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bluelovestoship · 4 hours

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moo moo milk

characters: gepard x dom!reader

cw: gepard’s giant tiddies

a/n: he sent me the one message about what drinks i’d like to try. yea that’s all. i want to suck his tiddies that’s all. sorry if bad haven’t written long time

“ah, geppie, remember when you asked me what other belobogian drinks i’d like to try? i think i know what i want to try now.”

“right, right now?” the blonde man stuttered out, his face a crimson red even just after a few kisses.

“yup,” you smiled joyfully, one hand resting on the table behind the man you have trapped against you, and the other resting on his broad chest. now stripped down to just his undershirt and pants, gepard’s defined body was much more visible. the thin material of his undershirt stretching to cover his chest, even then it was still very much exposed to your hungry eyes.

“uhm, sure. what would you like to try? i’ll be sure to get it for you.” the kind-natured man smiled, ready to oblige you despite the state you have him in—breathing heavily and needy for you.

and with a smile, the hand that rests on his chest begins to drift downwards, feeling the curve of his pecs, before resting on the underside and cupping your hand against his breast. gepard stiffens under your motions, his adam’s apple bobbing nervously as the heat of your hand begins to seep through the fabric, warming his now hardening nipple.

his lips tremble slightly, unsure of how to act now as his breathing gets heavier under your touch and his pants gets tighter. you smile even wider, pleased by his reaction to a simple touch your hand gently squeezes around his tit, relishing in the way his hard nipple brushes against your palm.

“i want…” you began.

gepard let’s put a staggered breath now, unable to contain it any longer. his cock strains in his pants, finding it rather embarrassing how worked up you’ve got him from a few touches. he shuts his eyes, trying to keep a handle on himself before he completely crumbles, but your quiet voice beside his ear only pushes further to the edge.

“… to try your milk, geppie.”

it takes him a moment to register your words, still too caught up with your touches. “my… my milk?”

“from here.” you give his chest another squeeze, this time letting your thumb roll over his protruding buds. gepard sucks in a sharp breath, his abdomen quivering as you began to tease his nipples.

“i can’t—i don’t, i can’t …lactate… i don’t have m-milk.” he barely gets the words out, unable to help how his chest unconsciously pushes out, as if begging to have it teased more.

“are you sure? i think we should try.”

and before he knew it, you’ve already pushed his undershirt up, resting it on the tops of his chest with both his tits exposed to you now with his hardened nipples poking out at you, asking to be sucked on.

gepard can’t hold back the gasp he lets out, nor the low whine when your warm mouth envelops one of his nipples, slippery tongue massaging his sensitive buds. his hands gripped the table behind him, knowing it was taking his all and the table to keep him from falling to his knees.

you alternate between flicking and sucking on his nipple, your teeth biting down gently on the flesh around it, as if urging his milk to come out. and on the other side your hand continues to stimulate his chest, massaging and rolling his nipple between your fingers, getting it ready to be taken into your mouth.

“a-ah! wait..! that’s too…n-nngh.. s’ sensitive there, p-please…”

you looked up from your position, and with lips still wrapped tightly around his tits you took in the view. gepard’s skin was flushed all the way down his neck, he had leaned his head back, mouth hanging open as quiet whimpers fell from his lips.

so gorgeous, you released his nipple, watching as his body jolts with every lick you give it. his hitched breath as you sucked on the other side, warming it between your lips, you could feel it between your legs, an aching need beginning to pool.

even the way the bulge in his pants pressed against your belly, you know he isn’t even aware of how his own hips buck against your tummy, begging for some kind is stimulation. but you leave it be, knowing it isn’t long for his release. you can hear it in his voice, in his breath, even in the way his grip on the table tightens further.

you know it better than him, when you roll his sensitive nipple gently between you teeth, swollen from all the sucking. that his body would go completely stiff, hips and abdomen trembling from the intense pleasure as his mouth hang open with silent moans.

a damp patch begins to grow on the crotch of his pants, seeping into the fabric of your shirt. “you came a lot.”

gepard flinches slightly, cheeks growing even redder at your observation. “i… i apologise, i didn’t mean to dirty your clothes. forgive me.” he whispers, still a little out of breath.

“hm, don’t apologise, i don’t mind it one bit. it seems like you enjoyed that a lot, huh?” your fingers roll over the swollen buds, watching how he jolts with every touch.

“y-yes, it was quite… it felt good.” gepard smiles, moving to wrap his arms around you now.

“i didn’t manage to get any of your milk though, i think we’ll have to try again next time,” a cheeky smile forms on your face, “and next time, i think i have just the tool to help us get it.”

the silvermane captain sighs, a furious blush on his face as you mention wanting his milk again. for whatever reason it causes him to be aroused as you spoke about it, he didn’t want to think about it now.

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bluelovestoship · 4 hours

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characters: neuvillette x dom!reader

cw: handjob, neuvillette’s inexperienced, mentions of pee LMAO (very briefly), ambiguous relationship, also in his office lol

a/n: couldn’t think of a title, sorry for any mistakes i’ll correct them later on too lazy too proofread rn

thinking about neuvillette exploring human emotions with you. happiness, sadness, heartache, yearning; he begins to understand them, experiencing them with you. you listen to him, trying to articulate what he’s feeling and then patiently explaining it to him each time.

but now he’s experiencing a completely different feeling; one that he can’t quite place. almost like discomfort, and at times it makes it hard to breathe, but somehow he doesn’t dislike it. he can feel it in his chest, his muscles, and his thoughts are sometimes spiralling out of control whenever he looks at you. as he tries to focus on your face, the urges he feels to drag his eyes down your form are almost carnal.

eventually when he can no longer take it, when he feels these desires may cause him to act in a way he fears may be unbefitting of him, does the chief justice confide in you. but neuvillette is an intelligent man; he isn’t completely clueless about human mating processes, and he’s keenly of how his lower half reacts to you.

but as is his nature, he needs to be sure. even when you’re sitting in front of him, patiently waiting to hear what he has to say, he feels the urges in his body, the yearning to be closer to yours and the thoughts that run rampant wondering about how your hands might feel. on his chest or along his waist, on his hips or around his—

neuvillette catches himself before his thoughts get out of control again, a small flush overtaking his cheeks as he clears his throat; thankfully you were in the privacy of his office. but he refocuses his mind, thinking over what he wants to say to you in a way that you can understand, and doesn’t make you uncomfortable.

the expression on your face remains neutral as he speaks, even as he describes how his body starts to feel hot, and how his thoughts often take on a more lewd direction, however, choosing to omit the fact that you are the subject of his desires. neuvillette feels an uncharacteristic lump in his throat, something he now recognises as nervousness as he awaits your response.

but you smile kindly, “it’s natural for humans to feel sexual desires to those they find attractive, even if the intention is not to ‘mate’ or create offspring. if such desires are reciprocated, then humans often have sex simply for pleasure.”

neuvillette feels heat creep up his neck, almost sure that it’ll reach his cheeks soon enough. your explanation was one he expected, however, the reaction his body has to listening to you say it outright was not something he could control. the idea of sex with you now planted in his head as you observe his reaction, thankfully able to keep his face as stoic as ever.

“monsieur neuvillette, are you feeling such desires towards someone?”

“… yes. it seems that, recently, i have started to feel this way towards you.”

the silence that ensues was quite deafening. the both of you staring at the other as your brain processes what the man in front of you just said. meanwhile, neuvillette isn’t sure what he’s supposed to be feeling now, merely awaiting a response from you. if you were to feel the same desires as him, he supposes that you two will… proceed with what you had described earlier.

“monsieur neuvillette—”

“please, just neuvillette.” his voice is unusually soft, almost unsure now. your relationship has always been a little bit ambiguous; from the start the man has always expressed an interest towards you that you have explained to seem romantic, however neither of you have ever officially declared to be lovers.

“neuvillette,” you stood from your seat, taking steps towards him as you spoke, “do i make you aroused?”

“i, i believe that is the case,” the blush that covers neuvillette’s face was immediate, eyes widening slightly at your direct question as he swallows unconsciously. his voice is soft as he tries not to be overly conscious of the distance you closed between you two, now just a step away from him with his desk right behind him.

unfortunately for him, you take yet another step forward, forcing the man to take a step back only for the edge of the desk to hit his ass. neuvillette jumped a little in surprise, somehow completely unaware of how quickly you have him cornered against his desk. and maybe you should have felt a little shame in the thrill you got from observing his reactions to you; how his cheeks remained flushed and his eyes darting back and forth from your face to the wall behind you, or how he tries to shy away from you, clearly unsure of how to act in the situation.

now with just inches between your bodies, you lean ever closer to him and rest the palm of your hand on his desk, watching as his eyes follow your hand, before snapping back to your face. neuvillette can feel his blood rushing, taking deep breaths to keep his mind coherent despite how his body is responding to your proximity, knowing full well that it wouldn’t be long before you would discover his disgraceful reaction to you.

but he can’t help; deep inside he already begins to ache, biting the inside of his cheek as he secretly wishes for you to get even closer, take another step. you were already so close and he can smell your light perfume, his breathing getting unsteady as he wonders how far you’ll take this. will you close the distance completely? will you decide to allow him a taste of your pretty lips, allow him some kind of relief from the aching in his body.

your lips tugged into a small smile as you can’t help but let out a quiet chuckle. for all his stoicism, neuvillette can’t seem to hide his desires even a little bit. but it was refreshing to see the vulnerability in his eyes, and the unsteadiness of his breathing when you finally take the last step, trapping him between the table and you. with just the tip of your toes, you lean up and press a kiss to his lips, warm and eager to meet yours.

the kiss was short and sweet, due in part to neuvillette’s inexperience, however it didn’t matter to you. you would have time to slowly teach him, but now there was other, more pressing, matters to deal with.

you could feel it against your belly, the heat emanating from it penetrating through the layers of clothing to your skin. neuvillette felt like his body was on fire, so unused to this feeling of uncontrollable surges of pleasure and how hard his cock was, pressed against you.

his mind was already getting dizzy from your mere presence and the kiss, however, the feeling of your hand gently coming to brush over the bulge through his pants finally snaps him back to reality. the honourable judge suddenly becomes aware of his surroundings again as another wave of redness overcomes his face.

“w-wait, we’re in p-public…” his words are mumbled as your fingers begin to search for the zip on his pants.

“i don’t see anyone else here except us,” you whispered back, dragging the zipper down nice and slow over his cock. his breath stutters, hands fidgeting by his sides as he’s torn between stopping you and letting you do as you pleased.

“there’s people outside… please…” neuvillette’s voice was barely a whisper, shaky and unsure as he feels the heat rising when you finally pulled the zipper all the way down. your fingers tickled over his clothed cock, tapping softly on it as his hips jerked.

“please what? stop? do you want me to stop, neuvillette?” you rest your head up one his shoulder, your words whispered beside his ear and your hands moving to cup his cock, searching for the opening in his boxers. despite the questioning nature of your words, neuvillette knows you’re not asking, with the way your hands moved, he bites down on his bottom lip as you finally touched his aching cock, deft fingers making quick work of releasing it from its confines.

the chief justice has never felt any one way about his desk, just finding it to be a good table he did his work on. but today, the man was grateful for its stable structure, for the strong wood that now supported his body weight as his legs grow weaker with every stroke of your hand. his fingers pressed against the table, teeth gritting as neuvillette tries to swallow down the sounds that threatened to escape. sounds that he never thought he would make, but the high whine from the back of his throat nearly got out, keeling over when your thumb brushed over the head of his cock.

hands that always kept a safe and respectable distance from you clutched at your clothes, and the man can no longer retain any kind of composure. his face pressed against your neck, clinging onto you for support as you so easily worked him over.

meanwhile, you were thrilled; eyes trained on the man in front of you as your hand continues its rhythmic movements. your thumb brushed over his tip with every other stroke, collecting the pearls of precum that he leaked and spreading it over his stiff cock. you watched on with your own breathing beginning to pick up; the normally composed and stoic neuvillette crumbling beneath your touch, and the quiet whimpers that he lets out as his hips trembled did not leave you unaffected.

the tightness in your lower belly only served to push you on, eager to see this man reach his high, shaking with pure bliss because of you. you tightened your fist, increasing your pace and now twisting your wrist with every upward stroke.

this change was immediately felt by neuvillette, a strangled whine sounding from his throat as he gripped your arms. unable keep his voice down now, the man hides his face in your neck, an unending string of whimpers could be heard muffled into your skin as his orgasm quickly builds.

neuvillette has never felt like this in his life; an indescribable pleasure rushing through his body, the heat from your touch that burned him like fire, and yet he can’t get enough of it, craving for it as you push him to the brink. every pump, every stroke, neuvillette feels his mind tearing at the seams, unable to comprehend the way you made him feel, the emotions building in his chest, as well as the tight knot he feels at the base of his cock.

“mgh, w-wait, i think i n-need the bathroom,” neuvillette gasps out, hips and thighs quivering terribly as he feels the somewhat familiar urge to pee. he tries to grab your hand, getting more and more frantic as the build up inside him becomes nearly unbearable and the thought of urinating in your hands was far too much for him. he could never face you again if he did.

but you ignore his cries, pushing his shaky hands away and picked up the pace. hearing his sobs and whimpers only urged you on, “don’t worry and just let go, i want to see you cum.”

and just like that, your words and sultry voice pushed him over, the tight knot snapping as neuvillette’s orgasm overtakes his senses, releasing all over your hand. the strings of white cum squirts out on his own clothes and the floor of his office, the man himself having shut his eyes as he experiences pure, unadulterated pleasure surging through his body. you held him tightly through his high, stroking him to completion until his cock begins to soften in your hand, but neuvillette’s body was still trembling and his muscles felt like jelly after being so tensed for so long.

“i, i apologise, i thought i needed the bathroom,” the man finally speaks again after a period of silence as he regains control of his mind and body. your free hand rubs his back, doing your best to comfort him after a moment of vulnerability.

“i heard the feeling of an orgasm can be quite similar to feeling the need to pee, especially since it’s your first experience.” and neuvillette’s face flushes again, he had never told you this was his first sexual experience, but it must have been obvious enough to you. finally feeling enough strength to move, he reaches for a tissue before gingerly wiping your hand, making sure to clean it thoroughly before moving into his clothes and the floor. although he may have felt a little embarrassed seeing his own mess, he hid it well, not wanting to look shameful in front of you anymore than he already has.

you can’t help but think how adorable the chief justice looks right now, quietly cleaning up after himself with the deep red blush across his cheeks. you reach for his now soft cock, chuckling when you hear a surprised yelp from the man, and tucked it back into his boxers before zipping up his pants.

neuvillette’s feels like his face has a permanent blush, as he looks at you patting his crotch and smiling like you didn’t just give him his first (of many) orgasm. one that was in his office no less, with people who held him in high regard right outside. he is just grateful the thick door blocks out sound, given the absolutely shameful sounds that he let out as you stroked his cock.

even the thought of it now makes him feel embarrassed, and yet at the same time he can’t help how excited it makes him. neuvillette pushes these thoughts out of his mind, focusing instead on as you give his cheek a kiss, smiling endearingly at him. all thoughts of shame or embarrassment now gone from his mind as he gaze softens, his chest filling up with emotion when you wrap your arms around him and bid him goodbye with a promise of meeting again. although, his cheeks then crimson yet again from your last parting words:

“if you still need help understanding human pleasure, i’m happy to teach you anytime.”

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bluelovestoship · 5 hours

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Just a little word vomit about Gepard bc I love shy and cute men who have massive dicks. actually this post can be applied to Yuta okkotsu as well 🥰🥰

Thinking about Gepard whose so serious not just in the battlefield but even in his duties and his dedication to his work, a highly respected captain of the silvermane guards that almost seems untouchable…until you have him at your mercy

Thinking about Gepard whose all shy and bashful as he sits on the couch after you had pushed him down and convinced him to let you take care of him. His heavy armor was dropped somewhere and he’s left with nothing but his pants and his compression shirt that was hastily pulled up just enough to show a delicious view of one of his pecs and his defined abs, evidence of his hard work as the defender of Belobog.

Gepard who becomes so red when you pull down his pants and gawk at the size of his cock, averting his gaze while shyly asking “Is…um….Is it alright with you?” He’d say in an unsure tone as if he couldn’t see the hearts in your eyes as you marvel at his girth and size, astonished by how his cock practically covered your face when you lean closer to it, your mouth drooling hungrily at the way his balls hang heavily, no doubt full of thick cum.

Gepard whose shy and embarrassed attitude doesn’t match the absolute monstrous size of his cock, thick like a can with veins running along its sides, the tip blushed pink and even a pearl of precum decorating the slit as it stood proudly even as it twitched every now and then under your gaze.

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bluelovestoship · 5 hours

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In a context of a fem!reader, which character would have a mommy kink? Both male and female (ngl Seele feels like a good fit)

ones that want to be called mommy while getting fucked dumb: kafka, natasha and himeko it was obvious they would be here. they like how desperately you grind your clit against theirs, holding their leg tightly while saying how good it feel. “momma feels so good…so good~” this would have them creaming, whimpering as you start to overstimulate them. kafka would try so hard to tease you but it’s not working with how she’s stuttering

tingyun and seele do it without even knowing. they’re getting fucked so good that they don’t even realize they called you mommy bring it up and seeles gonna act like she never did that. she’ll try to hold back but feeling your fingers so deep inside she’ll let it slip past. tingyun woukd start calling you it when trying to get you to fuck her “need mommy’s cock in me…” she takes a liking to it, loving how you give her exactly what she wants. she’s so spoiled

pela agents her own section bc she’s a perv, she’s thought if calling you mommy and all sorts of names. you could be doing something non sexually and she’ll say. tease her about and she’ll get red in the face, trying to deny it but the more you rub against her cunt she’ll cave and start calling you mommy

for the men it’s not many, gepard and caelus really maybe dan heng but i’m kinda on edge with him.

gepard and caelus are the ones to accidentally call you it.

but caelus would realize but not get flustered, he embraces it and calls you it when he’s feeling needy. whining in your ear while rubbing his cock on your leg slowly, saying how he needs to feel you around him. there’s even tears in his eyes as he calls you mommy

gepard won’t realize till afterwards he’ll apologize thinking you might be uncomfortable but when you tell him it’s fine he’s kinda flabbergasted. he’ll approach this new kink with caution but once he sees you like him calling you mommy he’s gonna definitely call you it in bed. while his favorite strap is fucking into him he’s whining saying how goo it feels “s-so good! more momma- please!”

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bluelovestoship · 5 hours

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moo moo milk

characters: gepard x dom!reader

cw: gepard’s giant tiddies

a/n: he sent me the one message about what drinks i’d like to try. yea that’s all. i want to suck his tiddies that’s all. sorry if bad haven’t written long time

“ah, geppie, remember when you asked me what other belobogian drinks i’d like to try? i think i know what i want to try now.”

“right, right now?” the blonde man stuttered out, his face a crimson red even just after a few kisses.

“i want…” you began.

“… to try your milk, geppie.”

it takes him a moment to register your words, still too caught up with your touches. “my… my milk?”

“i can’t—i don’t, i can’t …lactate… i don’t have m-milk.” he barely gets the words out, unable to help how his chest unconsciously pushes out, as if begging to have it teased more.

“are you sure? i think we should try.”

“a-ah! wait..! that’s too…n-nngh.. s’ sensitive there, p-please…”

a damp patch begins to grow on the crotch of his pants, seeping into the fabric of your shirt. “you came a lot.”

gepard flinches slightly, cheeks growing even redder at your observation. “i… i apologise, i didn’t mean to dirty your clothes. forgive me.” he whispers, still a little out of breath.

“hm, don’t apologise, i don’t mind it one bit. it seems like you enjoyed that a lot, huh?” your fingers roll over the swollen buds, watching how he jolts with every touch.

“y-yes, it was quite… it felt good.” gepard smiles, moving to wrap his arms around you now.

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bluelovestoship · 5 hours

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Hii, Can you write an Overstimulated, Teased Neuvillette x Fem!Dom reader? And if you dont mind can you make Overstimulated! Wriothesley Dom to sub x Fem!Dom reader

Absolutetly love this. The Wriothesley one is gonna be in a separate post sometime else. Pairing: Neuvillette x fem!Reader Content: Fem!Reader; Dom!Reader; Sub!Neuvillette; established relationship; begging; handjob; Overstimulation; Teasing; unprotected sex; vaginal penetration; creampie; Praise; multiple orgasms; not proofread yet Word count: 1,5k words Requested by: @seipaws Hope you enjoy!<3

It was a privilege, being the only person in the world that was able to see the face of the Iudex morph and twist in pleasure. Hearing the sounds that are currently leaving him sent shivers down your spine and a smile to your face.

"You look so beautiful, Neuvi~", you coo at him, keeping the strokes of your hand on his cock nice and slow. The pace was killing him, a frustrated groan escaping him as he tried to buck his hips into your hand. But that only made your grip on him tighten more, not allowing him the added friction.

"Noo! P-Please!", Neuvillette's back arched, desperately thrusting his hips into the air repeatedly. He needed more.. needed to feel you. He could feel his climax approaching, yet you were so cruel to rip it away from him. A single tear ran down his cheek as desperation was starting to take over him.

"Aww, my poor darling.", your free hand reaches out to gently wipe away the tear that had escaped him. Your other hand was still tightly gripping his hard cock, drops of precum running down his shaft and over your hand.

You couldn't help but admire the image displayed in front of you. The Iudex of Fontaine, the most beautiful man you've ever laid your eyes upon, splayed out on your bed, his face half burried into the pillow underneath him, expression morphed into one of pure pleasure. It was the most obscene and simultaniously the prettiest thing you've ever laid your eyes upon.

"Tell me what you want, darling.", you coax him along, getting him to use his words, to tell you what he desires so that you could fulfill that for him.

Neuvillette groans more, but when you still show no signs of moving your hand, he frees his face from the pillow, facing you again, his expression showing just how desperate he truly was.

"P-Please.. touch me... more! I want more!", he cried out, not at all above begging for it anymore. If that's what you wanted in order to pleasure him, then he would gladly give it to you.

"Good job.", you smile at his words, then begin to stroke his cock again, nice and slow. Instantly, pleasure began to burn inside him, like a fire running through his entire body.

His sharp nails digging into the bedsheets as he thrusts his hips into your grip again, and this time, you let it happen. His moans continue to grow louder and louder as he humps your hand, his pace increasing with every thrust. Neuvillette's eyes are closed at this point, so focused on chasing his high, that your next words caught him off guard.

"You're so beautiful like this, Neuvi. I love seeing you get so desperate.", you whisper to him, his eyes snapping open and his hips stilling for a moment as he looks at you in shock, like he doesn't or couldn't believe the words that left your lips.

But you just smile at him and pick up the pace of your hand, stroking him at the exact same pace that his hips were humping your hand just moments ago.

"Aaghn! Yes..Yes! P-Please.. s-so c-close! Ahh!", he moaned again, the arch of his back almost looking painful at this point, but you kept going. Your strokes now quick and fast on his throbbing dick.

Moments later, his eyes snapped open again, his breathing coming out in short, erratic breaths. "C-cumming... 'm cumming!", he warned you, but already, as the words were spoken, his cock throbbed in your hand, shooting out ropes of cum onto your hand and his stomach.

You kept stroking him through his orgams, Neuvillette's moans reaching new hights in sound. It really was like music to your ears. All the while, you kept praising him through his climax until his cock was spent, and the last of his cum covered your hand.

As he was laying there on his back, breathing heavily, his eyes glaced over with lust and pleasure, you couldn't hold back your own desires any longer.

Quickly standing up, you undressed yourself completely before climbing on top of Neuvillette. He was still absent minded, only subconsciously realising that you were there, as his hands placed themselves on your thighs like they had a mind of their own.

With a smile, you lean down to press a gentle kiss on his neck, your bare breasts grazing over his chest in the process, your nipples brushing over his skin which sent a course of pleasure through your own veins.

When Neuvillette seemed to slowly come back into reality, that was when you began to grind your bare pussy against his cock, which quickly snapped his eyes open again, turning his head to you in a shocked expression.

"A-Again? But.. but I just-!", you shut him up with a passionate kiss as you continue to grind yourself against him, already feeling how he was growing hard again. A small whimper left Neuvillette, still so sensitive from the orgasm he just had.

"You can cum again for me, right?", you ask as you break the kiss. You looked so serene above him, grinding your pussy on him, that Neuvillette could only nod. Whatever it is you wanted, he would do it. And if you wanted him to cum again, then he would.

"Good~", you smile as you reach down to wrap your hand around his now hard cock, keeping it in place as you began to sink down on it. Neuvillette whimpered as the tip of his dick slipped into you, feeling how wet you already are. His hands gripped at your thighs, his nails digging into the skin, leaving marks, but you didn't mind that at all.

In one long motion, you managed to take his entire lenght, moaning out as you sat down on him, feeling his dick throb inside of you. Neuvillette on the other hand was thrashing around underneath you. Your walls clamping around him so tight felt so good, he wanted to just thrust into you repeatedly, never stopping until you both were incoherent messes. Tears were now running down his cheeks freely, he felt so good that he couldn't hold them back any longer, as well as the moans and whimpers that left him. Not that he cared for that anymore.

"You doing okay, darling?", he heard your voice from above.

"Yes, yes!", he nodded his head along to his words. "Please, move! I.. I can't.. Please, (Name)!"

How could you ever refuse him?

With a smile, you place one hand on his chest to help you balance yourself, as you then slowly raise your hips again. His cock pulling out of you, until only the tip remained inside, then you sank down on him again, soft and slow. It was just like before when you were pleasuring him with your hand, the slow pace was killing him, breaking his mind completely.

Neuvillette threw his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he absentmindedly began to beg even more. "Please, faster! Please, please! I need more!"

And you complied, picking up the pace of your hips as you were riding him, getting faster and also a bit sloppier with every bounce you made on top of him. His cock was hitting all the good parts inside you, stretching you out so good that moan after silent moan was escaping you now as well as the waves of your building orgasm approaching you.

"Mhm, Neuvi.. You feel so good inside of me~", you moan out as you lean over him, once again attacking his neck with kisses. All the while, you never once stopped bouncing on his cock.

"Agh! AHH! Yes, Yes! Ohhh, oh no.. I-I'm already... AGH, so close!", Neuvillette moaned, his own hips now meeting your thrusts, making his dick hit even deeper parts inside of you, which in turn caused you to moan against his neck.

"Agghnn... c-cumming! cummigcummingcumming!", he screamed and with one final thrust up into you, his hips stilled as he came inisde you, his nails digging even deeper into the flesh of your thighs as he released his load. You felt rope after rope of his cum fill you up, and the throbbing of his cock. Quickly, you slip a hand between your bodies to rub against your sensitive clit. The extra stimulation was all that you needed and a few moments later, you felt your own orgasm crashing in over you.

You cried out as you rode the waves of euphoria, your walls clamping down on his cock even harder, rhythmically, and the feeling caused Neuvillette to groan, burrying himself even deeper within you.

It took a while for the both of you to come down from your climax again, you were both breathing heavily. Your legs were shaking from the intensity of your orgasm, and so, you simply collapsed on top of Neuvillette, his arms instantly wrapping around your figure.

His now limp dick was still inside you, but neither of you cared for that right now. Now, the only important thing was to cuddle and bask in the afterglow together...

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lazily fingering neuvi until he squirts..... oh i know hed make the prettiest noises while he's lost in the waves of pleasure I bring to him, burying his face into the pillow, trying to muffle his sounds but I obviously deny him that solace; not to be mean, but because he sounds so beautiful when he moans and whines, and why would I ever dream of hiding it?

Gently praising him while continuously pressing on that spongy spot that makes him go absolutely boneless. He writhes, warning that something feels weird. I pay it no mind because his body betrays him with the way he desperately cants himself against my fingers, a strangled moan escaping him when he does finally let go, getting the bedsheets all messy. I'll have to wash that later, I think to myself. However, all thoughts are washed away when I see my pretty boy, all splayed out on the bed, exhausted yet elegant.

Featherlight kisses are pressed along his thighs and hips as a consolation, soft whines being pulled out of him because he's still so sensitive; oh, so sweet. The Iudex of the Court of Fontaine- no, not that. Positions and titles do not come to play in the bedroom, for he is just my beautiful neuvillette here, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

(I have lots of thoughts abt neuvi if u cant tell..... (ノ_＜) ）

-🕊️

OH MY GOD, SWEET DOVE (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ THIS WAS SO NNGNHHH pls pls pls keep having neuvillette thoughts . . .

i so adore the idea of your neuvillette—he's just neuvi, here with you and you alone. there's no silly titles or any of the burdens of his day-to-day, not when you're right there with him to smooth away the stress, be that your words or your soft touch—or maybe (definitely. most definitely) both.

mmmm you'd have to turn him over after he tries muffling himself in his fluffed-up pillows one too many times, pressing his back into the sheets as you're lying beside him, neuvi half-bundled up in your arms and halfway mixed up into the duvet. duvets always have a cover, too, so hopefully laundry will be easy for you . . . and besides, it'd be about time you put the waterproof label to good use, yeah? i just know our hydro dragon sovereign would be absolutely soaked between his thighs, even before he cums.

he'd be so embarrassed, falling prey to your gentle touches and letting himself be overwhelmed. it's all in the technique, babe, thrusting your fingers in slow n' deep and all lazy and soft. i like to imagine how hard it'd be to keep your thrusts gentle when he bucks and jerks in your grip; but i also think he'd simply melt back once he succumbs to the pleasure of the orgasm you bestow upon him, one that leaves him shaking next to you and squirting all over himself and the bed !!

think about how fucking pretty neuvillette's pale thighs would be shimmering in the gleam left by his messy, messy release. do you think he'd wanna taste himself, lick at your dripping fingers and suckle the tang of his cunt off of you? that, and then maybe you can go back down on him, because neuvillette deserves this break. he deserves this, and so, so much more.

just, holy hell, dove . . . i love u sm for this ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ ur ideas are phenomenal and so is ur writing, 'cos now i'm hard !

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i need continuation of wrio masturbating and thinking of reader oml.. Like the idea itself is so good. Imagine wrio and neuvi are your friends, you worked with them behind doors and one day you decided to take up a side job.

That side job is selling adult toys because you know the business would do well. They don't question you because they're already used to your silly antics and how you used to make jokes on opening an adult shop... Didn't think you'd actually do it though, ahem.

And reader being the mischievous guy they are, decided to tease those two and gifted each with a sex box of toys! Saying "you're welcome" With a wink and giggling at their flushed face.. Thinking that they're embarrassed because of the toys and stuff. Unbeknown to you they're embarrassed, sure, but not because of that.. But it's because of their thoughts that always leads back to you. ♡

Neuvi would fuck himself silly with the dildo you gave him, imagining it's you who's thrusting the toy in and out of him. Moaning out your name so loud within his chamber, eyes already forming hearts at the thought of you. You you you.

The same would go for wrio. Riding the toy as if he's riding you, saying please over and over and over again. Begging you to pay attention to him. To touch him. Wrio's a mess, begging at nothing and could only think of you. You you you.

It's always you. Thinking of you with heart eyes. Cannot get you out of their head like they're insane.... Fuck.. They can't even cum without imagining you anymore..

It's always you. Shit, when will you notice? ♡

god, yeah . . . being friends with neuvi and wrio both, your self a stark contrast to the stoicism neuvillette carries himself with and the brashness of wriothesley. they both think your idea is great—wriothesley especially, knowing how well your business would boom in meropide. neuvillette isn't stupid, either; he knows the people of fontaine would buy you out quickly. you're talented: neither of them can deny it.

when you actually start it up, they'd be surprised—pleasantly so ! wrio'd immediately open up trade, a friend's deal. neuvillette wouldn't touch it—it'd tarnish his good name, after all !—but he'd give you your licenses on the down low, careful not to get any of the gardes with their noses where they don't belong.

and, oh my god. listen. you give them each a toy, as is only customary ! a friendly gift, a thank you, a gag gift, for chrissake ! . . . except each toy is tailored a bit too well to each man to be purely a joke . . . but you hope they don't notice that. of course, you'd give them to them both together, at a meeting between the three of you. you three, all circled around wriothesley's grand desk and with his light music playing in the background—placing the gifts in front of them each, telling them not to open it until they're alone. it's a thank you, they'd say.

and then wriothesley is left alone in the office with the discreetly marked package. he doesn't open it, at first. he keeps it to the side, goes about his night. he waits until meropide is silent save for the perpetual whirring of gears ricochetting through the iron walls. the box is filled with tissue paper, when he opens it, and on top is a card; on it is scrawled, in your own messy handwriting, "wrio." his nickname. simple.

it's entirely simple, and entirely a fucking ruse, because the toy you've got wrapped up for him is downright obscene. it's large, smooth, and it's got a mean curve to the shaft of it; but what draws his attention most is the protrusion of the rabbit ears. it's a damn dildo, souped up with a vibrator that's meant to fit snug around his cock.

(how did you remember this? he had told you, once, about the way most vibrators fail to really bring him off. "they're too—blunt, yeah. can't really aim 'em, y'know?"

"i know," you'd said; and apparently you'd filed that away, because now wriothesley's got a rabbit dildo with ears larger but slimmer, more concentrated, than any of the rabbits before. this—this dildo, this vibrator: they were made with intent, wriothesley knows.

these ears are meant to cup a cock chubbed with testosterone. is this for the transman, he wonders, or for him? he tries not to read too much into this.)

and then there's neuvillette. he takes the box to his apartment, snug under his arm as he walks the streets as brisk as he always does. the box is the first thing he opens when he gets home, before he even so much as strips himself from his heavy garb.

opening it, however, makes him wish he did take the time to at least loosen his high collar. it's wrapped in tissue paper just like wriothesley's, and the card you have set on top reads, "NEUVILLETE." it is big and it is bold (but still in messy scrawl), just like the dildo you've gifted him with.

his is a ridiculous thing. the sight of it makes him blush, and the heft of it in his hands makes him hot. the dildo—it's got two fucking cocks, each one ribbed and ridged in a way that makes neuvillette shakily gasp, running his fingers over the obscenity of the thing.

(all that time ago, "you're the hydro dragon, aren't you?" you'd asked, sitting across from him at wriothesley's desk. wriothesley had been gone, doing god knows what, and that left you face to face with the dragon sovereign.

neuvillette had not lied to you. he said yes, and you had dropped it. while he and wriothesley never had such a conversation, he, too, knows that wriothesley knows.

he trusts that you didn't tell him. wriothesley figured it out on his own—before even you, probably.

but, now, neuvillette wishes he hadn't acquiesced so—easily. that's got to be the only reason for such a—for such cocks, multiple.)

one cock for his cunt; the other for his ass. the intention is clear, and the thicker one—only slightly so, thicker but shorter lest it bump painfully against his cervix—has a protruding base, a delicate dip that he knows his own cock must rest in, rub against, during play.

you'll know, then, that neuvillette opened his gift when you feel the sporadic rush of rain, of sun showers, of a period of nothing and then of another burst of water—all happening within seconds. you have flustered the hydro dragon sovereign, and it is a heady feeling.

while neuvillette opened his gift first, however, i just know wriothesley would use it first. there won't be any tells in the rain, but there'd be tells in the way he doesn't meet your eyes as often, the way his pale cheeks are flushed just-so.

god x2. thinking about the way wrio would finger himself open quick, fast, a lil' rough—until your face, your voice, your cock flits across his mind . . . he'd slow down immediately, thinkin' about your sweet tongue, the way you'd be so soft and gentle with him (even if he thinks he doesn't deserve it, or—no, no: rather, especially because he thinks he doesn't).

all the words you could say, each one making him wetter than the last. it's—it's shameful, but it feels so good, and the cock isn't even in him yet . . . and, heavens. once it's in? it slides in so easy, wrio stretched open and wet for you, for your cock, and the head of it rests right against his g-spot. his head is muddled, and it's a lil' difficult to nudge the rabbit ears to the right spot—each ear, thin and long, running the length of his cock on either side—, but once it's right, it's right.

"oh!" he'd gasp, so loud, so keyed up just from the pressure alone. when he turns on the vibrator, he'd be a goner. trying to ride it would only make him fall, the pleasure too strong; but, holy hell. once he's got a good rhythm, riding the cock and thrusting it in and out with each grind of his hips—the pleasure of the curve rolling across his g-spot paired with the vibrations, "fuck! fuck!"

but enough of wrio. let's give him the privacy he deserves, yeah? (once he's cum, he's definitely keeping the dildo in deep. he'd turn the vibrations off, and he's doze off, high off post-orgasmic bliss, imagining it's your cock that's filling him up, that it's your cum slickening him between the thighs and not his own, not the lube he used.)

"fuck me ! please, oh—" neuvillette would be such a pretty beggar, when he finally falls to your gift. it'd definitely be left in the corner of his room, a constant tease, days to weeks left to rot . . . until he can't take it anymore; it'd be rude, after all, to let your gift go to waste, wouldn't it? he tells himself that's it, that he just wants to show he appreciates it.

that's it ! he'd lay himself in his bed, duties aside for a mere hour . . . he rarely has the time to himself, to satiate himself, and he wouldn't realize how pent up he is 'til he's hard and dripping just getting the toy and the lube out in preparation.

one cock in, the other in, sitting deep in his cunt and ass and keeping him stretched as far as he can go, filled up to the brim. he'd cry out your name as he pumps it in, out, the base of it heavy with the weight of both cocks. but he can take it; he's strong and his grip is tight, tight as his cunt and cock around the toy you so kindly gave him.

(when it starts pouring after a previously clear day—one where the forecast expected nothing but sunshine and a cloudless sky—, you know how well received your gift is.)

your name'd sit thick on his tongue as he cries for you, the dead of night of a welcome reprieve for this . . . sinful act. his mind has never been one for a hyperactive imagination, but nothing but you, you, you would fill his mind as easily as the cocks slip into him.

"so pretty on my cocks," you'd say. you'd slide the toy in as deep as it can go, press down on his navel, and ask, "isn't it scandalous? look at you, small lil' dragon, with all these thick replicas of a 'dragon's cock . . .'

"maybe they aren't supposed to be of a dragon's cock, but rather for a sweet dragon like you, huh?"

so, while they may have gotten different toys, used them at different times; they both thought of you, in the end.

(and, hell, you thought of them; you can't not think about them.

thinking about the way wriothesley's cunt would be puffy, his cock thick and ruddy after the stimulation of the vibrations against it . . . or of the way neuvillette's holes would be left sloppy n' open, absolutely wrecked after fucking himself silly on cocks he imagined were yours . . .)

get yourself a stroker, too, why don't'cha? imagine it's your pretty boys, spread open all slick on your cock? (⁠ᗒ⁠ᗩ⁠ᗕ⁠)

i did not need to write so much for this, but holy fuck—this ask really grabbed me by the throat.

11 MAR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

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Hii, could i request neuvillette with letters o,v,w, and c, please??

"you have summoned NEUVILLETTE for the event . . ."

A/N : hi !! i hope this fits ur ideas (○｀ 3′○)

✦ㅤㅤC = cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

neuvillette is such a squirter: the very pinnacle, the model of it, in-fact. from the way his legs always get shaky when he's close, to the mad flutter of his cunt around you, all the way to the way he leaks onto you before he's even yet to cum—it's all quintessentially what makes him such the very framework of it. (the guy probably invented what it means to squirt, being so fuckin' old.)

further, he's definitely the type to love being covered in it, filled with it: be it cream or squirt from another pretty cunt to thick, opaque cum from a well-endowed cock to the fake n' sticky stuff of a strap-on, neuvillette adores having it smeared across his lips after blowing you, having it fucked up snug n' deep inside him, having it leak out of his hole after a good fuck. he can cum simply from you cumming.

✦ㅤㅤO = oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

when i say this man has no preference, he has no preference. he likes giving it, he likes receiving it: he loves it all. neuvi absolutely loves licking at you, tonguing at you where you're most sensitive, lips wrapped around you . . . he's quite skilled at it, too, but it's a learned thing; he's so attuned to you and what makes you tick, what gets you off. put him with someone else, and he'd be floundering like an oral virgin. and also, he loves it when you tongue-fuck him, swirling the tip of your tongue against his chubby cock and making him mewl into the air, truly giving him a taste of his own medicine. it's the fact that you make him feel so good with your mouth alone that he's come to love giving it back to you, knowing he makes you feel as good as you make him feel <3

✦ㅤㅤV = volume (how loud he is, what sounds does he make, etc.)

neuvillette's not all that loud, but he's not silent as a mouse either. the loudest he gets is when you've brought him to tears, takin' big gulps of air and sniffling as your cock or fingers oh-so sweetly bully him !! he's loud if you count the heavy pitter-patter of a downpour against the roof and window-panes, but, really, the sounds that spill from his lips are breathy lil' things, soft moans and mewls that are punched out of him with each thrust. like i said, he's breathy, his noises tinged with the breaths he's left to desperately take in and exhale all the same.

noise complaints are never a thing, with neuvillette. while the melusines may know something is up when the two of you disappear behind closed doors, a light drizzle making itself known on what was previously a clear, sunshine-y day, they never hear it. it's a blessing in and of itself.

✦ㅤㅤW = wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

we all know his rhinophores (or horns) are sensitive as hell, but i'd also wager his scales would be, too. littered across his body—not unlike moles or freckles of a human—, his scales would be almost fully embedded into his skin; but the texture there would be undeniable. small clumps of them scattered over his skin: some on his biceps, one or two above his collarbones, and a handful on the soft skin surrounding his navel. petting at them gently with your fingers or softly licking at them with your tongue will make neuvillette go crazy with lust and desire.

in all honestly, he can probably cum just from some rhinophore and scale stimulation alone !!

i literally adore the neuvi fanarts where folks give him scales hghhhhh

2 APR. 2024, @rosedom, rosey .

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Sub!Baizhu x Dom!reader

(No pronouns used) TW: Sub!Baizhu + Aphrodisiac used + fingering + handjob + Baizhu being needy Baizhu was a careful person with medicinal arts, always making sure to never spill anything or use the wrong medicine on sick and injured people. But today it was different. He was a tad overworked from staying up late, his eyes slightly drooping as he reached over to grab the glass of water on his desk, His fingers reached out for the glass but accidentally mistaking the Aphrodisiac bottle for water, he placed the rim of the water taking a refreshing sip, he let out a refreshed sigh and opened his eyes. Baizhu's eyes immediately widened when he saw the Aphrodisiac label on the side of the glass. He set the bottle down and quickly rushed out of his room to try and get something to at least help him. The Aphrodisiac effects started to kick in causing an overwhelming need and lust to wash over his whole body causing his knees to shake and for him to fall on the floor.. His right hand gripping the door handle while his left hand gripping the fabric of his pants, He panted heavily desperate for release or for someone to help him with his overwhelming need and lust. Lucky for you. You stumbled across his office.. opened the door to see Baizhu who was kneeling down... The Aphrodisiac bottle on the floor spilling the remaining liquid out on the ground, His bronze-colored eyes immediately looked up at the person who stood by the door frame only to see you, His look turned from panic to pleading in an instant.. pleading with you to help him out from this awkward situation he was in. You took a step in before crouching down.. he moved his hand away from his crotch showing the bulge pushing against the fabric of his pants desperate to be free. Your right hand went to his bulge but instead of freeing it from his tight pants.. You started palming it gently against your palm causing whines and whimpers to leave Baizhu's mouth, His hips started bucking against you desperate for more pleasure on him. It doesn't take long for you to remove his pants and underwear. letting his cock spring free, His eyes clouded with lust as the tip of his cock started leaking precum. Your hand wrapped around his cock before starting to stroke it.. Your other hand wrapped around his left thigh and opened it revealing his puffy hole just begging to be filled with your fingers. You couldn't deny such a beautiful entrance so you dipped your fingers in lube before sinking your fingers into his hole. You stroking his cock while fingering his hole was too much for him to handle. Baizhu threw his head back, thrashing under you from the pleasure he was receiving from both his cock and hole. His cock started twitching in your hand leaking out more precum all over himself and his hand, dirtying the shirt he was wearing and the wooden floors. Your pace on both of his cock and hole turned from gentle to fast after a few seconds of letting him get used to being filled and stroked at the same time. Baizhu let's out a sob begging for release now, it wasn't long enough until your fingers found that oh-so-sweet spot finally letting your fingers roughly thrust into that sweet spot you desperately craved to find. It didn't take long for Baizhu to cum all over your hand, He arched his back and moaned loudly, the spot under his legs dirty with his cum.. His body slowly relaxed from the pleasure, You slowly removed your hands from his cock and hole but to only be met with Baizhu's hand grabbing your wrist back with a pleading look. Surely you'll give him more and help him right?

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♡︎ 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙩2 ♡︎

characters: sub!dragons x nb!dom!reader

warnings: finger in vent again so vent fingering, established relationship, monster anatomy, clothes and undergarment stealing, clothes sniffing, the dragons are being a bit more feral, pillow humping, praise, pleading, thigh riding, guided vent fingering, squirting, nipple stimulation, bullet vibrator usage, mind break, fluff, needy dragon boys hehehehhehe

notes: due to popular demand, here is part 2 of dragons getting fucked dumb(●’◡’●)ﾉ im sorry if it took a while. i was having some health issues(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) part 1 can be read here!! gradient divider from @/benkeibear

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ever since you helped out your large lizard lover with his heat, there’s only been one thing on his mind since then. your finger in his vent. the soft coos of your praises, the way you pushed his legs open to fuck him dumber, the way you nudged his hands off of his face so you could see his cute face twist and turn in pleasure as you fuck his hole.

“oh, for fuck’s sake! i need to get them out of my head” the dragon huffs aloud out of a sudden, hunching over his desk at his usual office as he hides the flush of his cheeks behind his hands. already a week has passed since the ending of his heat cycle and yet he was acting like he was still under the influence of his stupid dragon anatomy. he couldn’t even stop thinking about you and your fingers spreading him open while he cried dumbly on the bed, back arching and chasing after your fingers like a whore.

it was after his heat ended and finally able to at least articulate proper sentences that wasn’t about wanting you to wreck him, that the two of you have talked over and decided that perhaps it was time to make your relationship official. how long have the two of you been dancing around each other, making everyone roll their eyes at the way you two flirted with each other like some dumb teenagers? enough to the point people started making bets. enough that a half of the city had become 50 bucks richer and the other half poorer.

despite having already gotten into an established relationship with you, the poor dragon still felt shameful over some of his actions. such as stealing your clothes whenever you come over to his house to stay the night and lying to your face about not knowing where it was. you two were still basically in the baby stages of being an official couple which was why you needed some time to fully move your things into his house and to start living together. it takes time to settle y’know?

so it was definitely weird when some of your clothes started to disappear. the shirt that you usually wear when at the comfort of your or his home. the large, oversized sweater of yours that you have given the nickname of “the ugly one”. and strangely, you even had a hard time finding a certain undergarment amongst the mess of your home and the boxes of things that you packed up, preparing to move. strange. and even more strange, your overgrown lizard lover says he hasn’t seen them in his own home either. you genuinely started to question your own memory.

in the meantime you were busy creating a storm in your home trying to triple check this week about your missing clothes, your boyfriend was having a hard time in his office. no matter how hard he tried to focus on the paperwork stacked in front of his damn face, he just couldn’t.

instead, his mind just kept drifting back to the memory of you helping him during his heat cycle. the praises that constantly fell on his ears as his toes curled, clawed hands scrambling to grasp for something to clutch onto because he was sure that he ascended when your finger fucked the small opening of his vent. and that lewd squelching noises of his slick dripping down from his vent. an oddly sickeningly sweet smelling scent coming from him as if trying to woo you, trails of his juice dripping from his vent down to his fluttering hole to the bed.

he was fucked dumb during those days and by the stars, he wanted it again. he wanted your hand fisting at his cocks, eagerly tugging on them as your finger abuses the squishy spot inside him. he wanted to sob and wail deliriously, bucking his hips, torn between wanting to chase after the pleasure or tearing himself away to save what leftover pride he had, as he begs for mercy. he wanted it. at this rate, if he kept thinking back on that moment, he might as well try to force his body into another heat cycle so soon.

shaking the imagery out of his head, the dragon clears his throat. looking around his office to see if anyone is around — to his luck, no one was — before breathing out a heavy huff. he might as well try to at least do his work during work time.

“maybe that chipmunk’s affinity to skip work is rubbing off on me…”

perhaps even more had rubbed off on him. none which was a good thing.

“i’m sorry… i’m sorry i’m sorry ‘m sorry, [name]…” the dragon whines pathetically, wearing the oversized sweater he stole from you and nothing else. he just couldn’t get that memory out of his head. every time he tried, something small and insignificant would just remind him of it again. unable to keep up with trying to seem all professional, he rushed home straight after work — perhaps even earlier than the hours he gets out of his office — locking himself in his bedroom with a pillow between his thighs, wearing your sweater with your stolen undergarments to his face.

despite having already been fucked shamelessly just ten or so days ago, it still felt wrong to think of you in such a lewd way. in such a defiling way. in a way that it served as a huge disservice to who you really are.

“mmnngh—! [naamee]… m-miss you… missing you so bad…” the dragon whines, completely pent up as his slick continues to drip onto the pillow between his thighs, the outer scales of his vent already puffy and open slightly, weeping his mouthwatering juice. the poor thing was pathetic, trying to recreate the way you wrecked him so good. fingers messily rubbing and flicking against his vent opening as a means to mimic the way you ate him out the other day. spreading his slick around, making a stretching motion with his two fingers on the sides of his vent, flicking the small nub on top. it didn’t help. if anything, it only made it worse.

the dragon was trying to help himself out, to relieve himself off of his pain of unknowingly edging himself for the past few days. without you by his side to help him out or to hear his pleas. without you by his side to fuck him so good again. palming himself with a pathetic whimper, the dragon thinks about slipping a finger inside his vent the same way you did. but could he do it? probably not. he was just too damn of a coward, and there was the looming possibility of losing control of himself and letting his claws grow.

unable to do it in the end, he settles on merely stroking his cock. hand wrapped tightly around his weeping dick, your stolen undergarments wrapped around one of his cocks as he mewls, bucking his hips into the tight space of his closed fist. it was nowhere near to how it felt when you did it. perhaps at the time, it was his heat pheromones working but it felt good. your hand wrapped around his cock as your other hand fingers his vent opening. your hand felt so much better.

biting down on his lips, he cums into his hand, soiling your stolen undergarments as well in the process just the moment he thought back on the feeling. pouting, the dragon’s tail flicks in annoyance behind him, looking over at the clock hanging on the wall.

12:36. were you awake right now? you did indeed had tendency to stay awake a bit too late on some nights…

knock knock knock!

the soft yet annoyingly persistent knocks on your door slowly rouses you from your sleep, making you roll around in the comfort of your bed in a silent declaration of war against the knocking. acting stubborn, clinging onto the cozy warmth of your bed, you groan as a string of curses falls from your lips as you involuntarily drag yourself out of bed. whoever that was outside your door in this ungodly hour shall face your wrath like sun wukong did with buddha.

pitter pattering to the door — where the knocking has become more persistent — you swing the door open, ready to curse the person and their 109 bloodlines before shutting up. standing in front of you with his tail and horns out in the open, slitted eyes glowing slightly, was your dragon lover. strange. he never visits this late.

“dear? wha— what happened? is everything alright? it’s—“ you take a moment to steal a glance towards the clock hanging on the living room wall before turning to face him again, “—nearly 2am” you finish, concern growing more and more when his tail comes to curl around his own ankle. a clear sign that he was feeling anxious or uncomfortable.

“can i… come in? i wanted to see you” the dragon asks in a meek voice, a strange habit that you found concerning and heartbreaking to see since your lover was usually one who is calm and collected at all times. nodding, you usher him inside before locking the door behind you.

quietly, you follow him as your lover makes a straight beeline into your bedroom, making himself comfortable on the edge of your bed as a pink flush starts to grow on his cute cheeks. you were about to ask him if he wanted something to eat or drink but perhaps not as the needy dragon was now staring at you as his tail swishes behind him, impatient. tails expressed emotions after all.

yawning, you move to sit beside him on the bed, to which you accept his hug when you finally settle down. his arms cones to wrap around your middle, tail now calming down from the earlier fussy movement as it curls around your calf possessively. humming, you run a hand through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp.

the dragon loved it whenever you read him like he was an open book. to others, he was a stone wall, one that was made out of ancient scribbles and unintelligible runes. a warrior forged by blood and scent of death, one who was born and made by the cries of war and blind devotion from others. but to you, he was just a fellow being. one who was lonely from the many centuries he had spent, all by himself. struggling with the many different cultures of life, trying his best to learn and understand the human customs so he could properly court you in human traditions.

you two stay like that for some time. nestled against one another, just basking in the comfort of the peaceful life that you two found between yourselves.

“[name]…” the dragon whimpers from the crook of your neck, soft rumbling purrs mixing with his whining of your name. it was enough to snap you out of your sleepy state, making you hum as you acknowledge his call. he got your attention now. but the main point of hesitancy was — could he do it? could he be so shameful as to not only disturb your night of peace but to also be selfish to want you to pleasure him the same way you did a few days ago?

hearing the familiar noise of his tail hitting the bed constantly in a sense of irritation, you coo his name softly. one hand messing with the long strands of his hair while the other runs through his scalp.

“what’s on your mind now, my pretty?” you ask, taking a look at his face when it comes out of its hiding place in the crook of your neck. he seemed to be conflicted. brows furrowed, slitted eyes glowing slightly in the dark room while his lips tug in a small pout. laughing at the oddly adorable expression, you kiss his brows and pouty lips, making his purrs become louder. such a needy dragon.

“i’ve… been thinking,” the dragon starts after a while, taking his time to try and articulate his request and to convey his feelings that has been bothering him lately. a lot more than he initially thought they would.

“about how you helped me while i was in heat” he takes a moment, watching your expression closely to see if you caught the gist of what he was trying to say. you did, of course you did, you were a smart human after all. his smart human.

“and i was wondering if you could do it again…?” he finally manages to bring himself to ask, peering up at you through his lashes bashfully. how could you ever say no to such a face? such an ethereal and cute begging face alongside the promise of seeing his expression twist into one of someone who’s just fucked stupid. the cute face of your dragon lover drooling and sobbing fat tears while his heart shaped pupils stare at you in a silent plea for more. that face haunted your mind for too damn long, causing unnecessary moments of dozing off while remembering about the moment you slipped your finger inside, making your already horrible work ethnic drop to below ground level.

“sure. i wouldn’t mind it, pretty” you hum, any ounce of sleep leaving your body as you move to a more comfortable position on the bed. pushing yourself to lean against the headboard of the bed, you watch as your draconic lover takes his place on your lap. clawed hands coming to fist at the material of your pajama shirt, whining your name as he pushes himself flush against your chest. you could feel the mounds of his chest pressing against your own, his tail swishing behind him as he arches his back. your lips is pulled against his own, a small peck easily turning into a heated, messy make out. his forked tongue shyly licking at your lips, purring contently as his long tongue slithers inside you, exploring every nook and cranny needily.

you could feel his hips humping your thigh, the wetness of his vent weeping his precum already starting to stain his pajama pants and seeping into your own. you could tell he was too aroused, dumbly chasing after any ounce of pleasure there could be. you could feel the way your mixed saliva dripped down from your sloppy open mouthed kisses, his hands guiding yours to rest on his hips. a position you used to your advantage as your hands traveled downwards to knead his ass, squeezing the soft fat as he whimpers into the kiss.

the poor thing was so pent up, humping your thighs didn’t felt enough. it wasn’t enough to get him to that familiar feeling of high, that exhilarating feeling of feeling your fingers stretch his vent open while he could only keen like a whore.

“want it… want it so bad…” he mumbles into the kiss, guiding your hands to the hem of his pajama pants, tugging on them fervently to get the clothes off. you simply chuckle, finding his desperation adorable in more ways than one before finally relenting and slipping off his pants before he let out an annoyed hiss, pulling away from the sloppy make out session to tear off his underwear with his claws.

“darling! why would you rip it off?” you ask, amused by his eagerness but also slightly concerned for the way he just easily ripped off his clothes like that. you have never seen him get even the tiniest bit ticked off after all, so this was a new side of him that you were seeing.

“wanted more” he only huffs, demanding more kisses as he returns to shove his forked tongue down your throat. the length of his tongue got you groaning and panting, finding it harder to breathe as he becomes more needy with every kiss, with every sloppy slurp of your tongue against his own.

“mmnhp—! [nameee]♡︎” he let out a yelp, pulling away from the kiss to whine out your name as he felt your fingers knead his vent open. the poor dragon whined, huffing and puffing about how you were being so mean to him as he humps your thigh, the tips of his cocks slowly emerging from the scaled vent, both of his cocks weeping pre all over your clothes as his vent drips with his own arousal.

shifting him around, you let him lean his back onto your chest, hands hooking under his legs to spread them open. your dragon let out a little hiss, talking about how you weren’t paying attention to him. you simply shush his hissy fit with a chuckle, placing a kiss on his forehead. taking his hand, you tell him to withdraw his claws. an action he does with confusion before he let out a whimper when you guide his hand to his vent.

“b-but… i-i don’t think i can do it. i’m nervous!” he says in a panicked tone, turning his head to stare at you with cute pouty lips and wide eyes.

“yes, you can. i’ll guide you through it all, okay? it’ll feel good, promise darling” you say, peppering his face in kisses to soothe his worries. the dragon preens at that, his purrs getting louder as his tail whacks the mattress of your bed impatiently. once you get the hint that he was ready and he was okay with continuing, you guide his fingers to tease the edges of his vent. fingers rubbing the soft scales, making a spreading motion to ease the muscles there.

just some foreplay and he was already panting, legs twitching to close them. he was so cute.

“that’s it pretty, now keep your legs open for me” you continue to praise him through it all, your other hand leaving his leg to slip underneath his shirt. squeezing his chest, rubbing your thumb over his areola, you pinch at his nipple when it hardens, causing him to jolt in your embrace. whispering more praises of how he was doing so well, how he was your pretty boy, your beloved dragon, your hand guides his own to slip a finger inside his now loose vent.

“u-uunngh!! mmghh… mnngh… t-tight♡︎ too tight! w-won’t fit…♡︎!” he blabbers, throwing his head back on your shoulder as you slowly ease his finger deeper inside his vent. first, second knuckle until his middle finger was slipped deep inside the tight hole of his opening, legs shaking on the bed already like a fawn’s. there were already tears starting to form in his eyes, jaw slack open as heavy breaths fall. not a single thought behind his teary eyes. nothing but the pleasure your guidance and his fingers were bringing him.

“that’s it… that’s my pretty dragon, keep going” you coo out, pleased by how easily he broke under a simple pleasure of fingering his own vent. when he pathetically humps the air — finger still inside — you pull on his nipple to remind him how to do it. squealing at the amount of pleasure coming from both his nipples and vent, the dragon shakes his head, fat globs of tears already falling.

“c-can’t! can’t do it. [n-name] i need you♡︎♡︎ need your fingers so bad♡︎!“ he stutters, legs already shaking, about to close shut. too caught up in his own pleasure that he doesn’t even know what to do to properly pleasure himself even when you were here to guide him through it. clicking your tongue, you guide his hand to pull his finger out, something he couldn’t even perform without your help. he really was a goner with you.

“then, be a sweetheart and play with your tits for me, pretty. wanna see your cute breasts jiggle while i fuck you” you tell him, watching with endearment as he nods dumbly. hands coming up to push his shirt up, fingers twisting and pinching at his own hardened nipples. stuttered breaths fall from his lips when he could feel your thumb swipe at the slit of one of his cocks, jolting in place when you give his weeping cock a few pumps. the few visible veins in them were bulging, ready to pop and for him to squirt yet again if you just stop teasing him around!

but doing the same thing over and over again sounded boring to you. your sweet dragon deserved some treats for being such a good boy after all. he deserved some pampering.

“ah! gimme a second, darling” you snap your fingers, an idea forming in your head. he lets out a soft confused hum at that, hands still holding onto the soft mounds of his chest as he watches you move away to reach over to your bedside nightstand. opening the top drawer, he watches in curiosity as you bring out an odd small device that was connected to a small remote control by quite the lengthy wire. the color all cute pink, the toy small and nearly the size of a small hairclip but pretty girthy in width. were you… thinking on putting that inside him?

“it’s called a bullet vibrator. apparently, it’s supposed to add vibrations to any place of your choosing. and since i found out of your soft spot, i thought maybe we could try it out?” you explain to him, slowly unwrapping the long wire of the toy. it was quite lengthy. perfect to use it for his soft spot.

“only if you’re comfortable with it, dear. i wouldn’t want you to try anything you think you’re not ready for or feel comfortable with” you quickly say, ready to throw the toy away for another time when you feel the grip of his tail around your ankle. the soft smooth scales creating a soft, bristling sensation on your bare skin. if he could remember carefully, the most he took in his vent were two fingers. but it proved that his vent could be quite stretchy and take something more if given enough foreplay and gentle ministrations.

“i… i don’t think i would mind it. it sounds kind of fun, actually” he says after a moment of thinking on the matter, accepting the fact that yes, he can take it. he wanted to try these new feelings and challenges with you. everything would be right when with you.

“i would love to try this new toy” he finally comes to a conclusion, turning his head so he could place kisses on your neck and cheeks, purring in happiness when he could hear you chuckling. you should laugh more. the dragon loved the sound of your laughter — like soft bells chiming in the morning.

patting his thigh to tell him to open up his legs further, it was now your turn to plant kisses on his neck. you couldn’t exactly bite his shoulders as he still had his pajama shirt on, but you can take care of it tomorrow morning. so, you settle on peppering kisses on his neck, the faint scales that were around his artery, giving it a light suckle to which you got a breathy moan for. all the while you allow his vent to get used to the feeling of the toy, the material of it and its size, simply rubbing it over the soft outer scales.

“gonna push it in, okay pretty?” you whisper in his ear, to which he whimpered and nodded, one of his hands leaving his chest to intertwine his hand with yours. so cute. you can only hope he won’t crush your hand accidentally.

ever so softly, whispering praises to how good he was taking the toy into the shell of his ear, you take in the delicious noises he makes with a great amount of pride. the great and only dragon who could wipe out an entire nation off of the face of the earth, choosing you as his mate and bonding with you. having his faith in you that you would take good care of him and his pleasures. it was a heavy emotion and one that comes with responsibility to a certain degree and you would always be sure to handle the heart of his that he willingly gave you, with tenderness of a first snow.

“aaah mmggh—! uungh♡︎ it’s in! i-it’s aaaanhg♡︎♡︎ hummg♥︎ inside... it’s insiiiecckk—♡︎♥︎!!” your dragon squeals, hips thrusting back and forth into the air as he feels the soft round edge of the toy pressed against the soft spongy spot inside his vent. it felt foreign to have something other than your hand touch him there, perhaps even disrespectful since it was supposed to be the only soft spot that only you must have the privilege to know and touch! but for the sake of this new level of pleasure that you promised, he swallowed his hissy fits, instead replacing them with a whiny soft moan.

“i know, pretty. i know. deep breaths for me, pretty” you murmur, giving soft squeezes to his hand that was tightly holding your own. his tail starting to wrap around your ankle and up your calf further with the fluffy haired end wagging in the air playfully around your knees. you let him get used to the feeling of the toy first. gently rubbing it back and forth on his spongy spot, hearing the way his breathing picks up pace as he throws his head onto your shoulder.

“gonna turn it on now, pretty” you warn him, keeping a close eye on the way his expression shifts. if he shows the slightest bit of pain, uncomfortable feelings or signs of discomfort, you were going to ditch the idea. a moment of pleasure is not worth loosing your comfort over, after all. thankfully, he was reacting well to the new intrusion. only positive notes of his pleasured noises and star crossed eyes. you say it to him again, this time just a bit louder with a squeeze to his hand in case he was starting to lose himself. that seemed to snap him out of his trance. just enough to nod his head to you.

“o-okay… okayhhh i understaaaNGGHH!! [n-name]♥︎♥︎[namenamenamenam]—♥︎♥︎ h-haaangh mmhg s-shoo much♡︎ f-feelsh too much♡︎♥︎!!” just a single switch to the lowest level of the vibrator and he was already shrieking, sobbing and thrashing about on the bed. legs shutting around your hand instinctively, salty globs of tears falling as he goes slack jawed. his entire body shakes as he squirts into his stomach, but this time, he squirted from both of his cocks at the same time. the pretty pink tips weakly letting out a few more drops before he was fully hard on both cocks again.

all the while, you watched with an ever growing jubilation as your lover is reduced to this mess on your lap. legs shaking like a newborn fawn’s, cheeks and pointy ears a lovely shade of red as his jaw hangs slack open. every now and then, he would go quiet, arch his back off of you before a loud shriek would follow as the vibrator hits just right. you could see hearts in his eyes, completely docile as his pupils grow wide, so much so you could barely see the glow of his eye color.

so pathetically cute as he mewls your name in a slurred gibberish, repeating it over and over like a broken record. a broken recording that only had one word and is stuck in an eternal loop to say that recording. the most prettiest one. one that you wanted to be selfish and hear all day, everyday.

“u-uuuugckk! aaaanhg gyanh!! mrrrph— luv you♡︎ luvyouluvyouluvyous’much♥︎! luv yoouugh [n-naamee], luv you sho muchhh♡︎♡︎ f-fuUUNGK—♥︎♥︎” he trashes about on the bed, constant declaration of love falling from his lips, kicking his legs at the blanket as he sobs deliriously until he squirts yet again. his own cum splattering over to his chest, soiling his shirt and wetting his still hard pink nipples. you give one of them a pinch, delighted as he mewls in a hoarse voice. pinching and tugging on the cute nub, rubbing the still vibrating toy around his spongy spot, you watch in sheer adoration and obsession as he shoots blanks.

turning off the toy, you coax his legs open so you could move your hand and slip the toy out of his vent. when the girth of the toy slowly slips out of his abused now puffy vent, your dragon lets out a sob as his hips jolt violently. you could see his juices dripping out of his fluttering vent, wanting to finger it back inside him but knowing that it would push him way too far over his limits.

“shh shh, there there, pretty. i got you. you did so amazing” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his middle to pull him flush against yourself. wiping away his tears and drool, you places butterfly kisses over his face as you ground him back to his mind. he was far too gone and he hated having baths when he was way too lost in his subspace. if he isn’t responsive enough when bathing together, he will throw yet another hissy fit.

“mmmgh… tired…” you could hear him croak out after a long time of rocking him in your arms. he was slowly coming back which meant it was time for a bath. but until he fully regains his mind, it was better to cuddle him close as his tail has a mind of its own and has yet to let go of your ankle. at all.

smooch! maybe another kiss to his pink cheeks would help him ground himself faster.

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