#( sharp canines specifically. )

[ladylilit]

let her chomp !!!!

[64ko]

once again small reminder that negascott canonically has fangs as bryan has drawn negascott with them before

[suksatoru]

ryomen sukuna has (oddly) attractive teeth.

his canines specifically are teasingly sharp things. they graze over your skin and leave red marks in their wake whenever he kisses you, and when they sink into the juicer fruits sukuna choses to indulge in every now and then during dinner time—they leave rivers of nectar dripping down his chin, just begging to be cleaned up.

that is the explanation you give sukuna when he asks you why you licked him.

"say ah."

sukuna's growl is cut off when your fingers push past his mouth, cradling his jaw and prying it open before you gently push aside his upper lip to reveal the top two devils residing inside.

they seem to wink at you in the light, pearly white and just as sharp as you'd predicted—sukuna watches you through narrowed eyes as your finger gently traces the outline of his canines—the sharpest two teeth of them all.

"beautiful—just beautiful. are you sure you're not a vampire, suks?"

a mere second later, his jaw snaps shut—and you pull away with just barely a millisecond saving your fingers from being chomped clean off. and sukuna thinks that might finally shut you up about his teeth, but you're so crazy you find the audacity to laugh with a sadistic kind of glee that (he'll never admit) is freaking him out.

"you are a feral animal, woman. who the fuck is attracted to teeth? my body is one of a god, i could crush you with just the muscle in my arm, and what are you doing—using it as leverage to balance yourself, like it's some sort of stepping stool—to get a closer look into my mouth."

"mhm!"

your smile is charming enough that he can't help but grumble under his breath as you sigh dreamily, draping your head over the curve between his shoulder and neck

"have you ever bitten your tongue by accident, suks? i mean, you do talk an awful lot. i wouldn't be surprised if—"

sukuna seems determined to remind you that there are other aspects of him far more worthy of your attention (like his strength, perhaps) as he grabs you in one fell swoop and tosses you over his shoulder like it was nothing.

"bed," he grumbles as he gently tosses you onto the crumped sheets and blankets a few feet away—you laugh again, and he's muttering all sorts of profanities under his breath as he blows out the candle resting on your bedside and gets into the spot beside you, laying his head onto the pillow with a sigh

"and if you don't go the fuck to sleep—i swear to god i will bite your head off with these teeth you're so obsessed with," sukuna mutters, tone heavy with exhaustion and slurred with something like amusement as he watches your eyes glitter with mischief

"don't threaten me with a good time," you grin, and he tugs you forward wordlessly, cocooning you in his hold as his arms wrap around your form before he lets out a quiet grunt

"you're insane, woman. and lucky i'm so madly in love with you."

[b1mbodoll]

pairings: lee heeseung x f! reader

warnings: hybrids + oral + somnophilia + biting + anal mention + hee cums in his pants

💌: lion hybrid! heeseung and somnophilia <3 probably repetitive but ‘m too shy to have someone fully proofread this before i post, so deal with it! /lh

lions are typically more active at night so it’s no surpise your hybrid stays up late, watching you as you sleep, your chest rising falling steadily.

it’s become part of heeseung’s nightly routine since you adopted him to “protect” you; stalking around your living room whenever a car passes by, his tail flicking in irritation because he’s always convinced that someone’s out to get his sweet, defenseless owner.

however, rather than pace around and wait for an intruder that’ll never come, tonight’s one of those nights where heeseung has to be near you; he’s lying in your bed as you sleep soundly, lazily dragging the tuft of fur at the end of his tail along your exposed leg, deep purr-like rumbles filling the quiet of your room.

little does your big catboy know of the filthy fantasies that your sleepy brain comes up with, causing you to let out breathy whines and squirm, thighs clenching together to relieve your needy cunt.

heeseung’s rounded ears twitch at the first sound you let out, grumbling appreciatively when the scent of your arousal hits his nose, the sweetness coming from your slick pussy so strong he swears he can fucking taste it, poking his tongue out as if to test that.

he wastes no time in slotting himself between your legs, his furry ears tickling the skin of your inner thighs as he shreds your sleep shorts and panties, rough tongue swiping from your cunt to your clit before delving into your tight heat, juices already collecting on his chin.

your lion’s a possessive one, fucking his textured tongue into you like he’s trying to ensure your cunt remembers that you’re his.

sure you technically own him, at least on paper; but in this moment, he owns you.

owns your cunt, your clit, hell, even your tight asshole that he’s never once touched, but dreams of ruining.

maybe one day he will; just not tonight.

no, tonight is for your pleasure, not his, despite how fucking hard his barbed cock is beneath his sweatpants, pearlescent beads of precum already causing a wet patch to form where his length lays.

the obscene sound of slurping and heeseung’s deep groans against your leaking pussy should be enough to wake you, but there you lay, unknowingly grinding into hee’s face because of your dream and the pleasure that feels all too real.

you let out another moan, from the pleasure heeseung offers or the erotic dream playing in your subconscious is up for debate, but it causes him to lose his mind a little more, spreading your thighs further and pulling away for a moment, just to press his nose against your cunt, letting his mind go a little foggy as he takes in the scent of your arousal.

meanwhile in your pretty little head, dream hee’s pounding away at your pussy, the tip of his cock pressing a kiss to your cervix with each harsh thrust he delivers, tail wrapped around your leg as his sharp teeth tease the soft skin of your neck, causing you to beg for him to do it; bite me, you whisper, please.

your mumbled plea makes heeseung freeze.

are you awake? sleeptalking? do you mean it?

who knows? he surely doesn’t, and he doesn’t want you awake.. not yet, at least. but who is he to deny his beloved owner’s request?

so he begrudgingly parts from your pussy altogether, nuzzling his face against one of your thighs, squeezing it with his large hand before opening his mouth, deadly canines used to bite, rip, tear, are instead being used to graze your delicate skin, afraid to draw blood.

god, does heeseung want to rip into your flesh.

not because he wants to harm you, no; but simply because he wants his mark on you; his teeth imprinted on your exposed skin, punctures specifically from his canines.

it’d be so easy to break through the skin, he thinks. his hybrid features would make sure of that; there’d be no resistance.

well.. maybe from you.

he knows it’d probably hurt you, yet the thought of you squirming and scrambing to escape the pain make his soaked cock twitch.

heeseung opts for marking you with hickeys. just for now, he reminds himself. he’ll claim you soon enough, he just has to be a little patient. you are a human, after all.

a soft, delicate, dumb human; oblivious to the apex predator that’s using all his restraint to keep from wrecking you as you sleep.

he lets out a whine. it’s unlike him to let out such a… pathetic noise. you should be the one whining.

it’s desperate, laced with need, and it drags on as he laves his tongue along your inner thigh, leaving a trail of thick saliva in its wake until he’s finally reached your empty hole again.

your juices dribble between the crack of your ass and heeseung doesn’t think twice; his tongue is already following the trail, collecting the slick before the pink muscle is poking and licking at your pussy, tail flicking behind him contently.

his movements are sloppy now, face flushed red and his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat, ears perked and alert, ready to catch any noise that he draws from you.

meanwhile, your fantasy has shifted to dream heeseung eating you out while you’re sat on his face and it’s intense. your mind is either really fucking good at making these feel real, or you’re just so infatuated with your hybrid that you’re able to dream up a perfect replica of his moans and grunts of pleasure.

okay your dreams are normally good but this.. is different. the vibrations against your center feel too real to just be in your head… and his sounds of pleasure are too accurate… and fuck, you’re going to cum.

your climax builds, knot in your stomach tightening, and your mouth falls open in a groan, thighs clenching tight but not..touching?

is that a pillow between your legs? no.. it’s not soft enough.. are those ears? what the fuck?

your orgasm begins to wash over you in your sleep, but then you wake yourself with a squeal due to his tongue, the feeling too much to ignore and your eyes drop between yourself to see heeseung there. he looks breathtakingly beautiful; almost innocent. were it not for his nose and chin wet with your cream, doe eyes peering up at you and it’s disarming.

how does such a dangerous hybrid look so inviting?

however, that’s a thought for another day. at the moment, you’re too lost in pleasure to deny yourself from reaching down and tangling your fingers in his hair, making contact with his sensitive ears and the sensation has heeseung’s eyes rolling back in pleasure, his moan is absolutely sinful, vibrations once again felt directly on your pussy making you keen.

heeseung is cumming, spilling his hot load in his pants all while you roll your hips against his face, chasing yet another orgasm.

the second one hits harder because it’s real.

it’s really heeseung, not just in your head.

he wants you just as badly and it makes your brain shortcircuit, painting his face in your essence again.

the two of you take a moment to collect yourselves, panting and coming down from your highs, but heeseung brings you back to reality instantly by dragging the furry end of his tail along your inner thigh, grinning up at you dumbly.

he’s just getting started.

[fennthetalkingdog]

Sooooo when I was a kid, I'd scrap my bottom teeth against my upper teeth to make my canines sharper. ( -. _-.) And this was before I knew anything about alterhumanity, I was just a kid who wanted lil sharp toothies lol. But since they're still pointy now, yes I've made permanent changes to myself to make myself appear more like my kintype/less human.

*to elaborate: changing things about your appearance to either match your kintype/s, or changing it in ways that affirm your non-humanity. some examples to give you an idea: cutting or dyeing hair, growing out or cutting nails, piercings, tattoos, sharpening teeth, etc.

also: these categories are very vague and broad by definition. choose what you feel is closest to your experience and feel free to elaborate in replies or tags

[nhmkhnh]

ours.

pairings: top!hybrid!caitvi x bot!fem!reader

preface: two hybrids. one sweet, unsuspecting soul. and a storm of desire neither can escape.

author's note: OMG I WAS JUST CHILLING AND THIS IDEA POPPED UP?

wrn: lowercase, explicit content (minors &men dni) list: amab!caitvi ;; german shepherd hybrid!vi ;; black panther hybrid!caitlyn ;; possessive!caitvi ;; virgin reader ;; panties stealing ;; dirty talk.

masterlist / janitor ai / c.ai / carrd

it started with rain.

cold, biting, relentless—the kind that slicked your skin and filled your shoes and made the alley reek of wet cardboard and rot. and there they were, curled together in a tattered box: one sleek and black as a thundercloud, the other shaggy and trembling, golden fur soaked to the bone. hybrid pups. abandoned.

caitlyn had growled when you approached—low and warning—but you’d crouched anyway, gentle hands out, whispering comfort. vi had whimpered. shivered. nudged her face into your palm. that was all it took.

you took them home.

you gave them blankets, food, warm milk. let them sleep at the foot of your bed. they curled together every night, caitlyn always between you and vi like a silent sentinel. you swore caitlyn never slept—she just watched you, eyes glowing in the dark.

then came the morning.

you woke to a mess of limbs and breath and bare skin and heat—two women in your room, not pups. tall, inhumanly beautiful, naked except for the thin fur along their arms, their tails, their ears. vi grinning wide, canine teeth flashing. caitlyn still, quiet, crouched like a shadow at your side of the bed. you screamed.

they didn’t leave.

not that day. not the one after. somehow, they stayed. vi was a disaster—chewing wires, knocking over plants, chasing anything that moved. caitlyn barely spoke, but watched you like she was memorizing your breath patterns. together, they destroyed your wardrobe.

or rather… a specific part of it.

your underwear.

they stole it. bit into it. tore through delicate lace and soft cotton and left nothing untouched. you found pieces in vi’s room, stashed like trophies. caitlyn never denied it—just held your gaze while licking her fangs, like she had a right to it. like she was daring you to stop her.

it was humiliating. infuriating.

and it kept happening.

you started locking drawers. they started figuring out locks. you switched brands. they tore through those too. every month, a new trip to buy replacements, while your heart pounded and your body flushed and you told yourself it wasn’t on purpose. that they didn’t mean to make you feel like this—cornered, wanted, shaken down to your bones.

and then came the weekend.

it was quiet. for once. rain again, soft this time, tapping the window while you cleaned. you wore a big old t-shirt and a pair of simple cotton panties, barely decent. you were alone. or… so you thought.

you turned—and froze.

vi was behind you. caitlyn at your side. blocking the hallway. blocking escape. you opened your mouth to speak, to scold, but the words died as vi leaned in, her breath hot at your neck.

“pretty girl still can't catch my drift after all that shit?” her voice was feral. dripping with heat. lust.

her hands landed on your hips, heavy and sure. caitlyn’s nails grazed the hem of your shirt, sharp and slow. you whimpered, stepping back—only to feel vi’s body press up behind you, trapping you against the kitchen counter. her cock, thick and hot, strained against your lower back.

“i-i’m not— i didn’t mean—” you stammered.

caitlyn’s fingers slipped beneath the hem of your panties, claws scraping lightly against soft skin. her purr was low and dangerous.

“then why do you smell like this, little virgin?” she murmured. “you want this. you’ve always wanted this.”

“i’m not— i-i’m not ready—”

“you’re ready,” vi growled, grinding her hips slow against you. “been ready. you just needed us to make the first move.”

you sobbed a little—half from shock, half from the way your legs were already trembling.

they knew. they could smell it. your arousal. your heat. your ache to be touched. and they wanted you. now. here.

vi bent you forward against the counter, hand sliding beneath your belly to lift your hips up, caitlyn still kneeling in front of you, tongue tasting the skin just above your waistband.

“first time?” vi murmured, dragging her cockhead along the seam of your soaked panties.

you nodded, shaking.

“good.” her voice dropped to a growl. “then we get to ruin you together.”

what came next was a blur of heat and whimpering surrender.

vi slid inside first—slow, careful, but unrelenting. she was huge. too big. your body clenched tight, trying to resist, but her hands held your hips firm and steady, whispering praises as she fed inch after inch into you.

“so tight, sweetheart. fuck—gonna stretch you open real good.”

you gasped, nails digging into the counter, tears slipping free as she bottomed out. caitlyn kissed them away. her hand stroked your hair, her lips brushing your temple.

“let her have you,” she purred. “she’s gentle. she’s so good for you. then it’ll be my turn.”

vi didn’t move at first—just held you full, trembling around her. you were panting, squirming, overwhelmed by the feeling of being filled for the first time. she kissed your spine.

then she started moving.

slow. deep. maddening. each thrust pulled a choked noise from your throat, your body jolting with every roll of her hips. your legs were shaking. you were soaked, heat-slick and dripping down your thighs.

caitlyn licked it. moaned into it. her hand slipped between your legs and rubbed gentle circles into your clit, her claws barely grazing the sensitive bud.

“look at you,” she whispered. “so fucked out already. and we’ve barely started.”

vi was panting now, pace quickening, cock pulsing thick inside you.

“gonna knot you,” she groaned. “gonna fill you up so good, baby—gonna make you ours.”

the word ours broke something in you.

you came hard. shaking. crying out. clenching around vi’s cock so tightly she cursed, bucked forward—and locked inside you with a deep, helpless growl. her knot swelled, locking you together. you gasped at the sudden stretch, body fluttering from the intensity.

she stayed there, panting, grinding shallowly with you pinned between her and the counter, her weight draped over your back.

“mine,” she whispered. “fuck—mine.”

then caitlyn stood.

“now it’s my turn,” she said, voice cool. hunger in her eyes.

vi carefully lifted you up with her still knotted inside, cradled you back into caitlyn’s arms. the panther hybrid kissed you slow—possessive, tongue stroking deep—and lined herself up beneath you, thick length brushing your still-throbbing entrance as vi held you open from behind.

“we’ll go slow,” caitlyn murmured, voice velvet. “we’ll make it good.”

she pushed in.

your body, already tender and trembling, screamed with sensation. her cock was thinner than vi’s but long, sliding in with slow, patient pressure as vi rocked her hips behind you, still knotted. you were sandwiched. stretched. fucked full.

and you couldn’t stop moaning.

your eyes rolled. your legs kicked uselessly. caitlyn kissed you again, muffling your cries, her hands on your breasts now, squeezing gently as she fucked up into you.

you came again.

and again.

they didn’t stop.

it was hours before the haze broke—before your body stopped spasming, before your throat stopped making desperate sounds. you didn’t remember collapsing. just… warmth. arms. breath.

you woke between them, cocooned in blankets, vi curled at your back, caitlyn curled at your front. their bodies pressed to yours, bare and hot and gentle. you couldn’t move. didn’t want to.

vi’s nose was in your hair, mumbling sleepy praise.

“so good, pretty girl. so sweet. all mine.”

caitlyn licked your cheek.

“ours,” she corrected, voice like silk.

you whimpered, flushed and half-dazed, and they both rumbled soft possessive sounds in reply. vi’s hand stroked your thigh. caitlyn purred against your chest.

and that’s how it stayed.

you. between them. claimed.

owned.

theirs.

[ram-bles]

genuinely need more 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓼𝓾𝓴𝓮 headcannons 😭🙏

daisuke x reader | 🔞 headcanons

⚠️🔞 MDNI

# : gender neutral reader.

[ more dsk nsfw hcs : 🌺 ]

🌺 switch! soft/service dom. maso sub.

🌺 Vocal wise:

★ Sure, he can get loud and noisy. Rambles alot when he's super turned on.

★ No, but imagine sneaky quickies. It's either he's so focused on pleasing you that he ends up panting against your ear or he's so noisy that he has to have his mouth on you to keep himself quiet.

★ Moans ranges from those low-ish ones if he's trying to be quiet to squealing. Something about him having high-pitched moans makes sense to me.

🌺 dacryphilia

★ cries when overstimulated.

★ if you cry though, he'd feel bad and stop to make sure you're fine. if everything's fine, he'd probably go crazy over how you look after crying.

🌺 these specific scenarios (feel free to switch around w t!daisuke or whichever it's very general);

★ smearing precum over the other's lips like lipgloss.

★ this one's for Daisuke specifically (but it can be vv) probably into that porn thing where they show the cum inside their mouth before swallowing.

★ light pussy slapping. bonus if they're wet enough that the slick clings onto the other's fingers. He'd get so lightheaded over it.

🌺 definitely into lingerie (or cosplay). that thong daisuke fanart has me in a chokehold.

★ skirt stays on during sex.

★ doesn't have to be you. he'd wear it instead if you're uncomfortable. something about easy access has him going.

🌺 marking

★ I hc him with sharp canines and snaggle teeth.

★ his canines are crooked so it's obvious whose bites are on you.

★ loves marking and being marked. if you tell him not to leave any on you, he'll probably accidentally leave one or two.

🌺 mess

★ oh that boy is messy.

★ loves seeing his cum all over you and spilling out of you.

"Oh no! Here let me help you keep it in!" His thumbs spread your hole open for a moment just to admire his work before he guides his tip, scooping up his cum and pressing himself back into you. You call out his name with a tone that was warning him. "Can we go again, please?"

★ likewise, he'd want your mess all over him too.

[canisalbus]

Why are you so drawn to canines specifically? Is it an aesthetic preference or something to do with their symbolism?

I’m fascinated by other people’s fascinations!!

It's hard to pick specific reasons, I guess I just think they're neat.

I obviously like how they look, to me they're proportionate and anatomically flexible animals with pleasing shapes. They're fun to draw. Dogs in particular have an immense level of visual variation, so many head shapes, coat colors, fur textures and body types, and you can mix and match them to your liking. Designing dog characters is wonderful because there's so many options. They're naturally expressive and people tend to have easier time reading their faces and body language than, say, that of a rabbit or a crocodile or a duck. When it comes to drawing anthro stuff, it's reasonably easy to adapt human facial expressions to fit the features of a dog in a way that seems believable and natural. Dogs can look cute, they can be friendly and goofy, but they're also armed with sharp teeth and strong jaws, and I find that contrast compelling.

And of course there's the rich dog symbolism. Humans and dogs have been together for so long, we've become practically inseparable. They're the blueprint for domestication, they predate agriculture, they were with us when we started to figure out concepts like architecture, written language, religion and various forms of art and creative expression. Humans wouldn't have developed the way they did without the help and presence of dogs, and dogs themselves wouldn't exist at all without humans. Dogs are claimed to be man's best friend, while wolves, technically the same species, are still vilified and treated as our sworn enemy in many cases. The domestic dog is an aberration of the natural canine form, a manmade creation, carefully and intently molded to fit the human way of living like a little puzzle piece. Dogs famously show unconditional love and devotion for their human packmates and most people respond with same kind of care and adoration, but it's not uncommon at all for people to treat dogs badly and view them as dirty, dumb, dangerous and disgusting, which just seems terribly thankless and cruel. I dunno, I just feel like there's a lot to think about when it comes to dogs and what their place is in the world.

[sweetimpurity]

☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ day 11! yayayy! I blacked out for this one 🥵

wc: 2.2k cw: bondage, breeding ;) enjoy!! ☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

“Shit…” He sighs. Running a hand through his hair, the talons peeking out slightly. They’ve been coming out and going back in all day, little pin pricks aching at his fingertips. Sensitive when he touches anything, pissing him off. Like he can’t control it. He’s been cooped up in his office all day. 

“Lyla. Update.” He demands in monotone, brow furrowed and focusing on the levels and charts on the holographic screen in front of him. The hovering pixels refresh as the levels increase and decrease. Numbers calculating. “They’re on their way back… just finishing some cleanup.” She replies. Hovering over his desk before settling, ‘leaning’ on a coffee mug from a few days ago. He hasn’t done anything, hasn’t eaten or drank anything since you left on that damn mission three days ago.  He should have remembered. That this specific time would have him aching for you. And now you’ve been gone. It’s his own damn fault and he’s been beating himself up over it. Feeling heavy, feverish, angry. He’s been tracking his levels every hour. Hormones and brain activity. Why must his warped genetics plague him in this way?

“Lyla I…I thought the serum was supposed to help…” He sighs, brow twitching, eyes closing and pinching the bridge of his nose. “It will… but you only took one dose. It’ll be more effective after a few more.” She replies. Watching him with a raised brow. His behavior. 

He sighs again, a slight growl in the back of his throat. Pacing back and forth on his platform and crossing his beefy arms, like trapping his restless hands under them. Finally sitting down in his chair. His legs spread wide. It’s the only way with the pressure in his loins. With the need to be released. He’s in rut. As embarrassing as it is. And you’re not here. It’s like the perfect storm. 

“Oh- just landed…” Lyla chirps, popping up by him and displaying the portal chamber surveillance footage right in front of his face. Too close to his face, lighting his angry features up in a yellow glow. “Lyla!” He growls, trying to grab at her pixelated form. His hand went right through. But his eyes finally land on your form. Walking through the main portal alongside some other spider people. The team he sent you with. You’ve just entered the building and he can already smell you. Your pheromones. You’re floors and floors down and he’s already getting hard. The pressure in his suit tightening. “Lyla. Go.” 

She giggles. Floating around, teasing him. She’s all too familiar with his behavior by now. She puts up with so much. “Have fun, bossman…” She snarks, her hologram dissipating in front of his frowny face. A huff of relief leaving him once she’s gone. Leaving him alone. Waiting for you. 

He groans. The ache. His cock hard and hurting for you. Glancing over his shoulder at the door. Not yet. His hands go down, cupping his erection, only to whine softly at the pain he inflicts. Just the smallest of touches and he’s keeling over in his desk chair. “Ay… Fuck…” He sighs. Sharp canines biting down hard on his lip.

“Heyyyy!” Your voice breaks through the silence of his office. Your scent is stronger than ever when you push the door open. The stimulation goes straight to his dick, like it’s begging for your heat. Begging to be soothed in your slick warmth. Desperate to fill you up. To mate. To breed you. 

“Oh my god, you should have seen me out there… I was pretty good if I do say so myself… got the bad guy and all that. Even got a few common crooks while we were staking out…” You explain, jumping up on his platform. Bringing the box of equipment to his desk and setting it down. It’ll need to be cleaned and assessed. Some pieces to be fixed before they go back in rotation. 

His eyes darken. Watching you walk by. He’s glad you’re back. Of course. He loves you. But his mind isn’t on that right now. Right now he’s thinking about how good you’d look swollen and full of his babies. Full of his cock. Dripping with his potent seed. 

“Ben was a perfect alternative, he stepped in and really helped us out… Peter thought so too…” You keep going. Going over everything that happened over the past few days. “That’s… good…” He manages to say. His voice low and hushed, a croak. Watching your back, your ass. Moving from behind the chair, standing a few feet behind you now. He swallows hard. 

You glance up at his screens. He must have been busy as always. Keeping himself busy. Your hands slow down as you place machinery pieces on his desk from the mission supply. Spider senses tingling. 

In a matter of seconds, he’s pressing up against you. His chest against your back and his nose burying in your hair, in your neck. Inhaling your scent. His hearing picks up on the rise in your heart rate. The way you react to him. 

“Missed me, hm?” You hum, smiling and leaning into him. 

“More than you know…” He huffs. Pressing himself into your ass. Letting you feel just how needy he is. Your suspicions were correct. It’s that time again. Your senses never let you down. 

“That’s good because I missed you…” You whisper. Coaxing him. Leaning your head back on his shoulder. Letting him grind into your ass. Rubbing his erection into the soft plushness. And you hear the releases of breath from his lips, like he’s been pent up so long. “I love you…” He whispers by your ear. One of his big hands wrapping around, splaying across your tummy, imagining himself burying deep, all the way to your womb. 

“I love you too…” You can’t help but smile, rubbing back against him, hearing the slight hiss at the back of his throat. “Remember that…” He hums, something of a warning. The words stir something inside you. And you know what’s to come. This kind of fuck only comes once in a blue moon. Because normal Miguel would never allow himself to be so cruel. 

“Remember.” He hums in your ear. Turning dials on his watch this whole time. Smashing the screen and your suit instantly retracts. The confrontation of the cold on your skin makes you shiver. It’s too much for him. Your scent is stronger than ever. His dick leaking and crying to be inside you already. A strong hand on your back pushes you down to the desk. Tits smooshing and tummy contracting on the cold glass surface. A shiver and gasp filling your body. His hands work fast. White stringy webs leaving his wrists. Letting them bind and wrap around you. Working them around your torso, across your breasts. His webs, decorating your skin, wrapping you up. He wraps them around your wrists like ropes, only stronger, harder to break. Beautiful web designs scatter along your arms, wrapped around your body like a fly in a spider’s web. Like you’re the spider’s final meal. A loud thwip and he’s mounting webs on two opposite walls, letting it connect to your arms and spreading them wide. You can’t escape, you can barely move. Hanging, dangling, ever so slightly. With only the desk under your belly for support. But then there’s his hands. 

His big warm hands, suddenly bare of his suit. His dark tanned skin, fingers running up your hips, down your ass and delivering a gentle smack. Making you whine. Your pussy aching for him at this point. And he can smell it. He can smell your slick, he can almost taste it in the air. Like a drug he knows by taste alone. It’s taking all his willpower not to pound into you just yet. But the rut does not cloud his judgment to that extent. He could never forget that he loves you and would never dream of hurting you. Tying you up in his webs, that’s a different story. 

His hand wraps around, fingers running up your slit, parting your folds and collecting your slick on his fingers. Bring the fingertips to his mouth to wet them further, tasting you and groaning. “Oh baby- fuck so good… so so good…” He mumbles, his hand going back down between your thighs and running along your slippery sex. His fingers teasing your hole before plunging inside. Making you shiver and shake. Pulling on the webs you’re restrained in. One finger, then two. Dripping down his fingers and onto the desk. His hormone levels are off the charts. His mind going crazy. Wanting to come. Wanting to spill his seed but needing it to be inside you. He won’t waste it. He needs to get you pregnant.

“Oh Miguel!! Ah! Mm-ngh…!” His fingers work their magic, bringing you to glorious orgasm. Your juices dripping down his knuckles as you moan and whine. The webs straining and tensing under the pressure of your pull. Panting for breath, your knees pulling up and hitting against the edge of his desk. Bent over, tied up and needy for more. 

When you come down from the high, his fingers pull free. Bringing his fingers to his lips. He’s quiet. In a trance. Hazy and half gone and he hasn’t even gotten to the good part yet. His eyes flutter and roll back at the taste of you on his tongue. Sucking on his fingers ravenously and you can only hear the sucking sounds mixed with his groans. Crimson eyes blowing wide, bashing his watch for his suit to disappear entirely. Instantly grinding his hard, pulsing dick along your puffy pussy. Teasing his tip around your entrance and sucking on his fingers like it soothes him. Pacifies his ache even a little bit. 

“Baby- babe you want… I want- you’re so good, baby, taste so good…” He murmurs incoherently, whining. Pushing his cock through your folds, up to your clit, making your toes curl, knees drawing up. Wrapping your hands around the webs binding you. “Ngh just take it all, okay? I’ll fill you up and-and… and… Dios…ah, te amo tanto… no puedo vivir sin ti…” He whimpers. The softness of your pussy against his needy tip makes him crumble. Keeling over and pressing his mouth to your shoulder. Massaging his dick through your slick. Savoring the feeling for a moment longer. “Ay mami…” 

He bites down on your shoulder. Using his fingers to guide his cock to your core and slipping in. His brain short circuiting at the tight wet pressure. “Fuck!” He growls, instantly spurting hot white. His voice hoarse and needy. Grabbing your hips in the front and pushing in all the way to the hilt. Pushing you up the desk, the webs straining as your arms pull. His body practically mounting yours. Stretching you out on his girth in one go. Pulling a shrill cry from your lips, moaning at the warmth flooding your belly. “Ngh-Miguel! Ohhhh….”

“Oh yes…” He hisses. Finding relief in final release. Who gives a shit if he didn’t get two pumps in before it happened. He’ll pump you with much more cum before the night is over.  

He pulls back, drawing aching whimpers from your lips. Trying to soothe you with kisses to your shoulder blades, your neck. Collecting your hair into his hand and gently pulling back. Moaning as he does it. And he plunges back in, molding you around his cock. Slipping in easier with his cum loosening you up. “T-todo lo que siempre he necesitado, mami…” His sweet words make your heart flutter. His face tucking into your neck from behind as he pumps into you.  

Moaning as he pulls back again and thrusts back in deep. Working up a rhythm, holding your hair back. His other hand wraps around to your clit, rubbing with tenderness in a stark contrast to his powerful pumps. Webs straining, the tension threatening to break the strands as you cry out for him. Legs shaking and trembling. His own moans are broken and hoarse. Full of need and desperation. All he can think of is filling you up. His cum, his DNA tainting you, mixing with yours. Making babies. Lots of them. The image of you full of his children makes him crazy. “You’ll be such a pretty mami, baby… so pretty, so so so…” He pants. His hips slapping your ass with every push, like wild animals in the jungle. His spider half taking over completely. Your soft whimpering moans fill his ears. His words shooting right to your core, making your eyes roll back and gushing on him. Crying out for him and the webs snap! Your arms dropping and you’d fall flat on the desk if he didn't grab you in time. Pulling you to his chest, pumping into you even faster. Climbing up on the desk and kneeling down for leverage. Pushing your body down to arch for him. Pounding into you with unending power. Even after you come, he doesn’t stop. Pulling one more trembling orgasm from you before he’s spurting once more. Filling you just like he promised. Finally stopping with a huff. His mind mostly gone but there’s part of him left, just for you. 

“You okay, mama? Look at me…” He whispers, turning you over gently. Admiring that look on your face. That fucked out smile. “Te amo… needa make sure it sticks…” 

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[ellethespaceunicorn]

You're Mine

Title: You’re Mine

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Dark!Daddy!Geralt x Female!Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Prompts: Geralt of Rivia + Female Reader + Daddy Kink + “Can you feel how much I want you?” + Darkfic, requested by @chibijusstuff

Summary: After coming back from a hunt, you find out that Geralt isn’t himself.

Warnings: Daddy Kink, pet names for Reader (little one, my sweet), Darkfic, dark!Geralt, drugged!Geralt, choking, biting, scratching, manipulation, Geralt rips Readers underwear off, non-con, unprotected p-in-v sex, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, memory lapse, bathtime as aftercare, cuddling, possessiveness, dead dove: do not eat

A/N: Unbeta'd, because I was impatient about posting this. All mistakes are mine.

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You’ve been watching him for hours from your spot in a nearby chair as he kneels in front of the fire. The silver wolf's face on his medallion shines brightly from the flickering embers, suspended from his chest. The remnants of the potion in his system show themselves in deep, black cracking lines on his ashen skin that radiate from his closed eyes. He has never taken this long to shake off the effects of any of the mixtures he carries in his pack, and your concern is beginning to grow.

He barely acknowledged you when he came home in the early morning hours. He placed his swords in their spot by the door, shed his armor, and took his place in front of the fire to warm himself and meditate. The longer he remains in that spot, the more you wring your hands with concern.

You were but a commoner; you hadn’t much knowledge of the Witcher lifestyle before meeting Geralt in that tavern. And even now, Geralt wasn’t the most forthcoming with things he deemed ‘unnecessary for you to concern yourself with’, as he put it. You hadn’t the faintest idea of what was in his potions, let alone how to make them.

You only knew that he was usually back to himself by now.

Another thing you noticed was that his scent had changed. He tended to keep the smell of whatever beast or monster he had slain. But all you could smell were flowers, and more specifically, the aroma of tuberose.

Heady and exotic, the scent of tuberose is one you are accustomed to. Your mother would use tuberose oil as a perfume, saying it would lure in men with its sweet honey and warm spice combination. Your poor father had died years prior, and your mother barely waited for the dirt in his grave to settle before she was out with other men. But that’s a story for a different day.

Even though the oil performed just as she promised, you couldn't quite grasp why she never revealed the source of that unique blend to you. Of course, you called it magic, but she would always shake her head and say there was no way it was magical. She claimed it was a gift from an elderly beggar woman to whom she had once given a handful of orens. You knew well enough not to push any further, but that doesn’t mean you forgot that story.

Or that smell.

You were so in your thoughts that you almost missed Geralt’s grumbling. Your eyes returned to his face, and this time, his eyes looked at you. Gone was the golden yellow iris you had come to love, only to be replaced with full, black eyes. Black, like you never saw black. Nothingness.

Rising from the floor, he bares his teeth and growls lowly. You stand up from your chair and raise your hands in front of you.

“Geralt?” You attempt, moving backward when he takes a step forward. “Daddy...” you trail off as he smiles at you, a devilish grin showing his sharp canines.

“My sweet little one. Don’t you look delectable?” Geralt coos, crowding into your space as you are backed into the wall behind you.

His hands rest on either side of your head on the wall while he noses at your neck, no doubt smelling the fear-induced arousal that is shooting through your entire body.

“Daddy? Why don’t we take it slow? You’re not yourself yet-”

His hand flies to your throat, tightening at the sides. “You wish to refuse me that which is rightfully mine?”

“Geralt, I-”

“Ah, ah. Try again, little one,” he cautions, his grip on your neck ever sure.

“Daddy, I’m scared,” you breathe, tears falling from your eyes.

“I know. I can smell it on you,” he confesses, leaning back in to sniff under your jawline. He stoops to pick you up and brings you to the bed, lying his body on top of yours. He doesn’t waste time in rucking your dress up and pressing his clothed sex against your own. “Can you feel how much I want you?”

His voice, so delicate as he speaks to you, sounds like your Geralt. But those eyes, the way he takes without asking, and his smell only serve to repel you. It feels like your partner has been swapped out for a harsher, more unkind version of who he used to be.

His hand reaches between the two of you and rips away your undergarments before unbuttoning his pants so his thick and ready length can fall free. As soon as his shaft is uninhibited from its confines, he is pushing and prodding at your entrance.

Without preparation or care, he enters you swiftly. You aren’t given a second to adjust to his girth before he withdraws his cock and forces himself back inside you. By the third thrust, you are crying and begging him to stop. Your hands are balled into fists as you pound on his chest, his shoulders, anywhere you can land a blow.

He only laughs at your feeble attempts to thwart his actions. He also teases you when your body eventually betrays you.

“Look at you, being torn apart from the inside out, and your sloppy little cunt can’t get enough of it. Always so soft and warm for me. Stop fighting and take it, little one,” he soothes. His warm, rich voice invades your ears, and you cease efforts to push him away from you.

Once he has you malleable and compliant, he focuses on chasing his release. Unconcerned with your pleasure, he fists one hand in the sheets of your bed while the other tangles in your hair to expose your neck. Biting and sucking at your skin until blood is brought to the surface, he takes pride in marking you.

Soon, your neck and chest are littered with bite marks and bruises. You can feel every welt as he takes his time poking them as he drives into you over and over. His first orgasm is so intense that he lets out a feral growl, slowing down for a bit before it’s evident that he isn’t done in the slightest.

Realizing your fate, you begin to hyperventilate. Your chest is heaving as you inhale and exhale shallowly; you feel as though your heart could beat out of your chest. But only momentarily as Geralt leans down to speak into your ear.

“You’ve never looked lovelier than you do tonight. I can smell your fear; I can taste your panic. Just have to hold out a little longer for me, my sweet,” he sighs, nosing at your neck.

By now, you can feel nothing but pain from the bites, the scratches, and his relentless pounding into your battered and bruised heat. The stuttering of his hips is a gift, alerting you to his impending climax. You’d already given up on experiencing your peak.

“So close. I can feel it coming, little one,” he whispers, his voice strained and gruff as he forces his eyes shut. He thrusts into you one last time, his hips flush with yours as his cock paints your insides. Once he stops spasming, he lets out a heavy breath and opens his eyes.

You watch as he comes back to himself, the black veins disappearing from his face and his eyes returning to their golden hue. Frozen where you are, you observe the realization on Geralt’s face as he looks down at your marred skin and wet eyes.

As he relaxes just enough to pull away from your body, he quickly adjusts himself back into his pants and settles down onto his knees. He’s unsure of what to say; what can he say that would make this situation any easier? His eyes are drawn to where his semen drips from you.

“Daddy? Are you back?” you ask, your hands pushing your dress down over yourself as you sit up.

The sound of your tiny voice washes over him like a cold shower. He finally looks back at you, and a single tear falls from his left eye. As if a switch were flipped, Geralt appears smaller than before. He shrinks into himself, hunching his shoulders.

“I did this to you?” he guesses, nodding to the angry marks on your skin.

“Geralt, I think you were poisoned. What’s the last thing you remember?” you question, raising your hands to show him you mean no harm.

“The wyvern nest. There were druids; they surrounded me. I felt pain in my neck and then smelled flowers before everything went black. Next thing I know, I’m in bed with you,” he replies.

“You weren’t yourself, Geralt. This wasn’t you,” you insist, feeling the urge to comfort him.

“Poisoned or possessed, I am the reason you’re hurt right now. I could have killed you if I hadn’t come back to myself,” he frets, holding up a hand when you try to move closer to him.

“I’ve already forgiven you, if only you would forgive yourself,” you plead, trying to hide your distress.

“You should have a bath. Let me draw it for you,” he suggests, leaving you on the bed before you can say anything in response.

After he fills the wooden bath with enough water, he uses Igni to warm the water to your liking. He helps you into the water, washing your body and hair when you ask him to stay with you. When you are done, he helps dry your skin. You don’t exchange many words, and neither of you knows how to start a conversation.

After you are dressed in a nightgown, you climb into bed and pull Geralt in behind you. He reluctantly lays next to you, afraid that he will hurt you again somehow. Turning onto your side, you face away from him. You sniff, holding back tears and the lump in your throat.

Before you could clear your throat, Geralt was pulling you into his chest. His strong arms wrap around you, and he inhales your scent. While he can still smell the faint echo of fear on you, the most prevalent fragrance is overwhelming love.

You were pushing down your fear with all your might and thinking only of good moments of Geralt. Images of a smile pulling at his lips, your hands in his, and a stolen kiss cloud your vision.

You snuggle into his embrace, his body heat keeping you warm. He peppers kisses over your hickeys on your neck, lulling you to sleep. But just before you can give in to the draw of slumber, you hear his voice in your ear.

“I wouldn’t get too comfortable,” he whispers, laughing lowly. “You’re mine, little one. And I won’t let you escape.” His hand goes to your mouth, and you know your night is far from over.

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this story. It took so long to write, but I am happy with what I have created here. Also, I feel like there are very few dark!Geralt or Daddy!Geralt stories out there. Is it because we don’t like these or it’s just too taboo? Let me know, cuz I could write more dark versions of this man.

[mynqzo]

Since you are an expert on vampires (at least well informed and properly presenting sources), I wanted to ask if it made sense for the term "vampire" to exist in the middle ages, specifically the first half of the 13th century. I'm asking because I'm playing in the VtM setting of Dark Ages, which is canonically set in the year 1242 and I was wondering about that

Thank you for the question! Hopefully I can provide a good response (although remember this information is a grand generalization and sources are linked for you to look deeper)

Okay so for a little backstory of the word vampire - There is not a decided 'canon' for it's etymological origins but a few linguists have delved into it's theories, such as Franz Miklosich (or; Franc Miklošič). He, in his work “Etymologie der Slavischen Sprach�� theorized that the slavic synonyms ‘Upior’, ‘Uper’ and ‘Upyr’, are all stemmed from the Tatar Turkic word for witch- ‘uber/ubyr’. Montague Summers states in his book 'The Vampire: His Kith and Kin' -

The most wildly accepted form of the word's origins are however from the Serbian word Bamiiup- Miklosich also relays that this word could be a 'transmittor'

Essentially, a lot of different words went through a lot of different variations and translations as the myth of the unread blood-sucker spread over the greater European continent as well as reached it's way across the sea to the Americas. But most importantly - the word vampire wasn't properly dissected the way it is being in more modern times and it wasn't until the 18th-century that variations of the word 'vampyr/vampyre/vampir/vampire' were used wildly.

Katharina M. Wilson states in 'The History of the Word "Vampires"' (a massive and great source used in many other articles on entomology, I mean seriously I encountered her being used as reference multiple times) "In sum, the earliest recorded uses of the term "vampire" appear in French, English, and Latin, and they refer to vampirism in Poland, Russia, and Ma- cedonia (Southern Yugoslavia). The second and more sweeping introduction of the word occurs in German, French, and English, and records the Serbian vampire epidemic of 1725-32."

The word 'vampire' (written as vampyre), while these vampire epidemics were at their height in Europe, was first seen in English in 1732 actually and began then to be more widely used, here is a 1734 book by Michael Ranft that has it in it's title!

To put a long explanation short, the word vampire was not used in the medieval ages. But other words that signal to us modern folk that certain creatures were vampires were definitely used, all because of the Christian Church.

So during the medieval times, instead of vampire it was a minion of the devil, a revenant, a ghost, an undead, some sinning spirit or corpse. Vampire's weren't internationally associated with drinking blood until later publications of literature, they were more like zombies and spirits who consumed people's life essence or came after them in their undeath, and the soul sucking would sometimes be accompanied by blood sucking, since blood was an integral part of a person's body not just medically but in the sense of religion and what distinguished a human from a demon.

While the word was not use the appearance and disposition of of these creatures was very much what we can tell is the tall-tale sign of the vampire myth solidifying. "The Vampire Myth and Christianity" by Dorothy Ivey uses the book 'Medieval Folklore: A Guide to Myths, Legends, Tales, Beliefs, and Customs' by Carl Lindahl, John McNamara and John Lindow (tried to find the book online myself but no luck so I'm quoting Ivey quoting Lindahl and others) as a source and writes “a revenant, reanimated corpse, or phantom of the recently deceased, which maintains its former, living appearance when it comes out of the grave at night to drink the blood of humans.” and further more “lack of decomposition or rigor mortis, pallid face, sharp protruding canine teeth." the book further describes the traits of a vampire having to return to it's coffin at daybreak and that a person is turned vampire by consuming the creatures blood/being bitten. (remember, me and sources/refs are using the word vampire for convenience, not because it was said or written, they were still creatures/spirits/satan's spawn)

Important to note, the Bubonic Plague raged across Europe from 1346 to 1353, the number of corpses and diseased were so plentiful that a lot of bodies were dumped in shallow graves and given in-proper burials, which spiked the myth of them coming back as vampires. It didn't help that the disabled/impaired were viewed horribly during these times. People who were sick from old age, diseases and chronic conditions were treated with the same disgust and repulsion and those who were seen as 'wrong' in the eye of the Church. The vampire myth was an excellently awful tool used by the medieval Church to further their own agenda and power. Ivey writes it perfectly:

So - demons, revenants, spirits, sinners, undead, sick/disabled people, improperly buried corpses etc were core parts of this 'evil'. An example I remember from this work also hones in on the 'improper' buriel aspects that would turn a person into a vampire. People who were aforded proper christian burials were pious god-fearing folk, those who followed the Churchs rulings and therefore were buried in a Church graveyard. People who were given improper funerals were whose who had sinned, were not christian, were, as discussed above, disabled, 'wrong', had committed suicide etc and therefore were not buried in Church ground and therefore were more likely to come back as demons lackeys and revenants.

The idea of a vampire had widely existed though, from the Greek Vrykolakas to the Nordic Draugr, but in summery, the word vampire did not exist as we know it back during the Medival ages.

And lastly, I feel like this writing by Gemma Hollman in 'Medieval Vampires' summarize the vampire situation during those times quite well

Hope you found this blabbering useful!

Sources:

Justhistoryposts, V. a. P. B. (2024, December 18). Medieval Vampires. Just History Posts. https://justhistoryposts.com/2016/11/01/medieval-vampires/

Matczak, M., Kozłowski, T., & Chudziak, W. (2022). multidisciplinary study of anti-vampire burials from early medieval Culmen, Poland: were the diseased and disabled regarded as vampires? Archaeologia Historica Polona, 29. https://doi.org/10.12775/ahp.2021.012

Ivey, D. (2010). The Vampire Myth and Christianity. Rollins College Rollins Scholarship Online. https://scholarship.rollins.edu/cgi/viewcontent.cgi?article=1015&context=mls

Wilson, Katharina M. “The History of the Word ‘Vampire.’” Journal of the History of Ideas, vol. 46, no. 4, 1985, pp. 577–83. JSTOR, https://doi.org/10.2307/2709546. Accessed 29 May 2025.

Summers, M. (1929). The Vampire: his Kith and Kin. Notes and Queries, 156(6), 107. https://doi.org/10.1093/nq/156.6.107b

Mutch, D. (2012). The modern vampire and human identity. In Palgrave Macmillan UK eBooks. https://doi.org/10.1057/9780230370142

Frayling, C. (1991). Vampyres : Lord Byron to Count Dracula. https://ci.nii.ac.jp/ncid/BA14229568

[tamagaytchicollector]

still on the Humans Are Space Orcs rabbit hole

I know we’ve discussed teeth.

The fact they will quite literally rot and fall off if we don’t brush them (in specific ways mind you, 45° angle to properly brush around the gums).

The fact we have two sets of teeth and it’s normal and expected for one to straight up FALL out of our heads as toddlers, and the fact we look forward to it.

The fact we have canines that are only called that but aren’t actually sharp, and how this could potentially either a) scare the living fuck out of aliens who think we just have retractable fangs we can use at any point, or b) disappoint an alien who is just waiting for us to pull our fangs out

NOW, may i bring up: the fact humans are OBSESSED with fangs, we think they look so cool and are badass, to such a degree people get their canines shaved down?

I was 15 in my room with a nail file going at them every night for a month before i gave up because it hurt too much. and thank god because shaving your teeth down is so fucking damaging. And people evem go to the dentist for it. An alien would LOSE their shit over that

Alien: oh, well that’s kinda disappointing

Human: yeah sorry dude, i wish i had them too. if it makes you feel better some humans do, it’s just most of us don’t

Alien: like a rare mutation?

Human: oh no, nobody is born with them, but some get them surgically sharpened

Alien: ….

Human:

Alien: I beg your pardon?

Human: yeah, dentists shave them down if you ask them

Alien: my book on human anatomy tells me your canines have a protective barrier. And nerves lie under that

Human: well yeah, its not great for you and it hurts like a bitch to do but there’s drugs to cope with that

Alien: but you guys don’t hunt prey anymore, correct? so…why?

Human: vibes

Alien: they vibrate???

[kokonoisgf]

jealousy - chuuya nakahara

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☆  character: Chuuya Nakahara

☆  tw: MINORS DNI 18+ sexual explicit content (fem reader) : jealousy sex, "princess", "doll", praises, idk yo I just love that man

☆ note: been ages lolz, anyways i'm trying to get back into writing so sorry if this is rusty UGHHH enjoy my loves *: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*

☆ word count: 3.8k

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Intimate hues of the lights adorned the halls were oh so perfectly framing your face as you talked - or rather extracted information - from  a member of the X party. Abundance and richness dripped from every corner of the rooms: candles flickering lazily, buffets on silver platters filled with caviars, smoked meats and fruits, champagne, and lots - oh yes lots of diamonds. It looked as if everything was too good to be true, a glittering illusion masking darker secrets beneath. And that’s exactly why you were there with Chuuya by your side on a mission to gain crucial information about X- said information specifically requested by Mori. There had been news going around town that they had been stealing shipments late at night, and that meant stealing from the Port Mafia’s ground. Crossing lines that they should've never crossed, unless they wanted to end up six feets under. 

You walked through the crowd, the slit of your dress went  up your soft thighs, as it almost reached your waist, letting people swarm over you like moths enamoured by the brightest flame.  It was as if all the lights in the room were on you, your gaze looming over the executive, needing just that last piece of information to finally call it a night.

The mission went even more smoothly than you thought, your hand slowly touching the man’s arm, a sweet laughter dripping from your parted lips at his joke. Every gaze was filled with a desire to touch, to know, to possess.

His attention was easy to catch. He leaned in closer, clearly infatuated, eager to please. But you kept your smile soft, your tone disarming, and yet beneath it all, your gaze was sharp, ready to extract the information you needed. You were so close, one more well-placed word, one more laugh, and you’d have the final piece of the puzzle.

Chuuya, who was sitting at the bar a few seats from you, narrowed his eyes, sharp canine poking from between his kissable lips. Downing a drink in silence,  his eyes held a barely restrained fury ‘Fuck’ He cursed under his breath, low enough that only the nearest patrons might hear, eyebrows cocking as the man seemed to be about to devour you whole. Leg shaking under the table, he impatiently taped the side of his glass with his gloved fingers. Said gloved fingers slick from the condensation of the drink. A droplet slid down the side of the glass, slow and deliberate, before landing with a quiet plop on the polished oakwood of the bar. He could hear everything: the ticking of the clock, the chatters all around him, but more so how your sweet voice responded to the man. 

He was losing control, and he knew it. This wasn’t just about the mission anymore. It was about you, and the way this man had dared to even look at you, there was no way he could ever get away with it. Chuuya had to remind himself over and over—it’s part of the plan, it’s part of the plan—but the jealousy clawing at him was winning. The thought that maybe you didn’t see him the way he saw you ate at him, and he was two seconds away from tearing the whole operation apart.

And then it happened. The man, charmed  by your smile, your attention, let his hand slide lower, reaching out to grip your thigh. You could feel the roughness of his fingers skimming across your skin, and your body tensed instinctively. Before you could even react, a sharp sound cracked through the tension—a gloved hand smacking the man’s away, so forcefully the slap echoed across the room.

‘Sir!?’ Confusion filled  the executive’s  voice, as his eyebrows raised, clearly not ready to back out so easily. You could  only sigh internally, it had always been like that. Every time you worked to get close, Chuuya lost his cool just before the crucial moment.  It would have been a blatant lie to say that it annoyed you, in fact you found his jealousy strangely endearing.

‘Back off asshole, she’s with me’’ Growled Chuuya, Cerulean eyes boring into his. His arm was  firmly wrapped around your waist, bringing you even closer, gloved fingers digging into your soft exposed  skin as if to reiterate his point. He looked absolutely breathtaking like this -  when his possessive side showed like that, you thought in a haze. His cologne mixed with his natural scent only made your head spin even more. 

‘I believe we were having a discussion - ‘ The executive stammered, trying to assert himself until he was cut by Chuuya’s rough voice. 

‘Shut the fuck up’

The Mafia executive spat, cutting him off mid-sentence. He clearly was not having it, and before the man could even say another word, He whisked you away upstairs in a closed room where he slammed the door shut. He clicked his tongue in irritation, unbuttoning the upper half of his shirt, unveiling a sliver of his ivory-white skin with each pop. He felt  like he was  losing his damn mind, needing to cool down for a second, everything becoming way too much way too quick downstairs. 

Your gaze never left  his, cradling your face in your arms as you laid atop the plush mattress of one of the many many rooms in this mansion. You could see the storm raging inside him, the jealousy, the protectiveness, the raw need. And you couldn’t help but tease him, just a little 

‘Chuuya, focus on the mission, would you?’

Your teasing tone did  not go unnoticed as a faint blush dusted his cheeks, his jealousy so clearly put on display. Freezing for a moment, he was suddenly hyper aware of every breath he took.Turning  around to face  you, he frowned.

‘I can’t stand seeing any of those pieces of shit touch you’ He was more than bold, cornering you against the bed. ‘Would you understand that?’ He raised an eyebrow, playing with your words. You couldn’t help but enjoy this. This desperate jealous side of him that you always saw on missions like these. Flickering your eyes to his lips, you smiled innocently. 

‘It's part of the mission Chuuya, how else do you want us to get that information Mori asked for’

He only gruffed, leaning against the wall beside you.

‘There’s just no way I can see that and stay calm, y’know me’

He raised an eyebrow, as if this was the most evident thing in the entire universe.

‘Besides, I’d rather use my fucking fist then let one of the these dirtbags breath the same air as you’ 

Gosh - It made your heart flutter. You leaned forward, almost tauntingly letting the silky satin drip down your chest, exposing your cleavage. ‘Yea? You would? Tell me more’

Chuuya narrowed his eyes at you, a faint blush back on his cheeks, as his gaze desperately tried to avoid the valley of your breasts so prettily put on display for him. 

‘Cut that crap already’ He paused scowling, regrouping his composure slightly before letting himself sit next to you on the bed. You taunting him was enough to send him to heaven and back. Not to mention the way your dress hugged your curves so perfectly, the material dipping exposing your curves - Stop. He had to control himself. 

‘I mean it…’ You were now the one who was bold. Your hand coming to rest gingerly on his thigh. He tensed, his whole body feeling as if an electric current ran through him. ‘I want to know what’s on your mind right now…’ You cooed, your eyes drinking in the sight of his flustered face. You’d had wanted him since forever, and now it was enough, you could not hold back anymore. Seeing his possessive side shine through in missions always aroused you more than you’d ever admit, but today was your breaking point — The faint glow of the candle light illuminating the side of his face, taunt jaw, pursed lips, and furrowed brow. He was beyond handsome, but that was no news to you.

The tension in the room felt thick, like a cord pulled taut, ready to snap at any moment.You shifted slightly, the soft silk of your dress brushing against your skin, reminding you just how far you were pushing him. The material clung to you in all the right places, the slit revealing enough to make anyone pause in their tracks, but it was the way Chuuya looked at you that set you alight. His gaze burned with such want, that he felt himself getting dizzy with need. 

On the other hand,  you couldn’t help it. You loved testing him, pushing his limits just to watch him unravel. The way his jaw clenched, the subtle twitch in his fingers like he was fighting the urge to grab you, it made you delirious with want.

His sharp gaze, usually so bold and confident, held a tinge of timidness in the depth of it. Clearing his throat, his eyes zeroed on the way your thumb gently caressed his thigh, the sensation alone enough to send a surge of heat to his groin. It was as if he was at a loss for words,  a rare sight indeed. Years and years of longing for you coming to crash down on him like waves perpetually hitting the shore. 

‘You know…’ you purred, voice dripping with that teasing edge he loved and hated all at once, ‘if you can’t handle this, maybe I should’ve gone with someone else. Someone who could keep their cool on a mission like this.’ You just wanted to rile him up enough so that he could confess his feelings, and gosh — seeing the look in his eyes as his face snapped to meet yours. It was all too good.

His gaze  flashed, anger and desire swirling together in a dangerous mix. He shifted, grabbing your hand that once rested on his thigh  in one swift motion, holding it just tight enough to make you feel the strength behind his restraint.

‘You’d better not even joke about that’ he murmured, voice low and  eyes dark with barely restrained jealousy. ‘Am’ the only one who can touch you. Got that?’ His hand gently grabbed ahold of your chin, tilting it up to meet the seriousness of his gaze - and at that moment, you  wondered  if you pushed it too far. 

‘Touch me right now then..’ Your voice sent a deep shiver through every pore of his being. Chuuya's keen eyes flashed, pupils dilating with sheer lust as he took a moment to register your words. 

‘Yea? Sure’ you can handle it?’ His grip on your chin faltered until he pushed you down gently on the bed. You almost melted into a heap on the mattress, his nervosity seeming to vanish in one-go and you knew you were in for a ride. Chuuya did exhibit such a calm demeanour before you, yet his insides were twisting with a mix of want and apprehensiveness. Truthfully, he would have been lying if he said he hadn’t been dreaming about this moment for so long, and now that words had been spoken, holding himself back was not an option anymore. 

You felt your insides burn and turn as he lowered himself on top of you, cornering you between his body and the plush mattress. Your plump lips parting to voice your thoughts, but you remained silent as if in awe of the man above you: long ginger strands cascading atop his shoulder, cerulean eyes swirling with a twinkle of lust and his white button up slightly — oh so deliciously unbuttoned exposing the fair skin of his collarbones. 

He hummed, eyes taking in the sight of you sprawled below him, completely at his mercy. 

‘Hmm why you so silent now? Seems like just now you had so much to say’ He purred teasingly, leaning down to whisper against the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“So what is it? Cat’ got your tongue princess?’ You just looked so damn edible underneath him, that the Executive couldn’t help but trail his gloved hand down your face, until his thumb rubbed soothing patterns on your cheek, tilting your face slightly to make your gaze meet his. The way you gazed at him, looking utterly vulnerable beneath him, lit something inside him as he gulped down, eyes racking over your whole body, until it met yours again.

Even though his teasing tone, his eyes held such pure and raw affection for you, that you felt time stop for a mere moment. Swirling in his sapphire gaze was years of love, jealousy and pure lust.

‘Can I kiss you?’ He blurted out, biting on his lips as if using all his crumbling self restraint to wait on your answer. Chuuya would never do anything to displease you — you were his muse, his reason to go on, his soulmate: all he did in life was for you, to one day be able to call you rightfully his. He was a romantic at heart, but just for you.

 Leaning his forehead on yours, he held your face affectionately pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead 

‘You don't know for how long I’ve wanted this- how long I've wanted you.’ He exhaled, eyes closing as he felt you nod, allowing him to finally seal his lips with yours, and gosh at that moment he swore the heavens made you just for him. 

Fishing a hand through his strands, a desperate whimper of his name caresses your lips as his tongue delves into your mouth wasting no time. He smiles into the kiss pressing himself against you, his hand moving to grasp both your wrists, pinning you against the mattress. He doesn’t want you to move nor do anything, he just wants the whole mansion to hear who you belong to. 

‘Fuck-’ He cursed under his breath, letting off a breathy exhales, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to his. At that moment you can truly say that Chuuya has never looked so gorgeous.

‘Need to taste you on my tongue doll- right now. ’ Oh- now he’s even bolder. Kissing was more than enough to send electricity racking through his being, but Chuuya was a greedy man when it came to you. After spending countless nights fisting his cock to the idea of his tongue buried deep into your soaked pussy he really can’t seem to be able to hold himself back anymore. 

Cutting straight to the point, all he cared about was tasting you, your own pleasure building his brick by brick. Besides, he swore he could most likely get off to pleasuring you—your pleasure his own.

You’re quick to hitch your leg up his shoulder, Chuuya’s breath hitching in his throat, fingers letting go of your wrists to instead dig into the subtle skin of your thighs. 

‘God- I could cum just from looking at you’ He cursed, and you see it in his eyes that he’s being truthful and it stirs the deepest blush onto your cheeks. Another moan of his name slips past your lips as he presses a series of kisses on your inner thighs, his eyes looking like he’s teetering on the verge of insanity, high on you and your scent. Lashes fluttering closed, he skillfully hooked a finger under your pantie moving it aside giving him prime view of your soaked cunt. 

‘Fuck- this wet just from kissing me, huh?’ He felt himself spinning, mind unravelling at the sight before him. You, on your back with your dress hitched up to your waist, a leg comfortably resting on his shoulder with your pretty pussy just waiting to get tongue fucked by him. 

‘How long you been wanting this, tell me princess’ He cooed such tease dripping from his tone as his eyes drank in the sight of your flushed face. 

‘Years..’ you confessed, as he chuckled the air that exited his lips caressing your drooling folds.

‘That’s it… that’s my pretty girl’ he purred, completely and utterly drunk on you, feeling you throb against his index finger collecting your slit, bringing it to his lips. He felt your fingers grasp his locks, gasps resonating throughout the luxurious room, before he slowly manoeuvred his finger up and down your slit, index delving into your cunt. His mouth gaped, as if entranced by the view of his finger disappearing into your pussy, your juices drenching him. It’s not long before he adds in his middle finger, almost salivating at the sight. 

‘Taking my fingers so well baby’ Chuuya praised, his tongue locked onto your pearl, pretty lashes of his fluttering shut, his hips grinding into thin air. Flicking his tongue against your poor fucked-out nub, Chuuya’s fingers were skilfully moving inside you, wasting no time to repeatedly abuse your sweet spot. 

’Mine — all fucking mine’ He possessively whispered, lips hungrily latching onto your clit, fingers relentlessly pumping in and out of you. You were bucking into his hand, à thin ring of cum coating his fingers. Eyes zeroed on your cunt so greedily swallowing his fingers, he babbled drunk on your pussy

’Made for me’ all of you, - Fuck’

Your body arched under him, every muscle tightening as the pleasure built and built, coiling inside you like a spring about to snap. Chuuya's fingers moved with such skill, as if he'd memorised your body long before tonight, knowing exactly how to bring you to the brink of release. His mouth on your clit, hot and demanding, had you squirming against him, but his strong hands kept you firmly in place.

‘Chuuya—’ you gasped, voice cracking with desperation. You were so close, oh so close to an  overwhelming climax. His name left your lips like a prayer, which only seemed to fuel him more, his grip on your thighs tightening as he fucked you with his fingers and  greedily ate you out like a starved man. 

Then suddenly, the  tension in your body snapped like a cord pulled too tight, and your orgasm washed over you in waves, pulling you under with such force that you could hardly breathe. You tried warning him, but you could babble moans of his name as your body trembled against him, and Chuuya never let up, his fingers still thrusting into you, dragging out every last ounce of pleasure until you were a shaking, gasping mess beneath him.

He groaned, feeling the way your walls clenched around his fingers, his hips grinding down against the bed in search of some kind of relief. He looked utterly drunk on lust—his face flushed, his lips wet with your juices, his eyes blown wide with lust and satisfaction.

‘You’re so fucking beautiful like this’ he rasped, pulling his fingers from you slowly, and bringing them to his lips to taste you again. He licked them clean, savouring the flavour of you as if it rivalled the finest wine.

You were still panting, your chest rising and falling with each laboured breath as you tried to come down from the high of your orgasm. Chuuya hovered above you, his body shaking with need, but he didn’t push you didn’t demand anything from you. He simply looked at you, as if the sight of you in this state of bliss was enough to satisfy him somehow.

Although,you wanted more- you needed him. After catching your breaths, you pushed him down, climbing on top of him. His eyes widened at your actions, a blush dusting his cheeks up to his ears as if he wasn’t just eating your pussy two minutes ago.

‘Need you inside me’  your hands made quick work of his dress pants as he sucked in a breath, eyes darkening further at your words. You could feel the hardness of him through the fabric of his underwear, the bulge leaving little to nothing to the imagination. 

‘A-Ah Fuck- wait-’ He cursed again, a whimper threatening to escape his lips as his gaze flickered between your beautiful angel-like face and your hand positioning him into your greedy cunt. A few strand of his long ginger hair stick to his face, cock already throbbing with anticipation to cum.

‘Won't last long I- got me so riled up earlier eating you-’ He bashfully mumbled, feeling beyond embarrassed only wishing that earth could open up and swallow him whole, looking off to the side. Cheeks now almost matching his hair. Truth was, he almost came from eating you out earlier, your soft moans of his name way more than enough to send him over the edge 1000 times over. 

His cock was so beautiful: flushed and leaking his precum dribbling down its shaft. Rubbing his tip against your soaked folds, Chuuya threw his head back against the pillow, eyes rolling into the back of his skull. His hands gripped onto your hips as if holding untold ear life, leaving crescent moon indents into your plush skin. He was desperately trying to suppress his moans and whimper, biting down on his lip almost drawing blood, until you slowly sank his length into you, seating on him.

A choked out gasp escaped his lips, curses filling the room, his hips gyrating upwards to meet your movements on top. 

‘S-So good to me’ He babbled out, drunk on your pussy, milking him, as if it was made to take him in. Cockhead kissing your cervix, he’s merciless, feets digging into the mattress to push his hips upward meeting your every thrust. Chuuya could revel in the feeling forever, whether it was the grip of your velvety wall around his pulsating cock, the way your lips parted shamelessly moaning his name like a mantra, or the way your tits bounced with every movement on his length. The pleasure was unbearable for the both of you already feeling your second orgasm creep out, impaling yourself on his cock at a faster and harsher pace. Your hands pressed against his chest leaning forward to bounce on him, and Chuuya swore he had been sent to the afterlife. 

‘C’mon baby- let me feel you cum on my cock-’ He choked out,and the words nearly sent you over the edge. His eyes met yours, and it was the way he gazed at you with such love  that finally gave you the slight push you needed to come undone on top of him. 

Tears streamed down your cheeks as the pleasure overwhelmed you, every thrust of Chuuya’s hips upward  sent shockwaves through your body, and you finally came on top of him. Fucking you through your orgasm, the redhead finally halted balls deep, knuckles turning white as he gripped your hips with sheer force enough to leave bruises indicating he reached his limit too. 

‘’C-Cummin-’’ He gritted through his clenched teeths, body twitched releasing thick long ropes of cum inside your pussy, his release flooding you with warmth. Collapsing on top of his chest, his hand tangled into your locks, slowly trying to catch his breath. He felt like his heart was right about to burst straight out of his chest. 

For a moment, everything was still. The world outside didn’t exist—there was only you and Chuuya, wrapped up in each other, your bodies still buzzing from the intensity of what had just happened.

And then, slowly, he cleared his throat, his eyes soft as they met yours. He wanted to say so much, yet his lips parted and his mind blanked looking into your eyes—your flushed face, parted glossy lips and doe eyes piercing right into his soul.You were so breathtaking, it completely made him lose his mind. Your fingers grazed the skin of his collarbone before you smiled softly speaking in a hushed voice

‘You wanna know something?’

‘Yea?’ 

‘If this is what happens when random creeps flirt with me on missions, I just might have to let it happen more often.’ 

Chuuya only chuckled, rolling his eyes, as his hand came to caress your hair lovingly. Pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead, he nuzzled your locks swearing that one day he’d make you his, and that this was only the beginning.

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[s0lairee]

still nocturnal

fooliverse!vincent in honor of erik bringing that wonderful, life changing, amazing universe back again! i giggled the entire time i drew this. uhh more rambles under the cut (and these are actually sorta coherent i swear-)

OKAY so we know how fooliverse works: one to two major trait(s) of a character, reversed. flirty incubus gav becomes softspoken incubus gav. fiesty werewolf milo becomes fiesty vampire milo. so on and so forth.

originally, i did exactly that: werewolf vincent with the same flirty charm, or tired and impassive vampire vincent. 

then i considered flipping both his major traits (aka flirty and vampire). and instead of a milo situation (wolf to vampire), i considered sort of an anton situation?? by which i mean i wanted non-vampire vin. maybe unempowered, Normal Guy™️. maybe informed unempowered, dating one electro energetic... or! maybe still empowered just not a vampire, maybe professor at damn. blank, stern, austere vin with glasses and pressed shirts. little thermos with coffee (and nyquil) (and redbull) (no one knows how he's alive still). fool!vin (probably magicborn) on a professor's paycheck doing his taxes or whatever, teaching night classes for the vamps, with just slightly sharp canines that he lives with.

i rolled the idea of tired, impassive, werewolf vincent around too. he'd be a real homebody... very much not a stereotypical werewolf - maybe he still has the vampiric bougie-ness and appreciation for finer details, tbh. still the same nocturnal boi we know and love, but with more vulnerability to a real good headpat. sometimes his partner comes home to a whole wolf napping on the couch. i like the idea of him having vampire fangs tattooed somewhere as a result of being a spunky kid trying to “rebel against the system” while not knowing that werewolves and vampires were (...mostly) allies in dahlia. now he's mellow and grown out of that though, but the tattoo remains.

i did consider alpha!vin specifically but 1) i don't think he could do that and 2) i think he has had enough with positions of power tbh give my mans a break

but then i felt like both ideas had gone a little too far from prime!vincent to the point where he wasn't recognizable anymore. so i decided to stick to flipping maybe one trait.

flirty unempowered dude? that's just pre-turning vin. nothing fooliverse about it, i'd be crying (i'm the april fool, guys). flirty empowered? 🙂‍↕️👂 love that too, pretty classic. flirty unempowered? also classic!

but i'm not picky. know that if we ever get a fool!vin you will either hear from me extensively, or never hear from me at all. 

so my ideal fool!vin would be a milo greer-rebane situation, where we get a last name drop with a flirty werewolf. mostly bc i think it’s funny as hell watching younger vin go “ay wait up”, meticulously remove all of his piercings, jewelry and multiple layers, then shift (till he learns about Not Needing To Do That). also because i imagined spunky, younger, rowdy vin, early 2000s, still sticking around amusement parks and still ALIVE. what if what if what if...

i lourv this man

[letteredwings]

CRUSH ON YOU

A/N I have a crush on sohee help

Fem!reader×sohee

Part 1/?

Warnings: smut, confined spaces, oral (m.recieving, deepthroating/facef*cking) (sohee is so so pretty help)

Sohee who you don't notice at first, and not because he's not attractive — because he is — but because he appears so mellow and chill, that you don't think much about him at first 

But when you do, suddenly all you can do is notice things about him 

Like his canine smile and how lazy his lips draw apart when he does, or how much more boyish he becomes when it's so full his eyes crinkle and it lights up every single one of his features 

How when he talks to you specifically compared to how he speaks normally,his voice has a smoothness to it; not too high, not too low, just the right pitch to make you feel like you're being sedated, each word a slow drawl 

Or the pretty moles dotting his soft cheeks

Or…how strong his jawline is…

In fact, how slim and lithe he appears, but somehow still so… solid 

Those things started to make themselves known to you

And soon you became greedy…noticing how smooth the skin of his neck looks, especially with his hair cut like that 

How broad his shoulders are, how his arms aren't overly muscular, but still looks strong enough to make you feel dizzy

Slim fingers, soft hands, so so pretty

And to top it all off, he is so nice

He's a little bit teasing and a little bit mischievous, such boyish charm, but you can't help but notice how helpful he is, how encouraging and playful and uplifting he is

And maybe you're wrong for it, but the fact he is so nice just turns you on

You can't help it when you're in the midst of playing hide and seek and end up in the same tiny closet as him (maybe you followed him, maybe you didn't)

And you can't help when he's whisper-yelling at you to find somewhere else, backing up against him, your ass pressing purposefully as you whisper back soft and sweet “shh, you'll get us caught.” 

It's so satisfying to hear that sharp intake of breath, to feel how still and rigid he’s become, not moving at all

You stay like that for a moment, grinning in the darkness, until you move slowly rubbing back into him, commenting as if you had no clue “it's so cramped in here.”

You only hear a thud as Sohees head knocks back, swallowing hard and squeezing his soft hands into tight fists at his side 

You take the opportunity to turn around, your body melting into him in the tight space

Chest, stomach, thighs pressed against his body as you sweetly ask “you okay, soh?” 

There's faint light through the cracks that allows you to see just enough— to see his eyes squeezed closed and his lip caught between his teeth

You just know that your sweet, sweet Sohee is trying not to read into your actions 

Or act on any of his own 

The way his neck is exposed is far too tempting and although your plan was only to be in close proximity, you can't resist leaning forward and nosing along his neck, inhaling slightly and sighing out in a way that has your warm breath fanning his flushed skin

“You smell so good” you sigh out, teasingly dragging your lips with your nose now

Sohee makes a noise in the back of his throat, shakily exhaling as he pushes himself further back, but finding nowhere to go, placing his hands behind him as he resists the urge to pull you in closer 

You have no such resistance, starting to press your lips slow, hot, heavy up and down his pretty throat 

The change in his breathing satisfies you so much; pretty little pants of air, his chest moving against yours 

Teasingly, you nip at his skin and he lets out the prettiest little groan, it feeds your desires tenfold

your tongue comes next and he shivers, the slow stripe you lick up his throat warm and branding 

Your soft kisses turn to hot branding sucks, blemishing his perfect skin with your marks 

His breathing is heavier now, short choppy bursts of erratic air and finally, finally he grips your hips; tight as if he can't decide if you're the thing that will make him sink or swim

Your hands finally awaken to rub and drag down his toned chest, palms rubbing over his nipples through his shirt and the sound he makes for you this time as you moaning softly into his neck; a broken barely-groan that flutters off into the sweetest whimper you've ever heard from a man 

One of your hands rub along his stomach, going lower and lower and finally he speaks 

“You're gonna go that far?” Oh that voice, sweet whisper all soft and lazy and breathless 

To answer you run your hand even lower until you're cupping him and he sucks in another breath, eyes squeezing tighter, voice whinier when he cries out a little “fuck”

Your thoughts exactly when you lower yourself onto your knees, hands already working to unbuckle his belt 

He should say something. Sohee thinks. He should offer sweet reassurances, shouldn't he? Ask if you're sure?

But he's too weak willed when it comes to you— more than he was ever aware of evidently 

And when he's completely free from the confines of his jeans, your hand wrapped around his hot and heavy length, he has no room to think of anything, but the fact that his crush is on her knees for him 

He can barely see you and that somehow makes it worse— more maddening, unable to rely on his sight and instead so acutely aware and sensitive to the way you touch him 

The way you stroke him, grip just right, slow and tight has his stomach dipping and his teeth sinking into his lips to control the pleasure spilling from his lips 

And when your tongue runs from the underside of his tip, drags up to the head and runs against his slit his knees buckle and lets out the most desperate fucked out groan

The sound of his control slipping away, that sound of him responding to you, of you making him feel so so good has your insides throbbing 

But you ignore that, closing your lips around him and teasing your tongue back and forth his leaking slit 

One hand keeps stroking him, twisting and massaging, feeling the ridges and veins beneath your palm, the other reaching further to grasp his balls making him whimper 

oh. I like that sound.

Allowing saliva to dribble out, mouth heavily watering, you take him in deeper and he whimpers again, your lips dragging back up to focus on suckling the head of his dick again 

You continue like this, taking him in slightly deeper with your warm mouth, only to come back up to play with his head 

and finally when you take him so deep down your throat your nose pressed into his pelvis, he cries out, holding the back of your head as his hips stutter, bucking slightly into your mouth 

You slide back sensually, kissing his tip, strings of drool on your lips 

“Sohee… Could you… fuck my throat please?” 

He whines and before you know it your hair is gathered in his hands and your giggle spurs him on when you open your mouth sticking your tongue out and he guides himself back in 

You thought he might still go slow to start with, that he might be nice, but that doesn't seem to be the case

He holds your head in place by your hair and fluidly rolls his hips, nice and fast and hard

The sound of you gagging, the way he can feel himself slipping down your warm wet throat, the way each time he intrudes, you tighten up around him, spurring him to fuck your throat deeper, faster harder

It's all so messy, thick globs of saliva down your throat, your hair pulling at your scalp from his grip, he's even managed to make you cry

And your poor pussy is throbbing as you feel him lose control of that sweetness and use your mouth the way he needs 

He drags you forward to meet his thrust and you're held down on him

Your eyes roll back and slip close, a tear sliding down your cheek and you start to feel lightheaded

Hands that were politely in your lap now holding his slim waist and clawing as your body starts to seize and shake from the lack of air 

He sharply pulls your head off and you gasp and he feels a bit regretful, barely able to breathe as he starts to ask “are you o—”

Instead he hears your wanton moan in the dark, your own desperation, your own need “more” 

He moans brokenly in response, one that tapers off into a needy whine and then your mouth is full again

Stuffed balls deep, he grinds into your mouth, your nose rubbing his skin and your nails sink into his thighs as he bucks into you, his balls slapping your chin

And finally, his throat strained and his body shaking his attempts to be quiet seeming to disappear, he hastily whines out “fuckfuckfuckfu—” the word getting caught in his throat when he finally unloads in your mouth, dick throbbing and twitching down your throat 

The way he'a trying to catch his breath, choked sounds as his orgasm keeps going, fingers growing weak in your hair, body sinking further against the wall as he loses strength is better than any thought you ever had about this moment

You pull off of him with a satisfied hum, kissing his twitching length when he completely sinks to the floor, all weak and dazed and so very adorable 

It's quiet for a moment— you kneeling between his splayed legs in the dark and Sohee panting against the wall, head lulling back as he tries to decipher if that really just happened 

After a while he finally finds his voice 

“What… was that even about?!”

You grin, shrugging your shoulders “Oh… I have a crush on you.”

His eyes widened “what?! Lead with that next time!”

You pout “but I needed you” giving him puppy eyes 

He bites down on those luscious lips and you yelp when he pulls on your arm and makes you fall against his chest, releasing only so his hands can grab at your thighs until you're straddling him. His fingers thread into your hair as he slants his lips across yours and kisses you so deeply butterflies and fire swarm your insides at once

“Well I need you now.” he rasps out against your lips, the game completely forgotten 

[lovesickeros]

zhongli and neuvillette fighting over their reader 🤭🤭

scary dog privilege wherever you go, draconic courting gestures that would scare any regular person, they send each other deadly glares the moment you turn away,

stealing your clothes to just get a whiff of your scent, marking their territory all over your house - making it a battlefield basically, neuvillette (in my hc) is cooler and zhongli is warm so the cuddles are always so comfy ☺️😍,

they give you anything you want - you don't even have to lift a finger, they make you travel between the nations a lot though 😒 sooo clingyyy, extra gentle in their dragon forms as to not squish you, don't even get me started on the size difference 😍😍

just a little thought 🤭☺️

- 🐈‍⬛

Neuvi being colder is so real and canon. I see him as being colder + a lot more lithe, kinda lanky with smaller but sharper canines versus Zhongli who's warmer and a bit shorter then Neuvi + bulkier with bigger but not as sharp canines.

They've also got very different habits – Zhongli is very prideful not just of himself but his nation. He'll personally give your a tour and purposely drag it out as long as he can. Complimenting Liyue is basically complimenting him, checkmate Neuvi. Especially if he convinces you to try on some local Liyue fashion. Harmless and just a nice gift to anyone else but Neuvi sees it for what it is (since your wearing something from Liyue, technically wearing something of his. He loves his technicalities when it comes to staking a claim over you). Adds salt to the wound by touching you in totally innocent ways like to adjust you towards something he wants to show you or accidently brushing against you when he takes the bags of spoils he's practically drowning you in but really he's just making sure his scent sticks. He's just a sweet, nice gentleman with absolutely no ulterior motives trust.

Neuvillette does love Fontaine, but his habits are more about himself then the nation. He'll take you around if you ask or if the idea strikes him, but you'll probably stay around the making city area or the opera house specifically. He enjoys more personal time with just you and him then anything else. He values the immaterial to the material. Zhongli spoils you with gifts, but Neuvi tries to offer quality time irregardless of physical gifts (though he still gives them just not to the extent of Zhongli). He'll take you to see different operas if that's to your fancy, or leverage a bit of his authority to maybe see a few films since those seem to be hitting off in Fontaine recently. Bet that creaky old archon doesn't have those huh. He feels awkward if you want to watch a trial, but he'll reluctantly agree because. well. it's you. just don't wave or anything he's trying to work and he just Really wants to see you smile at him like that again and it makes him lose his train of thought. gets custom clothes designed by Chiori to replace your clothes from Liyue because they smell of Zhongli and it makes him sulky + he likes to match.

G-d forbid these two are in the same room as you because it's a war of attrition at that point. Constant accidental brush of the hand against your shoulder or elbow but it's just them trying to get rid of the others scent. they are side eyeing each other behind your back while being all smiles whenever your looking. If it's hot and you lean into Neuvi more he's practically GLOWING. not even smug he's just absolutely smitten and happy to be of service. immediately takes off his gloves and presses his hands to your face asking if your okay and if you want to go back with him. if it's cold out and you seek out Zhongli more hes smug as hell beneath the calm veneer. Offers you his coat and stay as physically close to you as he can under the pretense of being worried you'll catch a cold if he doesn't warm you up.

don't even get me started on your house either because you probably have tons of gifts from both of them accumulated everywhere. if Neuvi sees you use a tea set from Zhongli suddenly he had a fantastic gift idea he thought you'd like. he even got some tea included with it so why don't you let him make you some? Zhongli sees you using a goblet Neuvi gave you (totally a coincidence it's similar to his) and suddenly you have 27 square cups in your cabinets that you have no idea where they came from. if the goblet is mysteriously missing oh well. who knows :]