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hpnerd18 · 21 days ago

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How would chubby bucky react to reader passing out during sex

Pairing: Chubby Baker Bucky x reader

Warnings: Smut, no minors, overstimulation, passing out on Bucky's big ole c*ck.

A/n: Written on my phone. Drabble length? Do not copy, translate or repost my drabbles. I love comments and reblogs.

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Bucky has you prone on the bed, the sheets twisted in your hands as you wailed his name into the pillow. His heavy, thick body driving yours deeper into the bed with each short frantic thrust. He can't get enough of your tight pussy, whispering in your ear how good you feel and how much he loves you.

Insurmountable pleasure clawing through your belly, you feel so good, so incredibly good that you have to scream, your hands curling tighter around the sheets. "Bucky, please, fuck don't stop, don't stop," you chant as your eyes scrunch shut. "Please don't."

He's so deep in you, his large cock splitting you in two.

He keeps hitting that rough, spongy patch inside you and it sends a jolt of pure pleasure through you with each stroke, god its like you’re being struck by lightning. You want to move away; you need a reprieve because you’re getting woozy, nearly drooling on your pillow as more sensations spark through you. Even as your pussy pulls him back in, clamping down around his thick length, you try to pull yourself away, mumbling, “too good, I can’t, can’t Bucky.”

“I know it’s good Peach, it’s good for me too, fuck you’re so tight, I just gotta-“ Bucky pushes more of his weight on top of you, pinning you down as he pounds into you, the dull wet sounds of skin slapping overtaking your muffled cries.

You can’t breathe, it’s too good, the way he’s ripping you apart. Leaving pleasure in his wake as he destroys your pussy, a deep thrust sends a needy mewl up your throat, the coil spiraling so tight it’s painful. You feel his sweat-slicked hand push under your belly and your eyes widen as you realize he’s moving towards your throbbing clit. God no, no no, you can’t take that, it’s too much, its-

“Fuck, ‘m close, cum for me, need you to cum first peach.” His fingers strum your swollen bundle of nerves and you shatter, seconds feel like hours, your entire body is on fire, your limbs locking up, your belly tensing, constricting as pure, unadulterated pleasure courses through you. You feel yourself gush around his cock, your walls pulsating erratically.

There’s a strange keening noise buzzing in your ears and you want to look around to see what’s making that sound. But your head feels too heavy. Oh, that’s me, you think, laughing softly as you collapse on the bed. Warm darkness cocoons you and you give in to it, relaxing as your body basks in a sweet euphoria.

“Peach?” Bucky pauses mid-stroke. His heart hammers in his chest as he gazes down at your limp body. Your walls fluttering around him, milking his cock even as he pulls out. He winces as he leaves your warm, tight heat. Oh shit. Oh shit. What did he do?

“Peach,” he says, his brows furrowing, he hovers over you, gently stroking the side of your face. “Are you okay? Talk to me, baby.”

For a second he thinks he’s killed you with his cock. Panic roiling in his chest as he tries to remember the steps for CPR. He knew he should have paid attention in that class. How’s he going to explain this, his worried thoughts muddled in his head while he gently shakes your shoulder. “C’mon Peach, please.”

Then you give him a drunken crooked smile with your eyes closed, your hand raising listlessly, weakly patting his chest. “M good,” you sigh, your words slurring together. “Don’t stop, ‘m ready Bucky.”

Bucky rears back, holding your hand to his warm chest, muttering a thank god to the ceiling. Cool relief shivers down his back and he flops down beside you, the bed dipping down. “Peach, you scared me, don’t do it again”

You brokenly chuckle, “you fucked me until my legs went numb, do it again.”

Your playful retort has him shaking his head. Bucky peppers kisses along your forehead, waiting as you slowly come out of your orgasmic haze. “There’s my girl,” he grins when you open your eyes.

Pushing yourself up on your elbows, you take a deep breath in, still feeling lightheaded as you try to move. You wiggle your hips a little, gasping as a slight tremor of pleasure bursts inside you. A deep ache drums in your cunt and you know you’re going to feel him all weekend. Matter of fact, you should probably make sure you feel him with every step you take.

Titling your head to the side, you bite your lip. “Hey Bucky,” you smirk, tapping his chest with your fingers. Bucky narrows his eyes at you, suspicion blooming in his stormy blue eyes. “You didn’t finish,” you say, glancing down at his cock.

“Peach...” His voice trails off as your hand slides down his soft, chubby belly to his hard cock. “We should wait, um fuck-“

You squeeze his throbbing shaft, his hips rutting into your hand. “Bucky, remember how you’re always telling me that if I suffocate you with my thighs when I’m sitting on your face, that’s your business.”

He grunts your name, his chest heaving as you twist your palm over his swollen red tip. “Well, Bucky if I pass out because you're fucking me that damn good, that’s my business.”

“Now are you going to treat me like the good girl I am or do I have to beg?” The clear challenge in your voice makes him chuckle.

“Oh, peach you know I always take care of you. “ Bucky lifts his head up, his eyes darkening with each slow blink. I’ll fuck you until you see stars if that’s what you want.”

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hpnerd18 · 27 days ago

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The Naga Experiment

Male!Naga x Fem!Reader

WC: 2k+

warnings: double peen, double penetration, breeding, experimentation on reader’s body

A/N: Patreon and Kofi supporters got to see this first! If you want access early and exclusive content, become a member of one ^^

Your body was sore, bruises littering your skin from every needle that had pierced it. What fluids had been injected into you? They didn’t ever say what was going into your blood system, only cooing and shushing you when you struggled.

It had been so long since you had seen the sun, sometimes you wondered if it was something you made up long ago.

Most of your life was spent in an underground facility. When you were a child, it was discovered that your body was nearly compatible with naga DNA, meaning all they needed to do was change your DNA just enough to keep the Naga from becoming extinct.

“Don’t cry, it’s almost over… you’re nearly complete.”

Tears ran down your cheeks as one of the scientists examined your body, turning your hips and pressing down against your belly. “You’ll be the perfect mate for our current specimen. He’ll be so happy to have a new playmate…”

You were too tired to question anything, you couldn’t even comprehend what they were saying due to the intense pain you were in.

It had been a few weeks since you last spoke. What was the point? They never never even listened to what you had to say. There was no reason to try…

After being lifted up into the arms of one of the scientists, you were taken into the bathroom to be properly cleaned. Your skin was scrubbed, bandages applied to any open wounds and your bruises covered with soothing creams.

Why were they being gentle all of a sudden? You didn’t understand…

You were dressed in some cotton clothing, something you could easily move in. Were they going to force you into more physical tests? Running was difficult with your exhausted body, you weren’t looking forward to this at all…

Soft sunlight filtered through the doorway of the next room, and you watched in awe as the scientists backed away from you.

“Subject 213, you may now leave this facility. Your new home is outdoors.”

You walked on trembling legs, your heart racing with both hope and anticipation. Was this real? Were the scientists truly going to let you leave?

The air was thick and humid, nothing like the cold and sterile environment you had gotten used to over the years.

It seemed you were in some sort of jungle. The earth under your feet was damp, and the trees were tall with long green leaves. The sound of frogs croaking and something scurrying through the canopy had you a bit nervous, but you were determined to get as far away from that building as possible.

With nothing but the clothes on your back, you began your trek through the thick brush. It had been so long since you felt the earth under your feet, you never wanted to even think about the cold tiles of that research facility again.

You found yourself sprinting, giggles escaping your lips as you twirled and jumped, your heart soaring. There were so many things you wanted to do now that you had escaped. The first thing on the list was having a good meal.

Everything you ate was flavorless, you could almost taste some savory meat or some sweet pastries on your tongue!

Before you could think any further, the sound of snapping twigs and something slithering about made you stop.

You tried to catch your breath as you turned in a full circle, your eyes searching through the thick brush. For a moment you thought you had just hallucinated the sound, but only moments later you heard another one from your left.

There was no guarantee whatever was watching you could understand what you were going to say, but you spoke up regardless.

A shiver went down your spine as you faced the bush. “W-who are you?”

The sound stopped, and for one blissful moment you assumed whatever had been making that noise had been scared off by your voice.

Unfortunately, you were wrong.

The limbs of the bush bent and snapped to make way for the creature hiding behind it. Your eyes widened as it made its way towards you.

Its upper half was that of a human male, its lean muscular frame seeming normal… until you looked down.

The lower half was that of a snake, with dark colored scales that shimmered in the sunlight. The creature slithered forward eagerly, blinking a few times.

“You… smell good.”

He grinned, his fangs poking out as he drew closer. His eyes sparkled as he leaned down, taking in your scent with a flick of his tongue.

You were too scared to move, your heart hammering against your chest as it let out an excited purr. Within seconds you found yourself trapped within its lower body, your face pressed against its torso.

“A mate? Have they finally brought me a mate?”

He rubbed his head against you, continuing those strange noises. “So small, but you smell just like a female of my species…”

“M-mate… huh?”

You thought back about your experiences there, the endurance tests, injections, and every single hardship you went through. Was that all just to make you a suitable mate for this… thing!?

“And you can breathe this air! You’re not even burning alive!”

“W… what are you talking about? Why would I not be able to-“

He tilted his head, his forked tongue flicking across your cheek. “This climate… the earthlings cannot withstand it. Our planet-“

Your head was already reeling. “I… am I not on earth?”

The creature laughed, beginning to slither with you in his grasp. “No, you’re not. That doesn’t matter though, you’re all mine now!”

Everything seemed hopeless. Not only were you being taken away to be the mate of some unknown creature, you weren’t even on earth to begin with. Was escape even possible when you didn’t know what planet you were on?

You decided it was probably best to go along with things, just like you would in the science lab.

He placed you down in a small den. It was warm and comfortable, with a bed of furs for you to lay on. “My little mate, you’ve come just in time you know? It’s breeding season, and there are barely any females left.”

The snake half of his body curled around you, squeezing gently before he pulled you close. “We are nagas, mate. I’ll teach you more once we’re a mated pair.”

“Mated pair?”

His fangs brushed against your neck as he continued to speak. “Yes, a mated pair. You’re at your most fertile right now, so we have to get you bred quickly…”

He undressed you slowly, tossing aside your shirt. The naga had never seen such large breasts before, and your nipples intrigued him.

“You’re plump and warm, that’s perfect. Our species adore things that are soft and give off heat.”

He pinched the perky buds, jolting forward with excitement when you let out a whimper. “Are these sensitive? How about if I do this?”

With a soft squeeze, he groped your breasts, giving your nipples lots of attention. The naga let out a coo when you squirmed against him, your panties growing wet.

You had been an experiment at that lab since you were a child, meaning you never got to experience sexual pleasure outside of the occasional stimuli from an examination.

This was all completely new to you, every touch and sensation had your body flushing with heat!

“That’s it, you’re such a sweet little mate. You’re going to carry my little ones well…”

His body pressed against yours, and he tilted her chin up so he could really look at your face. You weren’t sure why, but you felt drawn to him, as if your body was meant to be touched and played with by him.

That scent of his was driving you crazy. It wafted through the air, almost like a drug that made you desperate to be bred as soon as possible.

The scientists had made sure your body responded to him in this way to help the mating process.

When you leaned forward and pressed your lips against him, the naga found himself getting hard. He wasn’t expecting you to respond to his ministrations so eagerly, but he could tell you were aroused by the way your heart raced and your eyelids drooped.

“Mate… you want this, don’t you?”

His finger swirled around your pretty clit, flicking it softly before moving downwards towards your dripping hole. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you it.”

Your eyes widened when something slimy slipped between your thighs. The slit in his tail opened up, two fat, pink cocks slipping through. Both were twitching, precum already dripping from their large tips.

Pulling your thighs apart to get a better look, the naga smiled when he noticed your pussy had been modified to take both of his cocks at once. He pumped his fingers in and out for a moment, cooing as you moaned and bucked your hips into his hand.

“It seems you’re ready for me, mate.”

Everything felt so strange. His pheromones, his musk felt like they were making your brain feel fuzzy. You felt like a bitch in heat, your clit twitching at the sight of both of his cocks approaching your needy cunt.

You buried your neck into his neck, inhaling his scent as he nudged you with both of his members. His hands gripped your hips and squeezed, his tail still wrapped around you.

Without further warning, you felt the combined girth of his fat cocks stretching your poor cunt out to its limit. If you were a normal human virgin, you would have easily torn.

Luckily for you, this was exactly what the scientists had modified your body for. Despite being a bit uncomfortable with the stretch, you were still able to accommodate his large girth. Even as he bottomed out inside of you, your belly stretched and bulged, keeping you relatively content.

“Beautiful…” he murmured. One of his hands moved over your bulging belly, feeling his cock twitch under the skin and fat. “You’re taking me so well, I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

He moved slowly at first, his slitted pupils dilating. “So good… g-gods…”

The slight twitching of his cocks had you whimpering and shifting your hips towards him, you were already about to cum and he had just started.

Cum oozed from your pussy, only making it easier for him to fuck in and out of you. Your first ever orgasm felt like heaven, and it made your body melt into his like you wanted to become one with him.

He sped up now, your cum acting as lube. Each thrust made your pretty tits bounce in rhythm, and he could help but take one of your nipples into his mouth.

“F-faster!” you babbled out, pleasured tears falling down your cheeks. “Please, fuck… I need you!”

That’s all the naga needed to fear. His mate was begging for him, and it was enough to stir his primal instincts to breed you.

The naga pushed you against the wall, pounding into your cunt while you whimpered and cried. One of his cocks dragged against your walls, stretching you out, while the other hit your g-spot with each thrust.

He came inside of you, filling you to the brim with his seed. It made him beyond happy to see your fucked out face and hazy eyes, all happy and satisfied with your mate’s cum stuffed into your pussy.

“That’s it…” he cooed, kissing your cheeks as the two of you stayed locked together. “That’s my girl, just rest now.”

He laid down, his cock nestled comfortably inside of you as you began to drift off. Weirdly enough, you felt more safe with this inhuman creature than you ever had before, and got the best sleep of your life.

The naga stroked your cheek, watching over his precious little mate while you slept peacefully. Maybe a life with him would be better than you thought.

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hpnerd18 · 28 days ago

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LOVE AND DEEPSPACE — HE COMES HOME EARLY

ZAYNE

You don’t hear the front door open. Not over the sound of Zayne’s voice looping softly in your ear, pulled from the dozen voice messages you’ve been clinging to for the past two days. The ones where he told you goodnight, where he reminded you to eat, where he whispered he’d be home soon — even though “soon” was supposed to be tomorrow.

You’re curled on his side of the bed, swallowed up by his oversized hoodie, knees tucked into your chest. His cologne still lingers faintly in the fabric, and you’ve been pretending that it’s him. That he’s right here, lying behind you, maybe with an arm thrown around your waist like he used to before work started pulling him away more and more often.

You missed him so much it hurt. But you didn’t want to distract him. You didn’t want to make it harder for him to focus, to do what he needed to do. So you bottled it up. Quietly. You told him you were okay. You told him you were proud.

You didn’t tell him that at night, his absence pressed down like a weight on your chest. That you started playing his voice messages just to fall asleep.

Which is why you don’t notice when he steps into the doorway.

He’s silent, always has been — sharp and composed, the type to carry tension in his shoulders and lock emotions behind a fortress of calm. He wasn’t supposed to be back yet, but he couldn’t shake the feeling all day that something was missing. Something more than the usual tug in his chest. So he wrapped up the meeting early, caught the earlier flight. Didn’t tell you.

Now he’s standing there, staring at the shape of you curled in his bed. His hoodie half-falling off one shoulder. Hair a mess. Lips parted in sleep.

And in your ears: his voice.

He doesn’t speak. Not right away. Just watches you for a long moment as his expression shifts — just barely, but enough. His brow softens. His jaw relaxes. You’d never see it, not unless you were looking.

But you stir.

A sleepy blink. A little inhale as you stretch, confused, because the lights are different, the air is warmer — and then you see him.

You sit up like you’ve been caught in the act. Yanking the earbuds out, panic flashing across your face.

“Zayne?! I — I thought—” You fumble to untangle yourself from the blanket. “You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow—”

He says nothing. Just crosses the room in a few steady steps. You brace for a lecture. A cold stare. But instead, he kneels in front of you and presses a hand to your cheek, thumb brushing the skin beneath your eye.

“You weren’t sleeping well,” he murmurs. “Were you?”

You shake your head slowly. You can’t lie to him. Not like this. Especially not when he’s looking at you like you’re something fragile, something precious.

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you whisper.

His eyes flick to the phone still lying beside you. The screen dimmed but not dark — paused on a message of him saying, “Just one more day, and I’ll be home.”

He takes a breath. Something soft, almost inaudible.

“You can always bother me,” he says.

It’s not something he says often. Not the type to reassure with words. But this — this moment— it carves something new into him. A guilt, maybe, but also a vow.

He leans in and rests his forehead against yours.

“Next time,” he adds, voice lower now, “tell me.”

You nod. The lump in your throat makes it hard to speak.

He climbs into bed beside you, pulling you into him with uncharacteristic ease, like he’s scared you’ll disappear if he doesn’t. And when you fall asleep again — this time with his real heartbeat under your cheek — you don’t need the voice messages anymore.

Because he’s here.

And he’s not leaving.

Not for a while.

XAVIER

You must’ve fallen asleep somewhere between the sixth and seventh voice message.

Xavier’s voice had been the only thing holding you together this week — clipped and careful through the static of bad reception, but still him. Still warm. Still trying, even in the middle of the chaos he never talks about in too much detail.

He’d left four days ago for the mission. He was supposed to be gone for five. You’d counted every hour, every awkwardly recorded “Hey, just checking in” or “Did you eat today?” like they were pieces of him you could tuck into your chest.

You hadn’t expected him to come back early.

You definitely hadn’t expected him to come back to this.

To find you curled up on his bed— his hoodie engulfing you, sleeves dangling past your fingertips, legs tangled in the sheets he hadn’t even had a chance to sleep in since he left. Earbuds in. Playing his voice, over and over.

You don’t hear the door creak open. You don’t hear the soft sound of his duffel hitting the floor. You don’t see the way he freezes in the doorway.

“…Oh,” he breathes, very softly.

Xavier stands there like he’s trying to solve a very delicate math problem.

His ears turn red before anything else. Classic. His brain starts short-circuiting almost immediately, evident in the way he rubs the back of his neck and mouths something that looks like “What do I do?” to no one in particular.

Then his face does this thing — this softening. His lips part slightly like he’s about to say your name, but he doesn’t. He just walks to the edge of the bed, slow and careful like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he moves too fast.

And he just looks at you.

His hoodie nearly swallows you whole. You’re hugging his pillow like it’s the only thing keeping you safe. He can hear his own voice, faintly, from the half-displaced earbuds:

“…I miss you too. Just hang in there, alright? I’ll be back before you know it…”

He exhales, shaky. Like all the air just escaped his lungs and took his heart with it.

You stir slightly, probably sensing him there even half-asleep. A soft mumble escapes your lips — his name, barely audible.

Your eyes blink open.

And then widen.

“Xavier?” You sit up too fast, heart leaping. “What—? You weren’t—? I thought you—tomorrow—”

You start yanking the earbuds out like they’re evidence of a crime, cheeks burning. “I wasn’t— I didn’t mean to—”

“No, wait, wait — don’t—” Xavier flails a little, hands awkwardly half-raised. “Don’t stop. It’s okay. I just — uh.”

You look at him, eyes searching his face, confusion and embarrassment all over yours. He swallows hard.

“I came back early. I missed you. A lot. Like —kind of a stupid amount. And I just…”

He gestures vaguely to the scene in front of him. You. His hoodie. The voice messages. You.

“…I didn’t know you missed me this much,” he says softly, eyes dipping.

You bury your face in your hands. “I didn’t want to distract you. You were out there doing important stuff.”

Xavier sits beside you on the bed, not quite touching, not yet, but close enough that you feel the warmth of him. “Hey. You’re important stuff too, you know.”

You peek at him through your fingers.

He laughs under his breath — awkward and boyish and so Xavier it hurts.

“Also,” he adds, rubbing the back of his neck again, “you look ridiculously good in my clothes, and now I’m never gonna be normal about it again.”

You groan, flopping back into the pillows.

He finally reaches for you then — carefully pulling you into a hug like he’s still not sure if he’s allowed. You melt into him, and he lets out a breath like he’s finally, finally home.

“I’m really glad you were playing my voice,” he mumbles against your hair. “I always worry I’m bad at those. I rehearse them, like, three times before I hit send.”

You laugh into his chest. “They were perfect.”

He hugs you tighter.

And that night, you fall asleep for real — no earbuds, no messages.

Just him.

RAFAYEL

You didn’t mean to fall asleep like this.

Not in his hoodie, not in his bed, not with his voice still playing quietly in your ears like it’s the only lullaby that works anymore.

You were just going to rest for a minute.

Just one more message. Just one more “Goodnight, my love,” and then maybe the ache in your chest would let you sleep.

Just for a little while.

You didn’t know he was coming home early.

Didn’t know Rafayel would walk through the door of the apartment while dusk still painted the windows lavender and gold, his suitcase barely in his hand, his heart pounding louder than the key turning in the lock.

He doesn’t call out. He’s quiet by nature, graceful like his presence is a secret only you are meant to know. He drops his bags in the hallway and moves through the place like a breath — like a man chasing something he already misses.

And then he sees you.

His hoodie hangs loose on you, far too big, the sleeves pulled over your hands. Your face is turned into his pillow, soft in sleep, lashes fluttering against your cheek. And in your ears, still barely audible:

“I know I say it too often, but I really do miss you. I can’t wait to be home, sweetheart.”

Rafayel stops in the doorway, and something in him just… breaks a little.

Softly. Quietly. Like the way a heart swells too fast in the chest and turns every breath into something fragile.

He steps closer, cautiously, as if afraid he’ll wake you. Or worse — afraid he won’t.

He kneels beside the bed, eyes drinking you in, his fingertips brushing the edge of the fabric where your hand curls into his hoodie.

And his voice — when he speaks, it’s almost reverent.

“…You wore my clothes,” he whispers.

You stir, just barely.

His breath catches.

Your eyes flutter open, dazed, and when you see him — when you realize — your whole body jolts like you’re waking from a dream you hadn’t expected to end.

“Rafayel?” you whisper, sitting up fast, tugging the earbuds out. “You’re home—? You weren’t— You said tomorrow—”

“I know,” he says gently, his hand already reaching to steady you. “I finished early. I… needed to come home.”

Your eyes flick down, embarrassed. “I wasn’t trying to be clingy. I just — I missed you. A lot. But I didn’t want to bother you while you were working…”

He exhales. And then he laughs, softly. But there’s no amusement in it — it’s tender. Almost broken.

“Silly girl,” he murmurs, touching his forehead to yours, “you could never be a bother.”

You feel his hands cradle your face, gentle and trembling, like he’s scared he’s not real. Like you might not be.

“I don’t think you understand what you do to me,” he says, and there’s a crack in his voice now. “Hearing my voice in your ears while you slept — you don’t even know how much that means to me. How much I missed you. I thought about you every single night. I replayed your messages too. I needed your voice just to fall asleep.”

Your throat tightens. You reach up and take his hand, holding it against your cheek.

“I didn’t think you’d want to come home to something like this,” you say softly. “Me. In your hoodie. Needing you too much.”

His gaze sharpens, then softens like melting snow.

“This,” he says, “is exactly what I wanted to come home to.”

And then he kisses you — slow and warm and deep, like he’s trying to say everything he couldn’t over a thousand voicemails. Like he’s trying to put the word home back into your mouth.

That night, you fall asleep in his arms, the real thing.

No earbuds. No replays.

Just the rise and fall of his chest.

Just the sound of him whispering “I’m here now. I’ve got you.”

And this time, you believe it.

SYLUS

The door clicks shut behind him with practiced ease.

Sylus steps inside like a man who knows exactly where he belongs.

The trip was supposed to run one more day, but the meetings wrapped early, and the first thing he did — before even grabbing dinner — was book the soonest transport home. He could’ve waited. Should’ve, maybe. But there was a pull in his chest he couldn’t ignore.

That quiet longing that always hums louder when he’s away from you.

He drops his keys into the bowl by the door, toes off his shoes without making a sound, and moves through the apartment like a shadow, soft and sure. Everything feels familiar but different — like the space missed him back.

And then he reaches the bedroom.

You don’t hear him come in. You’re fast asleep, curled under the comforter on his side of the bed. You’re wearing his favorite long-sleeved shirt, the one that swallows you whole and hangs off one shoulder just enough to make his chest ache.

And in your ears — faint, but unmistakable —his voice.

“…I’ll be back before you know it, kitten. Just a couple more days. You’ve got this, alright?”

Sylus’s brows lift just slightly. His lips twitch into a small smile. That calm, sure expression he always wears — like nothing surprises him, but everything matters.

He walks over and crouches by the edge of the bed, one elbow propped on the mattress, hand cradling his chin as he watches you.

You’re breathing softly, lashes casting delicate shadows on your cheeks, your body curled up like you were trying to make yourself smaller without him here. The faint trace of your favorite lotion lingers in the air — but beneath it, unmistakably, is his cologne. Faint. Faded. From the hoodie you stole out of his suitcase the day he left.

Sylus feels something flutter deep in his chest. Not guilt. Not pain.

Just love. That deep, steady kind that fills every quiet space between heartbeats.

“…You missed me that much, huh?” he murmurs with a smile, brushing your hair away from your face.

You stir slowly, a soft little noise escaping your lips as your eyes blink open.

You see him.

And panic flickers across your face. “Wait —Sylus?! I thought — You were supposed to—”

“Tomorrow,” he finishes for you, voice warm. “I know. Got back early.”

You sit up fast, yanking the earbuds out, fumbling for words.

“I wasn’t — I mean, I didn’t want to bother you— You had work—”

He leans forward and kisses your forehead before you can ramble further.

“You think I wouldn’t want to come home to this?” he says, resting his forehead against yours. “You. In my clothes. Listening to my voice just to feel close.”

You open your mouth to apologize again, but he stops you with a gentle finger against your lips.

“Don’t,” he says. “You don’t have to downplay how much you love me.”

You blink. That steady heat rises in your chest. He always says things like that — so smooth, so sure — but never in a way that feels cocky. Always like it’s a truth he’s offering you to keep safe.

“I missed you too, you know,” he adds, brushing your cheek with his thumb. “I had a whole playlist of your old voice notes I’ve been looping when I couldn’t sleep.”

Your eyes widen. “You did?”

He grins. “What, you think you’re the only one who gets soft when we’re apart?”

You let out a breathy laugh, curling into him as he finally climbs into bed. His arms are strong and warm, and they wrap around you like they’ve been missing this exact shape. He pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“You can always need me,” he whispers into your ear. “That’s not a distraction, sweetie. That’s home.”

And as you settle into his chest, the earbuds forgotten, you realize it’s true.

You don’t need recordings anymore.

Not when the real thing is here, heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.

Not when Sylus is home — calm, confident, and all yours.

CALEB

Falling asleep here was like second nature to you now.

In Caleb’s bed.

In his hoodie — faded, too big, heavy with the faint, familiar scent of him.

His voice whispering in your ears through the looped voice messages he left you over the past few days. His calm, low tone had been the only thing keeping the ache at bay, even if every word made you miss him more.

“Pipsqueak, I know this is hard. Believe me, I hate being away from you too. But we’ll get through this, like we always do. Just a few more days.”

You hadn’t planned on crying that night. But you did, curled up on his side of the bed with your fists balled into the sleeves of his hoodie. You hadn’t told him how badly you missed him. You didn’t want to pull his focus. He had an entire unit relying on him — he didn’t need one more person leaning on his shoulders.

You didn’t know he was coming home early.

Caleb’s boots are silent on the hardwood when he steps inside the apartment. He doesn’t call your name. Doesn’t flick on the light. He knows where everything is — even in the dark, even tired from the flight and the drive home. He knows his way to you like instinct.

He’s been gone five days. Not his longest mission, but long enough that the ache never left his chest. Long enough that the quiet in every room made him feel too far from something vital.

When he reaches the bedroom, he pauses.

And stares.

You’re asleep. Soft, curled into his pillow, wrapped in the hoodie he forgot he left behind. One of the sleeves is pulled up to your nose. Your face is relaxed in sleep, but your earbuds are still in, faint sounds escaping — his voice.

“Hey. I know you probably won’t play these more than once, but I just… I need you to know I love you, okay? You’re everything I think about at the end of every day. Stay safe. Sleep warm. I’ll be home soon.”

His heart clenches.

Caleb crosses to you like something fragile might break if he moves too fast. When he crouches beside the bed, he sees the slight crease between your brows. You hadn’t been sleeping well, not really. Not without him. Not for days.

He should’ve known. Should’ve checked harder. Asked more.

A wave of guilt crashes into him, thick and silent. This wasn’t just his life anymore. It wasn’t just about what duty demanded.

His hand finds yours, fingers brushing the edge of the hoodie sleeve.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers, voice rough. “God, Pips. I hate that I have to leave you like this.”

You shift slightly, the sound of his real voice blending with the recorded one, and your eyes flutter open — slowly, groggily, like you’re unsure if this is just another dream.

“...Caleb?” you murmur.

He nods, already sliding onto the bed, pulling you carefully into his arms. “I’m here. Came back early.”

Your arms wind around him on instinct, clinging like you’re scared he’ll disappear again. “You weren’t supposed to—”

“I know.” He exhales shakily, pressing his forehead to yours. “But I couldn’t stand being away another night. Not when I knew you were… like this.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” you whisper, the shame slipping in. “You had enough on your plate.”

His jaw tightens. Then relaxes as he cups your cheek.

“You’re never too much. You’re never a burden. You’re home. You’re the only part of this job that makes coming back worth it.” He swallows hard. “I hate that I keep having to go. I hate what it’s doing to you.”

You shake your head, eyes shining. “I knew what I was signing up for. I just… miss you. A lot.”

“I miss you too. Every damn second.”

You rest your forehead against his chest, breathing him in, finally real. Finally here.

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, holding you like a promise. Like an apology he’ll spend the rest of his life making up for.

“I’ll do better,” he whispers. “I don’t know how yet. But I will. You deserve better than voice messages and empty beds.”

You don’t ask him to explain. You just nod. Because he’s here. And for tonight, that’s enough.

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Are there ever times Malyshka is in the mood for some retail therapy and actually encourages Bucky to go wild with the black card?

Bucky knows you're not always comfortable letting him spoil you. But he knows one place you can't resist. thats the newindie bookstore downtown. He'll buy out the entire place if you want.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader

WC: 1.8K

CW: Bucky being a menace, flirting, teasing, kissing and a hint of upcoming smut. Minors DNI.

A/N: Written on my phone and unbetad. Also we're going to ignore that this is a week late.

You rarely agree to let your mobster spoil you the way he wants. So when you do get in the mood to indulge him and let him buy out every shop on Fifth Avenue, Bucky takes full advantage of the opportunity.

Sometimes you get the urge to spend his money, let yourself enjoy everything he has to offer.

Other times, he has to bribe you.

“I have enough clothes Bucky. I can only wear so much jewelry,” you sigh like you’re aggrieved by this conversation. He knows you too well to fall for your act. “I don’t need anything else.”

Oh, you don’t? We’ll see Malyshka.

Bucky runs his thumb across his bottom lip, a hint of wicked amusement flashing across his face. “So you’re not interested in checking out the new bookstore that opened up on broadway?”

You freeze. Eyes flickering in his direction the second the word bookstore rolls of his tongue. Oh. He knew that would get your attention.

“If you want, I could close the place down. Let you shop in peace. Pick out as many books as you want for as long as you want,” He offers, his casual tone in a stark dichotomy with the excited gleam in his eyes, lips curve into a smirk and he leans forward, elbow on his knee, chin resting on his palm. Watching with you inch closer and closer to his trap like a lion patiently waiting for a gazelle. “If you want me too.”

This man. This sweet, insufferable, incorrigible man. You look up, searching the ceiling like it has a good excuse for you to turn down this offer. It doesn’t. And you don’t. So you spent an hour arguing with him over the way he showers you with gifts and yeah, you just demanded that he stop spending so much. But the prospect of unlimited books is enticing.

And he knows your weaknesses. Bucky doesn’t play fair.

His teeth are at your neck. And you’re so close to giving in that he can taste it. “You can tell me about your favorites while I carry them for you.”

You can see it. Clear as day. Your six foot something mobster in his signature black suit, sleeves rolled up past tattooed forearms, carrying your books as he follows you around the quiet bookstore, listening to you ramble on about your most anticipated series. The mere thought is like a shot of vanilla whiskey straight in your veins, warm and heady, making your heart race. Your resistance falls and crumbles the more you picture the two of you surrounded by books.

And when you meet his eyes, he knows he has you. He’s going to spoil you one way or the other.

The bookstore is a converted music store. Some of the old art work is still displayed on the walls. The framed album covers emphasize the laid-back aesthetic. Large windows covered in quotes block most of the summer sun, leaving the warm overhead lights to cast a dim warm glow over the rows of packed shelves. The unmistakable smell of books drifts through the air. Oversized plush chairs paired with small tables are scattered throughout the space. The only other people in here are a couple of employees sitting at the checkout desk.

He’s a few steps behind you. Looking even better than you fantasized. Jacket discarded on a table near the entrance. Books piled on one arm, his tattooed biceps bulging under the growing weight. One book turned into two turned into the towering stack he’s carting around.

At first, you thought he was only asking about your books to be polite. But the longer you talk, the more interested he becomes and the more you realize he genuinely cares.

He wants to know everything. Why you picked out that particular book? I love this author. Why you’re reading this series. This was recommended to me and the first book ended on cliffhanger. I’ve been dying to know what happens next. Why you prefer this genre over that one? I guess I love reading about love.

That gave him pause, and he stores that little detail away for later.

He decides he’s going to get copies of every book you picked out and read them. Bucky has this constant need to know more about you and he’ll take every opportunity to gain insight into the things you like.

“What’s your most anticipated read this year?”

“Too many to name Bucky,” you laugh.

“I got time Malyshka.” His free curving under your chin so he could gaze into yours. “Tell me about them.”

He means it. You’ve been in here for hours now and he’s never checked his watch or pulled out his phone. Never get even a hit of being bored.

He’s too busy paying attention to the books you linger on, figuring out your preferences, noticing the way your eyes light up when you spot a special edition. He’s too busy watching you to think about anything else. He’s too busy falling more in love with you.

The more comfortable you get, the bolder your choices are. His brows quirk here and there when you start selecting your more salacious choices.

No.

The teasing is gradual, feels natural, almost as if the two of you have always done this, like this is your hundredth time browsing this bookstore and not the first. His questions are both hilarious and endearing.

Why do you need to read a mafia romance when you have me? So you can read about billionaires, but I can’t spend money on you. I see how it is, Malyshka. You read a lot of smutty things, don’t you? I’m noticing a kinky little pattern here. Want to tell me about it?

Well.

Later. You hissed that, eyes covertly searching the space even though it’s just the two of you on the second floor. He only grinned. You have no idea that you’ve already told him more about your fantasies than you realize.

He lets that go for now. Bucky plans on questioning you again. In private. With a lot less clothes on.

His gaze lifts and he drags it down your frame and back up, an unreadable expression in his deep blues. You shrug, lips slipping between to hide a chagrined smile. Heat fanning across your face.

You stop in front of a particular series, already anticipating his response. It’s difficult not give yourself away, willing your lips not to move. His brows raise slowly as you pull the alien romance off the shelf. The cover is, well, it’s something, it couldnt be mistaken for anything other than a smutty alien romance. Choices were made. It’s not like you’re going to read this in public.

You stare at him staring down at it and you place it on the stack.

“Malyshka is there something you want to tell me?” He takes a step closer. “Anything I should know—” His tongue sweeps across his bottom lip. “—about this particular fantasy?”

“No. I only got that because—,” you start when he takes another languid, deliberate glance over the cover. “Wait. Let me explain. And besides you’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover.” You do but that's not the point.

“Oh I need to hear this,” he laughs, peering down at you. “And for the record, I’m judging you and this book.”

You could pick the wildest book in the place and he wouldn't judge. Tease yes. Of course, he's obligated as your man to do so.

“You know what. Forget it,” you sniff, letting your face drop, arms folding across your chest and you turn away. If you know him as well as you think you, you have two seconds before you feel his body heat on your back. "Maybe you don't deserve to know how the alien mating ritual."

If anyone else said that you would have been offended, Bucky would have been offended.

But there’s something about the way he says it with the right balance of endearing amusement and playfulness that the thought never crosses your mind. You lean into your instincts and decide to play his game.

Not even a second later, he immediately follows you with a murmured please tell me kissed softly below your ear.

You do. Although the explanation for the book isn’t any better than the cover when you get to the vibrating 'additions' the aliens possess.

Bucky teases you throughout. All lighthearted. Never demeaning. Done in a way that leaves no room for embarrassment, not when he has you laughing in the middle of the monster romance section.

You love how comfortable he makes you feel, how it easy it is with him. You can share these parts of you and know that while he may play and tease and question, but he’s never going to make you feel bad for whatever you read. And he’s intrigued. Even if he won’t admit it aloud.

“So let me get this straight. This alien spur thing happens to fit right next on her cli—” he cuts off with a chuckle when you elbow him right in his middle of his firm six-pack.

“Yes. It does. And before you ask, she enjoys every second of it.”

“You don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

By the time you get to the end of the aisle, the conversation tapers off when you get distracted by a set of books with sprayed edges. It takes a minute to find the first in the series, you pick it up and flip it open to the first page, the book heavy in your hands.

The first paragraph is all you need to make up your mind. When you turn to add it to your pile, you find Bucky gazing at you with this indescribably tender expression in his eyes.

“What?”Your mouth goes dry and every inch of you becomes aware of how close he is. But not close enough.

Bucky doesn’t answer, instead, he takes the book from your grasp and sets everything down on one of the tables.

His footsteps are quiet on the carpet. He keeps going until you’re backed into the shelves. His hands cup your face. “No idea.”

The words barely leave his lips before they’re on yours. The kiss starts off sweet and slow. You breathe him in, hands gripping his waist. His tongue slips between your lips and the taste of you awakens him. His lips meld to yours. The kiss becomes more. Possessive and deep. Needy. You feel his groan and it makes you shiver. One hand slips down to your ass, and he pulls you closer. He can’t get enough. He wants more. Needs more. God, you make him greedy. Bucky’s going to take everything and give you even more.

He breaks away, his lips hovering above yours, forehead pressed to yours. His cologne lingers on you, warm and fresh. “This looks good on you.”

It takes a second for your brain to catch up, still stuck on the way your lips ache from his touch. “What does?

“Being spoiled and happy. It looks so fucking good on you Malyshka. Makes you even more stunning. You have no idea,” he murmurs softly, chaining kisses down your throat, your pulse pounding under his touch. “No idea that I’d know I’d do anything to keep you looking like this.”

He steps away, leaving you breathless and needy, holding the shelves of the fantasy section for support. Runs a hand through his hair, adjusts his erection and picks up your books. Debates kissing you again. Decides to wait until your in the car, he knew he got the windows tinted for a reason.

Grins at your flustered expression and winks.

“This is just the start.”

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Tentacle Trouble PART 1

Pairing: Tentacle monster x human f!reader

Summary: you decide to explore a cave that is surrounded by stories of a tentacle beast. You find exactly that, get pounded in all holes and bred.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, dub-con, dark monster smut, explicit tentacle smut, p in three holes, HEA. Don’t like, don’t read.

Find the series here.

The dimly lit cave echoed with the roar of the ocean.

You ventured deeper, drawn by the stories of the creature that dwelled within its depths.

You were determined to uncover the truth.

You didn’t expect to find a monster. These were baby tales.

But your were wrong. So very wrong.

The presence lurked and watched you and before you could escape, thick, slick tentacles trapped you. Your clothes were ripped and tossed away, slimy tentacles roaming your body, their weight keeping you a captive. You found yourself being lifted, suspended in the air while wriggling appendages wrapped around your wrists and ankles, keeping your limbs wide apart.

The creature emerged from the shadows, its body a huge round mass of tentacles, each one glistening with a strange slickness. A huge head, and at its core were three glowing eyes, deep blue, like the ocean sea. They seemed to reach into your soul.

“Holy shit!” You gasped, unable to believe your eyes. “I’m so fucking dead.”

A husky voice filled your mind, you realized it came from the monster. “No one shall hurt you, little human. You are here now, your life is mine, your little holes are mine,” it drawled. “I will mate and love you endlessly.”

“Fuck you, you perverted—”

“What a filthy mouth.” A sharp slap against your ass made you gasp in surprise. “Quiet, noisy human.”

You shrieked and moaned as he repeatedly slapped your ass, pausing a little to caress your sore bum before delivering more smacks. No matter how much you wiggled and screamed, you couldn’t be set free. The slimes moved on to slap you pussy, finding it delightfully slick and plump.

You thrashed at each blow, the slaps were light but awakened a strange pleasure inside you.

You hated your treacherous body.

The monster didn’t seem pleased with your thrashing so he pushed one thick tentacle into your parted mouth. It plunged down your throat, stretching your lips and causing you to gag. Moist suckling noises resounded as it fucked your throat, thrusting back and forth until you no longer fought the creature back.

Gluck… gluck… gluck… gluck.

The cave echoed with your lewd slurping sounds as you were forced to swallow the sweet nectarine liquid dripping from his tentacle. Each drop aroused you, invading your system and intoxicating it with desire. In seconds, you were soft and pliant, more than eager to let him have his way with you.

“That’s more like it,” you heard his voice in your mind. “Beautiful human. My little mate.”

“What—hmm,” you gulped down more liquid, “is it?”

The monster’s voice rumbled through you. “That, my little one, is my elixir. It shall make you immortal and prepare your body for me. It is an elixir that only I, the master of these depths, can produce.”

You struggled to speak, a shiver running down your spine. Immortal elixir? It terrified and intrigued you. You looked into the creature’s eyes, asking for answers.

“Only my mate is deserving of my elixir. Now hush, do not fear.”

More tentacles came out of his body, of various shapes and lengths. They travelled over your flesh, leaving trails of slickness wherever they touched. It made your shiver. One tentacle slithered up your inner thigh, brushing around your pussy before slipping inside your depths. Shivers of pleasure ran through you as it fucked you while another slithery appendage rubbed your clit round and round.

Two more tentacles snaked over your ass, pulling your cheeks apart to expose your pouting rosebud. You squirmed and cried out around the tentacle fucking your mouth when the pulsating appendages slipped past the tight entrance of your asshole. The fit was tight but the tentacles were incredibly slick. Slowly, oh so slowly, they filled you up, inch by inch, until they were buried deep in your guts.

“Mnn…mnhaa!" You breathed through your nose at the way you felt, all holes filled.

When the tentacles started to thrust, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. The tentacles were all over and yet, you felt no pain, just blinding pleasure. You willingly surrendered to the feral ravishmest. The cave filled with the symphony of your high-pitched cries and the furious plap-plap of tentacles filling your body.

The creature’s rhythm grew faster, the tentacles working in perfect harmony.

By now, you had two tentacles buried in your cunt and three more crawling up your ass. The one fucking your throat hadn’t receded and kept feeding you its delectable elixir.

The insistent fucking brought you to a shattering climax. Your body tensed and you cried out around the thrusting appendage in your lips as waves and waves of pleasure crashed over you.

The creature didn’t stop its pounding.

Your voice continued to echo through the cavern. The slimes in your ass pistoned fast and hard but the ones in your pussy stopped and pressed against the entrance to your womb. You tensed, the pressure causing you to wince. You felt a soft pop, followed by the heavy weight of eggs. One by one you felt them as they were deposited deep inside you.

“Ugh .. ungh—" you whimpered and came hard, the walls of your cunt contracting around the ovipositor. Your whole body spasmed as the creature bred you and made you its mate.

It felt like hours later when the slimes exited your holes. The intensity subsided, but your belly was bulging with his brood. The creature gently lowered you to the ground, its tentacles wrapping protectively around you. You lay there, spent and satisfied, your mind reeling from the unbelievable experience.

The creature’s glowing eyes regarded you with a strange, almost tender curiosity. “You did well, my mate. Took six of my eggs on the first try. I am proud of you. Sleep now, little one. I will take care of you. Forever.”

And you did, your eyes shutting as you let go in his embrace. You had found what you needed, a new world of pleasure and otherworldly love.

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A 2 male tiger and f!reader threesom. Anytime if you want. I can wait.

Den of Surrender PART 1

Pairing: 2 (were)tigers x female reader Summary: You find shelter in a cave and become the center of attention for two male tiger monsters. Warnings: nsfw, fated mates, 2 on 1, heavy oral, fingering and retracting claws, blissful orgasms, they worship reader, lots of 💦.

Anon thanks for your request. I hope you like this! If you want a part 2 please let me know!

To all my friends here, I know I am very behind on requests. I’m so sorry! My inbox is full of delicious ideas, but the past months have been hazy and difficult. I have work, family issues, and Patreon taking up my time, but I promise I will catch up and post more requests. My progress might be slow but stay with me. 🥺🩷 Love and hugs to all my moonlust friends. Enjoy the oneshot! The attention is heavy and delicious on the reader. Filled with attention, steamy oral and orgasms.

The cave was warm, the air thick with the scent of heat and deep musk. You felt strange being there. You’d trekked for so long and that was the only sanctuary you’d found. The rain was feral outside. You had no choice but to venture deeper and hope for the best. Firelight from the wall torches flickered across the stone, casting shifting shadows until two huge figures lurked in the dark.

You backed up a step, breath caught in your throat.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going, little mate?” one of them drawled.

And then you saw them. They resembled nothing human. Tall and big. Walking slowly and predatorily.

“Wh— who are you?”

The other figure chuckled. “The correct question is ‘what are we?’. I’m Raikhar.”

You gulped as he left the shadows and appeared. He was tall, broad, his stripes deep and jagged. Eyes like twin amber suns stared at you. He stood on two legs like a human, but you knew he was anything but.He was lethal. Tiger. A weretiger. His fur was thick, rougher around the neck like a mane, claws extending from his paws.

Then the other form approached, and you gasped.

“I am Vael, little one,” he said, his voice throaty as he revealed himself. He was just as big, all sinewy muscle wrapped in black-and-orange fur and those emerald green eyes? They spoke of want and hunger. His tail flicked menacingly, pearly fangs protruding from his mouth.

The two of them closed in on you, but you had nowhere to go. No place to escape. But your heart wasn’t afraid. Then Raikhar was there, erasing your thoughts. He crouched low, golden eyes fixed on you while Vael circled behind, their bodies of muscle and heat surrounding you.

A shiver ran through you when Vael purred over your ear, and damn, his breath was hot and smelled like spice and smoke, making your nether regions quiver. His claws trailed lightly along your sides, thankfully not enough to cut your clothes or harm you.

“You came here for a reason. You were fated to find us. And you are already aroused.”

You shook your head strongly. “No. I’m not—”

Words failed you when Raikhar curled in, his chest to your chest, his massive paw cupping your jaw, tender and careful despite the claws. “Don’t fear. Don’t run. You were made for us.”

“We can’t fit,” you mumbled, even if your whole body was electrified by them. What was this insane attraction? You wanted them but it was not possible. You and them. Preposterous. Mad. Impossible. Right?

“Yes, we can. And we will prove it.”

And then they were on you.

Raikhar’s tongue slipped out, parting your half-οpen lips and claiming your mouth. You gasped. It was wet, hοt, commanding and claiming. Vael pressed in from behind, his chest to your back, his teeth grazing your neck. Their bodies caged you in, heat and fur, raw male power overwhelming until your knees buckled.

Paws—god, their rough paws gripped under your knees, lifting you like you weighed nothing and settling you between them. Suspended in the air, with only their bodies keeping you steady. Somehow, you felt no fear… just security and yearning.

Your attention shifted when Raikhar’s claws tοre your shirt and bra, slicing them open, his wet tοngue licking one pert nipple. You whimpered when his huge hands cupped your tits, feeling them up as his tοngue tasted your other nipple. He gave bοth mοunds his full attention, lubricating them with his saliva. It looked so hοt.

Vael was busy too. He slipped dοwn your pants and thοng in one move, οpening your legs wide and pοsitioning you to sit wide open for them. His fingers dipped between your fοlds, and with a surprised whine you noticed that he had retracted his claws and was playing with your pυssy. Blunt paws that were calloused but tender, flicking with no shame. Rubbing your fοlds and toying with your clit, wet squelches echoing in your ears.

“Feel her, Raikhar,” Vael grunted. “Our mate is so soft and wet for us.”

Your head fell back on Vael’s shoulder as his hand palmed your breast, rough and firm, while the other spread your fοlds wider for Raikhar.

“So fucking wet for your mates already,” Raikhar growled, his clawless fingers working your cυnt, slick dripping down your thighs as your hips jerked in their grip. “You feel that, little one? That needy little pυssy is begging to be lοved. Played with. Suckled and kissed.”

Vael purred his agreement. “Feels good, hm? Being worshiped by your mates? But that’s just the beginning. Do you want more, mate?”

You licked your lips, your pυssy on fire. “Feels so damn good. Hmm… more. Yes. Please.”

You cried out when Raikhar slipped a thick finger inside, stretching your walls and curling it just right, his hairy paw grinding against your clit. The friction was perfect and so damn loud. Squelch, squelch, it echoed, your legs trembling as he forced you to feel everything. Your walls clenched, fluttering wildly, and your breath came in ragged gasps, chest heaving.

“You feel that, little one?” Vael snarled from behind, grinding what you guessed was a very hot and huge shaft against your butt crack. “Your body knows. Your cunt knows.”

They kept your legs curled and open, stars dancing behind your eyes when Vael added his finger inside you, both monster digits driving inside you, faster, harder, wet sounds and growls driving you over the edge. You came hard and sobbed when they pushed you on your stomach on the stone floor, taking turns licking up your juices. They held your asscheeks οpen, all of you expοsed as their tοngues dipped down, lapping up your arοusal like it was nectar they’d been starved for.

You screamed. Pushed. Tried to get away.

But they kept you there. Head down, ass up as they devοured you, slurping messily, panting hotly against your fοlds. You writhed, trapped, helpless, every nerve begging and aching. You οrgasmed two more times while they whispered filth into the air, praising and feasting on you.

Screams of bliss echοed through the cave as pleasure surged thrοugh you like a gοddamn tidal wave, pυssy clenching around nothing, belly quivering, body boneless and yet, they didn’t fυcking stop. Vael licked you through your climax, savοring your taste with deep, wet slurps, while Raikhar kissed the slick trickling down your thighs.

“Please…” you panted, tears of ecstasy brimming in your eyes.

“Again,” Vael whispered against your pussy lips.

“We’re not done, little mate,” Railhar assured you. “We’re just beginning.”

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Patreon commission for KnottyWitch

Request: Werewolf x chubby reader with portals, free use, knotting, rut????

Depraved approach

Werewolf x chubby fem!reader || sex toy, sex portal, free use (kinda), breeding, knotting, feral sex/rut, overstimulation, squirting, (very light) dirty talk

You can hear the howls of your werewolf neighbor as the moon starts to rise.

You don’t know much about werewolves, but you know enough to know he must be entering his rut. A part of you wants to be the one helping him, you want it more than anything, because you’ve been crushing on him since the day he knocked on your door with a fresh batch of cookies and a wolfish smile (pun intended) that made your panties wet.

Since then, your crush has only gotten increasingly intense, to the point where you might even say that you were already a bit in love with him. That’s why you left a bag with a little present on his door this evening... A fleshlight.

An enchanted fleshlight.

Having a witch for a best friend has its perks, like getting her to enchant a fleshlight to make a pussy-portal, or at least that’s what she called it. It was supposed to be a sex toy for him to use… and hopefully you’d feel it while he did. The sex toy is to be felt by the receiver only if both parties had a mutual attraction, and you’re hoping you do.

Is it a very weird way to approach your crush? Yes.

Is it depraved? Absolutely.

Did you feel bad about it? Not at all.

If things went as you expected, in about an hour, you’ll have a werewolf dick pounding into your pussy, and if you’re extra lucky, you’d get his knot. Your knees are already shaky thinking about it. You get yourself ready, sipping a nice wine as you munch on your dinner, putting on soft music, just chilling around in your house.

But you shouldn’t have.

Because the second you feel something at the entrance of your pussy, you’re completely lost. He drives in with one hard thrust, his dick hitting so deep, so fast that you’re already about to lose it. You make your way to your room on unsteady legs and trembling knees as he keeps fucking into you. You try to reduce your moaning to a minimum as you get to your room, more than sure that he can hear you from downstairs.

By the time you’re on your bed and pulling your clothes off, your pussy is so wet your panties are ruined. He’s fucking you relentlessly, and you can barely move enough to get the rest of your underwear off before you feel the first telltale sign of a knot expanding at the entrance of your pussy.

You don’t think. You don’t process it. You can only scream his name at the top of your lungs as the fat knot presses against your G-spot and your fingers find your clit, rubbing furiously as you come around him. You hear the second he realizes the portal goes both ways, howling to the moon as you feel the first shot of his come hitting your cervix. Fuck, fuck, fuck… You knew that was going to happen, but the feeling of his come filling you up only sends you higher, shaking on the mattress as your orgasm rocks your body and your eyes roll back into your head.

You hear a howl louder than the rest, and your pussy squeezes against the knot inside of you once again as more juices come gushing out of you. Just like last time, you hear a roar at the same time as you scream, another orgasm hitting you completely by surprise. Maybe you pass out for a second, or two, or maybe for a couple of minutes, because when you come back to your senses, someone is pounding on your door and you aren’t sure you can get your legs to work to go see who it is.

“I know you’re home! Open this door so I can stuff your pretty cunt next and stop playing with a toy!” His voice is way too loud, there’s no way the rest of your neighbors didn’t hear what he just said, but fuck if you care.

“It’s open!” You cry back, your pussy squeezing around his knot once again.

But this time, you open your eyes in time to see him in front of you, the pink fleshlight held tight against his dick, still buried deep inside. He twists it around a little, and you let out an undignified cry of pleasure when the top of his knot presses against your G-spot. G

“You do not leave your door open again,” he growls.

The sound only makes your pussy squeeze again, he grunts, approaching you on the bed, his eyes blown wide and his fangs exposed. You shiver, rolling your hips to get more friction. He stops your movements with his claws on your hips, a threat, but one you aren’t going to listen to. You do it again and he moans, his teeth bared and his dick sending a new shot of come into your pussy. It’s starting to drip down, and he realizes the second it does.

He looks at your pussy, completely focused on his come dripping down. “Why are you dripping with come?”

“The fleshlight… Fuck. It’s enchanted. Good goddess… The fleslight... It’s a portal,” you struggle to say.

“Are you saying my come is IN YOU right now?” His tone gets higher at the end, and you nod, feeling too hot and bothered to form more words.

He clearly doesn’t care about your struggles, because next thing you know he’s pushing two fingers inside of you. The combination of his knot and his fingers is enough to send your body into another orgasm from the stretch.

But it doesn’t end there- he’s a werewolf in rut and you’re nothing but his toy right now. He starts finger fucking you as you continue to feel shot after shot of his come hitting deep inside. The feeling of his knot still buried in the fleshlight is pressing against your G-spot when he decides to press right there with his fingers as well.

You’d never felt anything like it, your whole body shakes with the force of it, and something inside of you breaks.

You lose consciousness of your body, of your mouth, of everything that’s not that point in your pussy and the way you’re gushing around his fingers, the way you’re… peeing? Fuck. You’re squirting all over him.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Your orgasm feels infinite as he keeps rutting against the toy and his fingers keep playing with your G-spot as if he’s playing a shooter game on his computer and pressing the left mouse button over and over. He does this until you’re crying and the pleasure is blinding. Even through the blinding pleasure, you’re still coming.

The bliss causes you to pass out again, which should have been expected by then.

You come back to him licking the tears away, and you can’t feel his knot inside of you anymore, but his fingers are still buried deep inside of you, making you moan. The sound alerts him of you being back in the land of the living, and he’s soon kissing your forehead.

“I couldn’t let my seed drip down,” he explains as if it’s the most logical thing, and you have no energy to argue. Apparently your body still has enough energy to clench around his fingers, though. “You like that? You like being stuffed full of come?” You shiver and he takes that as the ‘yes’ you were intending for it to be. His body moves over you on the mattress, and before you can process it, his dick is pressing against your opening: “Are you ready to feel it for real?”

He doesn’t wait for your response before he’s pushing his cock inside in one long and drawn out thrust. The feeling of him sliding into you causes your eyes to roll back while you moan and greedily push your hips up to get more of him.

You have to admit, your depraved ideas certainly have their perks sometimes.

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can you write an imagine where the orc chieftain takes notice of fem!reader after they raided a village and he starts courting her in ways she's not familiar so she's just ignoring him. he got annoyed with being ignored, so one night, he got so drunk and ended up at her place, he saw her, just finished taking a shower, towel wrapped on her body, he started mumbling how annoyed he is and she just stares at him. then in the middle of it, throws up and ended up sleeping at her couch. she let him, but gets uneasy knowing the chieftain is just outside her room. she approaches her in the middle of the night and starts touching his form. he wakes up, grabs her hand and kisses her. then he confesses his feeling and he ended up railing her so hard she wakes up with bruised cervix. plsss help a girl out

you smell like mine

orc x female reader nsfw

They raided your village three weeks ago.

The orcs didn’t kill. Just stormed through, took supplies, territory, control. Your home was spared, your life untouched — but everything was different now. Especially him.

The chieftain.

Eight feet of brute muscle and warpaint, tusks gleaming, eyes like stormclouds—who, for some gods-forsaken reason, had decided you were the one he wanted.

At first, you thought it was a joke. Then came the “gifts”: bones carved into jewelry, dried meats smoked and left on your doorstep, pelts so soft they made your bed feel royal. Every time you stepped outside, you’d catch him watching. Silent. Expectant.

You ignored him. How could you not? He was an orc. A chieftain. You didn’t even understand his idea of courtship.

Apparently, neither did he.

Because tonight, he showed up at your home—drunk off his ass.

You’d just finished showering when the knock came. Wrapped in a towel, still damp, you opened the door to find him swaying in the moonlight, pupils blown, chest heaving.

“Why—” he slurred, towering over you, “do you keep ignoring me?”

You blinked. “…Chief?”

He stepped inside uninvited, muttering in a deep rumble, “I brought you meat. Furs. I didn’t take a single mate this season. Do you know how many offers I refused? And still. Nothing.”

You stared, speechless, clutching your towel tighter.

“I even cut down the human who touched your wrist at the market,” he mumbled, stumbling toward your couch. “Didn’t even bleed right. Disgusting little thing. Smelled like fish.”

He stopped.

Swallowed.

And promptly threw up on your floor.

You gasped, half-horrified, half-frozen. The chieftain, war-hardened, respected, feared—vomiting on your rug like a wounded animal.

“Sorry,” he slurred, before collapsing face-first onto your couch and passing the fuck out.

You just stood there.

Towel. Orc. Vomit.

What the hell.

You cleaned up after him. Cursing. Blushing. Checking that he wasn’t dead. He snored like a wild beast, huge body stretched across your sofa, so big his legs hung off the side.

You should’ve been furious.

But instead?

You couldn’t sleep.

Not with him just outside your room. Not with his scent lingering in your space — warm earth and smoke and wild musk. Not with how small you’d felt next to him when he’d stood in your doorway, drunk and frustrated and aching.

And worse—now you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

So you got up.

Midnight air brushed your skin as you padded out of your room, heart pounding. He was still there, sprawled out, half-covered in a pelt he’d probably brought you himself.

You crept closer.

You didn’t know why you reached out. Maybe to wake him. Maybe to reassure yourself he was real.

But your hand brushed the edge of his chest—warm, scarred muscle—and he stirred.

And then, suddenly, he was awake.

Eyes open.

Hand snapping around your wrist in a grip so firm it stole your breath.

You gasped. “I—I didn’t mean—”

He didn’t growl. Didn’t snarl.

Instead, he kissed your palm.

Rough lips, reverent touch. His eyes burned into yours.

“I can’t take it anymore,” he rasped. “The waiting. The ignoring. You look at me like I’m a beast and never a man.”

You couldn’t answer. Didn’t have the air.

“I dream of you. I starve for you,” he whispered. “Let me show you how orcs love.”

You whispered, “Will you show me, truly?”

“I will.”

That’s all it took.

He lifted you, carried you to your bed like your never mattered. And to him? It didn’t. His mouth devoured yours—hungry and desperate. His hands left fire on your skin, trailing down your sides, tugging your towel loose until you were bare beneath him.

“Tell me to stop,” he breathed, voice hoarse. “Tell me now.”

You pulled him in closer.

He growled like a man unleashed.

What followed wasn’t gentle.

Split you wide open on his cock, made you feel every inch—his hands gripping your hips, his teeth nipping your shoulder, fucking you through the mattress with the force of someone who’d waited too long to have you.

Your legs trembled. Your back arched. Your vision blurred with every thrust. Tear clogggin your vision as his fat fucking cock split you open every time he moved.

He whispered praise between curses—“mine, so soft, perfect, my mate, mine”—and each word made your cunt clench tighter around him until he snapped, knot swelling, hips jerking.

You’d never felt full like this.

Not until he had you pinned beneath him, thick arms caging you in, his hips grinding forward in slow, brutal thrusts that felt like they reached your soul. His cock dragged deep—too deep—stretching you wide, kissing your cervix every time his knot slapped against your dripping folds.

Your nails dug into his back, barely anchoring yourself.

“You take me too well,” he growled into your neck, voice ragged, drunk on your scent. “Like your body was made to be filled by me. Only me.”

He gripped your thighs, pushed your knees higher, spreading you open so he could rut deeper, harder, relentless now—flesh slapping, the bed creaking, headboard knocking the wall like a drumbeat to your moans.

And gods, the sound of it—the squelch of your soaked cunt every time he bottomed out, the primal snarls he let loose when your pussy clenched around him—it had you right there, again, legs shaking uncontrollably.

“I can feel it,” he groaned, sweat dripping onto your chest. “You’re close. Gonna come for me again?”

You nodded, tears in your eyes. “C-Can’t—”

“Yes, you can.” He leaned down, fangs brushing your throat. “Give it to me.”

He slammed into you once, twice—angle perfect, pressure blinding—and then he rolled his hips with a growl, grinding his cock deep against your g-spot.

You shattered.

Your mouth fell open on a silent cry, your back arched—and then you squirted, gushing around him, the sheets drenched instantly, thighs trembling with the force of it. His eyes widened, then darkened, and he growled like a beast unchained.

“My good girl.”

He didn’t stop. Not when you squirmed, not when you gasped from overstimulation. He held you there, fucked you through it—groaning as your release soaked him, as your cunt fluttered wildly around his cock like it never wanted to let go.

Thick and sudden, locking you in place as he groaned your name into your throat and emptied himself inside you, filling you so deep your belly ached.

You collapsed beneath him, boneless. Wrecked. Wet.

He didn’t let go.

“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “And I’m never letting you be dry again.”

When you woke the next morning?

Bruised.

Sore.

Your cervix complaining.

And beside you, his arm slung over your waist, holding you in place like his life depended on it.

Because to him?

You were already claimed.

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I NEED more demon

breed her before the court

demon x female reader nsfw

They brought you to the altar in chains—nude, glowing in the torchlight, your figure on display for every twisted creature watching from the shadows.

The High Demon stood before you, seven feet of muscle, horns, and hunger. His cock hung thick and hard between his legs—already slick with your spit from earlier. Your thighs still trembled from how he’d spanked you raw and made you thank him for it.

Now, he wanted more.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, voice echoing through the stone chamber.

You obeyed, crawling up onto the obsidian slab, ass raised, tits hanging, eyes watery from arousal and humiliation.

The crowd growled, hissed, moaned. Watching. Waiting.

The demon stepped behind you. One clawed hand spanked your ass—slap!—making your body jolt and wobble. The other hand spread your folds, revealing the soaked, needy mess between your legs.

“Look at her,” he growled to the court. “Dripping like a bitch in heat. You want to be filled in front of them, don’t you?”

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, voice shaking. “Please—breed me—”

He slammed inside you.

Shlck.

You mewled, back arching, breasts bouncing from the force of his thrust. His cock was massive—stretching you open, bullying your insides.

The crowd roared. People were cheering, laughing, even getting off to the public display of your body and the fucking.

He grabbed your hips and began to fuck you in brutal, deep strokes, slamming against your cervix like he wanted to ruin it.

“This body is mine. This womb? Mine. These tits?” He reached down and slapped one hard—Smack! watching it bounce. “All mine.”

You were sobbing now, overwhelmed, stretched to your limit—but your pussy kept clenching, sucking, soaking his cock.

But then you had felt something else.

A slick, inky shadow slithered beneath you. Cold, smooth, curious.

Before you could speak, the tentacle pushed at your other hole—tight, untouched, forbidden.

“N-No—please—I can’t—” you sobbed.

“Yes you can,” the demon growled. “You’ll take both. You’ll take everything.”

The tentacle pushed in, stretching your ass around its girth, until you were completely filled. Both holes stuffed. The stretch was maddening. You moaned, tears slipping down your cheeks.

The court watched, silent and breathless as you were double-fucked—the demon's cock pounding into your pussy, the tentacle writhing in your ass, your body bouncing on the altar like a toy.

Squish. Slap. Schlk.

“Cry for me,” he growled. “Let them hear how ruined you are.”

And you did.

You wailed—tears streaming, voice hoarse—“Daddy please! I’m too full—I’m gonna break—!”

“Then break,” he snarled. “Break and take every drop.”

And then he came.

His cock pulsed deep inside, pumping ropes of molten-hot cum into your womb. The tentacle tightened, mimicking the rhythm, filling your ass with something just as slick and hot.

You collapsed, twitching, body overflowing.

The cum spilled down your thighs, dripping onto the altar as you sobbed in pleasure, your belly swollen, every hole leaking.

The demon leaned close, licking a tear from your cheek.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “We’ll do it again at moonrise. And that time I’ll fill you with my firstborn.”

And the shadows cheered.

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concept: begging him to slow down or take it easy and instead he just says “you’re okay, you’re okay” and fucks me harder

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King of Sin

Synopsis: when it comes to you, they truly embody the sin that they are the avatar of.

Content: obey me brothers x fem!reader, semi public sex (Lucifer), oral (male and female receiving), Somnophilia (Belphie), fingering, slight choking (Satan), bit of a dom!reader (Asmo), shower sex (Beel), rough sex, pet names, i'm sorry if I forgot anything else

Lucifer

Befitting his title of the Avatar of Pride, Lucifer takes your pleasure seriously and relishes in the fact that nobody knows your body better than he does. He knows where you’re most sensitive and how to make you squirm. Most importantly, he takes pride in the fact that he can make you become putty with his fingertips.

This was torture. Lucifer knew it but that didn’t deter him from continuing his punishment with the straightest face as he talks with another RAD student. You on the other hand sat under the desk on your knees, out of sight, with his cock in your mouth.

His length twitches as your tongue traces up and down his shaft before the warmth of your mouth envelopes the sensitive head. Your jaw strains to accommodate his size, the masculine smell of him filling your nose. Tears prickle against your eyelashes as your hands rest on his thighs to take him deeper down your throat. You stifle a whimper, trying not to make too much noise so that the other student in the room wouldn’t become aware of such filthy actions going on with the student council vice president.

“Yes of course and what’s the earliest you could return those papers?” Lucifer asks in his usual calm tone. Under the table, his hands weave through your hair. He pulls you down making you gag on his length. You try to stifle your whimper, focusing on relaxing your throat to take him at the pace he set.

You shift uncomfortably, feeling your skin flush hot as you rub your legs together. To make matters worse, Lucifer pressed the sole of his polished dress shoes against your clothed pussy. Your breath hitched, and you can’t help the low whine that you prayed went unheard.

Lucifer pressed his shoe harder, intentionally rubbing against your needy clit. Your hips bucked, and you shamelessly ground against him in search of your release. When would the student leave?! You don’t know how much longer you could remain quiet, and you desperately wanted for you boyfriend to hurry up and fuck you.

Lucifer, though he didn’t show it, was amused by your antsyness. He intentionally dragged the conversation out, just to continue torturing you. But his own patience was wearing thin, and he knew he’d cum soon from the feeling of your mouth around him.

“Very well and can you make sure to run that by Lord Diavolo? Thank you. That will be all then.”

Once the door closed and the both of you were alone, Lucifer removed you from his cock leaving a string a saliva and pre cum. He yanked you to your feet and bent you over the desk, pushing a few of his papers to the floor including the documents that had just been dropped off.

“Such a naughty little thing aren’t you?” Lucifer asks, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear. He flicks up your skirt to pull down your panties which were soaked with your slick. He collects your essence on his fingers before bringing them to his mouth to taste. “Tell me, did you get aroused by what was supposed to be a punishment? It wasn’t meant to be enjoyable.”

“L-Lucifer please,” you whimper, fingers curling around the edge of the desk. “Been good for you. Need your cock.”

Lucifer scoffs, an amused smile tugging at his lips. He aligns his cock at your slick entrance, gripping your ass as he eases himself in. He bites his lip to stifle his groan. “Hell,” the demon swears. “I’m ashamed to admit that I don’t think I will last long. You feel like heaven and sin.”

“F-fuck me Lucifer,” you moan out as he presses himself deeper. Lucifer leans over your back, grabbing your chin to pull you into a heated kiss. His hips snap against yours, setting a relentless pace that makes the desk shake. He hisses as your walls convulse around him. Your knees go weak but you feel so deliciously full as Lucifer fucks into you.

“Only you can make me lose my composure like this, y/n.” Lucifer pants. “You should be proud knowing that you have such a powerful demon under your control. Tell me what it is you wish and it shall be my command.”

Mammon

When it comes to you, the Avatar of Greed is greedy in a number of ways. Primarily, he wants you all day every day. Doesn’t matter how. He can never get enough of you, and you often use that fact to your advantage.

“Eyes on me treasure," Mammon instructs. He spreads your legs open around his waist, wedging one finger into your cunt. Then a second is added, scissoring you slowly so that you feel the stretch of his fingers against your gummy walls. You whimper at the penetration. Your hips involuntarily buck against his hand, searching for more relief. Mammon chuckles. "So greedy, aren’t you? You're just sucking my fingers in."

His thumb circles your clit, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You clench around his fingers, body arching off the bed. “Fuck. Mammon please stop teasing me.”

The demon grins. “Whatever you wish, treasure.” With one hand on your hip for leverage, Mammon slowly pulls his fingers out of the warmth of your pussy before fucking them back in hard and deep.

Mammon holds you down by your thighs, keeping you from squirming and pulling away from his touch. His mouth captures yours roughly, swallowing down your moans. He bites down on your lower lip, kissing you with equal urgency and desperation.

His fingers press against your innermost walls making more sinful cries leave your lips, which sound heavenly to Mammon's ears. The squelching sound of your wetness each time he moves his fingers sent heat shooting through his body straight to his cock.

“Fucking hell. Just listen how wet you are for me. You're literally dripping. Don't worry. I'll reward your pretty pussy here soon. Just gotta make sure you're nice and ready for my cock."

Mammon presses right where he knows you to be the most sensitive and you’re coming undone at his touch. Your body bucks, eyes rolling back. Your abdomen tightens as waves of pressure course through your body like electricity leaving your legs trembling. A loud cry leaves your lips, and Mammon swears under his breath. You’re gushing all over his hand. The erotic sight has his cock straining against his pants, and fuck, he wish he had recorded that so he could use to jack off to later.

Licking his fingers clean, Mammon groans in delight at your taste. He wanted, no needed, to taste you more.

"Mammon, please," your soft whimpers pull him back to reality. "Wan' to feel you inside of me." Red dusts Mammon's cheeks before his signature grin spreads across his face.

"If my dear treasure is so needy, how could I possibly refuse." Finally releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers, Mammon could almost sigh in relief. His stiff erection oozes pre from the tip and twitches in his hand as he aligns himself at your entrance.

“Fuck treasure.” Mammon pushes your legs to your chest. You both moan as he eases his cock in. “You’re so damn addicting. I haven’t had my fill of your sweet pussy yet. So indulge my greediness for a bit.”

Leviathan

The third born is very needy, but at the same time, extremely shy about vocalizing his needs. It’s embarrassing, okay! Levi doesn’t like it when others have your attention, especially if it’s one of his brothers. If it were up to him, he’d keep you all to himself.

“S-sorry, but I just needed you so bad,” Leviathan apologizes by kissing your lips, making the quietest of whimpers leave your lips. “Please don’t leave me. Be good for you-“

“I’m not going anywhere, Levi,” you assure. “Okay?”

“Okay,” he exhales shakily.

Levi kisses you again, this time with more urgency. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him close as you lay back down into the bed. Levi trails kisses down the side of your neck, leaving love bites in their wake. His wandering hands tug at your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You let out a squeak when he bites down on your sensitive nipple. As Levi pressed against you, you could feel his arousal pressing against his pants.

You wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your hips up against his crotch. Levi let out a strangled groan. He presses his face into the crook of your neck to try to muffle the sounds as he ruts back against you.

“Hell. I need to cum so bad. Y/n~please.” Letting out a giggle, you help unbuckle his belt and loosen his trousers that he kicks away. You cup your hand over the bulge in his boxers, giving it a squeeze, grinning at Levi’s reaction. His body shudders, eyes scrunching shut. “Please. Don’t tease me.”

You give his cock a few languid strokes to get him fully hard. He twitched in your hand as you rub your thumb over the sensitive tip, precum beginning to leak out.

"A-ah...f-feels good..." Levi groans. Resting on his elbows, he presses his sweaty forehead against yours. It takes all his strength not to cum right there on the spot. He hikes your leg up around his waist and aligns his cock at your dripping entrance.

Leviathan slowly thrusts in, your wetness causing little resistance. You both groan at the feeling of him stretching you out. Your hips buck upwards, searching for more.

"L-Levi, t-there," you plea.

Levi groaned and picked up the pace. He couldn't get enough of the way you felt around him. The way your gummy walls would convulse with each snap of his hips. Your high pitched and needy moans for him and him alone nearly drove him over the edge.

Leviathan bites against your neck, pressing his cock as deep as he could, claiming every inch of you. “I’m envious of the other guys that hog all you attention,” he muttered. “Only look at me. You’re mine and mine only.”

Satan

Satan also detests when others take too much of your time, especially if it’s his brothers, namely Lucifer. However, rather than beg for attention, Satan punishes you for being a distraction in the first place. His anger sometimes results in a rougher sentence

“Keep quiet,” Satan commands, a sharp edge to his tone. “You wouldn’t want someone to walk in now, would you?”

With tears brimming your lashes, you quickly shake your head no and try to steady your breathing, bite back your moans. You and Satan were in the library. It was after hours, but there was still the possibility someone could walk in to the mortifying sight of Satan sitting on the couch, you on his lap, your underwear pulled down to your ankles and you sitting on his cock.

“Good,” the avatar of wrath said. “Now, tell me the answer to number five.”

You shakily hold up the workbook, trying to figure out the math problem for your homework. But you could hardly focus as your boyfriend shifted you on his lap, intentionally pressing you deeper. “I-it’s B. 43,” you eventually stammer out.

“Good,” Satan approves. “What about the next one?”

“It’s-“ your breath hitches as you feel his fluttering touch on your pussy. The pads of his fingers trace your clit in slow tantalizing circles that make your toes curl. You roll your hips, which Satan promptly stops with his other hand. There was a soft squeeze on your throat in warning.

“Don’t misbehave. Only good students get rewards. Now, tell me the answer.” Satan pinches your clit. You shakily exhale and say the answer. “Good, the next one.”

You were going to lose it. This was torture and you couldn’t tell if Satan was truly getting a kick out of your suffering or not. He wore an indifferent look while waiting for you to answer. But he was so hard. You were stretched full sitting on his engorged cock, the tip of his length rubbing against your walls with each subtle shift. Feeling him wasn’t enough though. You wanted-needed-him to move. However, Satan either had immense self control or was too prideful to break his composure.

“What’s the answer?” He asked again, rather impatiently.

“Tanie~” you whine. “I c-can’t-dunno. Please.” You try again to move your hips to be stopped again. A hand clamps around your throat.

“You’re pushing my patience. I’m not going to reward bad behavior. If you want my cock, then you will have to be good and work for it. I have no problem with leaving you here horny all night. However long it takes to finish your assignment. Now, finish the problem and I may be generous enough to let you take a break.”

You will yourself to focus. After a few excruciating seconds that felt like minutes, you tell Satan the answer, garnering a nod of approval.

“Now, was that so hard?” He taunts. Satan takes the workbook from you and throws it on the nearby table. Before you could gather your bearings, he pulls your legs to your chest. You gasp out as his cock hits deeper than before followed by subsequently rougher and faster thrusts that have you seeing stars.

“W-wait Tanie, fuck! I’m gonna cum,” you cry, keening against him, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. His veiny cock drags across your gummy walls, claiming every inch of you, until he’s cumming thick ropes of white.

Satan holds you close. His chest rises and falls in steady pants. “Let this be a reminder who you belong to. Next time, my wrath may not be so easily quelled.”

Asmodeus

As the avatar of lust, Asmodeus is no stranger in the bedroom. He’s adventurous and kinky. He likes to experiment and change things up from time to time, so you never know what experience you will get, only that it will end with you cumming.

"Come on," Asmodeus coos. “You can be a little rougher you know.” A flush of pink coats his cheeks as you pull on the choker around his throat. But paired with his cheesy grin, you knew he was enjoying whatever pain you inflicted. Not to mention his growing erection you felt from sitting on his lap.

“This isn’t supposed to be enjoyable, Asmo,” you try your best to sound stern.

“Awe but anything I do with you is enjoyable. No matter what it is.” He lets out a strangled moan when you tug the leash again, pulling him closer to you. His hands settle on your hips. Goosebumps prickle across your skin when he runs his fingers up and down your sides over your thighs and to your breast, mapping the shape of your curves and the feel of you. When he gets too handy, touching too close to your already dripping cunt, you yanked the collar to get him to stop.

“Bad, Asmo,” you chide. He whined, more so from frustration than annoyance. “If you want to touch me, then you have to make yourself cum first.”

“But it feels so much better when I cum with you,” Asmo protests. You knew it was just a bratty act, so you reiterated your demands, making him sigh playfully. “Fine. If I must.”

You sit back to watch Asmodeus release his dick from the lingerie he wore. His pretty cock was red at the tip, already weeping beads of pre cum. Cheeks flushed, Asmo begins moving his hand up and down the base of his shaft. His equally pretty moans fill the room, sending electricity through your core.

“Ah fuck feels good,” Asmo whimpers. His own hand didn’t nearly compare to yours but knowing that your watchful, hungry eyes, drunk in his every movement, fueled him to move his hand faster. To push himself over the edge. “Fuck. Fuck Fuck. I’m close. Ahh Y/n am I doing good? Being so good just for you.”

Tears prickled along his eyelashes. His abdomen constricted. The pressure of his release nearly boiled over.

“Stop.”

That singular word felt like ice all over him. Asmo’s hand stopped moving on its own, and he nearly cried in protest until you climbed on to his lap, pushing him back against the bed, and sank down on to his cock. You both moaned out as your pussy stretched around him.

“Ahh feels so good,” Asmodeus moans. “You know I can’t hide my most lustful desires around you. Our bodies fit so perfectly together. Don’t you think?”

Beelzebub

Beel's favorite thing to do (besides the obvious eating) is to eat you out. He often doesn't realize how over stimulated he leaves you until you're practically begging for him to stop. As he is the most fit out of all his brothers, his stamina is unmatched, and you best prepare yourself to go several rounds.

Beelzebub pins you up against the shower wall with ease. One of your legs wrap around his broad shoulder, the other held up by his rough palm to give him easy access to pussy. Muttering a low, "thank you for the meal," Beel attaches his mouth to your cunt, beginning to suck and eat you as if it were the last thing he'd get to taste.

"S-shit Beel, slow down!" Your head lulls back against the wall. The room fogs from the steam produced from the shower, and the intense heat of the water intensifies the tension between the two of you. You hips involuntarily buck up, but Beelzebub’s strong hold keeps you pinned and at his mercy.

“Can’t-“He’s messy, slurping at your folds trying not to waste a drop of your precious essence. “Taste too good-“ Beel mumbles, gripping your thighs tighter. As his tongue moves in and out of your folds at a rough pace, he buries his face deeper in between your legs, letting out a low groan. It’s almost as if he’s drunk. Your taste is so addicting he can’t thing of anything else but drinking you down.

“F-fuck Beel cuming,” you cry out. Your hands tangle themselves in Beelzebub’s hair, pulling the strands as you ground against his face. A throaty growl resounds from the back of his throat.

“H-hurts but so good.” Beel could feel the blood and heat racing toward his cock. He’s hard and he knows it, all just from tasting you. His balls ached for release, and his cock stiffened against his abdomen streaking beads of pearling pre cum across his skin.

Beel’s rougher, sucking on your sensitive clit and greedily tasting your sweet, addictive release. You feel your head spin as the overwhelming pleasure overloads your senses. Tears brim your lashes. Your back arches up, pressing yourself firmly against his face as you tug on his hair, making him groan. His cock twitches.

"Fuck, Beel, I'm close!" Your toes curl and the pressure coiling in your stomach snaps. Gasping out your boyfriend’s name, you cum a second time across his face before slumping back against the wall, begging him to give you a break. Reluctantly does he pull away, not before giving your pussy a sloppy kiss.

Beelzebub licks his lips, savoring the taste of you own them. "Sorry y/n, but you know how much of a glutton I am for your pussy. Won't you let me have another taste? I promise to make you feel good."

Belphegor

As the Avatar of Sloth, he often falls asleep during your intimate moments, so he gives you full permission to do whatever you want when he’s asleep. A lot of the times, Belphie thinks he’s dreaming and he won’t even stir until he’s on the brink of cuming

Belphegor dozed off while you were cuddling, making you giggle at how cute he looked, long lashes fluttered shut and comfortably surrounded by a mountain of pillows. You brush his cheek to move some stray hairs and he lets out the prettiest little whimper, but doesn’t rouse from his slumber. A mischievous smile then spreads across your face.

You discard your pajamas, leaving you in nothing but your underwear and pull the covers back. Belphegor stirs slightly from the loss of warmth. You sit on his lap, feeling that he already had a slight erection.

“What are you dreaming about, Belphie?” You coo. You rock your hips across his crotch, moaning softly.

Belphegor lets out a shaky sigh in his sleep, legs subconsciously spreading wider. His cock stiffens within his boxers, slowly stretching the fabric of his pajama pants the harder he becomes from your touch. He stirs slightly in his sleep, mumbling your name.

“Come on Belphie,” you moan. “I know you’re close.”

A gasp leaves the male’s lips. His hands settle on your hips and his eyes groggily flutter open. “Y-y/n-ah! S-shit!” Belphegor whines, hips bucking up in attempts to sheath his clothed cock in your pussy.

When the last bits of drowsiness finally subside, Belphegor sits up quickly. He takes you in, your naked form sitting so daintily on his lap…his lap. Noticing the large wet patch on his crotch, Belphegor’s face slowly turns red.

“S-so I wasn’t dreaming…”

You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. He swallows thickly as you press your breasts against his chest. “Care to tell me what you were dreaming of? Maybe we can make it reality.”

Belphegor grins, but his ears still had a bright red tinge. He then flips your positions so that you’re beneath him. “Well, for starters, we were more like this. And…then, I kissed you like this-“

The demon presses his lips against yours, first starting off gentle and sensual. Belphegor cups your jaw to deepen the kiss. Your run your fingers through his hair, tugging at his roots eliciting a groan.

“W-what’s next Belphie?” You ask breathlessly. Belphegor trailed kisses down your neck and the valley of your breasts. His eyes flickered dangerously with desire.

“I fill you with my cock and fuck you until the sun rises.”

You eagerly help Belphegor remove his pajama bottoms and boxers. He holds his stiff cock, still slick with his earlier release, and aligns himself with your entrance. Kissing you once more, Belphegor sheathes himself with a single thrust, setting a fast pace before you could fully adjust to his size.

“Mmph Belphie wait!” You whimper into the kiss. Belphegor hisses when you bite his lip. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him close. The tip of his cock kisses your inner walls making coils of pleasure constrict in your stomach.

Belphegor lets out a groan, his pace faltering slightly. “Fuck, y/n the things you do to me. You awaken something within me that not even the most slothful of demons could ignore. I’ve never wanted anything as bad as you.”

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It isn’t often that your Wolf Hybrid bf isn’t touching you, a Puppy Hybrid, in some way, shape, or form. A hand smacking your ass as you pass him, his grip on your waist as he draws you into his chest, and his face always tucked into your neck to catch your scent.

But it’s always a million times worse when he’s in his run. Cute smacks on your bottom turn into full blown spanking as he bends you over the nearest surface and rails you from behind.

His hands grab your waist and as soon as your back hits his chest he’s grinding his hard erection into the cleft of your ass. Practically tearing through your clothes to get to your dripping cunt.

And every time he goes in to sniff at your scent, he doesn’t just stop there. Dragging his nose down your soft curves till he’s stuffing his face into your pretty pussy and feasting on you like a man starved. Prepping you and fucking you, refusing to stop until your scent is perfectly mixed in with his.

Then just as his rut stops and he thinks he’ll be able to give you, his poor pup, a break, your heat starts. And of course you’re absolutely no better. Despite all of your bfs concerns for how much your soft squishy body can take he can never deny you a thing.

Even as unlike him you never give him a warning. You always seem to come out of nowhere and pounce on him without a moments of hesitation. He always follows by grunting as his back hits the ground, his arms curling around you to make sure you don’t get hurt.

“Maybe wanna give me a moment to breathe, mama?”

You nearly cum right then and there from the nickname alone. Your bf must notice what he said too and maybe it’s remnants of his rut but the nickname does something wild to his body, his cock growing rock hard instantly.

Which of course you use to your advantage, whimpering and whining as you hump your bare soaked pussy against his clothed bulge. Making your bf growl furiously, hands moving to guide your hips against him. He can feel your gushing pussy soak through his pants and his cock twitches at the warmth radiating from your core.

“Need my cock don’t ya, pretty? Won’t stop pawing at me till I fill ya with my seed, hmm.”

You can’t even talk, your head all cloudy and thick, and your body burning with so much need you feel like you’re about to explode. Your tail thumps heavily behind you, demanding he take care of you.

“What’s that, baby? I’m not quite sure what’cha want.”

A sick smirk spreads across his face as his hips buck and grind against your sopping cunt. Pleasure explodes behind your eyelids but it’s just not enough. You need him inside of you, praying he understands and takes you just like you need.

“C’mon, use your words, now. Neither of wanna wait on your bratty ass.”

A annoyed grumble rolls through your throat, puppy ears falling back and tail thumping a little harder. He knows what you need but he’s always gotta make it difficult. Never wasting a chance to tease you till you just can’t take it anymore.

“Baby—nngh— please! Fuck me, dammit!”

Your bf snarls and before you can even blink even flipping you over onto your back tearing your clothes to shreds. As his big red tip brushes through your throbbing folds, you instinctively reach for it, back arching into him.

“Aye, that’s it, ma. Lemme take care of ya. You just sit back all nice and relax.”

Then he’s sliding into you, his thick girth stretching you so good your eyes roll back in their head. His claws dig into your plush waist, holding you still as he starts fucking up into you like he’s the one going through a heat and not you.

Your cries of ecstasy bounce off the walls each time his cock slams back into you, his pace relentless, never giving you a moment to catch your breath.

With all the strength you have left you cling to him and try and meet his desperate thrusts. But with a rough growl your bf pushes your hips into the ground and spears into you even harder. Making you absolutely crazy with lust.

“Dont. Move,” he rasps, “Didn’t get it during my rut but mark my words imma get you pregnant during this heat. Make you a real mama.”

His words have your cunt gushing around his cock and the brutal rocking of his hips sends you flying higher and higher. Each thrust brings a loud squelch, letting him know just how unbelievably turned on you are.

Moans pour out of you in waves as your body begins to shake. Squirming and writhing on your bfs hard cock as much as you can before he pins you down even harder. A dark chuckle leaving him as he watches you.

“You want that, huh? Fuckin’ show me. Milk my cock. Augh!— Take it, t-take every drop!”

His hand snakes down and expertly begins rubbing tight circles in your swollen bundle of nerves. You’re wound so tightly you can’t hold your climax back as it blows through you, your scream so loud it rings in your ears as you violently tremble in his arms.

Your Wolf bf lets out a terrifying roar and follows right after you into the bliss of your release. His pace never faltering as he works you both through your orgasms.

The second it begins to fade your bf scoops you up into his arms and rolls himself on the ground, making you use him as a pillow. You go to voice your concern about the hard floor but almost as if he knows what you’re about to say before you say it he quickly shushes you. Placing a hand on the back of your head he starts to pet you.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, baby girl. Just relax before the next wave of heat comes.”

You whine softly into his skin but listen to his words, knowing it’ll come sooner than you’re ready for. But you have no doubt your bf will be there to work you through it, spilling you with as much of his cum as he needs for it to take.

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