trapped. Exiting had no effect, you were to be killed one way or another. Tears burned your eyes of a thousand suns. Keep calm. Will he depart if you stayed quiet? Or just keep hunting you down like an animal? Does he know that you summoned him or was it luck?

After his fresh kill, Candyman walks away, wandering supposedly. The more you hear, the more you can hear the inconsistencies of his reanimation. He walks slow, slower than the average human yet his strength told a different story. A killer. The opposite of what he was like when he was alive. Before he was murdered himself all those years ago.

Now he stalks his prey. Whether he knew of your existence was unknown, but you didn't want to assume the best.

The smell of blood fills your nostrils, burning copper and metal was distinct, but strong. Could you get away with such strong stench in the restroom?

"Ah..."

You hear the hooked man take in a deep breath.

"I smell something...sweet. Delectable."

A step forward. Closer. Too close for comfort. A low shivering gasp leaves your lips, heart betraying the stirring of excitement in your loins.

"Mm, I can hear your heart pounding for me, little one." A long, low purr entered without prompt. "Fearful, aren't you?"

Closer and close he inched, the buzzing of honey bees were starting to become a part of your nightmares, damningly so. But with burning flesh, there was fresh, sweet-smelling honey.

Metal found your skin, cold. Wet. Trailing down your neck, a wet residue was left, a chill that you couldn't control.

"There you are..."

He hooks to your fabric, pulling you up from the floor, pushing you against the sink with such a strength that you didn't think was possible. Your back took most of the pain with a slam. If he was going to kill you quick, he was doing a terrible job with it so far.

"Fuck..."

A hoarse growl as his hook dragged across your cheek uncharacteristically soft. Before snagging it to draw blood.

Now that you had a closer look of him. Grim eyes, plump lips that soaked of low whispers. He looked almost exact to the murals, dark brown eyes filled with a vengeance that could make God shed a tear.

"You smell..."

He leans in, cold nose pressing against your neck, deep inhale to take all of you in.

“Luscious. Succulent.”

A low shudder leaves your lips, trying to move yourself away from his hook with small movements but each step you took, he only followed with slow, steady steps.

Like you were his food. Cornering you. Ready to devour.

A glance at the door for a brief moment before it was shadowed by brown fabric.

He didn’t speak immediately. Only smiled. Eyes scanning your body with a complexity that you could only think to be interest. What that interest was is a different beast all together, your body heating up with the prolonged silence.

“Delicious. Like the sweetest honey.”

A deep sniff once more, taking you in, hook dragging down your body with such eagerness that you had to hold your breath.

This was taking too long to meet your untimely death. Killing people was one thing, playing with your victim is another.

But biding your time would be better than dying.

“What, you think I smell good?” You questioned, the touch of his nose on your skin was making you more hot than you originally thought. A pulse, fluttering under skin that made you think about something other. “I ain’t do much but shower.”

A devious smile. A smile coaxing to slither into one’s mind. Thoughts that arose to be something dirty-minded and heinous.

The entity thought the same as his nose traveled down. From your neck to your shoulder down to your chest, taking a deep inhale of your scent.

“Hey—”

Arms grasps around cold hands without another thought, not regretting until the last second. The husk stills itself on your chest, listening, sighing heavily. His hook finds your clothing, ripping it downward to expose your binder to him, pieces of shirt fluttering to the floor with silent drifts.

“W…W…Wait a damn minute…”

Breath quickening. Heart pounding with the cool air tickling your skin, coddling you as your arms automatically covered your chest.

He removes them however, with a push of his hands, ripping the binder clean off to show breasts. Exposed, chest up. Brown skin freckled with sun spots and other markings that created an eruption.

Pressing face against chest, another smell sounded, louder than the last.

“Yes…”

Shuddered breaths brushed your skin. What you thought to be cold was the opposite. Despite him being a cold, supposedly dead being.

You couldn’t dare to stop him, knowing that if you did, it would make him remember what he was here for. Standing there, awaiting what to do next.

And your question was answered once he separated himself, no longer was cold skin against warm. But a different cold was replaced. Metal found you, smoothing downwards, scratching.

“You are meant for this very moment.”

Hook snags on lower fabric, pulling, teasing before he rips your pants into two. Another layer remained. Cotton. The atmosphere did little to help you calm yourself, if anything the chill worsened. Despicable. A warded company that continued to infiltrate.

Hook finding your boxers and tugging on them. He didn’t wait for your answer before ripping them off you, seeing cream and slick coated on the inside.

“Surrender yourself to me.”

Funny. Seeing that what was told to you, disobeying was warranted, a given even. But survival was not guaranteed nor was it predictable by his actions. Vanity—however often it was shown—was a defying force with the hooked one.

The nerve to fix his lips into a sadistic curl. A press of his thumb upon your lips, prying them open soft but forceful, not allowing you to protest.

But you took the chance to land your teeth into flesh, quick and straight to the point. It flavored of honey and burned flesh. He had still had the ability to experience pain, even in the afterlife.

Hook finding flesh again to cut. Scarlet dripped from wound, contrasting brown skin with a steady, slow stream from neck.

And you hated how much the warmth of blood against you was destroying your mental. That plus the cold surface of his hook was enough to warrant an unwanted grunt.

And by the tone of his voice, grim, unwavering and even, you knew he meant it. However, what you didn’t know he was going to do was lick the blood off of your neck, pressing his body to imprison and stop any movement away from his grasps.

You also didn’t take in account what brushed against your stomach through his coat. Thickness that could only be described as his. The gall of him to have that.

Not long after, his hand found your neck, holding. A long stripe gathered liquid, filling his esophagus with metallic taste.

“Mm…good.” The nerve to purr, soothe while his actions granted otherwise with jagged edges. “Do as you’re told.”

Seething in your skin, reluctance palms finds fabric, pulling him closer to distract. Focus on you. Focus on how good you felt on his skin. Blunt nails dug into clothed back, symbolizing what you must do.

Only then did his leer grow, coddling your cheek with false tenderness. Large leg dividing yours apart, little restraint with your legs pressing together subconsciously.

But he forced them apart with little force, it was the opposite for you.

“You think I want you?” A sneer. “Fucking perv.”

Pasted up. Faulty. Mocking. Distract yourself from the feeling of warmth coddling your body without warning. Rough, grim voice filling the air.

“Your body’s telling me everything, little one.”

He presses metal against your sternum. A slow, sharp glide down to mark skin little by little.

“It hungers. Yearns.”

Hook finds lower anatomy, pressing. Unwavering. Pressure made you buckle.

“You will reveal that to me.”

Cold metal rubbed against your erect clit, legs crumbling under your weight as you gripped brown fabric tight.

“Outwardly.”

simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem! BLACK chubby reader

content: spanking, punishment, somnophilia, multiple orgasms, fingering, overstimulation, teasing, spanking, cummed on, fem!reader is a fucking tease.

a/n: decided to do something a different on my page for once. and post COD MW2 stuff lol.

moots tag: @nifniffy

G - GROPING

It’s been too long since Ghost has been on leave. Being the girlfriend of someone in a PMC had its perks.

But it also had its downfalls. You couldn’t see him as often as you would liked.

So you always sent him pictures.

It started off that way with lingerie in his favorite color, making sure it clung onto your melanin skin. Sometimes you would even wear restraints, wishing that he was the one who put them on you.

And Ghost pops a boner each time. You can tell by the timing it takes for him to respond.

Finally he comes home to your adoring face, he instantly wraps you for an embrace, hands wandering over your backside as he grabbed a globe of your ass. He rubbed it, kneaded it like it was soft dough, it had you leaking and yearning for more. Those same coarse, heavy-weighted hands traveled up your waistline, getting a taste of your love handles.

“Miss me?”

You had the gall to ask with Ghost staring down at you deadpan like he couldn’t fathom that you asked him that ridiculous question.

“You got nerve askin’ me that.”

You lifted his mask up to see a slanted jawline and chapped lips from the many times he’s bit them absentmindedly. The stubble curved around his pink lips, making them more appetizing to taste.

“That a yes then?”

And you jumped at the chance, standing on your toes to try and peck his lips but it was unsuccessful. But even a mission can fail successfully as he bridged the distance, lips brushing against yours. Yet the feeling of his chapped lips was enough to make your lips tickle and pull out a laugh from you.

Again, the nerve of you. Cheeky ass.

So he picked you up effortlessly, carrying you over his shoulder like a mad man and had you in the bed in no time.

H - Humiliation

Immediately you were found with a fat slap to your ass burning your melanated skin, holding back a whimper as you fell on the bed with a plush landing.

And you knew you pushed his buttons when his still masked eyes bored into yours. And in no time, he flipped you over. Ass up, face down.

“Wait, babe—”

But he didn’t listen as he gave you a bruising slap, rippling your skin and your cunt throb so much from the impact.

“Shut it. Think you said quite enough.”

He ripped your bottoms off like it was nothing, showing that glistening, pink-chocolate cunt that had a lot of white filling dripping out of it.

Another smack. That got you to bury your face into the sheets.

“Miss my dick that fucking much?”

He uttered in your ear, coarse long fingers cupping your wetness, teasing. Playing around like you did with him all those times.

And you come back every time.

“Answer me.”

Another. Stinging and unwavering with your cunt watering.

“Yes…” Low.

CRACK!

That wasn’t satisfactory for him.

“YES!”

A whimper into the sheets along with slickness and the blonde was satisfied.

“I missed your dick…mmghh.”

And Ghost got a kick out that.

“…let’s test that.”

And you knew damn well that you were in for it.

It started with two fingers, pressing deep inside pink chocolate with an easy glide that shook even the devil with a loud squelch.

Embarrassing. But Simon relished in it, curving his hefty digits to try and graze your cervix.

And he knew he found it when it brushed against a rounded surface, your eyes fluttered shut and your fists balled at the sheets to make sure you weren’t going to suck his whole hand in.

“Suck my whole hand in, why don’t you?”

A dry joke as he added another, now thrusting back and forth already at a relentless pace, not letting up.

“Ahhhmmphhhfuck!”

Drool coated the sheets and even more slick dripped onto his hand from how brutal he was, shoving a fourth finger in made you see stars and squirt so quickly onto his hands.

He drags his fingers out antagonistically slow, seeing how your juices flowed out. And even after he took his digits out, you squirted more on the bed, trying to catch your breath, shaking.

But he didn’t let you rest, shoving his four fingers deep inside your cunt with no break, trying to ring another squirt out of you.

“Wait…wait, babe—”

That got him to scoff. He was not listening. Not this time. He wanted you dripping and ready before he can slide his thick cock inside that soppy chocolate. Dick was itching for it. And feeling how wet and tight you are around his digits got him going. But then he sees a pink vibrator on the nightstand where he usually sleeps. His pillow smushed and spot warm.

“Got your rocks off?”

He picked up the vibrator, rubbing the plastic surface on your cunt before he turned it on the highest setting and placed it right on your clit.

“Let’s see how long it takes for you to buckle.”

He added more pressure, the vibrations shooting through you like something unholy. Satan would have a field day with you since God’s eyes couldn’t condone such behavior.

You scrambled for purchase, legs caving in from him trying to ring an orgasm from you this time.

“Keep ‘em up. I know you bet’ah than that.”

He commanded, coarse hand slapping against bare skin again to get you up as he plunged his fingers back into your cunt again.

Clit now bullied. Cunt being bullied. The rack of pleasure only increased ten-fold by the dozen.

O - Overstimulation

By the end of it, the bed was riddled with your secretion, heavy pants and shaking for him. Hairy black pussy soaked and clenching around nothing with your body unable to garner any energy to lift up if you tried.

But Simon wasn’t letting up.

Prying a cheek apart to see your cute holes twitching, begging him to plug that leaky faucet.

But just to make you suffer more, He switches the vibrator to the highest setting and whispered in your ear,

“Now hold that still on your nub.”

He gestured right back to your swollen, twitching clit antagonistically slow. Hearing your soft, half-hearted protests only made his dick throb. With a lopsided grasp and sway of your hips, you obeyed. Barely. Your energy was fraying slowly from cumming twice back to back. This was bordering to be torture.

“Mmmgh…”

A pathetic whimper leaves your lips as the blonde spread your pussy lips apart to see how shaky and wet you were under the vibrator’s pressure and demand. His last action before he licked a fat, sloppy and nasty thick stripe, tasting sweet chocolate and mesmerizing honey.

“Fucking hell, shit’s all ripe and sweet.”

Another smack, burying his face into sweetness, smelling your scent. Fuck…you smelled delicious. Like the forbidden fruit that God told Adam and Eve not to eat.

Well fuck that. He was eating. After sending that picture a few days ago with your hairy cunt being filled with a dildo, captioned ‘Wish it was you <3’, the barracks were less of a priority and more of an after thought.

“Keep that shit on.”

Must’ve knew that you were struggling to keep it up with your legs buckling from another impeding orgasm. Stubble brushing against your ass.

S - Somnophilia

Tiring you out, you passed out under exhaustion from cumming back to back, your mind needing the space to readjust.

But even then…he didn’t stop.

He pushed your folds aside, plush skin rippling under your fingers as you still stayed on your hands and knees, pried open and ready for him to slide in.

And he did. His pants were on the floor not long after, the sweat trickling down his skin from holding back and itching to to get a taste of your soft wetness after months on leave.

And those pictures made it no better.

His angry red tip etched with a vein on the shaft, his mask now fully off and only stayed on his forehead as he tries to catch his breath.

It was getting a little hard to do that.

He slicks his tip on your wet cunt, making it easier to slip right in with a glide.

And you took him real easy.

In no time, he buried him inside, balls pressing against your ass with unwavering conviction that he had to make sure he didn’t bust right then and there.

A slow drag out, but you gripped into him so tight, not trying to let go.

He did not need to cum in you right now…so he took his dick out and rested it right on your ass.

“Fucking cunt wouldn’t let me go…”

A soft few pats on your ass before diving back in, bottoming out immediately and fucking sloppy, pink chocolate.

“Let me not bust quick.”

He grumbled, trying to pace himself.

T - Teasing

But it was no use.

The bed was shaking under his weight, rickety and too noisy that it made you wake up. Already your soft whimpers got more louder the more you stir.

He lifted you up with ease to hold you closer, strong arms enveloping your body as he fucked you harder. The harsh slap against skin with your soft curves was enough to drive him home.

It was embarrassing to acknowledge that it didn’t take much time for him to cum. With a cradle, he pulls his dick out to cum on your back just in time, feral grunts and heaving against you as he presses his raging tip on your ruined cunt.

And now he had the nerve to say,

“Another round.”

He starts grinding with you shivering from him getting his frustration out on you.

“Another one.”

ao lie x m!reader

content: NSFW, Ao Lie has a juicy, dripping delicious cunt for the reader to eat and dig out ;), cheating(ish), fingering, creampie, praise, religion breaking, forbidden relationship, mild angst, no beta we die like the lady bone demon

a/n: time to fuck this Lego. love me some Ao Lie so y’all shall reap the benefits. this is also set in the Ming dynasty, so it’s forbidden gay sex. enjoy! ;)

moots tag: @idioticmochi

Being The Third Dragon Prince’s servant and confidant, you had access to anything. Attending the ceremonies, meeting other nobles that also trust you as the youngest’s right-hand man.

You helped cater to peace treaties in the east, expanding the land of the Dragon of East who is the uncle of Ao Lie’s. His family admired your sacrifice and work that they trusted you well enough to handle the prince’s engagement since you were the most likely to know his likes and how to cater to his wife.

Only he didn’t want a wife.

Nor does he fantasize himself with one.

The night before he was to be wed, you had your hands on him. You always had your moments with the Prince that you stole at night and in his early mornings when he awoken to his wood being perched.

But the more you tended to his aid, the more he begged for more of your coarse, hard-working fingers roaming over his soft skin. The scent of sandalwood and jasmine filled your senses like another high.

“Prince…”

You murmur. So sweet, innocent as you did the most heinous things to him.

“Are you adjusting well?”

Two fingers inside knuckle deep, pushing through velvety softness, pressing against that sweet spot with unwavering conviction, his body exposed to the pale moonlight as you saw the rise and fall of his chest.

Ao Lie let out a shaky mewl, tightening unconsciously around the digits with his head lifting up.

“A…Ah…”

Your eyes connect, seeing his watery, shimmering green eyes peering into yours with such warmth. His tail flicked back and forth, swaying amongst the silk sheets that he desperately tried not to rip.

If the Second Noble Truth was correct, may you perish from indulgence. Samudāya had nothing on the beauty of intimacy. If that meant not reaching Nirvana, then so be it.

You added another and the dragon must’ve saw heaven part behind his eyes, heavy green, scaled tail flicking back and forth.

“Oh—! Oh gods!”

His talons found the silky sheets under him. They threatened to rip under his clutches, squirming he did with pink lips parting and letting out the most heinous sounds that was nothing of holy. Buddha would shield their eyes at the sight of it with multiple squirts hitting the air, covering his mouth to muffle.

Slowly taking them out, you lick you fingers, making sure the prince saw webs of his slick and squirt coat your palm. Now he was the one to shield his eyes in the name of Buddhism, but it was far too late for guilt.

Your hard on was jumping at the chance to spring free, heavy breaths, chest rising as you shuffled and finally let yourself breathe. Brown, simple trousers dropped to the floor, moving in between his legs with a tantalizing press against his puffy cunt.

Heavy breaths filled the night air, throbbing thickness aching to fuck that pink cunt. One press, two. Teasing the dragon prince with your shaft until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He took hold of it and guided it to his wet, stretched orifice, heaving and shaking to feel you inside. A purr left your lips as you press deeper into him, broad body caging him in with his hand finding your back.

“Put it in me already…”

Ao Lie whimpered, tears tracing his eyes with his cunt throbbing, wetting your cock.

“…please.”

And with such sweet sounding words, how could you say no?

So you obeyed, mushroom tip sitting on his clit before pushing in gently, catching his gasp with your lips with practiced ease.

“Yes…yes…fill me.”

Ao Lie barely managed to get out once you started to move, fucking that pussy nice and slow like he was something holy.

But even if he wasn’t, he was equivalent to it.

He could never do no wrong in your eyes. Speaking up for you when you are unable to. Gifting you the chance to be greater than your title. And unconditional love.

Only for it to be cast to another.

So the pace quickened, balls slapping rhythmic on his ass as his other hand finally found your back, pulling you impossibly close with his dragon strength. Wet, sloppy and disgusting in addition to bed creaks that echoed into the night.

Once you got closer, he locks his legs around your waist and makes sure you cum oh so deep inside.

Dragging out to see the damage seep out before diving back in again to fill with his ass up and you buried inside him again, caging him with your arms.

It felt right. Warm. Suckling your cock to urge more cum to unleash. The dragon’s moans muffled under the pillow as his ass slapped against your pelvic area.

A grip of his white locks, you force him to take all of you, down down down to the hilt and he came, screaming silently, soaking your thighs with another dose of cum in his cunt.

Ao Lie always cherished you as an advisor. A confidant even when people saw you as otherwise. Nothing but a servant that someone could care less about.

But no, the Dragon Prince cared about you the most.

Especially when you take him at night, his head buried in the silk pillows, hands gripping the soft sheets with his ass in the air while you call him your personal concubine with your thick cock making him whimper under the pale moon light. <3

cause i’m dating you ofc <3

in another words: MY BEAUTIFUL WIFE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN

a/n: can't believe i'm back broddie, been gone for too long. time to get into it and stop letting imposter syndrome bend me over and fuck me anally. Anyway, take this gn!reader x Steve Rogers drabble. Not beta read, wrote this all in one sitting while high out my mind so enjoy the madness ;)

Imagine...after a long, hard day at work with the Avengers, Steve is exhausted, tired, begging for at least a day's worth of rest.

And that was your most favorite time to get your hands on him.

Those seemingly innocent touches, brushing his hand while you take his belongings away from his grasps, the gentle slide was enough to make an electric current crash your way.

Then it was more deliberate, rubbing his waist when you had the chance to get behind him. Petting his backside to soothe all the phantom knots and aches that he may have gotten in his fights. Pressing your crotch against him "accidentally" when you guys had to brush past each other in your typical New York studio apartment.

And you ramp it up by the time he gets into the living room, yawning. Grumbling, sighing by your tender-loving care. A warm meal at his usual seat but you had another idea in mind.

While he finishes his food, you get yours, crawling under the table for a quick sniff of his musk before you release his sweat-laced shaft for a salty treat yourself.

Pounding the leaking, stinky tip on your tongue, his musk is everywhere, you could smell it as soon as you got under. A drug, filling your sense with a high so astronomical that you could foresee the Great Bang.

Captain struggled to eat, seeing that he was much sensitive than most, the superhuman ability to do so made you envy yet pity him.

Wrapping your plump lips around his fat, drooling tip with no coverage. Just out, raging, flushed. His mouth spoke of that too. Low, tiresome, yet shaky grunts passed his lips, perked, moist and needy.

It doesn't take him long to come, you can tell by the way he moves his legs, shaking, his thighs buckling down and how his voice hit a certain fever pitch.

Swallow after swallow of thick white ropes coating your mouth, the taste less salter than the musk itself, but it was welcomed. Unabashedly.

guai x tian x sejin (MK 11 OCs)

content: nsfw, degradation, multiple creampies, overstimulation, voeyerism, monster, cum dump, feline flesh light, stomach bulge, cum inflation, somnophilia, double penetration, anal, dual dicks.

a/n: motivated to write bc of LONG message rants from @nifniffy sejin belongs to her and tian belongs to me. enjoy! ;)

(pretend there’s a banner here lol)

A lone tree branch scraped the edge of Tian’s window with a calming tap in the trickling breeze. Long ago, the monk passed asleep into his chambers with a quiet sigh and a reluctant demeanor.

He hasn’t seen much of Sejin in his hours of wakefulness, much less into the fields. Defenses have heightened with the recent thievery happening often than not.

Now the gentle giant lays in his bed, soft snores and a rise of his shoulders under white cotton, thin sheets that covered his disrobed body. The window ajar across from his bed, the sliding door that leads to the garden cracked for reasons he would not admit. And the velvety cool air flowed into the small room without chide.

Moonlight transposed with a soft slide of the door opening its mouth, carrying another figure to its jaws. Patters of toe beans tread the hard wood floors, no disturbance, no sound, but a shift in the wind’s rhythm.

“Aww…”

A serene purr leaves the shrouded figure’s mouth, full-bodied hips imposed with a sway of its tail.

“Gone to sleep.”

The silhouette toed closer to the soft rising and falling of Tian’s body under the sheet, moon shined on them from the window to reveal a masked fanged feline, a golden artifact clawed into her paw pads.

She sits on the edge of the bed with a soft creak, placing the artifact on the floor.

“Poor softie…were waiting for me all day, huh?”

Coos derived from a disingenuous body, a slow trickle of keratin landed near the slumbering figure, a soft tear of fabric under them.

“Let me make up for it then…”

Sejin traced her fingers over the covers, a lick of her lips with claws caressing skin, a soft sigh. Coarse fur brushing against clothed thighs as she puts one on either side of the snoozing gentle giant, hovering over him to get a full face view of slumber, drool and snores. Fever, a rising pulse snaked around her stomach, a driving force for more.

Over the covers, the feline adjusted herself, now observing something quite… lofty hanging between them, something that made her breath catch and it weighed dense, almost burdensome between a certain someone’s thighs.

Humming over this discovery, Sejin traced her claws on it, biting back a small, sensual sigh with edged teeth pricking her bottom lip. Thickset and humid heat separated by a thin sheet; tantalizing and unscrupulous. She knew this would piss off both Raiden and Huang if they would’ve seen the state that the two were in right now.

But was she one to care?

A twitch and a growing wet spot resembled that the gentle giant’s sleepy husk didn’t, so why should she? Sejin was one to take what she wants and this was an opportunity that she couldn’t dare walk away from empty.

Making up her mind, she slowly slides the thin sheets off the behemoth, his scent filling the air as soon he was released from his sheeted prison; half hard and cold. Continuing her teasing, her paw wraps around his cock, or rather what it can, palming the hot, pulsating surface that enraptured for more than hands.

“Mmnn, you already twitchin’…”

A modest noise tumbled out of Tian, face a mild contortion with furrowed eyebrows and parted plump lips shivering. Sejin couldn’t help to quirk up a carnal grin, shiny fangs glimmering in the moonlight as she goes up to stroke his fat, angry tip to hear his sounds. Smooth motions, moistness dripping down for an easier glide. His musk grew stronger, scent heavy, prominent, demanding…it made the feline’s mouth water, licking her plump lips and her cunt dripped.

She drags the covers down even more, seeing a thin sheen of sweat covering his body, a slow rise and fall of his chest with his brown, hard nipples peaking. Mouth parted small, white locs sprawled on beige coverings. His hefty, cum-heavy balls tightened with each second that passed and his dick throbbed like it had a mouth, drooling and slick for a taste.

“Oh…”

Sejin murmured, a small gasp tumbled from her lips with a bite of her lip.

“You throbbin…”

That made the need to get a taste stronger than before if not, through the roof. A slide down that after dealing with Johnny’s obnoxious ass for a day, she deserved it. And the antique was demoted from a necessity to an added bonus once she laid her eyes on her cute gentle giant. She hasn’t been able to meet him in a week and was craving for him.

Sejin pushes her bottoms off, bare ass hitting the cool air from no undergarments, ass wiggling once she kicked them to the floor below. She crawls down between Tian’s legs, his stench hanging in the air like a chandelier, or a well scented aroma that was built upon intoxicating one’s senses.

She pressed her nose against the hot throbbing surface, getting a whiff of his sweat and musk before gliding her sandpaper tongue on the flesh and wrapping her paw again to stroke his cum out of him.

Because the feline knows he has it in him. Even when fast asleep.

Licking it from the base to his raging tip, Sejin rubs her tongue against the slit, trickling down his shaft to cover a partial part of her paw and matting her fur. The hot substance entangling her fingers, threaded similar to a growing, beautiful tree branch bound to have petals.

Sodden sounds feel the naked, cool air, small huffs as her breath wrapped against his twitching, dripping fat tip, placing a kiss right over the slit before sucking the mass with a breathy sigh. Her juices started to drip down her thigh onto the bed, purring over the heavy cock with a snug fit in her velvety throat.

With saliva trickling down, Tian started to whimper, mouth widening with more, short breaths while the feline sucked his cock, one of her murder mittens tracing over his balls with hedonistic caresses, sensing it pulse and spasm up. The gentle giant unconsciously bucking his hips into her mouth.

Only then did she bottomed out, stretching her throat, moaning around his cock like it’s the last thing that she’ll get. It burned, but the feeling was welcomed, needed even. His saltness sliding down her throat brings her on a high that she’d never want to get down from. He grew in her mouth, his half hardened state pressing against slickness and prodding the back of her throat.

Until it got bigger than what she was used to.

Only then did she gag a little, Tian’s whines turning into that of animalistic, groggy yet ferocious leaning, his bucks more demanding and plentiful with his now claws digging into her scalp with a burn and yet another dick starts to grow. Slapping her on the forehead, so heavy and the stench was stronger than before.

When she couldn’t take any more of the one dick that was in her mouth, she slips off with a slippery pop, seeing where formally Tian was is another entirely. Rather it was not human. It was otherworldly, alien-like, unexpected and new. But it was welcomed. Oh, it was absolutely welcomed the way Sejin had to get a good look at the creature in her point of view.

Tian—or whoever this creature was—couldn’t fit on the bed, their claws pointy and their mouth chitter that of a rattlesnake’s. Long light green tongues slipping out to taunt yet beckons once they pry their mouth back and gestures her to come with a low chirp.

“Oh…shit…”

Her eyes fell on two heavy dicks sitting in between its thighs with a stockier, meatier frame that rivaled even the gentle giant’s. Both were hard, throbbing, uncircumcised, aching for a touch or two hundred with the being clawing around her arm and pulling her forward with much more strength than she expected, yanking her to their crotch. The creature hissed low, like a demand that they were implying for her to finish what Sejin started, pushing her head to one of their dicks, the longest one out of the two.

“Mmmnff…fuck…”

Sejin lolled her tongue out, tail swinging to tempt the beast to take more. Because one thing for certain was that she was not going to let this opportunity pass her by as she tried to wrap her paw around it. Similar to Tian’s, it couldn’t.

“Ain’t never had nothing like this before…”

She took the chance to ask it a question, stroking it real nice and slow just for them to feel it. The being lets out a louder hiss than last time, pushing her face back on their cock, forcing open her mouth before guiding it in, slick heat wrapped around with a yank of her locks.

A low growl emitted through the creature, coursing through her plump lips with a buck of their hips. Rough, demanding and relentless. Feral sounds elicited from their mouth, bopping her head up and down, seeing her saliva coat their cock. The creature’s mouth prying wide with green slobber leaking onto the bed as it threw its head back, forcing Sejin further and further on their dick with a tight fit.

The pressure of its tip pressing farther down was enough to drive her mad, cunt leaking so much slick that was nearly enough to save a drought, dripping down her thighs with tears curling at her eyes. Only then did the unknown being bottom out, her gags rumbled through their dick only brought more hisses and a feral growl, swelling and twitching in her throat to hint that they were close to cumming down her silky esophagus.

Bullying her throat, they did. Their grip on Sejin’s head was mad and damning, a clutch that could rival that of a Kahn’s influence, deceptive and taboo yet automatic. Fat tip forming a bulge on the outside and filling inside. Frantic, punishing bumps and heightened growls with inhuman speed as they pump into a few more times before cumming hot, sticky green in her mouth. The cum released in waves, huge gulps that Sejin had to take in stride before it started to leak out of her mouth and nose almost choking on how much it was.

Yanking her off their dick roughly, having her cough in their substance. The creature didn’t let her breathe for a second, flipping her over, claw digging into fur once more as it hoisted her ass in the cool air, making Sejin’s legs wrap around their head before they lifted her up, cock hitting her face with a long strip lapping up her sweetness.

“What the—Ahn—!”

Slick, thick, long, and spiky pressed against her slit, nasty slurps and undomesticated growls left open fangs, using its other tongue to tease her ass.

“Fuck…”

Lengthy moans fell from the feline’s lips, having her wonder if this was a good idea. It wasn’t. In fact, it was one of the best ideas she’s ever had in her existence. If she would’ve known that Tian was hiding this grand beast behind closed doors, she would’ve robbed the Shaolin Monks ages ago to get a taste.

And the same creature was getting a taste of her as they forced their tongue to breach past both her holes, a high-pitched hiss resembled that they adored the taste, relishing in it. Their tongues coiling, curling, salivating with such proprietary. Every pump, every press was prep for her to take their cocks. Plural.

They snatch her legs away from their face, pressing her down against their two cocks, her pussy juice coating the plump, wrathful egg-holding tip.

“Yeah…push that shit inside me.”

The feline starts to grind her hips on both masses, sensing the longer shaft catching on her rim, making her shake in anticipation and her cunt throb for more. The creature forced her on their cock, breaking through both her ass and cunt in straight conviction. Their large claw wrapped around her waist, complete stamina with a momentous swell in her stomach, their tongue enveloped around her neck, taunting her with a lick against her lips.

They forced her down with a skintight slide down, bottoming out with Sejin’s breath leaving her lungs when the creature fills her up all the way to the hilt, shaking, twitching, and needy. A carnal screech leaves their fangs before pulling Sejin down on their cocks with quickness, the motion similar to a flesh-light as otherworldly cries filled the air.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!”

Sejin yelped, her hands trying to find somewhere to grab but she couldn’t with how brisk and ragged the monster was fucking her on its cocks, throbbing, tense and sweaty. Their scaly thighs chipped away at her fur with each rub against their crotch. Its only mission is to pump Sejin so full of cum that she’ll have to waddle out of her with the artifact in her hands and cum in her holes.

With more frantic thrusts and a few panicky moans later, the reptile fills up both her holes, warm, invading green substance filling her womb to the brim to leak out, the feline’s back paws scratching the surface with a barely contained scream that shook both of their cores.

The monster yanked her off with no regard, grabbing both her arms and legs, folding them over her head, sinking the flexible feline on their dicks again, this time their fangs rubbed her lips with a crook of their neck, tongues slicking over her mouth before shoving it inside, intruding, drinking up Sejin’s cries.

“Ahhahh…~”

Her jaw started to ache, her holes started to ache as it fucked the eggs deeper inside with each thrust. Low, rumbling tremors-like growls flowed through them with it filling all of Sejin’s holes exploring each crevice with such fervor that the creature almost wanted to eat her whole.

Almost. It was tempting.

Pumping more and more, desperation wore heavily on them, weighty pants and shrill grunts made it clear that they were close again with Sejin’s jaw slack and her holes burning from the pain mixing in with the pleasure.

“Fuck…fuck, you’re close again, are you?”

When the creature responded with growls border-lining that of a raging animal, that was all the hint that she needed.

“Yeah…cum in me again, fucker. Do it. Use me~”

She dared them, disguised as a plea to get more and more of their cum in her cunt. The pain in the morning after will be worth the pit stop. Pulsating inside her, their hips snapped up to meet hers, now coaxed to fill her womb with parasitical eggs. To overflow her with it.

“Shit…! Fuck yes…yes—ahnn—!”

Untrained, broken groans came from the creature as they spilled inside of her again, her stomach bulge now bigger than before, swole and ample with each fill of cum and eggs in her holes. That left a breathless Sejin and a still hard mysterious creature.

Jerking her off their cocks and taking their tongues out, she falls on her back with a soft womph!, the cushion below yet with her and the monster who heaved heavily above her, glaring down with their quad, glowing green eyes. Her legs shaking and shivering, staring back into them.

“Damn…”

She bites her lip, fangs protruding out of her mouth with a spread of her legs, noticing their cum dripping out of her, wetting the bed. She felt so full and exhaustive, spent yet she yearned for more as the monster looked down at her with such hunger. Their own teeth pried open and dribbling wet.

They flip her over, not giving her the chance to breath once again. Because they weren’t finished. Not at all. This time, they push her down to the bed, face down, ass up, jiggling in the naked air as the creature squeezes the surface, wrenching open her holes to see a few egg push out with the feline squirting on their face in several streams.

That got the creature to grumble, tongues lapping over the surface for a taste with another hiss exiting their lips. Both claws push her down to the bed, slicking their cocks against her before pushing back in easily because of the mess.

“Fuck! Yes…PLEASE…!”

The creature reacted with dangerous, bed-shaking siphons that made the bed frame bang against the wall in rhythmic clangs, pace not letting out not once. Demonic and unstoppable. Sejin’s whines echoed that of pain, yet it was pleasure with her endless mewls and cum dripping down her thighs with each pound against her cervix.

“Harder…harder, you pussy!”

Huffing in her face and snarling, the creature took great offense, a large sharp claw wrapping around her neck to push her deeper into the bed, cutting off her oxygen. They bottom out in her again, having her twitch and squeeze around their dicks as she cums on them, trying to milk them dry of their lump sum.

There was no way that no one didn’t suspect the thumping wall noises that filled the room. The sliding doors and windows were cracked open and the night was quiet, yet that arouses Sejin more, whimpering around the fullness that was jammed inside, her breath hitting a new high, feeling them swell once again.

“Please…cum inside…”

Breathless, sated and tired, Sejin managed to choke out as her oxygen started to wear out and her eyes were heavy from the lack of. Stretching her holes out, they fuck into her with no chance of stopping, muttering in their foreign tongue. The feline paying no attention to it, only to the burning pain tingling in both her holes and a woozy, lightheadedness. They bottom out one more time, shaking the entire bed creating a lot of friction from the frame to the floor, screeching with a loud growl.

Filling Sejin up once again, their grip on her head lets out, letting her breath again as she gasps for air, her cunt clenching, milking their dicks out as her stomach bulge went impossibly bigger, cracked moans leaving her mouth, legs twitching.