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13 and Karl
“Karl!!” you scream out your boyfriend's name, running into his room to find him still sound asleep at 10:30 in the morning.
“Babe!” you yell again, jumping onto his bed and bouncing a few times for good measure. You watch impatiently as the older boy's eyes slowly flutter open, confusing adorning his tired features.
“Hmm?” he hums out sleepily.
“I got Taylor Swift tickets!!” you screech, shaking Karl by the shoulders praying he finally snaps awake at your words.
“What?” he murmurs instead.
“I! Got! Taylor! Swift! Tickets!” You punctuate each word with a jump on his bed and the action finally gets Karl to sit up.
“Please tell me this is not why you woke me up,” he groans and you pout.
“Karl, I got 4 floor tickets to Taylor fucking Swift of course I’m waking your ass up!”
“But the concert’s not for another year,” he pouts and flops back on the bed.
“So, we better start turning you into a swiftie now,” you grin down at him and despite his tired demeanor, Karl cracks a wide smile at you.
“Okay okay,” he relents.
He sits up again but this time wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you down into bed with him. You giggle against his chest and when you try to wiggle out of his grasp he shakes his head and tightens his hold.
“I’ll become a certified Swiftie at noon,” he mutters and you snuggle into his embrace, glad you had such a ridiculously cute boyfriend.
#karl jacobs fluff#karl jacobs fic#karl jacobs x reader#karl jacobs imagine#based off of not true events at all#I wish I had Taylor swift tickets and a boyfriend wtf#im rocking with neither y'all#prettytoxicrevolver#prettytoxicrevolver fic
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dad ! || mcyts instagram
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: what they would post with their children
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: dream, sapnap, karl, quackity, george, + wilbur !
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned
dream:
"my little angel"
sapnap:
"like father, like son- drippy."
george:
"y/n said its too early to teach her how to read, i disagree"
karl:
"she's already got me wrapped around her little finger"
quackity:
"best moment for a toddler- and their dad"
wilbur:
"to many more sunsets"
#mcyt x reader#dream smp x reader#wilbur soot x reader#quackity x reader#dream x reader#dreamwastaken x reader#sapnap x reader#mcyt imagine#mcyt fanfic#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt fluff#mcyt fic#quackity imagine#sapnap fluff#georgenotfound x reader#karl x reader#karl jacobs x reader#dsmp x reader#dream smp fluff#wilbur x reader#wilbur soot fanfic#wilbur soot fic#wilbur soot fanfiction#wilbur soot fluff#quackity fic#quackity fluff#quackity fanfic#sapnap fanfic#basilly#basillly instagram
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Officially opening the call to writers:
Join the DTeam Ace Week Fic Collab!
What is the goal of this collab?
To write a collection of fanfictions centered around the Dream Team and their friends which explore the identities and experiences of those on the ace and aro spectrums.
Who counts as DTeam+?
Dream, George, and Sapnap (obviously), and their wider circle of friends including (but not necessarily limited to) Karl, BadBoyHalo, Skeppy, Hannah, Sylvee, Foolish, Tina, Punz, Sam, Antfrost, Velvet, and Puffy.
What sort of fics can be written for this collab?
Anything you want, so long as a central focus is a character (or characters) with an ace and/or aro spectrum identity. The fics can be centered around ships or platonic relationships, they can be about their DSMP characters or the ccs or any AU you can imagine! And explicit fics are allowed (so long as it does not cross cc's boundaries) because there are, of course, aces and aros that enjoy sex!
When do the fics need to be completed?
A full timeline will be provided to those who join the collab, but the goal is to publish the fics during Ace Week 2023, which is October 22nd - 28th.
How do I sign up?
Writers interested in joining the collab can fill out this form to join! You will be sent a link to join the discord, where further announcements will be made and writers can discuss and work on their fics together. The call for writers will be open until August 18th, at which point I will announce an open call to beta readers.
I hope you consider joining the collab, and even if you're not interested, reblogs really help to reach those who may be!
#dream team#dteam#dteam+#dreamwastaken#georgenotfound#sapnap#dnf#karl jacobs#dtk#karlnap#bbh#skephalo#fic writing#fic collab
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Halloween costumes with dt+k as their girlfriend <3333
Dreamwastaken
He's ghost face and your an akatsuki member. Would be by your side throughout the entire night, not leaving you alone for one second. Would also remind you with every movement you make how hot you are and how lucky he is. Would back shot you everytime you bend over, due the material of your costume your dump truck would be perked up against the fabric. There's nothing more he love than grabbing the excess pieces of clothing and pulling it behind you to see your actual body figure he loves so much. Gave him head at home.
Georgenotfound
He's matching with you, one spiderman and one spiderwoman. Would be choking on his saliva after seeing you in your costume. When he gets his hands on you, wouldn't want to let you go for the rest of the night. Would be attach to your backside through the whole night like a little puppy. He is your puppy. When you two are alone, he would spank your ass so hard, enjoying the way it jiggled. Apparently the night was young, if you know what I mean.
Sapnap
Suggested that you be an angel and he be an demon, because you were his angel. So nevertheless your costume was an angel with him as your hot demon. Would 100% gush about how innocent and cute you look but at the same time hot and sexy. Would be taking at least a 100 picture each second. Would definitely pull you onto his lap, just to take pictures and to feel dominant. Kisses everywhere because your pretty and deserves them.
Karl Jacobs
Wouldn't even notice it's Halloween till you asked him to match costumes. Would only agree to match with you if you let him picked the costumes out, which you had to choice but to let him. To your surprise the theme of your fits were hello kitty. Not really hello kitty but you was melody and he was kuromi. The moment he saw the way the costume braced your body he could've sworn he was seeing piece of heaven on earth. When he was complimenting you, he felt like he should've been on his knees instead of standing. You just look so fucking hot. Unsurprisingly, your chair was 'broken' and his face was the only seat available
I don't know why I wrote this, it's not even Halloween. But I wrote it anyways so I'm gonna post it. I haven't posted for awhile because I was sick but I'm better now and posting again! 😁
#dreamsmp smut#dreamsmp x reader smut#dsmp smut#mcyt x reader smut#dsmp fic#mcyt smut#dream#georgenotfound#sapnap#dreamwastaken#karl#karl jacobs#clay dsmp
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boxless/panel-less gif version of "lost little traveler" >3c
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dream the typa guy to have you suck him off or sit on his dick while on call with someone and not give any fucks
he’d be talking to george about some shit and have you sitting on his cock, pushing down on your legs to keep you still as you squirm in anticipation
he’d talk as if nothing is happening between the two of you right now, groping you as he went on about whatever he was talking to george about
one quick thrust up into you and you gasped out loudly, causing george to question dream
“y/n, what was that?” dream taunts you
“are you okay?” george asks from the other end of the line
“yeah, y/n whats gotten into you?” GOD DREAM JUST GETS OFF ON THIS SHIT
#god i wanna write a full length fic about this so bad#dreamwastaken#dreamwastakensmut#dwt smut#mcyt smut#mcyt drabbles#mcyt imagines#sapnap smut#gnf smut#karl jacobs smut#mcyt
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Unholy || Karl Jacobs
Pairing: Karl Jacobs x fem! Reader
Summary: To be a priest meant your loyalty shall rest with the lord and Karl would be a lying if he said he wouldn't want to lie with you instead.
Words: 6.4k
Tags: Overstimulation, priest! Karl, switch!Karl (he whines and comes first does that count?), porn without plot, rough sex, floor sex, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, priest kink, religious kink (i guess), cursing, dirty talk, name calling.
This is a fucking mess because I forced this one during my biggest writer's block but HEY ITS FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED AFTER MONTHS. I'll go fix the mess later on, I am ready to pass out.
As always, constructive criticism is welcomed. I would like to hear what I should change and what not :DD
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The nights where the wind howled against the corners of the church are always the most insufferable nights, Karl observed.
It’s always when drunken men or sobbing women approach the building with their sins sitting at the edge of their tongue, ready to spew their darkest secrets to the man sitting behind the thin plywood wall.
It's amazing how confident they are in confessing their sins just because their faces are obstructed from his vision.
It was always their disloyalty, either a far-away admiration situation or a recurring event of waking up in another’s arms and another room. It’s something Karl could never fathom how it happens.
They marry one another in front of the lord with pledges of love and protection then seek a different tongue in a few years.
Not that he could say much in the matter as he has never experienced such a thing, otherwise he’d be excommunicated.
But one thing’s for sure, his heart, although holds no one else but the lord in the heavens, still beats and skips in his chest every once and a while, either for his favourite food on the table or at the sight of you.
Karl barely knows anything about you, other than your frequent visits to the church to help the nuns with the garden and looking over the children at the orphanage and the fact that you just moved into the small town of Kinoko.
It was amazing how despite knowing so little about you, his heart still stuttered in its cage whenever you greeted him with a wide smile, waving so sweetly, he thought you could make a miss universe cry with how graceful and attention grabbing you are without effort
It’s a simple connection between a priest and a citizen yet he swears whenever you sway your hips whenever you pass by him or move away your hair to show him your neck, you were offering yourself to him.
Your vanilla scent tantalises him, taunting his bound hands to break free and swallow you whole. He had never thought how a sweet scent could elicit such an emotion until then.
Karl can’t even remember the last night he had where he had to fight of his desires apparent by the uncomfortable tent in his pants, nor can he recall the moments where his head steers clear of its imaginative state that’s mostly composed of him snapping and bending you on the nearest elevated surface to see your face crumple into an expression of pure pleasure.
As much as he imagined taking you gently in your bed like the gentleman he appeared to be, there’s an insatiable beast in the prowl who'd love nothing but eat you through and through leaving nothing, not even a piece of your bone, until your scent and taste has ingrained itself to his head and tongue in his waking and resting state.
It was a morbid thought a person like him shouldn’t have but his feelings are far tamer than what his mind lets on, still they remind him of the sinner he once was.
A man who lust over someone, whose hands became more tainted and occupied with every day passing with her growing closer to him.
He's no different from the others he swore to never turn into, the only difference was the cassock he wears, a sign of his affiliation with a religion while the others wore casual clothes.
Would you run if you ever saw the foul, revolting scenes his mind conjured for him at the deepest of nights when sleep felt like a tedious task and your smile taunting his very being?
Today was unfortunately one of those nights he dreaded yet welcomed so warmly like a friend, the stings of the chilly night on his cheeks is the only thing grounding him. The silence in the chapel is torturous, enough to make him wish for the usual boring confessions from the town folks.
Until the double doors creaked open and came calmed footsteps approaching the booth, it sounded nervous and jittery, making him wonder if this person's confession is more than adultery or lying.
Karl couldn't help but be hopeful that it'll be a different topic tonight.
He still wouldn't mind Susan telling him of her recent adventures with her neighbour's husband or John sluggishly recalling his latest fuck after work when his wife is worried sick for him at home.
It's not like he could even interfere with their lives. The last thing Karl wanted is being incorporated into a drama.
Upon hearing the person take a seat, he starts. "Good evening, what brought you to this seat, my child?"
There was a beat of hesitance that hung between them, heavy and tense, like the weight of this person’s sin on their shoulder. Maybe this night will truly be different.
"Father, I have sinned."
Karl's heart fluttered in his chest, cheeks heating upon realising who the person sat on the other side. What kind of atrocity have you done? Maybe this secret of yours might repel him, straighten him up, wake him up from his daze.
He cleared his throat, deepening his voice. "How so? Tell me so I can pray your sins away."
There was a long pause that followed, Karl thought you fluttered away in your nervousness but soon, you spoke once more.
"I lust for someone and I don't know how to act upon it..."
Never have his heart fall to his feet faster than when he heard your whisper, an angry blob rearing its ugly head at the back of his mind, his stomach churning uncomfortably as his mind raced with thoughts of inquiring you more about this intense affection you feel for someone.
Just the thought of this someone he doesn’t know lingering in your mind, making your heart race… His blood boiled vehemently in his core, lighting up a faint pain in his chest as they circulated around his body.
The stretched stagnant silence between them was broken by your sigh as you continued your tale, Karl couldn’t be more thankful that you did, fearing the words that might escape his mouth will scare you off for good.
“I’ve only been in Kinoko for two months now but never have I ever fallen for someone as fast as I did for him.”
Your voice trembled, not only in nervousness but also a hint of shyness, the same tone when people are sheepish and blushing when they introduce their crush to a friend. His jaw clenched, his fists turning white and his nails digging straight into his skin, itching to drive itself to the nearest solid item near him but he knew he had to keep his composure.
He can’t be acting like a child who didn’t get the toy he asked his parents for.
“So not only do you lust for him but also love him?”
“I-I do, father.”
He was prepared to hear your admission but to hear it straight from you, his heart crumbles to his feet, eyes welling up with tears and blurring his vision. Fate is truly cruel to those who're believed to be showered with blessings. Karl tilts up his head, he still has a confession to hear.
Is there really no chance he could ever be yours?
Yes, a whisper at the back of his head said. It was already hopeless to think he had a chance in the first place.
He knew well enough how tight the rosary had bounded his hands, of course he never stood a chance. You know his boundaries more than he does at this point, his logic blurring whenever he sees you pass by, a passing breeze with your scent is enough to render him heedless.
At his heavy sigh, you called, anxious. “Father?”
“What a naughty girl you are. Lusting for someone who’s not your husband... What would the lord think of you now?”
He has no idea what compelled him to say such a thing with a seductive voice. He should give up already the logical part of him knew that but the other part of him urged him to continue, to hold onto the thinnest thread of hope that maybe this man you’re raving about is him.
It was delusional but can you really blame a man in love?
“H-he already thinks of me sinful for wishing to him every night… for someone to bend me over and fuck me rough like I’m nothing but a toy.”
A delicious shiver slithered down his spine at your words, urging blood to up to heat his cheeks and down between his thighs. He groaned softly, your soft voice matched with vulgar words sending pleasurable jolts down to his length.
You sounded so sultry, a succubus disguised as an angel descending to break him. It was dangerous to listen to you but he couldn’t help himself. Your voice holds the promise of a heated night lulling him closer to your arms.
“Tell me, do you ever touch yourself for him? Wishing it was his fingers and dick inside you?”
You responded with a soft groan, it was miniscule yet he almost bolted from his seat to cross the very boundary he was adamant to keep.
“Yes father. Every night I dream of him making me cum over and over again, not stopping even when I tap out.”
“What a mouth you have there. How bold of you to ask God himself for a good fuck and talk dirty to a priest."
Stop, the logical part of him whispered, he was crossing the boundaries placed between the light and the dark. But his heart that thudded harder in his chest and his cock that stirred in his trousers fogged his mind.
He’s too far gone to even try and leave.
“And what are you going to do about it?”
There was a challenging tone in your voice, condemning him to his fall from heaven and into the hell of your own making.
The string of constraint snaps and he’s on his feet. Karl walks out of the booth and into the other side, throwing the curtain open to see you look up at him with wide eyes, surprised and eager but he could see the glint of mischief in them.
There’s a lot of things that raged in his mind, actions he could do with you at his mercy. But instead, he sighed, mind clearing a bit as he straightened up.
“Step out of the booth and kneel in front of the cross to pray, I will baptise you once you show remorse to the lord."
He watched intently as you stood up with shaky legs, approaching the wooden podium noiselessly, the silence growing intensity with every footsteps taken.
It was suffocating and exhilarating at the same time.
This is crazy, this is crazy. His thoughts bounced around his mind but he could care less, he started this and he will see through it all.
The stained glass windows casting a shadow over the figurine nailed on the cross, sculpted face tilted down, its expression ever firm yet it looked like iy was frowning at him for a split second.
It was spine chilling how it felt like its eyes were made to glower at him with disgust, judging his very being at where he stood. Karl's guts twisted at the thought, fear rising up to his throat only to dispese the moment you kneeled onto the red carpet, waiting for the priest to arrive and deliver his blessing, waiting for no one but him.
Your prayer left your lips in hushed whispers with both hands cupping each other close to your mouth. With the moon beaming down onto you, highlighting your figure underneath the oversized button up you wore. It was unfair how his desire showed no intention of stopping while you remained calm kneeling in front of the god’s hanging figurine.
The church gate closed and the lock echoed with a loud metallic clang and you shivered noticeably. Karl had to lock the main gate, nobody could enter the premises without his permission and no one could interrupt his moment with you.
Heaven knows he'd run away if anyone were to ruin the already fragile mood.
"Father?"
"Can't have anyone entering such a holy space during a cleansing, you wouldn't want anyone to see how much of a bad girl you are, do you?"
Karl has never been as nervous as he is now. Not even when he moved out of his parents' house nor when he rose to stand in front of the masses for the first time as a priest.
Yet there he was… A pin-drop interruption away from cowering in a corner. Both sides of himself are stuck in an on-going tug of war between his human desires and his god-fearing heart screaming at him.
Even every step he takes towards the front where you kneel and shiver with his approaching footsteps felt like he was striding towards his death.
His eyes wandered back to the divine sculpture pinned between mismatched panes of colored glasses. Karl's chest tightened before he averted his gaze in favor of paying attention to you.
God wanted his children to live happily and this is one of the things that'll give Karl joy, surely the divine and benevolent God could grant him this one sin.
But seeing the delectable tremble that shook your body after his words, his human desires pushed further front. He wanted to see your reaction, ached for a glimpse of how your cheeks flushed dark in his presence when he crouched in front of you, hand reaching up to pinch your chin and tilting your head up to meet his eyes.
There was something addicting with the way you easily surrendered control to him with so much trust made pride swell in his chest, something about the sight of you obediently kneeling with hands splayed on your thighs and staring up at him with wide eyes brimming with desire. A hunger he has grown unnaturally familiar with, befriended it even.
He couldn’t help but wonder if those eyes will retain its warmth and crave for his touch if you ever caught a glimpse of his mind whenever he thought about you.
"Before we start, tell me now if you want to back out, princess."
The rosary hanging from his neck scorched his skin, their round beads digging into his skin like an apparent annoyance. The accessory weighed heavier than any other day when he took it off and held it in his hand, a reminder of his duty as a priest who has made the pledge of Chastity, the same promise he’s about to break for you.
But if a ‘no’ ever escapes your lips, no matter how loud or hushed it is, he’ll be willing to stop in his tracks and move districts.
He couldn’t bear the thoughts of you looking at him with disgusted eyes.
“Darling?”
You let out a shaky exhale. “Yes, Father Jacobs.”
He grinned. “Good girl, now start praying.”
Karl watched as your eyes grew comically wide in shock, cheeks burning in humiliation as you fell to your chest, no doubt ashamed of assuming differently of his words. He held back the urge to laugh, no matter the setting, you never fail to be adorable.
But those worries dissipated once his large hand took yours with urgency and pressed the rosary into your hold.
Of all the hands he’s seen having the accessory hang from during the Sunday masses, he could confidently say that yours is the greatest of all. He wondered how your wrists looked when tied tightly with it.
“You only stop if I tell you to, alright? If you disobey, there will be consequences.”
With a nod, you started muttering your prayers and he went ahead to claim the lone bottle on the counter a few strides away.
"I'll start the baptising now."
But instead of going through the whole ordeal of sprinkling bits of the liquid on you like a proper priest would, he uncapped the bottle and poured its contents on you.
The water is truly holy, he thought as he stared at the sight of you in wet clothing.
You only gasped as the liquid drenched your shirt, sticking into your skin and revealing the bold red lacy bra you wore. The colour complimenting your skin so perfectly it hurts, it pains him that he's not seeing it properly.
"My apologies, the bottle broke. That shirt must be uncomfortable, we can proceed without it."
He went around you with hands cupping your shoulders as he kneeled, giving it a comforting squeeze before he reached around to undo two buttons. Your breath hitched when the collar loosened, he knew deep within that it was from the excitement and arousal yet he couldn’t help but be worried.
Karl would rather die and never see you again than be hated by you after using his power as a priest to force you into agreeing to this.
"Hey, are you sure you want this?"
When you nodded, he poured all the contents of the bottle onto your head, unsatisfied by your response. The fabric is practically translucent against your skin, what a sight you are to behold.
You gasped as the chilly temperature encouraged goosebumps on your skin but he could care less, he needed to hear you say it.
"Words princess. I need to hear them."
"Yes, Father Jacobs."
"Good girl." His words elicited a shiver from you as his hands made quick work of your shirt, shedding it off and tossing it somewhere in front.
The new uncharted skin revealed to him made his breath hitch, feverish and unmarked beneath his fingers, the goosebumps he felt under his touch sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, warmth exploding in his chest at your sigh. Such a perfect little darling for him.
Karl listened to your breathing as he lightly nibbled on your skin, careful not to leave a long lasting mark before drifting down to a more inconspicuous area to suck on.
As much as he wanted Kinoko to know you've been fucked thoroughly tonight, he wasn't sure you'd like the idea like he does.
“Wearing such a promiscuous bra at a church, did you ever plan on repenting for your sins? Or were you hoping that someone would take you home and fuck you like the slut you are?”
“No sir, it's only for your eyes, Father Jacobs.”
He chuckled, pleased. “If it's a present for me, then shouldn’t I unwrap it?”
His pecks turned into open mouthed kisses and soon, he was laving the skin hiding your rapid heartbeat with his tongue. Every sigh you emit sends pleasurable jolts downward and further hardening his length, your every soft moan of his name frying his nerve endings alight, the feelings are intoxicating.
Your sweet, honeyed scent is addicting as it surrounds him and like the addict he is, he drowned in them, letting your perfume momentarily overpower his lust.
even then, he noticed the silence—save for your moans— in the room and swatted your thigh.
"I'm not hearing your prayers missy, don't think I've forgotten that."
If you continued, he didn't even realise. His focus zoned on the feeling of lace under his touch as he touched the hem before unclasping your bra and disposing them somewhere behind him, hands surged to your mounds, grabbing a handful and squeezing it gently. Hard nubs poking his palm, screaming for his attention, urging him to pinch them.
You’re so soft and pliant underneath his touch, surrendering and trusting him with your vulnerability and boy, does it feel good.
He felt like a high schooler who just saw boobs for the first time in his life, a teenager about to cream his pants at the sight of a topless woman. It wouldn’t surprise him if he explodes before even entering you.
"So pretty for me."
As his hands massaged both mounds gingerly in his hold and you sighed, nails digging into your skin as he pulled them before pushing back up to relieve the stings his fingers left.
His fingers soon found your nipples and pinched them between two digits, sending ripples of pleasure in your system as he tugged on them before rolling the hard nubs in different directions.
But you needed more and he knows that from the way you crossed your thighs to close around nothing, attempting to relieve the burn in your inner core, the intense ache between them. Karl watched as your cheeks crudely flushed before he parted you open with his legs wedging in between them.
His long hands trailed down your legs teasingly, dropping to your inner thighs before they caress you up to your knees.
"Father Jacobs, please."
His hands paused at your thighs. "What is it?"
"Touch me please..."
"But I am touching you." His hands dug into your flesh before grabbing onto them with an iron grip, the sting only igniting your core further.
"You know what I mean.."
"I don't, princess. Tell me what do you want?"
Arousal burned your cheeks a deeper red as you desperately grabbed his hand on your inner thigh and dragged them to your itching heat, body trembling when he cupped over your sex.
Karl felt light as you pushed his fingers down on your prominent nub, moaning as you manoeuvre them to circle it, he could feel the fabric grow wetter with every touch and he almost passed out.
The heat radiating off of your clothed folds is enough to drive him crazy, he couldn’t even imagine how he’d react once he breaches your underwear and touches your arousal, revelling in them.
He could feel the burning phantom stare above him, shame curling around his heart as he stared down at your slowly writhing hips. Karl wasn't emotionally affected by his dirty talk earlier but now that he's touching your clit through your panties, the guilt weighing heavily on his heart almost made him run but your voice pulled him down, grounding him
"Touch me here, father."
The corner of his mouth tugged up. "Asking to be finger fucked in front of the lord, aren't you a kinky little slut?"
You nodded feverishly, groaning as you pushed his hand down, mewling at the pressure applied to your clit. The fabric was absolutely drenched in your wetness and Karl almost blacked out.
He didn’t need to hear your words next, his hand pulling the cloth to one side before the other slid down into your folds, brushing over your clenching hole and rising up to press onto your clit. You moaned, hips following the slow swirl of his finger.
Karl wondered what he could do to you, there’s a lot of possibilities and he’s lightheaded at the thought of them.
He could have you trembling from pleasure upon pleasure here on the floor but he could also treat you properly and calmly guide you to your climax. Karl wondered what could satisfy a minx like you.
“Karl please…”
Of course this isn't enough. He slipped two fingers in and you let out a strangled moan at the sudden but welcomed intrusion, back arching when he curled his digit to reach up to the spongy spot continuously that got your hips rising from the floor.
You moaned and panted so sweetly in his ears, hands gripping onto his sleeves as he plunged his two fingers in and out of your cunt at a growing frequency.
“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”
His hand picked up a pace and you mewled, head falling back to his shoulder as your hips rose to meet his thrusts. The wet squelch bouncing off the walls with every thrust of his finger made your cheeks burn from embarrassment but they only goaded him on.
The apparent burning phantom stare now numb to him as he opened your thighs further for his gaze.
Karl felt light at the feeling of your walls clamping around his hand greedily, sucking him in yet also pushing him out, it was maddening. His length ached behind the confines of his pants, desiring nothing but to plunge himself into your heat and die a happy man.
“My little princess is so drenched for me.” He slid another digit into your folds, smoothly joining the already inserted fingers in its increasing pace and you fluttered. “Don't you have any shame for spreading your legs in front of God?”
A slick slap tore a yelp from your throat, the sting lighting your skin aflame before his fingers plunged itself again into your hole with a renewed vigour, the new pace got your knees flinching to close but his legs wedging between them prevented it from shutting and instead opened it further.
You cursed under your breath, hands rising up to massage your breasts, pulling on your nipples as you moaned like a crazy woman in his arms.
Karl watched with bated breath as his hands retracted and reentered your cunt, throat tightening as your walls clamped onto his curling fingers with an iron grip. You were crumbling in his arms and he’s elated, he was enjoying his effect on you, whose body is sensitive and responsive to his every touch.
It was an addictive feeling and he’s obsessed.
“Fa-faster…! Fuck.. Karl!”
"Aren't you ashamed you're being finger fucked in front of the lord, princess?"
You clenched at him as your head shifted in his shoulder, probably to look at the statue above you both before moaning a little louder than before, undeterred by the omniscient eyes possibly watching him pump his fingers in and out of you.
He thrust his fingers in and out feverishly, like his life depended on it. With his legs keeping your thighs firmly open, you had no choice but take it all, hips thrashing wildly and bucking into his fingers. Karl clamped a hand over your mouth as your moans increased in volume, bouncing off the walls of the church.
He was proud he's making you scream but he wouldn't want to wake up any of the sisters nor concern the locals with your screams.
"I-I'm close..!"
"Come for me princess, give it to your darling priest."
The pressure from his palm bumping into your clit along with the rapid thrust of his digits soon got you trembling as hot white flashed behind your closed lids and you came.
You screamed into his palm as your orgasm came without a warning, exploding and lewdly expelling liquid pleasure into the chapel floor before trembling pathetically in his arms, body reduced to the state of euphoria.
Karl retracted his hand with a squelch, raising it to eye level to revel in the wetness fully coating it, his breath catching in his throat as he stared at them drooping down before sucking on his fingers. Your flavour exploded on his tongue and he groaned.
"You taste so fucking good baby. Did so well for me."
Your hands weakly tugged on his pants and he knew what you wanted.
Because he also wished the same.
Soon enough, his pants were tossed somewhere behind him and he was left standing on his boxers. The stiff tent on them immediately caught your eyes and you reached out to free him from the constricting fabric, hand wrapping around his base once he was completely bare.
Karl dared to let his fantasies play in front of him as he watched your hand pump him slowly and you stared at him through your eyelash before kissing the tip of his cock with feigned innocence, he groaned.
What a minx you are.
“Can I taste you, Father Karl?”
“Later, on your back now, princess.”
His hands guided you down carefully, palm splaying onto your abdomen as if your body would break under miniscule of pressure, his words and actions not correlating as he naturally hovered over your body.
There must've been divine intervention when you laid, spread and vulnerable in front of him. The moonlight escaping the huge mirror behind the altar shone perfectly down on your body, highlighting your perky nips and casting shadows on places that made you look more desirable than earlier when you were kneeling.
Karl couldn't help but be thankful that he was rewarded with such a sight in this life.
"You're so pretty."
His head bent down to place a haste kiss on your stomach and your breath hitched. The heat of his breath and the hovering weight of his length on your fold frying your nerve endings aflame as he peppered kisses all over your body.
"Karl, please."
A huge hand entangled themselves with yours, his face hovering on top of you, noses a hair's width. He could feel your exhales on your lips, awakening the butterflies in his stomach as you stared at his lips.
Breathless, he asked. "What do you want, princess? I need to hear it"
"Kiss me please."
You didn't need to ask twice when Karl leaned down to capture yours in a slow dance. Time slowed, all you could feel was the softness and warmth of his skin under your touch and slightly chapped lips caught between yours.
He reached a hand to cup your cheeks, scared that you'll be another dream of his as you nibbled on his lower lip.
You only stopped when breathing became a problem, Karl pulling away first to place kisses between the valley of your breast before he rose to head level, silently asking for permission as he stared deep into your eyes.
No words were said but you understood what he wanted. His eyes reminding you of a begging dog as it stares deep into yours.
With a nod and a trembling exhale at the promise of pleasure he was about to give you, the head of his length parted your hole, walls clenching around him as he entered. A searing heat flooding your folds as you adjusted to his thickness while he carefully inserted himself into you.
His groan rumbled deep in his lungs and ricocheted in the shell of your ears before sending shivers down your spine, the pain of his iron grip on your waist only fueling the burn of lust raging in your veins.
His firm composure shook, eyebrows crunching and eyes closing in unadulterated pleasure just from entering you.
Karl almost passed out, your warmth clamping around his dick so greedily is taking his breath away. Lord forbids he moves, he might come earlier than he'd want to.
God give me strength.
"Relax a little, baby." His thumb found your bundle of nerves and rolled it gingerly in tight cirlces as he slowly pushed all of his inches inside your cunt.
You felt full to the brim. You haven’t had someone as thick as Father Karl before but it was a welcomed change. Your breath stuck in your throat as you adjusted to his length, legs wrapping around his middle as your body decided between keeping him inside and ejecting him.
Karl's head fell to your shoulders, grunting and panting as your walls crazily pulsed around him, crunching his eyes as he focused on something else other than coming earlier than he'd want to.
"I-I'm sorry, it's been a while."
His body shuddered as he struggled to withhold his own climax for you. There’s a sick part of yourself that glowed at the sight of his struggle, small whimpers erupting from his throat as he hid his reddened cheeks from your eyes.
Karl is breathtaking when he’s domineering and demanding but absolutely sinful when he’s panting and embarrassed.
Experimentally, you wound your legs around his lower back and tighten around him. A strangled whine left his lips, the sound sinful yet so sweet as his nails dug into the skin of your waist. "St-stop it."
"Come on, Karl. I wanna see you come."
"F-fuck…!" He weakly exclaimed, his composure faltering as you squeezed harder. “Stop..!”
“But you look so pretty like this.”
You wiggled your hips and he folds, his back falling and rising in quick successions before he pulled out and splattered his hot semen into your abdomen. You couldn’t help but giggle at this. A crisp slap echoed in the room, his hand leaving an angry mark on your left inner thigh.
"You are in so much trouble, young lady."
"Am I really?"
Your teasing chuckle halted in your throat when he plunged three digits into your heat, moving them at a feverish pace, not letting you adjust to the stretch. Your hips rose from the ground from the sudden influx of stimulation, trying to avoid his unforgiving thrust but the firm hold on your waist prevented you from moving away.
A wicked grin spreads on Karl's face as your legs flail around him, heels digging into his thighs and pushing him away but the man relents.
“Stop moving and take it like a good little slut.” He grunted as your nails dug into his biceps, squeezing hard enough to hurt but not to bleed.
Blood rushes up to your cheeks at the name, embarrassingly aroused by it. The stinging pain it brought became the pleasure that ran down to his length, hardening it further. You could only wail in place, his iron grip on your waist unrelenting.
Your body erupted in flames, every vein of your body scorched with the fierceness of pleasure running through them, every collision of his hips into yours sending sparks down your thighs. There was nothing but moans and whines leaving your lips as the coils in your abdomen tightened with every thrust and Karl knew it.
His eyes rose to your lust clouded eyes, down to your bouncing breasts and standing nipples almost begging for his touch before it fell to your cunt sucking him in greedily as you bounced on his cock.
He burned the image of your sex-drunk state at the back of his eyelids, such a sight should be treasured forever.
A sloppy slap echoed in the chapel and your legs closed around his body, his fingers retreats from your hole only to be replaced by his length, immediately lodging himself to the hilt, his head almost nudging your uterus.
"Fuck!"
"That's right baby. This priest is fucking you good tonight."
He folded your legs to your stomach before starting his rampage, pulling out until his head remained before bottoming out in a flash and you screamed as you came apart without warning.
Even with your legs twitching and your sobs increasing in volume, Karl only continued, even daring to speed up. He didn't mind that you're about to leave bleeding scratches on his forearm, if anything, they're proof of this encounter. Something he'll surely remember in his waking days and sleepless nights.
Just like how he carved himself inside you.
You stuttered out incoherent words as he thrusted in and out of you in quick progressions, impatient and rabid. Pleasure and pain intermingled with each other so much your brain couldn't process which one is which as they blurred, deeply cock drunk to w
There was something about how you're letting him witness such a sight, to let him bask in your lust driven state that makes his heart grow.
So trusting and so perfect for him, God himself is truly generous to grant him this opportunity.
"K-Karl, please..! I can't—"
"You can baby, now give me another one."
As if his dick continuously poking your g-spot wasn't enough, his hand moved down to roll your protruding bundle of nerves and you swore you saw fireworks behind your eyelids.
Pleasure flooded and fogged your already sex-addled mind, your own thoughts overshadowed by your own arousal and you screamed. Karl watched your shaking thighs with sadistic glee before the dam broke and you squirt.
Your throat grew hoarse and dry as your climax tore a moan from it. Karl pulled out until the tip and plunged back in, albeit slowly this time, his ears tuned to your incoherent blabbers as he chased his own high.
“I-I can’t anymore.”
His palm felt like spring after a harsh winter when it splayed on your back and rubbed your skin gently, comforting but it did nothing to your shaking legs. “Just a little bit more, princess. Can you do that for me?”
You only hummed a response, there was nothing you could do with weakened limbs and a traitorously hungry cunt despite the stings of pain lashing across it. His groans rumbled deep into your middle.
“Next time, I’ll fuck you properly on a bed, treat you like a princess and a cock sleeve that you deserve. Would you like that baby?”
You nod, tears spilling down your eyes as his hips collided into yours, the promise of a next time lost in your muddled thoughts. It didn't take long before thick strings of his cum flooded into your insides, his own climax triggering yours and your body shook.
Karl couldn’t help but chuckle as your greedy cunt constricts around nothing to keep his seeds from spilling out. Seeing his come ooze out of your pulsing cunt sent tremors down his spine but he has to stop now, you’re already spent tonight.
Later.
He rose to pick your lax figure up from the floor and forced you to sit on the nearest pews before going around the room to pick up your discarded clothes. Karl decided on forgoing his t-shirt to use it to wipe his essence staining the wood and your skin, your wordlessness made him nervous.
You could be still gliding from the state he reduced you to or maybe you were regretting everything, either way, Karl is scared, you could see it in his eyes as he gingerly wiped you down and dressed you up until you gathered the strength to do it yourself.
Laying on the floor indeed gave you back aches and with the weakness of your limbs from your previous endeavours exhausted you incredibly, the comfortable silence of the room only pulling you closer to sleep, something Karl immediately took notice of.
“Did you regret it?”
You cupped his cheeks, keeping his eyes firmly on yours before shaking your head. “No, I don’t.”
“Wanna stay the night?”
“If you promise to let me hog your blankets.”
He grinned, kissing the tip of your nose. “Of course princess.”
#karl jacobs x reader#karl jacobs imagines#karl jacobs#karl mcyt#karl x reader#karl jacobs smut#mcyt smut#priest smut#karl mcyt x reader#mcyt x reader#overstimulation#dream smp smut#dream smp imagines#dream smp fics#dream smp x reader fics
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I would love to see a Karl x Foolish fanfic where Karl is riding Foolish’s thigh while he plays video games. Maybe Karl was in the mood in the middle of Foolish playing some games, so they compromise!
Almost Caught - Karl X Foolish
MDNI
Word Count: 1,045
Pairing: Karl Jacobs x Foolish (established)
Summary: Karl gets himself worked up over fanart, it’s too bad his boyfriend is busy playing games with his friends…or…is it?
Warnings: NSFW, Thigh riding, Almost getting caught, Foolish referred to as Noah, Punz is also mentioned/referred to as Luke
Author’s Note: I adore this request and had SO much fun writing it!
Requests are open! || masterlist
Karl groaned as he scrolled on his phone in bed. He’d been mindlessly liking fanart on twitter for like half an hour now. A lot of him and his friends, and a lot of him and his boyfriend.
His fans were creative, to say the least. They were so very talented. He hadn’t realized how long he must’ve been scrolling because he started to find fanart from accounts that he otherwise probably wouldn’t have paid close attention to.
NSFW fanart accounts.
These accounts had taken time and effort into making absolute masterpieces of him and his friends. He couldn’t help but cringe a little at some of the “ships” that people had come up with, drawing him in sexual relationships with people he’d never even pictured in that sort of light before.
Then, there was the art that featured him and Noah.
Even some complete accounts dedicated to NSFW art of the two of them.
Karl knew it wasn’t necessarily weird for him to look through it, for fucks sake they’re dating, but it gave him such a feeling of excitement.
His mind created little stories to go with each piece of lewd fanart that he scrolled past. He hadn’t even realized how much this affected him until he was subconsciously grinding against a pillow he had been mindlessly cuddling.
“Fuck..” He cursed under his breath, the pillow not providing nearly enough to what he so desperately needed.
He looked at his phone again, switching apps to text Noah.
“Are you busy?”
He stared at the phone screen for what felt like at eternity.
“Playing val with Luke, why?”
Karl rolled his eyes, unsatisfied with this answer.
“Need you.”
Waiting…
“Come here then.”
That provided a rush that was sent through his body quickly, excitement filled his head as he stood up to go to the other room, where he would be able to hopefully find relief.
Upon entering the room, he could see his boyfriend sitting at his computer. He wasn’t streaming, thank God.
But, he was on a discord call. He muted himself and turned to Karl, beckoning him over. Karl obeyed and walked over to Noah who pulled him down onto his lap.
“You can use my leg to get off, but you have to be quiet,” Noah said softly, even though he was muted on his call anyway.
Karl let out a shaky breath at the realization that Noah wasn’t going to get off of his call. He would continue playing with his friends, with their friends, who would have no idea of what was happening on this end of the call.
It gave Karl an even bigger feeling of excitement. He nodded as he adjusted himself against his boyfriend’s thigh.
Noah waited a moment for Karl to get comfortable before unmuting on his call.
“Sorry, I’m back,” He said, resuming his gameplay as though nothing had happened.
Karl started to grind down against his boyfriend's thigh. He set a steady pace for himself, trying his best to keep quiet.
How on earth Noah was able to continue playing like nothing was going on was beyond Karl.
Karl sped up a little bit, his hands moved up to rest behind the other’s neck, playing with his hair softly.
In his head he had silently been begging for Noah to just fuck him, whether he muted his call or not, he just wanted him, so fucking bad.
He’d listen as he would bicker with Punz over something that had happened in their game, not that Karl was paying attention to that or anything, too focused on trying to get off to care what anybody was saying.
Noah pushed his leg up ever so slightly into Karl, helping him gain just the slightest bit of more friction.
Karl couldn’t help the whine that left his mouth. One of Noah’s hands moved from his keyboard to grab one side of Karl’s waist, holding him in place slightly, also as a warning that he needed to be quiet.
“What the fuck was that?” Karl could hear the question through Noah’s headphones.
It should’ve been terrifying, but God, it made him wanna be louder.
“What was what?” Noah asked, giving Karl a bit of a look before putting his hand back to his keyboard to resume playing.
Karl could hear the confusion in Luke’s voice though muffled and quiet.
Thankfully, the conversation passed and it had been forgotten…until Karl made another noise.
This time might’ve been just a tad more on purpose than the first time. Noah was starting to get worried at how suspicious Luke had to have gotten, trying his best to play everything off as best he could.
That’s when Karl had a bit of a fun idea, he grabbed a little at Noah’s hair and pulled.
“Shit-” Noah groaned, accidentally.
“Bro what the fuck are you doing?” Luke laughed.
Karl couldn’t help but giggle softly to himself. He knew he was being a bit of a problem, that was the fun part. He started to grind down harder into his thigh, his breath catching as he got closer to his release.
The way Noah was unable to give an adequate answer to Luke had to have been madly suspicious, and Karl, knowing he was the reason, was absolutely obsessed.
"I'm not doing anything," He lied through shaky breaths, his hands leaving his keyboard once more to grab Karl's waist.
He helped Karl grind against his thigh, having to bite down on his lip to keep from making any noises. There was just something about seeing Karl in this sort of light…
“I’ve gotta go, talk later,” He said quickly before hurriedly leaving the discord call and pushing his focus completely onto Karl.
“Mm..fu-uck,” Karl whined now that the coast was clear.
His noises became more frequent and high pitched right before he came, riding out his high.
When he calmed down, he leaned against Noah, catching his breath.
“You’re gonna get me in so much trouble one day,” He mumbled, thanking god that he was able to leave the discord call when he did.
“Mm… ‘s okay, I can help you now though…” Karl grinned, getting up off Noah’s lap and on his knees.
Thank god he left that discord call.
#dsmp#mcyt#dsmp ship#karl jacobs#foolish gamers#karl jacobs x foolish#koolish#ship fic#smut#smut fic#karl jacobs smut#foolish gamers smut#dsmp smut#mcyt smut#koolish smut#kit’s requests
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Karl laughs, then hiccups. He crawls over and molds himself into Quackity’s side. The cool weight of him is grounding.
“I was lying when I said Tina was my only best friend,” Karl says. “It’s just that you’re special.”
Quackity’s stomach flips. He tells himself it’s the wine, or the end of the world. “You’re special too.”
“What are we going to do?”
“We’re gonna tell Sapnap,” Quackity says. Alcohol emboldens him. His resolve steels. “I promised him I would. Then we’re gonna—fucking, save the world, I guess.”
(the host of a cosmic horror, the harbinger of the apocalypse, and a guy who's failing chemistry try to stop the end of the world. what's the punchline?)
[written for @honeyblockm, as part of @mcytrecursive, based on @rebelpeas's stellar fic shrimp colors! I adore cosmic horror and I adore karlnapity, so I truly had the best time writing this fic. thank you, yen, for giving me the chance to write it, and I hope you enjoyed!!]
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#mcyt headcanons#mcyt imagine#dream imagine#dream x reader#dream masterlist#quackity x reader#quackity fanfic#quackity imagine#quackity masterlist#karl jacobs fic#karl jacobs x reader#karl jacobs imagine#karl jacobs masterlist#georgenotfound x y/n#georgenotfound x reader#georgenotfound imagine#georgenotfound masterlist#sapnap imagine#sapnap x reader#sapnap masterlist#ranboo x reader#ranboo imagine#ranboo masterlist#tommyinnit imagine#tommyinnit x reader#tommyinnit masterlist#awesamdude imagine#awesamdude x reader#awesamdude masterlist#punz x reader
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George has cold hands, sapnap has sweaty hands, dream and karl have warm hands.
#dsmp#dsmp fic#dsmp x you#dsmp x reader#dsmp fanfic#dsmp smut#dsmp headcanon#georgenotfound#georgenotfound x reader#georgenotfound x you#karl jacobs#karl jacobs x reader#karl jacobs x you#dream x reader#dream x you#sapnap x reader#sapnap x you#dream#sapnap#dteam#dt x reader#dt x you#dream team#dream team x you
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how they react to you getting hurt || mcyts x reader
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ summary: how do they react when you're in pain?
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ includes: dream, sapnap, karl, quackity, george, + wilbur !
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ pronouns: none mentioned
dream:
"are you okay? that looked like it hurt"
thanks captain obvious- he's really sweet after though and does everything for you, even if it's a small cut
sapnap:
"did that wall just hurt you?? i'll fuck it up for you."
sweet intentions but maybe not the way to go about it
george:
"wait did that actually hurt?? uhm- let me call an ambulance"
clueless george thought you were pranking him and once he realizes, he starts to panic
wilbur:
"you're a clumsy idiot- come on, you can hop on my back, let's get home."
even in your moment of hurt, he's teasing you
quackity:
"oh shit- are you okay? do you need an ice pack? i've got frozen peas?"
he's the one who accidently hurt you and is definitely not prepared for injuries but he tries his hardest
karl:
"wait i've got a first aid kit right here- don't move"
he gently aids to your cuts and scrapes, tenderly touching the bruises and sore spots.
#mcyt x reader#dream smp x reader#wilbur soot x reader#quackity x reader#dream x reader#dreamwastaken x reader#sapnap x reader#mcyt imagine#mcyt fanfic#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt fluff#mcyt fic#quackity imagine#sapnap fluff#georgenotfound x reader#karl x reader#karl jacobs x reader#dsmp x reader#dream smp fluff#wilbur x reader#wilbur soot fanfic#wilbur soot fic#wilbur soot fanfiction#wilbur soot fluff#quackity fic#quackity fluff#quackity fanfic#sapnap fanfic#basilly
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Here's my entry for the @dtqkbigbang event! I was paired with the amazing and lovely author @negativepeanuthoarder. Read their fic here (it's really fun :D). Thank you for everyone who participated! Click on the cut below for a flickering version (cw: flashing light)
#dtqk#dtqkbigbang#dream team#karl jacobs#dtk#dtk fanart#look i'm not in the fandom anymore but who could resist an endless ikea fic#great work everyone :D
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Late night drives
boyfriend!Karl x girlfriend!Reader
Genre: Smut.
Warnings!: sex in the backseat of his car, making out, hickeys, hair grabbing, he sucks on the reader boobs, pussy eating, cum eating, fingering, cock riding, Karl cums in reader, dirty talking if you squint?
Summary: After streaming all the way to midnight, Karl asks his girlfriend, Y/n, if she wants to go on a late night drive with him to the gas station for some snacks. Unexpected happens in the parking lot of abundant building.
A sigh left your lips as you gaze between two snack, you didn't know which one to pick and it was starting to hurt your head. Getting frustrated, you walked over to your boyfriend, who was picking up his own snacks on the aisle behind you.
"Which one should I get? " you asked, catching his attention, holding up both of the snacks on the side of your face. "Get both, it's on me babe"he replied, grabbing your snacks to hold them for you.
"Let's go get something to drink, then we'll leave? " you said looking back at him, watching his eyes shoot back up immediately to face you. "Yeah sure" he stuttered a bit, trying to act like he wasn't just staring down your ass.
You didn't really take it on, this wasn't the first time you caught him looking at your ass. Walking over to the refrigerator section, your eyes glazed the different drinks that was separated into sections.
"What do you wanna drink babe? " you asked loud enough for him to hear from behind you. "I don't know, maybe a monster zero ultra" obviously, how could you forget about his monster addiction. (you didn't actually forget)
"What about you? " he asks looking over at you, who was busy thinking about what to get. "I think I'll just get a sprite" you replied, as you grabbed one of the sprite that was on it's shelf.
After getting everything you both wanted, he paid for it and grabbed the bag before you could, not letting you hold anything because what kind of boyfriend would he be if he let you carry the bags?
Taking your seat as the passenger princess, he started the car, waiting for the engine to start. While waiting, he placed his hand your thigh, squeezing it in the process.
After like a solid one minute, he took off back to his house. The ride to his house was a good twenty minute drive.
You felt his gaze on you between the ride, causing you to look back at him. "What? " you questioned, not saying anything he quickly swang the car next to an old building and taking off the engine.
"What are you doing? " confusion laced your voice and an eyebrow was propped.
"I want you so bad right babe"
He leaned down to your neck, scattering small pecks in your neck. "Right here like right now" you bit back a whimper, as he laced small kisses on your neck.
"Yes right here, right now" he gently suckled on your soft spot, causing your to moan out softly, your fingers softly combing through his hair.
"Fuck, come here baby" almost immediately, his hands reach down to your seatbelt, unbuckling it and pulling you into his lap.
His lips was instantly sealed with yours, pulling you into a steamy make out with him. His hands slide lower down to where your ass was, giving a hard squeeze.
That causing you to moan out, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, tongue clashing against yours. Your hands snaked around his neck, pulling him as close as possible.
Pulling away from the kiss, a string of saliva attaching to your lips, but neither of you cared. He made his way down your neck, marking you with his love bites. You moan out his name, praising him which boasted him.
His hands tug at the end of your (his) hoodie, silently asking you for permission, in which you desperately nodded at him. He wasted no time into pulling it off of you and getting straight to work.
"Fuck" you whimpered out, as his tongue toyed your sensitive nipples. Threading your hand his hair, while he took your breast into his mouth, sucking like if you were his mother and he was your son. (I'm so sorry for this comparison)
"Get in the backseat, wanna eat you out" he says letting your nipples out of his mouth with a pop. Carefully, you climbed into the backseat with him following you right behind you.
As soon as you were in the backseat, he hurriedly pulled down your skirt and panties, desperate to taste you. Feeling the cold air greet you, you shut your legs close suddenly feeling a little shy as well.He chuckled at you, whispering how much he loved and how lucky he was.
You layed back on the seats, while he propped your right leg on his shoulder, leaving the other to slightly hang. You were now on full display for him to see all your corners and ends.
Leaning down to be on same level as your pussy, he held intense eye contact with you. The first swipe of his tongue, had you slightly squirming, it's been awhile.
Reaching down to grip his hair, while he slowly licked your clit cause experiences with his mouth tells you, you'd need something to grab onto.
A breathy moan left your throat, when he gently circled your bud with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. "Your so wet right now, all for me" he groaned against your clit, which escalated to you letting out quite a loud moan.
The wet noises he made from eating you out was to good to ignore. He desperately sucked hard on your clit, causing you to moan out and slightly pull on his hair. His fingers made they way to your entrance, pushing two in at the same time. The moans and whimpers that left you made him want to bury his head in between your thighs for the rest of his life without stopping.
His fingers pumped at a speedy pace inside of you, while he was mouth was never giving you a rest. "Fuck baby, eating me out so good" a sultry moan was followed from you, he moaned against your clit hearing you.
His tongue glided at a fast pace, flickering your sensitive bud. Feeling the familiar knot, you warned him. "Babe your g-gonna make me cum" by now tears of pleasure were welling your eyes, he was not stopping. Instead his fingers went faster and his mouth sucked in your clit.
Your legs started to shake, as your grip on his hair became harder, but he didn't care. Your moans were getting louder by the second.
Finally, hitting your high, you came, finishing off in his mouth. He pulled his fingers out of you, letting his mouth do the clean up now. You were breathless. His tongue softy glide to your hole, tasting all of of you.
Your fingers thread through his hair, as he placed a last kiss on your clit, before making his way back up to you. He kiss your jaw, before smashing his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. He hurriedly pulled off his pants and boxers.
He sit up before pulling you up to sit on his lap, letting you feel his cock raw. You whined softly when he didn't slide in as yet. You wanted him in you. He laughed slightly at how impatient and cute you were wanting him in you.
Carefully, he reached down between you, grabbing his painfully hard cock, bringing it up to your entrance. Slowly, he slide the tip in earning a groan from you, slowly he slide the rest of his shaft in you.
Karl wasn't small, the first time you fucked, you were shocked seeing the 8 inch cock between his legs. So taking him in could be a challenge sometimes, not today though.
Your hands were wrapped around his neck and your face was pushed up on his shoulder, letting out small puffs of breath. His hands encircled your waist, holding you from moving around. He littered small kisses on your jaw, slightly reassuring you your doing ok.
Slowly you grind down your hips, feeling him so deep in you was making your head spin. "So deep" you whimpered out, his hands on your waist helping you grind down on him.
Without warning, you suddenly lifted your hips, before snapping them back down to meet his. A loud moan escaped from his throat from the impact, nails digging into the skin of your hips.
"Fuck baby, just like that" he says, helping you lift your hips again and slamming them down, harder this time. You moaned out, hands still on his shoulder, slowly you started riding him.
Trying to conceal your moans, you latch your lips onto his jaw, sucking and softy biting his skin. Your back arch painfully when the tip of his dick hit your weak spot. "Making me feel so good baby" he groaned out, hands helping you ride him faster, "so big Karl" you clenched down him. He groaned out feeling your tight walls around him, sucking him in so good.
A thin layer of sweat coated the your skins and the smell of sex was high. The sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the car, you were pretty sure it could be heard outside but neither of cared nor did you stop.
You grabbed his jaw turning him to face you, and smashing your lips against his. His left hand reached down to your ass, giving it a good smack. The impact made you gasp into the kiss, giving him access to push his tongue into your mouth.
He gripped your ass harshly, pounding deep into you from under you. You broke apart to kiss to catch your breath, you buried your head in his shoulder moaning his name.
"I'm gonna cum, babe fuck" you said breathless, hips still bouncing on him. "Me too, just keep riding me like this" he says breathless just like you. Can't expect him to breathe perfectly when a pussy like yours is wrapped around him, squeezing the life out of him.
"Yeah? You gonna cum from how tight my pussy is squeezing you? You love my pussy don't you" you chuckled, feeling him twitch in you. "Gonna cum" he let out a sultry moan, letting you know he's about to burst.
"Cumming for you, lover boy" you cried out, letting go and cumming all over him. You were sure you were gonna get marks from how tight he was gripping your waist, letting out his loads inside of you.
You both sat in silence, only panting was heard in the silent car. You could feel his dick getting soft in you as you desperately tried to catch your breath. The smell of sex and arousal was high in air.
You looked at him only to find him already looking you. "What? " you shyly asked, like you weren't just bouncing his junk. "I love you that's what" he responded, attacking you with a kiss to the lips.
Not like the intimate kiss you had like five minutes ago, this one was filled with love only. You kissed him back, smiling against his lips feeling lucky to have him. You broke apart the kiss and rested your forehead against his, "I love you too" you smiled at him in which he returned.
I hate this, but I feel like I spent way too much time on writing this, so why not post it. This wasn't a planned story, I just wrote what came to my mind as I went along each sentence.
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I'm not actually signing out, I just wanted a dramatic ending. Anyways love all the support I'm getting, love you guys <33.
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possessive demon boyfriend :)
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first bite, vampire!karl jacobs x s/o
warning: talks of blood, fear play, biting
i can feel his breath fanning against my neck, he’s so close, it makes me shiver “karl” is all i can whimper out sounding terrified “yeah?” he mumbles back sounding calm, suddenly i feel his tongue glide across my neck along with his fangs slowly running across my skin but not sinking in “don’t” i wince gripping his arm “why” he says back sounding completely different, almost growling when he spoke “i’m hungry baby, just a little taste” he mumbles starting to plant kisses along my neck “i won’t take too much, i promise” he continues while starting to run his cold hands up and down the sides of my body “i’m scared” i mumble back “i know” he answers “i’ll be good, i promise” you can barely think, your head is so clouded with fear but even with that you still slowly nod.
Karl almost vibrates with excitement “hold my hand” he says so i immediately grab his hand and brace myself for the bite, he positions his mouth as with no warning i feel his fangs start to slowly sink into my skin causing a strangled gasp to leave my mouth “k-karl” i stutter out only earning a muffled moan as he starts to eagerly suck on my neck. My head starts to spin slightly as i keep a death grip on his hand but before i can get too dizzy he pulls away from my neck and i meet his eyes gasping at the sight. His eyes are red, blood red and his lips are puffy and red with blood, my blood “your eyes ba-” i start but he cuts me off “i know it’s ok, you did so well” he mumbles pulling me close “love you” i mumble “love you more” he answers
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