#minecraft smut

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༊*·˚ Before getting together, he'd absolutely jerk off while watching you through your window. Usually only when you're changing or also pleasuring yourself. He just can't help himself! He'd last a pathetically short amount of time too, especially if you were also masturbating. It'd only be a few minutes at most before he's spilling in his hand and fighting back moans. His eyes nearly rolling back as he plants his other hand on the side of your house, gloved fingers pressing hard into the wood, trying so hard to not give himself away.

༊*·˚ He's still a little pervert voyeur even when you're dating. You can't lie though, you love it. There's nothing sexier than the sight of him on his knees, stroking his cock while he stares at you rubbing your clit with a vibrator. Or maybe fucking yourself with a dildo that's bigger or thicker than him, making him feel even more pathetic.

It's 10 times hotter when his arms are tied behind his back too. Watching his cock twitch and throb while he breathes heavily, his wide dark eyes giving you a look that says "please touch me or let me touch myself, I'm dying here."

༊*·˚ He loves being inside you as much as possible. He dreamt about it for months and months when he was watching you, and now that he actually gets to feel your warm slick cunt squeezing around him, he wants to feel it as much as possible. If you work from home or just spend a lot of time on your computer, he begs you to sit on his cock while you're at your desk. He always regrets offering though when you spend the afternoon purposely clenching around him, just to get him riled up and deny sex until you're done working.

But sometimes he just can't wait. There's been more than a couple times where he's gripped your hips and started pounding up into you without warning, burying his face into your neck and groaning. If he feels especially needy, he bites and sucks on the skin of your shoulders and neck, leaving a plethora of teeth marks and purple bruises.

༊*·˚ The Knocker loves free use too, going both ways of course. He lives for when you randomly come up to him as he's relaxing on the couch, just to push him on his back and climb atop his face, using his mouth to get yourself off.

He takes full advantage of free use too. It's not uncommon at all for him to come up behind you and bend you over whatever surface is in front of you. Sometimes he fucks you for his own pleasure, sometimes he fingers you and plays with your tits until you gush around his fingers.

༊*·˚ Somno goes hand-in-hand with free use. If you're okay with it, he'd love to fold you in half while you sleep and cum inside you till he passes out. Maybe he'd choose to pull your top up and fuck your tits too, making you wake up to cum on your face and sore nipples from being pinched and rubbed.

He loves it most when you use him while he sleeps though. He has the best orgasms of his life when he wakes up to you bouncing on his morning wood, not caring about anything but your own pleasure.

༊*·˚ When it comes to just regular sessions between you, I think he likes it a little rough. He fucks hard and fast, his tip threatening to hit your cervix with every thrust of his long cock. He has an inhuman stamina too, he could go multiple rounds back to back, not stopping till you're 100 percent satisfied.

༊*·˚ Speaking of being rough, I think he can accidentally get carried away when you give him head. He's a bit of a head pusher without realizing it, he just gets so needy and overwhelmed with pleasure, he ends up gripping your hair into a makeshift ponytail before thrusting into your mouth. He immediately stops when he hears you gag, looking down at you with guilty eyes. (You just giggle and give him the go-ahead to continue though.)

༊*·˚ It's not exactly a kink of his, but he also finds it hot when you're wearing lip gloss while you suck him off. He likes seeing the evidence of your act in the form of a pink sticky ring of gloss around the base of his cock.

༊*·˚ The Knocker is a total munch. A real eater. He could spend hours between your legs, licking and sucking your sensitive clit, slipping his tongue in your hole, getting almost dizzy from how fucking turned on he is from your moans and gasps. On occasion he'll slip two gloved fingers inside, angling himself to hit your g-spot each time he enters.

༊*·˚ If you like him, you probably have a mask kink. And he is more than happy to fulfill your fantasies. Want him to keep his usual one on? That's perfect. Want him to dress up as your favorite masked character? Sure, who do you want. Ghostface? Vigilante? Frontman? König? Just say it and he'll do it.

This goes well with roleplay, which I'll touch more on later.

༊*·˚ Dry humping isn't his biggest kink, but he does quite enjoy it with you. It gives him a major ego boost and hard-on watching you desperately grind on his bulge like a bitch in heat, too worked up to even get naked. His eyes stay glued to where your clothed pussy meets his crotch, feeling himself twitch in his pants, just aching to stuff you full. But seeing you enjoy yourself like this? He can wait a little while longer to fuck your brains out.

༊*·˚ He also noticed you really liked his black leather gloves. So of course he had to incorporate them into sex more often. He'll slap and grip your ass with them on; play with your tits; finger you and make you lick them clean; and of course, wrap those nice strong hands around your throat while he fucks you into the mattress.

༊*·˚ Now let's get to more of his kinks.

༊*·˚ Edging. This one goes both ways, though he hates to admit he loves when you tease him like that.

His favorite way to be edged is when receiving a blow job. You'll have his cock shoved down your throat, practically fucking your own face on it, and then when you feel it throbbing in your mouth, you pull away. It leaves him almost gasping for air when he feels the sudden loss of contact. He looks down at you like "what the hell?", but you don't say anything.

Instead you take his cock in your hand, slowly stroking it while you lick and suck his balls, peering up at him through your lashes. He whines and bucks his hips into your hand, whispering please under his breathe. You don't comply though, not until he begs a few more times at least.

And he thought that'd be the end of that for tonight. But when you do it again next time he's close? He knows he's in for a long ride.

But don't worry, he definitely gets his payback every time.

༊*·˚ When it comes to you, he pairs edging with restraints and crying. He LOVES cuffing your hands to the headboard and fucking you till you sob.

He'd be balls deep with your legs wrapped around his hips, hitting your sweet spot with nearly every thrust. One hand holding a vibrator to your clit, the other hand rubbing circles on your nipple.

The three sensations combined has you like putty in his hands, you're hardly fighting back on the restraints anymore. You're just too fucked out to be a brat right now.

Besides the constant moans and whimpers pouring from your mouth, he can feel that you're about to cum. With all the tight squeezing around his cock, and the juices dripping from your pussy.

That's when he decides to stop. Suddenly, and all together. The sudden loss of friction has you whining, pouting up at him.

"What... why'd you stop?"

He doesn't respond. Instead, he just tilts his head to the side, looking down at you through his mask. You can tell by the look in his eyes he's smiling. Jerk.

You groaned, kicking your legs at him and pulling at your handcuffs. "Ugh... pleaseee keep going. Pleaseee."

He huffed out a quiet laugh as you kept pleading with him. But, he eventually gave in. That's not to say he let you finish though, he gave you the exact treatment you'd given him. Only he didn't let you cum until those pretty tears starting staining your cheeks.

༊*·˚ Overstimulation is another way he gets you to cry tears of pleasure. It mostly happens when he's eating you out. He'll have you going round after round after round, cumming on his face the entire night until you genuinely can't hold back the sobs.

༊*·˚ Your size difference is something The Knocker really gets off on as well. He's much taller and stronger than you, and he uses it to his advantage. He often shows off his strength in bed by holding you down, picking you up, or putting you in whatever position he chooses.

One of your favorite moments was the time he pinned you up the bedroom wall, legs over his shoulders as you ate you out.

༊*·˚ Scent. He's been obsessed with you since the moment he began stalking you met you, and that includes being obsessed with every part of you. Sometimes just smelling your natural scent mixed with that lovely perfume you use is enough to get him going.

He also finds himself drawn to your used clothes when you aren't around and he's missing you. If he's horny, he's finding the freshest pair of panties in the laundry basket and sniffing them while he jerks off to your pictures. Maybe he wraps the panties around his cock too.

If he's not in the mood though, he just finds a t-shirt and dresses your pillow in it to cuddle, double the scent of you. :)

༊*·˚ Now, he doesn't actually want to get you pregnant (he wants you all to himself), but he's obsessed with the idea of breeding you. He's just so turned on by the thought of permanently claiming you, tying you to him forever.

So most of the time you fuck, he's doing it raw and giving you a creampie. Whole time picturing how perfect you'd look carrying his offspring, how thick you'd get from the extra weight gain. Sometimes it gets him feeling a little dizzy, and starts to wonder if he should ask you to get off birth control.

༊*·˚ Similar to edging, he loves making you beg for him by teasing you. His favorite way to do this is to get you all hot n bothered, just to only put the tip in.

But first he'd slide his cock up and down your folds, his fat tip bumping against your clit each time he moves up. You gasp and push your hips up slightly each time too, hoping he gets the hint to just fuck you already.

Of course he knows what you want, he just wants to hear you pout and beg for it. When you do get an attitude and go "Ughh, pleasee just fuck me already!" He just hums in response, sliding only his tip into your cunt and fucking you with that.

He probably strokes his cock too just to get you even more horny. And it works, he has you pathetically begging to be used before he actually stuffs his whole dick in you.

༊*·˚ Not a kink, but Knocker is definitely a tits guy. No matter the size or shape, he's loves giving them a lot of attention. Sometimes he'll sneak up behind you so he can snake his arms up your shirt and play with your tits. (You can literally feel his boner growing against your ass when he does this.)

If you're fucking in missionary, best believe he'll always have one nipple in his mouth, and one in his hands.

Tit fucking is a big love of his too, like I said previously, he thinks it's hottest to do it while you're sleeping.

༊*·˚ Body worship! It doesn't happen often, since he's usually more rough and fast. But on nights where he takes his time, he really takes his time. He's kissing and caressing every inch of your body as he slowly undresses you, whispering praises in his low gravely voice. He spends quite a long time on foreplay. Starting with kisses on your neck, then moving down to your tits, finally making his way to your pussy. But before he goes down on you, he always bites and kisses the inside of your thighs.

And only after he's made you cum on his face a few times will he finally fuck you. Only this time he's slow and deep, not rushing or being too rough this time. (Though you'll still end up with bruised hips from how tight his hands were gripping you.)

༊*·˚ Sex tapes! You don't do them often, but he loves it when you let him. He only really uses them when you're away for more than a day, but he still has plenty saved.

༊*·˚ He likes roleplay, it's fun. But he loves it when it's paired with CNC or primal play. Some of his favorite scenarios are...

Pretending to be an intruder who fucks you while you sleep and records it for blackmail.

Dressing as Ghostface, who chases his victim through the house before finally catching her in the basement. But instead of killing, he takes advantage of her before snapping a polaroid pic of the aftermath.

Suiting up as your favorite COD character, hunting you down in the woods and fucking you from behind on the ground, and again against a tree.

༊*·˚ Now onto his fav positions...

༊*·˚ Mating press. It allows him to be as deep as possible, and let's him have full access to your tits.

༊*·˚ He likes the headlock and full nelson for the same reasons: he gets to show off his strength, and these positions keep you pinned against him. No running away for you! 🤭

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The clock spun to early morning as you watched Jesse practice his skills on the armor stand. Seeing him swing left and right, handling the sword with utmost care and determination. You saw how hard he trained whenever you were overseeing him overwork himself, dwelling more on this. You saw him put away the sword and start walking over to you. Upon reaching you, he stood next to you, acting as if he was leaning against you.

You exclaimed, “ Ew Jesse, you’re gonna get sweat on my clothes. That’s nasty.” You giggled as he spoke up, saying “I am sooo offended. You know I wouldn’t mind if it was…” as he trailed off, shifting his gaze in the process. “Yeah, okay…” you said raising your brow at him. Seeing this, he immediately strained his posture.

“Eh, you know I was just thinking. With all this training, I’m unsure if I’ll ever be able to put it to use” as he did a glance your way with a smirk clearly on his face.

Oh yeah? You really wanna bet that, Jesseboy, you replied as you leaned off of the wall. Noticing this he backed away from you with a certain glint in his eye as he paused, taking back out two wooden swords “There’s the spirit here take this” he said while handing the sword to you. With this, you knew he was just as ready as you were to spar.

He got a few steps away before turning to you, saying, “Maybe we can test it out?” Leading on with a wink in your direction, “Oh, it’s on.” You say swiftly, getting closer to him, taking a swing at his side. Yet he managed to counter it, pushing the sword upright, making you tumble back as he pushes even more, which lands you to the wall. “Hah, maybe the training was beneficial or maybe you’re just too slow?” He smirked. “Oh, this is rich coming from you” you quip back at him

sliding from against the wall, you manage to push him in a quick whim, making him huff as he tried to stand his ground. “Woah,woah, woah, who knew you’ve gotten only a tad bit better,” he said in a mocking tone.

You shifted the sword in between your hands. “Yeah, thanks…” you huffed out, simply trying to figure out what to do next, but with this, you let your guard down as he lunged towards you, tackling you to the ground. Yet, with going down so fast with all the weight that’s on you, you feel winded.

“…Ugh, I’m sorry. I thought you’d be able to handle it,” Jesse said barely above a whisper, yet you could only groan in response as he hovered over your face, looking for signs that you’d be okay. You were able to finally sort yourself out. “Okay, so that was NOT expected,” as he snorted in response.

With a quick turn, you locked your legs around his waist in a swift movement, flipping him to be on his back with you on top. As you responded, “Yet I am always able to control the situation” with a smirk on your face, as he glared up at you. “Yeah, you always say stuff like that, yet you never account for what CAN happen,” as he grabbed at your waist trying to change the position you were in but failing miserably.

He made some sort of strangled noise as you leaned forward, putting the wooden sword to the neck and whispering in his ear, “See, I win…” With this, he struggled a bit being stuck on the ground, a girl straddling you, and a sword to the neck. He quickly shot one of his hands to where your hand met the sword while the other repeatedly tapped the floor as he kept repeating, “Okay,okay, I surrender!” As he kept shifting unknowingly rubbing against you.

With this, you said, “Jesse, can you please stop moving-!” Flinging the wooden sword as you tried to rip your hand out of his grasp, which didn’t really work as you leaned back, putting your weight against his propped-up knees.

You were confused on what happened yet you still were worried saying “Jesse are you okay…? You kinda look like you just flatlined?” His mouth opened yet closed in a goldfish motion as he let go of your wrist bringing his hands to his face muttering “god I’m so sorry… but please don’t move..” “what why? Did I do something to you? Did I hurt you??” You say becoming increasingly more worried but he could only respond with “no…. Just please chill out on moving…..” you were about to quip back with something witty but you felt something hard

And it was something that you couldn’t play off so you asked”Jesse do you have something in you pants pocket? Right here seems kind of hard?” As you locked eyes with him while dragging your hand to the area and lightly squeezing the area to figure out what it was he makes a strange noise

you quickly pull back repeatedly only saying “i didn’t mean to do that.. i’m sorry… i didn’t intend to..” you said quietly yet fast with a pleading tone but he seemed As if he didn’t care as he shook his head both of you guys turning red from embarrassment “it’s fine but….all it takes for you to slow down is for you to grab my junk?” He chuckled “maybe if I let you do that more I won’t have to deal with how you act huh?” He hummed away and all you could respond with “maybe…” barely above a whisper

He looked at you in your eyes “would you want to continue with what was started..?” He questioned and you quickly nodded as he lifted himself up from his elbows so you’re properly in his lap

He leaned closer to your face searching for something yet you leaned forward and connected the kiss both of you shutting your eyes as his hands searched for your sides while you rushed to have your arms around him having a hold in his hair hungrily chasing each others lips

After the heated kiss it ended with you both of you panting into each other’s mouths as he stared into your eyes pawing at the lower part of your shirt waiting until you nodded allowing him to take it off and over your head. He would slowly move his hands to grab the cups of your bra still looking into your eyes as he pressed his lips to yours while this was happening he would take his hands to trace to your back holding onto the clasps as he broke the kiss again and asking in a hushed tone eyes searching your face “are you still okay with this?..” you chose not to answer only to eagerly nod

As he unclipped your bra you maneuvered your arms out of the straps as he brought the front down below the swell of your boobs discarding it to a random corner, as your nipples began pebbling beneath the stare he was doing as if it was going to drink you in. He leaned forward to have his nose nose buried between your breasts, inhaling so hard he groaned

With this simple action, you could feel him throb against you, in turn making you want to get him undressed. While he was busy with kissing and licking between the valley of your breasts, you tried to slip the suspender straps off. Jesse leaned back with a smirk as you whispered into his ear “Mmm… I’m happy I can see that handsome face of yours again without it being in my chest, but why don’t we go a bit further..?”

“Yeah, but why don’t we move to one of the chairs? I mean, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, you know?” But his response was unexpected but welcomed, and you agreed, moving out of his lap and lending him a hand to get up, bringing him over to said chairs.

Once you guys got over to them he would begin to take off his clothes and you followed along even though your only needed to take your pants and panties off and once they were you noticed Jesse was already in the chair patting his thigh

You walked over and got on your knees in front of him, looking up into his eyes, touching the band of his boxers.

All you could think is damn did he really not think it’d be easier to take these off?”

Yet you still asked him if he’s okay with this. He would say yes. He would say yes, while briefly looking at his face when you were sliding down the boxers.

Once you got them down, seeing his dick slap back against his lower abdomen, seeing the sheer size of it.

Though it was just a surprise to see that it was bigger than what you would believe is average

You would bring your hand up to the red tip, lightly touching it and seeing it twitch as Jesse let out a small grunt. Which in turn gave you a bit of confidence to fully stroke it.

Once you started pumping up and down, you would begin to lock eyes with Jesse, seeing how ecstasy seemingly shot through his body through something so minuscule, which led to you taking an experimental lick at the tip. In turn, he moaned from this action

Son you would begin to take the tip fully into your mouth while your hands began to cascade down to the base of him, making use of what you can when you only have half of it in your mouth.

Laying your tongue flat against the underside you would begin to bob your head as you were about to speed up you felt a hand hold the roots of your hair guiding you to go faster

As your ministrations became even more faster you kept hearing him moan your name as you continued sucking as if this was a graded test though saliva was on your chin from this it was worth it until a particular harsh push against the rest of his length as he apologized saying “f-fuckkk I’m sorry you feel so good right now… I-i think I’m about to cum..” as he tugged your head flush against him groaning out loud as you felt the cum spurt down your throat as he released your hair leaning back with an apology as you let go and with a hard gulp and a little cough you were able to swallow it all with a salty aftertaste

You got up with wobbly knees as he held your hips opening his mouth and saying “would you be fine if I tasted you though..?” With a puppy dog look in his eyes you only nodded as he got up and you exchanged places

As you sat with your legs together yet he pried them apart giving you a smile while doing so and once he got closer to the place you wanted it most, you resisted closing your legs as his breath fanned over your cunt and with no benign reason he took a big inhale saying something on “how obsessed he is with your smell” smiling to himself as he did a kitten lick at your slit before diving in

All suddenly he was lapping up at your hole without warning as he would suddenly bring his fingers up to insert them starting with one and then two

As he worked you open he would begin to talk saying “ffucck—you’re so beautiful aren’t you?” With this your body responded for you by shying away from him yet he used his other arm to lock your leg in place “aweee don’t shy out now just let it happen” he said in a light voice

But everything started to build up once he would circle your clit with his tongue while he pumped and curled his fingers inside you. Arching your back from this sensation, you gripped his hair, moaning out his name as if it were a prayer, as you felt sparks tingling in your lower stomach as you moved his head, urging him to go faster. And with a few more curls from his fingers inside of you and the attention on your clit, you felt spasms in your lower belly as you mewled his name and locked your legs around his head while he groaned. Who knew he was good at this?

With a rush of heat flowing to your cheeks out of embarrassment as he lifted himself to your face, giving a sloppy kiss to you as you tasted yourself on his lips before he let go, “Do you think you’re ready?” he asked. You nodded. He gave you a pat on the thigh. “I want to hear you say it, it isn’t THAT hard, hun,” and you whispered, “Yeah, I think I’m ready…” “What? Can you say that louder?” he smirked. “Yes, I’m ready for you Jesse please!” You exclaimed to him, and he smiled calling you perfect.

He would align himself with your hole, yet tapping his head on your clit making you jolt. The feeling until he slowly pushed himself in as you felt the burning stretch as he rubbed at your hip, whispering something you didn’t catch as you were too focused on him trying to get inside you though the pain was finally turning into pleasure as he fully bottomed out inside.

Yet finally being in you is his release. He loves the way you feel as he watches you clench around him, clenching your eyes. This in all made him feel proud with all the turns of events.

Then you spoke up, asking him to move, and he nodded slowly, thrusting his hips forward to meet you, pounding into you without warning, causing pain mixed with ecstasy as he kissed you, trailing down to your breasts as he brought one of them into his mouth, one hand pinching at your other nipple while he moved his other hand to rub at your clit.

All these sensations that you were going through, you could only respond with whines, whimpers, and moans along with Jesse’s name, which fueled his ego, making him know he’s doing good for you.

But he doesn’t think he’ll last with the way you’re squeezing him and the way he can taste the sweetness of sweat on your skin, but he loves every single thing.

Concluding his thoughts, you felt yourself getting closer because of his ministrations, almost becoming putty because of him.

Is there a possible way to fall in love with someone just because of this? Who cares..

But you noticed his hips’ rhythm becoming irregular as he rubbed against your nub faster than before, making you feel as if you were about to burst. Until one particular thrust upwards felt like absolute heaven as he kept hitting that spot. You knew it was over by that point as you started to clench and moan from the way he was moving in and out of you.

Then finally, your back bowed off of the chair as you moaned out Jesse’s name from the absolute ecstasy you’re feeling. From your release his hips started moving more sloppy as he released your tit from his mouth he groaned loud as he fully bottomed out spilling his seed inside whispering praises and talking about how much he loved you while his head rested in the crook of your neck

You absentmindedly responded to him saying “I love you too, Jesse… but what are we?” And he replied to you “I loved you for a while, and I would like to get together with you even under these circumstances.” He acted shy after he admitted that, and the only thing you could do after was smile and say “I liked you too…”

Then you heard something outside it sounded like people on the ladder? and that’s when Jesse jumped up, throwing on his pants while you tried to scatter and find yours too along with your shirt and once you guys were dressed, he opened the trapdoor to see axel and Olivia with a shocked look

Oh….. they heard…?

Made 6/15/26—finished 6/21/26—⋆˚꩜｡ NeptunesBounty on ao3 and neptunesbountyy on Tumblr!—do not copy nor translate unless you ask and credit

Enderman Who knows his rut is approaching, and is trying to find a mate to satisfy him needs for the rest of his life.

Enderman who looks into the sky while holding a red poppy seeing as the clouds get darker. Maybe he can finally be rid of this pesky season if he stayed out long enough.

Enderman who doesn't wanna die either to just get rid of his urges. Across the horizon he spots a house and decides to rapidly teleport towards it to beat the rain.

Enderman barely makes it as he feels the pain of rain drip onto his shadowy skin, finally teleporting into the house that thankfully had high walls.

Enderman who hears movement from below him. Hearing them quickly approach. He's so tired. He's hurt. The rain kinda did a number on him. He was bleeding black blood all over the floor.

Enderman who was stuck in place as the flower dropped from his trembling hands, looking at the newest pretty one he was gazing upon. "₱ⱤɆ₮₮Ɏ ₣ⱠØ₩ɆⱤ"

Pretty You standing in front of this large 8'6 black shadowy figure that the soon realized is an Enderman. A Vocal one at that. But why is it bleeding, is it okay.

Oh! Looking outside you can see why he's hurt. Rain. The Enderman got stuck in the rain. She sees now. She runs back into her mine, to the Endermans grief you are now out of his sight. He lets out a chilling distorted whimper. But you are back into his sight in nearly 2 seconds, he collapsed to the floor in half relief half pain.

Why? Why are you helping him? Why haven't you killed him? Why aren't you afraid? Why haven't you beheaded him and taken his pearls yet? Is this real? Maybe this is his mate? It had to be. You were his. Only His! He had to make you his. But he can't move. He's in too much pain to move. He wants your touch, he can feel the heat in his dark shadowy body start to rise. It's here! His heat is here and it's approaching fast. Enderman is in love. Dark particles and purple crystals were floating around his body in praise.

When The Enderman came back to reality, he didn't even know he had passed out. But there he was laying on a light blue carpet. In front of a brick fireplace with his pretty little mate bandaging up his limbs, with such gentleness he thought she was an actual illusion. She was so gentle. So sweet, talking to him softly, telling him that it'll be okay and that she's trying to help him, so don't hurt her.

Hurt her? Why would he do that. You're his mate, well you're going to be his mate. He shifted in his position and she flintched back. God her fear smells like honey, but he doesn't want her to be afraid of him. He wants her to be aroused by him, wants to hear and see her begging. Wants to feel her warm on top of him. No No No, Not him on top of her, he's far to large, he'll crush her. That voice, he wants to hear it whimpering his name, His given name, he's gonna unsheathe soon. He doesn't want to, but he can't help it. At this point he's burning up.

"₱ⱤɆ₮₮Ɏ ₣ⱠØ₩ɆⱤ. ĐØ ₦Ø₮ ฿Ɇ ₳₣Ɽ₳łĐ. ₱ⱠɆ₳₴Ɇ, ₵Ø₥Ɇ ₵ⱠØ₴ɆⱤ." Y/n couldn't understand him, but he made a motion with his bandaged hand. She came closer to him, he made these little noises, and the sound of buzzing was whisping off his body. "I . . . I— uh y-yes?" He purred at her voice, his hand coming to rest on her warm thighs. "V₳₵ɄɄ₴".

"Hm?" She tilted her head in confusion she can kinda hear his voice better now. "V₳₵ɄɄ₴, ₮Ⱨ₳₮'₴ ₥Ɏ ₦₳₥Ɇ ₣ⱠØ₩ɆⱤ. ₴₳Ɏ ł₮". That was his name, it was pretty. "Vacuus, My name is Y/n. I hope you're feeling better". He loved hearing his name roll off of her tongue, his body twitched, he wants to keep his cock in or he'll fail the mating. He knows humans mate differently than Endermans, and that there are certain things you can do with Enderman, that you CAN'T do with humans.

"₱ⱤɆ₮₮Ɏ ₣ⱠØ₩ɆⱤ ₥₳Ɏ ł Ⱨ₳VɆ ₮ⱧɆ ⱧØ₦ØⱤ Ø₣ ฿Ɇł₦₲ ɎØɄⱤ ₥₳₮Ɇ. ł ₵₳₦ ₱ⱤØ₮Ɇ₵₮ ɎØɄ ₳₦Đ ฿Ɽł₦₲ ɎØɄ ₮Ⱨł₦₲₴ ₳₴ ₱ⱤɆ₮₮Ɏ ₳₴ ɎØɄ." Y/n tiled her head in confusion. In her ears all she heard were clicking and distorted groans and chitters leaving his inhuman tongue. But she thought that he was asking for something to heal himself. An apple perhaps, or maybe a Chorus fruit possibly popped chorus fruit, she doesn't know what its kind eats. All she can do is nods.

Vacuus was so happy at this, he teleported excitedly 10 inches away from her and off of the carpet onto the dark wooden floors. She accepted his mating. He must complete the mating by sheathing her on his cock and giving her his mar— a panicked chitter left his mouth as he watches his mate stand, he is too weak to reach out to her and she was leaving, where was she going! Did he misread, did she actually reject him instead. '₵Ø₥Ɇ ฿₳₵₭!' He wanted to shout at her but it came out as a loud high pitched screeched, one that his mate physically cringed at.

Y/n had put her hands up in surrender afraid that she might had triggered him into being agro. "I'll be back Vacuus I'm going to get you some food okay." —and with that she left her house in a hurry. Vacuus was left there. Alone . . . Alone!

For 5 days and 5 nights, Vacuus was left inside of his mate's house suffering through his heat. Today is his last day of heat. It's so intense. Where is his mate, he refuses to leave the house just in case his mate comes back, but he wants to leave to make sure she is alright. He was healed, he had healed 12 hours after she had left. Maybe it was actually a rejection and she was never coming back, maybe she had set up residence somewhere else to get away from him, maybe he came on way to har— *Crash!!*

—A loud crashing noise was rung through the empty wooden house as Y/n had returned, she had to find the end portal and travel to the end to find Vacuus some food, but it took so long to find it, and by the time she did find it she was tired, and decided to go through with her journey due to the fact she had made it so far, jumped in the portal against her body's disapproval. She has to fight the THE FUCKING DRAGON to just go through a small portal that she could barely fit through to get a chorus fruit that has literally appeared right in front of very eyes as soon as she went through it. Just to be safe she grabbed a FUCKING bunch, No way she'll be making this goddamn trip again!

After killing the dragon she didn't know she had peered into the eyes of other Enderman as they chased her with harsh feral purple eyes. 'This better be worth it!' She pleaded in her tired and sleep deprived mind. She hoped that Vacuus was still in her house and hadn't disappeared as soon as he was healed.

"Hello Vacuus, I'm back I brought you some fo— AHH!!?"

Without even finishing her sentence Vacuus had appeared right in front of her, giving her those same feral eyes that those Enderman had given her back in The End. She gulped audibly as he had grabbed her hard and zapped them both towards the living room with the now snuffed out fire. The house was so cold, how long had the fire been out.

"V-Vacuus?! What's wrong what's the matter I brought you food!" Y/n tried to reach for her backpack that had been slung off of her when he had slammed her into the fluffy cold ground. His stare was so intense, so feral, why was he so mad? Damn near out of breath, she was able to grab it. Hurriedly opening up the flap of the backpack and ripped out a now bruised Chorus fruit. Vacuus' burning eyes dimmed down in realization, and he let out a Chitter of self-disappointment.

His mate . . . Was just bringing him food.

Wait

That fruit—

—Was from his home world?! How did she get it?! Did she go all the way to his home world just to bring him his favorite food?!!! A simple apple would have sufficed! His little squishy mate risked her life just to bring HIM his favorite food. This must have been her way of showing that she was a suitable mate for him. He'll have to repay the favor later but for now, he just wants to feel his mate. Inside and Out.

A Groan had left Vacuus' mouth, His tongue fucking into his mates leaking, gushing, fat cunt. The suction of it was pulling his tongue greedily, the small women above him had lidded eyes, hands covering up her plump lips, holding in her cute moans and gasp, and knees pushed up against her breast. Vaccus' hands held them steady, earlier they were clamping down on his head but he couldn't hear her moans like that.

He let one hand go from one of her thighs, letting it fall on his shoulder as he uses two clawed fingers to stretch her open a little, tentacles wrapping around her arms to rip them away from her mouth.

((This is not done, I'll have to come back to it and I accidentally uploaded it 🙄😞

You spawned in a gorgeous flower field. Blues and reds and pinks and yellows for miles on end, blanketing the earth as far as the eye could see. You picked them as you walked, crafting a flower crown for yourself before starting on a necklace to match. Floral scents wafted on the breeze, mixing together into a natural perfume that wrapped you in the spring-like bliss that made the passage of time irrelevant.

Until the sun set. 

Long fingers wrapped around your ankle before you even realized the hand had burst from the ground like one of the many blossoms around it. You tasted dirt as you fell to the ground, heart thrumming in your ears as you were jerkily yanked towards the hole again and again. You heard your own shriek ringing through the quiet night as you fumbled for a hold in the loose dirt, sneakers kicking about wildly before you grew the sense to kick the hand. 

You wrenched your body to the side, throat tightening as you laid eyes on your attacker, halfway pulled out of the ground. 

Something happened. Both at that moment, with your core throbbing in a cruel act of betrayal, and before that. Before you spawned. Because suddenly you could hardly call him a monster. His skin held a sickly hue and he was coated thickly in dirt from crawling out of his own grave…

But his hair looked soft and silky where it hung over crystal blue eyes. The kind of eyes that you saw only on actors and just went wow. The kind of eyes that, when you stomped on his fingers because you were already in motion for fight or flight, showed his pain as clearly as if it was written on a neon sign. 

He released you, and you were sure that moan sounded like an, “ooooooow.” You weren’t an idiot, though, so you scrambled to your feet and you were going to run for your fucking life to find some trees to make a sword-

His eyes became wider than saucers as he started sinking back into the ground. Already filthy fingernails carved thick trenches in the loose dirt, quickly turning into a frantic scramble as he desperately searched for anything solid enough to grip.

It was only as his shoulders sank beneath the grass that you realized he wasn’t trying to pull you in: he was trying to pull himself out.

You snatched his hand just before it disappeared. 

“Fuck me,” you grunted, anchoring your heels as much as you could in what was practically quicksand. You got him pulled up enough you could grab his forearm with your other hand. “Fuck me with a fucking cactus!” You could hear him spitting out dirt but didn’t bother looking, searching for a more solid place to pull towards. “Stupidest fucking idea ever, I’m so going to die for this.” Your ankles were hit by the cold dirt. The more you pulled him out, the more weight displacement dragged you in. If you didn’t find a more solid patch before you got him out…

The flowers. 

It hit you like a shot of adrenaline straight to your heart, kicking your legs into motion. 

Flowers have roots, roots hold the surrounding dirt, get to the flowers. 

You kicked up more dirt than a racehorse charging towards the nearest flower patch. He couldn’t do much to help himself until his feet were free, but long fingers held your own with a grateful kind of desperateness as you dragged him through the loose dirt. When your foot didn’t sink in where you stepped, you gave one final tug that yanked him free-

And knocked you on your ass.

The wind was knocked from your lungs when you landed on your back, then again as the zombie landed on top of you. Your heart thudded in your chest as his hot breath washed over the bare skin of your collarbone, shirt disturbed from your adventure. His lips ghosted over the tender skin just above your breast, shocking a realization into you.

Three, actually.

The first was that there was a flesh eating monster pinning you to the ground.

The second was that he was groaning out, “aaaaan koooo,” which, after only a minute, you deduced to be ‘thank you.’

The third was that that was not a sword poking you.

“Crap,” you groaned. “Okay, no biggie, just gotta make an opportunity to escape-”

His hips rutted against you, a deep moan falling from his lips as if surprised by it himself. His pants weren’t denim like yours- the soft material did nothing to impede the swell of his cock as the friction against your thigh spurred blood flow south. He took a shaky breath against you as if trying to control himself, but it turned into another moan. 

“Sweeeet…”

Sweet. He thinks you smell sweet. You are so getting your brains ate. GG.

With no sword to fight back, you clenched your eyes shut tight and accepted your failure as his jaw fell open, diving for your neck to sink his teeth-

Mwah.

Your eyes blinked open.

Mwah. Mwah.

Vibrations rumbled up the column of your throat as the zombie hummed, a happy noise reminiscent of a tamed cat that perfectly matched the curl of his lips, but nothing else about this situation. 

His tongue swiped across his dry lips to wet them and inadvertently caught a taste of your supple skin, dick jumping in his pants as the sweet flavor worked to completely fill his every sense with you. The flowers combined with your natural scent already had him breathing deeply, and the feeling of your soft body pressed against his as tight as possible-

His lips parted, capturing your neck. Your breath stuttered in your lungs as his tongue laved over the skin, teeth working ever so gently at it as if merely trying to work more into his mouth- as if the thought of biting you was never even entertained. His hips took a smoother pattern, knees digging into the grass on either side of your thigh to better roll against you, still suckling on your neck. 

What could you do?

Technically, lots. You could shove him by the shoulders, headbutt him- your knee was actually in a very optimal position for doing damage. 

But he was moving lower. He was dragging his lips down your collarbones and his hips were moving faster against you and his hot breath washed over your nipples through the thin fabric of your tee-

And he was moaning, mouthing at your tits as he came in his pants- and came, and came. You could feel it soak right through his pants- god there’s no way he’s wearing underwear, how was he buried without underwear?

Focus! After coming so hard, he’d surely be disoriented: you needed to prioritize your escape! Except…

Did you?

Because surely there were other monsters roaming the night, but none seemed to be coming near you. Maybe they were put off by the sounds and smell of sex, maybe they couldn’t see you where you laid in the thick grass. Whatever the reason, they weren’t approaching, and he was pawing at the crotch of your jeans.

“Soooft,” he moaned, clumsy and thick fingers rubbing rough shapes over your mound. He was about as precise as a musket, but even a stopped clock could grind the denim seam against your clit twice a day.

Or something. 

It was hard to think. You were trying to ponder the ethics of intercourse with a technically dead but clearly coherent individual. Did it count as necrophilia if they’re undead? Did this pass the Harkness test? Shit, why can’t you remember what the Harkness test is? 

“Wan…”

You blinked. Baby blues peered into your own eyes. His hands stopped. He licked his lips and his brows furrowed. 

“Want,” he tried again, “wan eat too-” A sound came out of his throat, having begun deep in his chest and worked its way through him. It sounded truly monstrous: the first sign since he crawled out of the dirt that he truly was a zombie. 

He shoved his face in your stomach, shaking his head. Your first instinct it to shove him off since it really looked like he was going to gorge himself on your liver, but you managed to calm it into a minor twitch of your leg. He hadn’t shown you any harm so far, and what little compassion you had left after years of playing this ‘game’ compelled you to show him the same respect. 

When he lifted his head again you could see the sparkle of budding tears in his eyes and that small bud of compassion bloomed larger. Your hands moved faster than your brain, one combing through his dirty hair and one cupping his upturned cheek. His entire body went lax at the touch, weakly moaning as he laid his head on your stomach. 

You came to the dreadful conclusion that he looked good like this. He had a sharp profile that was softened by long lashes that drifted over his cheekbones every time he breathed deeply, his breaths out being shakier for a reason you couldn’t quite tell. You could feel him growing hard again, pressed against your shin this time.

Fuck, he was big. You told yourself there was no harm in thoughts, that they were impulsive and therefore couldn’t be held to ethical standards, because you didn’t want to hate yourself when an attractive guy was grinding his monster cock against you. Monster, you reminded yourself. A mob. But thoughts were okay. There was no harm in thinking about how wrecked you’d be if you fucked yourself on his cock. 

He growled again- that monstrous zombie growl that was somehow so out of place coming from him. “Shellsa sweet,” he mustered up, voice strained and breathy as he pressed his lips against the sliver of skin where your shirt had ridden up. “Wan’ tank koo. Wan’ eat too. Peas!”

Something clicked. Something connected in your brain. The tears made sense if they were of frustration. Frustration as this completely coherent grown man was suddenly unable to form the words he wanted- the words he needed to convey.

You smell so sweet. 

I want to thank you. 

I want to eat you.

Please!

He took a deep breath, and it dawned on you how close he was to your weeping cunt when he moaned, hips bucking down on your leg like he was ready for another round. Like he had no more control that a horny mutt, humping your leg like that. But he didn’t move otherwise. He’d asked. Now he’d wait for you to either agree or not, you realized. He was lucid enough to ask for consent, and he was sure as shit lucid enough to respect it. 

You supposed that solved your dilemma. 

“Fuck me- yes,” you managed with a thick swallow. “Yes, I want it.” You could practically watch your words sink in: he was glowing when he realized. Surprisingly not disgusting teeth bared wide in an eager grin before he pressed hard kisses down your navel, grunting displeased when your jeans didn’t pull away at the first tug. “Let me-”

He did not let you.

He took a firm grip on either side of your button and tore right through the seams until you had a pair of denim leg warmers.

“Okay, that works, too, I guess. Fuck, I’m gonna have to kill so many cows for some leggings now-” He removed your panties the same way and discarded them on the grass. “Motherfucker, you really- hoooooo fuck!”

He dove tongue first into your pussy like he’d been through a drought. His moans vibrating through your very core as he ate you out as eagerly as if the act pleasured him as much as you. And maybe it did, because as his nose rubbed against your clit, his hips jerked wildly against you. He grabbed the meat of your thigh with both hands, yanking it up to hold tightly against the side of his head to open you up, letting his tongue drive deeper until it was lapping at your g-spot. God, his tongue was long. He was reaching farther into your core than your fingers ever could- you weren’t someone who easily came without clitoral stimulation, but he was making a damn good go at it. 

As if he could hear your thoughts, one clumsy hand left your thigh to paw mindless but determined shapes against your bud, using his own thick saliva to ease the calloused pad of his finger over the sensitive nerves. Despite the animalistic way he fucked his tongue into you, he stayed perfectly attentive to the slightest change in your moans, exploring your body with his hands and tongue until he found the most amazing combination of movements to have you grinding against his face. And he seemed to love it, moaning into your pussy as you shoved his nose against you to the point you were sure he couldn’t breathe- if he ever could. 

You could hear him come again, but more importantly you could feel his movements become more determined, more forceful, as if he was desperate to give you the same pleasure you’d given him. And that was the thought that pushed you over- the thought that rang through your mind as everything else was drowned out by a tidal wave. 

You didn’t do anything but let him service you.

Just from that, his pants were wet against your leg.

He moaned louder than you did as you came, tongue curling inside you as if he was trying to steal every last drop of your cum. He carried you through your orgasm, only pulling his thumb away from your clit when you started twitching, trying to jerk your hips back but having no strength left to do so. His tongue stayed, lapping up every taste of you from your fluttering cunt before he started kitten-licking your folds and clit, soft hums vibrating through your sensitive nerves as he made sure he’d taken everything he could from you. 

When he climbed back up your body you could feel his giant cock already back to half-mast, but bigger than that you could feel his wide grin as he pressed tender kisses up the side of your neck and face, hands gently exploring your body still, fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist as he held you tightly against his body. 

You were just about ready to tell him to take you now and hard when he let out an ear-piercing shriek. His screams bounced around in your skull, paralyzing you as he scrambled off your body, showing a glimpse of a fiery red burn spreading over his arm.

The sun was coming up. 

He dove for the tall grass, but the weak fibers flattened under his weight. Golden rays burned a path over any exposed skin, peeling through muscle and bleaching the bone beneath faster than light. He leapt for his grave in a last ditch effort, sinking back into the cool earth.