#but he also is breathing a little erratically and doing some twitching

[boyfeminism]

made a vet appointment for toast, younger duck would be really proud of me

[nxuvillette]

"I THINK YOU DESERVE A PROMOTION"

ASSISTANT HEADCANONS W/ GENSHIN MEN

synopsis: becoming an assistant for your hot boss is a dream come true, no? it sounds even better when you both are up to things that might land you a promotion.

❥- including : cyno, neuvillette, baizhu, wriothesley

❥- note : aaaa! my first post! i’m super nervous but i hope you all enjoy <3 reblogs are appreciated!!

content warnings : nsfw [17+], fem!assistant!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, office sex (cyno , wriothesley), creampie (all), car sex (neuvillette), mentions of food (neuvillette), mentions of medications (baizhu), brief spanking (baizhu), use of pet names (good girl , baby , darling, pretty girl), brief dacryphillia (wriothesley), belly bulge (wriothesley), public sex (baizhu).

♡ CYNO

you were just supposed to be revising some documents for your boss, cyno. after all, he had a meeting had to attend not even thirty minutes from the current time. you thought it would be simple enough, right? this wasn’t the first time he had asked you to do such a thing for him, but what was going on was something that wasn’t exactly professional.

cyno had you bent over his creaking desk. his hand was lying against your hip while he rutted himself into your squelching cunt that was squeezing him so perfectly he thought he would cum the moment he pushed into you. you were just too hard to resist with your cute black mini skirt that showed a little too much of your thighs. you were just too pretty. how could he possibly stop himself from completely ravaging your cunt?

“ah..! cyno, please..!” your cries echoed across the room, making him shove his fingers into your mouth to make you quiet down. the last thing he wanted was for someone to hear him fucking the absolute shit out of his assistant. 

he leaned towards your ear, his breath fanning against the shell. “better keep quiet.. or else i’ll stop right now and leave you wondering what might have happened..” he whispered, which earned goosebumps to litter your delicate skin.

cyno’s pace began to suddenly quicken. he could feel himself growing closer to his orgasm. his cock twitched inside of you and that delicious high he had been chasing finally came over him. his cum seeped into your womb, filling you completely. you took it so nicely. it took everything in him to not want to go for round two. 

he pulled out, adjusting his pants and leaving a small kiss on your cheek. “get dressed.. we still have a meeting.” he said, heading towards the door.

♡ NEUVILLETTE

being tasked with picking up lunch for the office sounded like a simple enough task. neuvillette had even offered to go with you so you didn’t have to carry all of the food items by yourself, so you happily agreed since he was your boss. he also drove so you didn’t have to use your own vehicle to transfer everything over.

it was fine, up until you both arrived into the parking lot of your office building.

your thighs were on either side of neuvillette’s lap. his thick cock was bullying your walls, reaching the most sensitive spots inside of your pussy. you hadn’t expected such a scene to unfold, but there was just way too much tension circling between you both to just leave the car without anything happening. 

“n-neuvillette! ‘so good.. fuck!” you sobbed into his shoulder when you felt his thumb toying with your puffy clit. 

neuvillette’s thrusts were erratic. he craved you for so fucking long that he wasn’t about to let the opportunity to fuck your brains out slip through his grasp. after all, you were his gorgeous assistant that he just couldn’t help but sneak glances at. “keep going, just like that, darling. fuck.. you take me so well..” he cooed, grunting a bit as your cunt squeezed his cock with such delight.

his arms went to snake around your waist. his pace became brutally quick as his high slowly crept upon him. all he wanted was you in that very moment. 

he practically growled when his orgasm washed over him. his body trembled and he squeezed your ass hard enough to possibly leave a mark on your pretty skin. you were a complete mess and you weren’t sure how you were supposed to walk into the office afterwards.

♡ BAIZHU

becoming an assistant for a well known pharmacist was like a dream come true. he was a great boss, and you honestly hoped to become like him someday when you finally became a pharmacist for your own company. baizhu was truly great at his work.

he sent you on the way to fetch a prescription that was specifically just for him. this wasn’t an unusual occurrence since baizhu had some underlying illnesses that needed certain medications to treat, but you weren’t anticipating that something like this would be occurring instead of him taking his meds.

baizhu had you pressed against the wall. his cock was buried inside of your dripping pussy. you were both trying your best to remain quiet as your other coworkers were around making prescriptions for the other customers. you couldn’t deny that you and baizhu had thrown a few flirty comments towards one another. you just remained professionally due to the fact that he was in fact your higher up.

the tension eventually snapped, and you two pounced on one another. he pushed you into the closet and made your body burn with passion. “baizhu..! o-oh, god..” you whined, arching your back against his body. he was just too damn good.

he chuckled, dragging his fingertips along your flesh. he was honestly playing such a dangerous game right now. it was almost as if he was itching to make you cry out his name. “heh.. you’re such a pretty girl.. i never thought you would feel this great..” he smacked your ass harshly, making you wince from the contact of his palm.

his grunts began to increase in volume and his grip on your body had become much tighter. the way his balls slapped against your clit sent waves of pleasure over your body. you gasped as that white hot knot inside of you finally snapped, allowing your orgasm to fully pass over you. it was also at that moment baizhu finally came, letting his cum fill your walls. 

the two of you both were completely messy and there was this lingering odor of sex that was wafting around the room. baizhu only laughed at your fucked out state. “you did great.. maybe i’ll promote you full time, hm?” 

♡ WRIOTHESLEY

you were asked by your boss wriothesley to stay after hours to work on some other paperwork that needed to be done before the next week. it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to ask you for such a request. plus, you were being paid overtime for doing it, so why the hell not? 

however, your extra work wasn’t exactly what you thought it was going to be.

you were lying flat on your back with wriothesley thrusting himself into you. all of the papers that were on his desk were now scattered around and pushed over so you wouldn’t possibly ruin them. he was so big. wriothesley could see a little bulge every time he pushed himself into you. he thought it was so cute. you sprawled out on his desk with your pussy clamped around his big dick. your moans were the best part. there was no one around, so you could be as loud as you wanted without a single interruption.

“w-wriothesley! f-fuck.. you’re so big!” tears formed at your lash line from how intense the pleasure was. you hadn’t felt something like this in such a long time. it was unbearable.

he couldn’t hide the smirk that appeared on his scarred features. he couldn’t get enough of your sweet voice screaming in pleasure for just him. “you like this, baby? you’re so fuckin’ cute when you say my name like that..” he pressed his palm against your navel, feeling his cock stuffing you full. “so deep.. no wonder you’re a mess.”

his balls twitched, signaling that his orgasm was just around the corner. his pace then picked up, sending you over the edge. he was probably the best you had ever taken. there was no way you could ever sleep with someone else better than him. a groan rumbled in his throat as he reached his peak, squeezing your hips as his cum flooded your walls. he left so much, it made you shiver from the warmth.

he panted, chuckling as he came down from his orgasm. “heh.. we’re still alone, wanna go for round two?” 

© NXUVILLETTE ┆ all rights reserved, do not repost, translate, or claim as your own.

[imsilay]

MORNING ROUTINE

NSFW! mdni +18, cw: gn (i think), cockwarming, oral s*x, dom!König, size k!nk, no fluff, hair pulling, manhandling? (lmk if i forget something)

summary: König has a strange morning routine and you’re a big part of it. (or best way to deal with his morning wood) :>

art cr: @/CNT_GITEI_ on twt

König was lying on the bed, his back against the headboard, and reading some news from the tablet in his hands. It was one of his hobbies, and he often did it in the early hours of the day. He scrolled through the page and landed on a news article that interested him. “Nicht bewegen.” (don’t move.) he mumbled not looking up from what he’s reading. He ran his free hand through your hair then let it rest on the back of your neck.

Of course you were a part of his routine. He would put you to use by letting you cockwarm him with his cock buried deep inside your mouth. He adjusted his hips but it only made his cock hit deeper into your throat. You whined as you looked up into his eyes, his expression hidden behind his mask, desperately trying to find any trades of mercy. He simply couldn’t care less. Yet you looked delicious with the drool and his precum dripping down from your chin to your neck. “You’re doing good, Maus.” he mumbled as his gaze met your pleading one. “Just a little bit more, breath with your nose. You could do it f’me, ja?” he caressed your hair tenderly like he wasn’t choking you with his fat cock.

You whined again as your fingers dug into his thighs trying not to cry. It was too much. He was so big that you barely could breathe. Eventually you pulled back and coughed. “Please König it’s too hard.” your voice was hoarse from all the time he kept your mouth on his cock. He woke you up in the early hours of the morning and first thing he did was shoving his cock down your throat. “Are you complaining? Should i teach you how to behave, again?” he scowled and grabbed a fistful of your hair yanking your head back and watching the tears roll down from your eyes.

In his mind, you should be thankful for him letting you cockwarm him. You felt chills run down your spine when he mentioned to make you behave. He was absolutely cruel. He wouldn’t let you cum for a whole week or even a month. He would stop right before your toes curl and legs shook, you would be left in anticipation and a desire to touch yourself. Oh, touching yourself was also forbidden during the time you’re being punished. If you’re stupid enough to do and get caught -either way he would know- the punishment would get longer and more severe.

You quickly apologized as you sob and placed kisses on his tip. You knew he wanted you to appreciate him, to worship his every part. Especially his cock which he shoved into your throat again after you apologized. “Braves Mädchen.” he said with a satisfied smile and caressed your hair. “Be good f’me then you will get your reward, Maus.”

He read a few news more whilst he caressed your hair. When his cock started twitching and your throat get more warm around him he started moving your head back and forth. He didn’t care your cries and muffled noises as he chased his orgasm. He grabbed your head with both of his hands as he used your mouth all he wanted and you couldn’t do anything about it. Could you even think when he fucked your throat with his fat cock?

His cock never failed to make you dumb. That was why you were so powerless against him. Actually what you could do when that mountain of a man manhandled you and fucked you dumb like that? He was like a god in your eyes when he used you, you were perfect toy for him. Your thoughts cut off when his movements began to become erratic. You knew he was about to cum when the back of his head pressed against the headboard behind him and his hips rolling up to meet your mouth. “Ready for your reward, Maus?” he mumbled between his groans and heavy breathing. You dug your nails into his thighs as a response and the sensation drew a low groan from him, he finished right after that. Deep down into your throat. He pulled his cock out from your mouth reluctantly. He didn’t wanted to leave the warmth of your throat but he knew you needed a break. “Swallow.” he wiped the moistness from your chin with his big palm. You did as he said without hesitation, like a good toy you are. “Braves Mädchen.” he purred and pulled you into his lap. He lifted his mask up, just revealing his lips before slamming them to yours and tasting himself from your lips.

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i just had to write this before sleep and now it’s 6:36 AM here. and i’m sleepless :,)

also i post everyday -sometimes 2 posts in a day- so if you follow me i won’t disappoint ;)

[anantaru]

DAY 28 — VAMPIRE AU

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — diluc

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, vampire au, reader is a little delulu, mentions of blood & blood drinking, rough and very passionate

vampire diluc who has never experienced a real, centered moment of happiness before meeting you— or at least not without turning into a cruel, evil monster, whose intention was to drain the blood of others.

but now he revels in your beauty, and he thinks you're intoxicating, tainting your mind with his small compliments.

when you see him, you cannot help yourself but feel frightened, yet also excited— and you wonder if something has been wrong with you all along, especially when you let him get closer to you, the cold breeze outside your window bristling over the dry leaves as you're solely focusing on the view in front of you, your breathing continuing to escalate as he sinks into your warmth.

vampire diluc who hides his face in your neck as his cock drags with a lack of purpose other than thrusting a maddening fusion of thrill and pleasure into you, your eye sight becoming blurred each moment you taste his roughness in your body with his erection twitching within your walls in searing need to release— for a solid minute, he ponders and caresses the sensitive flesh on your neck, his sharp canines like a feather crossing over the skin.

vampire diluc knows you would let him do it, meaning you'd approve of him tasting your blood on his tongue— and it somewhat terrifies him, actually, that you're willing to go through that for him. there was a small tug on your hips, then a squeeze, with the scarlet haired pushing you into him before he slows his movements for a bit, "tell me if it hurts," he mutters finally, "i cannot hold myself back.. any longer," his voice webbed in grit and stones that you're vibrating all over the second he mouths wet spots over your neck.

"i will," you whisper back, watching him nuzzle his face closer, "i want this.. want you," an instinctual feeling was urging you to hold yourself steadily against his body, your breath erratic yet your eyes, they told a different story because they, for one, were glimmering with an emotion everyone could easily discern— it's pure excitement, glittering beneath the humid air.

vampire diluc who proceeds slowly, parting his lips ever so slightly before pressing his sharp canines into your flesh, immersing his teeth deeper until he opens a little spot to hollow his cheeks on before making contact with a taste of metal, a taste vampire diluc was utterly familiar with— and ugh, he knew you'd taste better than any other before, he was aware that you're so special, from inside and out.

your breath hitches as a new warmth embraces you, his hands on every inch of your skin as he repeats his thrusts on you while never letting go of your flesh between his teeth— the tug on your skin was stinging a little and the feeling of getting blood pulled out of you was frankly, something you thought you never had to experience in life.

but.. it feels nice, exciting, and it urges your cheeks to burn hot, for some reason it makes you feel so full when he drinks from you together with crowding you to the hilt with his erection— long and thick and just so right.

regardless, it has you seeing stars and copious amounts of planets flickering throughout the universe— his entire weight on you, molding his front into you while pinning your breasts against his broad chest, whereas his hand— hot to the every last trace, lays flat over the plush side of your ass, the softness of your body forevermore melting into the soft ridges of his.

©2023 anantaru's kinktober do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[evillysilly]

1 | ON THE WALL?!?!

content warning: nsfw, porn with no plot! sub francis 🥴 (i really like it when people write francis as an old pathetic man), dom male reader, anal, handjob, they're both on THE WALL!!

a/n: this is a warm up before i get crazy with this

(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))☆ , *: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ , (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Francis cums a lot, and you know it, you love it, you would always fuck him fast and hard just to abuse that sweet spot inside him. Francis is also quite quiet during sex, muffling his moans with lips shut and all that, but really, he's just shy, and you don't mind! but when he got comfortable being vocal, you got more addicted to it, getting rougher with him to hear more of those sweet melodies.

tonight, you want to watch him squirm under you, cumming everywhere, moaning and crying your name, and that is what you are doing right now.

you could care less if the other neighbors heard you and Francis, you were focused on pleasuring him and hearing his lovely moans, thrusting yourself in and out of the milkman while stroking his weeping cock, you could watch those lewd expressions your lover's been making all night long, you could hear your skin slapping against his, those vulgar noises echoing throughout the room.

Francis kept biting his lip, trying not to moan so loud, making you fuck him rougher, stroking him faster as Francis curls his fingers to the wall, whimpering, his back slightly arching, you could tell he was near his peak, judging by the pre-seminal fluid leaking and coating your palm, making it easier to jerk him off.

"no, no, keep making.. those noises, they're adorable..." You mutter against his ear, minty breath tickling his skin as he shudders; letting out a soft moan. You really thought that he wasn't gonna last long because of you jerking him off and fucking him, arranging his insides, but it impressed you a lot that he was trying to hold back, it had you in awe.

you continue fucking him, relishing the feeling of him clamping on your dick, making your eyes slightly roll up with a grunt. Your stomach was already twisting a knot, hinting that you're about to cum, your thrusts turn erratic and urgent, the milkman's moans getting louder.

"'m.. mm- I'm.. I can't.. hold on for much- hngnhnn.. longer..." he slurs in-between pants, humming and moaning, you found it so adorable, your little milkboy's close to cumming, and you would love to see him cum undone all over the walls.

"don't hold back now, come on, cum for me, hon."

and when he heard you say that, his body convulses, letting out a loud and extended moan (more like a cry...), his hole tightening around you; you felt his dick twitching as it shoots ropes of his fluid, getting it all over the wall and some got on the floor. you grunted and hissed from the sensations, plunging deep inside him one last time as you finally came, letting go of Francis' member.

it took a moment for you to pull out, since your beloved milkman was still cumming, this always happen, and you loved it, the sight of him cumming so hard and taking a bit to finish was so hot to you, it just made you harder. as Francis collapses on the wall, panting profoundly, you gave him a peck on the cheek; humming in satisfaction. you looked at him, licking your lips and making him turn to face you as you kneel down. "want me to clean you up, hm?"

[truedove]

midnight caller

word count - 994

content warning - smut (minors dni), f!reader insert, pervy behavior, extremely dubious consent, somnophilia, frottage

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who's eyes always seem to bore into you whenever you come over to their house. you always make sure to forgo the pretty skirts and dresses you have in your closet, instead opting for the most baggy jeans and sweatshirts you can find.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who constantly invades your personal space, pressing up against you in the most inappropriate ways. you've grown accustomed to the feeling of his breath on your neck whenever he stands too close, the way his hands seem to linger just a little too long on your shoulders or hips when he guides you out of his way.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who never misses an opportunity to tease you until you're red in the face. he has a way of making even the most innocent comments sound dirty. when he's not doing that, he's trying to get you alone. always asking you to help him 'study' even though you know he's top of his class. it's a thin excuse to get you into his room, where he can finally have you all to himself.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who takes to jerking off to the innocent selfies he's found of you on your social media. he envisions all of the ways he could touch you, ruin you. he pretends the tight grip of his hand is your mouth instead, imagines how pretty you'd look on your knees for him, petal soft lips stretched around his cock as you look up at him with those wide, trusting eyes of yours.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who sneaks into the room one night during your sleepover, his sister fast asleep next to you. he makes his way over to your side of the bed and carefully climbs in beside you, pressing his aching cock against your bottom and relieving some of the pressure. he's never had you this close before, all of his attempts being thwarted by your iron-clad will to deny him. not tonight though.

his free hand make its way under your nightshirt and he revels in the feel of your soft skin, the warmth that emanates from your body. he's waited so long for this and he wants to savor it, take his time in exploring every inch of you, learning all of the ways he can make you feel good - he truly does - but he's also itching to just finally have you. with a hushed groan, he tentatively begins to rut against you, harsh pants dampening the crook of your neck. his hand wanders from underneath your shirt to inside your panties and he feels a rush of triumph when his fingers find you warm and wet. he should feel guilty, violating you like this, but it's not like he was hurting you, right? you're so wet for him and whether you wanted to admit it or not, he knows that you want him too. you were a bashful little thing, always playing so hard to get. the only way that this was ever going to happen was if he took some initiative. he strokes your clit lightly, feeling it pulse under his touch and you stir slightly in your sleep. your body responds to his touch, betraying your feigned innocence and his cock twitches in anticipation, pressing more insistently against your backside. the pressure builds and his rutting grows clumsy, erratic, his fingers faltering momentarily before he finds his rhythm once more, determined to make you come for him. so caught up as he is, he doesn't notice your eyes slowly opening, the haze of sleep dissipating as the realization of what's happening sets in. your body twitches under his touch before tightening as pleasure overwhelms you. you fail to stifle your whimpers and a hand shoots up to cover your mouth, the grip firm, just teetering on the edge of painful. a chuckle rumbles from his chest, vibrating against your back. "shh, shh, shh." he hushes you, a certain lilt to his tone that makes it sound like he's amused. "it's alright, sweetheart. just relax." your eyes are wide with shock, the sight of your friend’s resting face just a few inches away from you rising a fierce blush to your cheeks. he continues to grind against you and against your better judgement - you let him. a low groan tickles your ears when he comes, his body tensing for a brief moment before going slack. his grip on you remains firm as he catches his breath, heaving heavily. you’re having a hard time processing what just happened. your heart races in your chest, the sound of it an uneasy accompaniment to the siblings contrast in breaths. one steady and peaceful, the other ragged and heavy with satisfaction. a kiss pressed to your temple catches you by surprise, gentle and warm, affectionate. he seems to have no plans of moving at all, hand still nestled between your thighs and his gentle petting causes you to shudder. your eyes shut of their own accord - you have so many emotions swirling inside you. anger, confusion, lingering desire, weariness. the weight of his body against yours is comforting in a backwards sort of way, and you find yourself relaxing back into the warmth of his touch, the solidity of his form. "hm, that's it. get some sleep, pretty girl." he coos, his voice low and saited, before trailing off into a yawn. you try to fight your own fatigue, but soon feel the warmth of sleep creeping up on you once more, your eyes growing heavy. the next morning, he'll be gone from the bed. your clothes will be righted but your panties still uncomfortably soaked through. and when he pulls you into his lap - his sister none the wiser as she scarfs down breakfast in the dining room - you don't protest that time.

[catopoliscat]

control / choso kamo/fem!reader.

you ask choso to take control for the evening. he tries his best.

tags: nsfw. 18+. fem!reader. established relationship. canon!verse but no timeline specified. very soft!dom choso but also kind of not. kissing. blowjob/slight deepthroating. love, love, love. choso would rather slit his throat than hurt you and that's on canon babey. service!top choso. begging/pleading, not from you. porn without plot, really. no use of y/n or any other placeholders. ever.

wc: 4.2k

a/n: largely unedited but this is how we move; also i want to swallow choso whole; also also i may do a part 2, maybe maybe

mdni.

You think Choso looks adorable like this. 

He’s standing across from where you’re kneeling, feet slightly parted, his fingers twitching idly by his side. You see the skin stretch taut across the bony protrusions of his knuckle with every flex. A pair of grey sweatpants is all he wears, the baggy fabric hanging low on his angular hips. The fading sunlight catches against his dark hair, still perched in the two little buns that you had grown to adore. His bare chest, pale skin warmed by the light, rises with every breath, though you’re quick to notice it’s more erratic than usual. 

He was just cute. Taller than you, wider than you, perhaps in some cases stronger than you. But cute. Undeniably, mouth-wateringly cute.

Especially like this. When he was nervous. 

He shifts his weight, bare feet shuffling a little again the floorboards. The creak rings out against the warm air of your bedroom. The half-curse looks down at you, his stony features pulled messily into an expression you can only describe as ‘unsure’. 

You’re completely naked, of course. It’s impossible to be insecure about your own form right now, not with the way Choso is looking at you. The nervousness on his face is offset by the dark blush painting his ears, chest and pallid cheeks, offsetting the darkness of the mark across his nose. 

His eyes dart across your form, never setting in one place for too long. Your lips, collarbones, breasts, thighs—the hands resting on top of them. His eyes linger for a while on your nipples particularly, pebbled from the air and the intensity of his gaze. 

But even amidst that hunger, the familiar darkness of his gaze any time his eyes fall on your body—especially exposed like this—is an undeniable trepidation. Anxiety. 

“It’s okay,” you murmur softly, looking up at him. A soft smile twinges on your lips. “Go on.” 

His fists clench once more, a knuckle cracks. After a long silence, filled only by a small breath, he takes one more hesitant step toward you, closing the distance. 

A restless impatience and anticipation claws at you, but you wait. You understood what you were asking of him was a lot, for him, in this circumstance. With you. 

A thousand other men would have leapt at a chance like this, to take control, to assert, to dominate. A thousand other men would have salivated, reduced to little more than their baser instincts and primal want. A thousand other men wouldn’t have hesitated to abuse this opportunity, to drain it of all it was worth until you were unsatisfied and used. 

But Choso Kamo, your Choso Kamo, wasn’t a thousand other men. He cared, he loved; with a passion that overshadowed almost anything else. The mere idea of taking control, of telling you rather than asking, to take what he wanted without reservation, clearly unnerved him. Even the possibility of overstepping, of pushing too far, of even potentially hurting you was enough to have him pause—even when you were naked, exposed, on your knees before him. 

 And that spoke books about his character. Curse or not. 

You meet Choso’s eyes as he looks down at you. The soft smile on your lips, laced with tenderness, adoration, and love doesn’t waver. His eyes flick down to your lips, his own lips part. 

He goes to say something, thinks better of it, and closes his lips again. Instead, he reaches out a large hand, clammy fingertips brushing against your forehead tenderly, testing the waters. When you don’t recoil or bat his hand away (why would you?), and instead lean into his touch, he releases something like a soft sigh of relief. 

His fingers linger near your temple, brushing down against your ear, your jaw, until they reach your chin. He tilts your head up with such a gentle touch your heart aches. You oblige willingly, of course, and as your lips part, he finally leans down. 

His kiss is soft and tender as it always is. Restrained. His lips move against yours with no rush or urgency, and had it not been for the way his fingers trembled against your chin, you would have thought it was a simple kiss, nothing more. 

Like always, however, his own hunger crawls up the back of his throat untamed, and the kiss starts to deepen quickly. It grows wetter, his tongue brushing against your lower lip like a whisper, a soft groan pouring against your skin as his nose dimples the skin of your cheek. 

You want to stand and reach up, wind your arms around your neck and tug him closer until your breasts press against the hard planes of his chest. Even without a slither of space between, Choso would pull you closer still, as if trying to merge your bodies into one. His grip would be tender, but his muscles would shake with restraint. 

You don’t move, however. You wanted Choso to take. And this is how he’d learn. 

As if sensing something amiss—possibly the missing sensation of your fingers on his scalp or the warmth of your body against his own, Choso pulls away from the kiss. His dark eyes flick down to you, concern knitting his brow. 

You simply look up at him, your gaze almost coy despite the way your gums pulse and your heart races in your chest. You want nothing more than to practically pounce, but Choso wasn’t the only one capable of restraint. 

As if forced to finally use his words, his lips part. “Am I doing something wrong?” 

That urge to pounce returns tenfold. You want to kiss and caress every part of his skin, hear those deep groans and feel his fingertips sink into your flesh needily.

 Once more, you hold yourself back. 

His fingertips pull back from your chin and he straightens, though a slight hunch remains in his back, as if he couldn’t bear to fully separate you two just yet. With a glance down, you can see the way his cock sits heavy against his sweatpants, half-hard from a simple kiss already. It twitches under your gaze, but you tear your eyes away to look back up at him. 

“Nothing's wrong, Choso,” you reply instead, clearly sensing his need for affirmation. “You’re doing fine. Keep going.” You pull his hand back down to your cheek, guiding him to cup it, and he does so without hesitation. “Go on. Tell me what you want.” 

A thumb brushes against your cheekbone softly. You watch as his mouth bobs like a fish for a moment. 

“Touch me,” he whispers, his voice low, gravelly. 

“Where?”

“Anywhere,” he breathes out instantly. You give him a pointed eyebrow, and make no move to free your hands from their grip on your thighs. He swallows again, need warring with his hesitance. “M-My stomach.” 

With a satisfied hum, you rise on your knees a little, your eyes never breaking from his. You plant your hands firmly on his upper stomach, just under his pectoral, feeling the mass of muscle underneath twitch. He lets out a relieved breath, as if your touch was the only thing he needed, as if he couldn’t bear to be without it. 

Slowly, oh so slowly, you let your hands drag down, down, down. You skim across the hard ridges and dips, fingertips caressing every inch softly, lovingly. His eyelids flutter, his back arches slightly. Large hands come down to rest against your shoulders, the touch barely there. More to ground him than anything else. 

Your hands start to pull inward as they reach his belly button, thumbs brushing against the faint trail of hair that descends below it. You slow down even more here, restraining yourself from leaning forward and following the path of your fingers with your lips. You adored the sounds he’d make when you did that. 

As you reach the waistband of his sweatpants, you stop. You let your fingertips skim along the edge of it, tracing it—clearly ignoring the tent of his heavy cock weighing against it, fully hard now. 

Choso’s Adam’s apple bobs as he looks down at you. His brows twitch once more, clearly expecting you to do what you usually wasted little time with doing… before he remembers why you were even on your knees to begin with. Why he was standing above you. The whole point of this. 

“Take them off,” he mutters, a little more confidence in his voice now arousal was bolstering him. 

With a pleased smile, you hook your fingers into the fabric and peel them down his legs with the same meticulous slowness as you had caressed his abdomen. Fabric mid-thigh, his cock springs free, and the grip on your shoulders tightens in response. It bobs, hanging heavy underneath its own weight, the tip beginning to glisten with desire already. 

Sweatpants on the floor, he kicks them aside, his eyes never leaving you. Standing before you, just as naked as you now, he moves one hand from your shoulder to your cheek. 

“Touch me,” he groans, his voice thick, almost desperate. “Please.” 

You want to chastise him for pleading when he was supposed to be the one in control, but you bite your tongue. Old habit died hard, you suppose. 

Instead of going straight for his cock, like he so clearly wants, you instead run your hands up his legs. The moment your fingertips touch the inside of his ankles, his breath hitches, surprise and slight confusion painting his features. As you slowly drag your hands upward, however, teasing the backs of his knees and the sensitive skin of his thighs, he catches on quickly. 

You’re touching him, as he so vaguely requested. 

Thumbs pressing into the pale skin on the inside of his thighs, brushing against faded purple marks in the shape of your mouth, you continue upward until you reach his groin. 

His cock twitches. His breath stutters. 

And then you work your way back down again; down, down, down to his ankles once more. 

The air deflates out of him, a strange noise you’ve never heard of bubbling up at the back of his throat. You’ve teased and riled up Choso plenty of times, it was one of your favourite pastimes when you were feeling particularly patient and deviant—and he knew it. 

Typically, he was content to let you do so. Enjoyed it, even. You think there’s very, very little Choso wouldn’t let you do to him, so long as you touched him. Loved him. And no matter how much you teased, edged or wound him up tighter than a spring, you always made sure he was taken care of. Always. 

But you’re not sure whether it was the situation, the drop of dominance he was learning how to swallow, or sheer impatience—but he tires of slight touches and teasing grazes. 

Choso doesn’t use his words straight away, and instead his hand moves from your cheek and shoulder to your wrists. His grip is slightly firmer than usual as he pulls them away from his thighs. 

He takes a deep breath as he looks at you, holding your wrists up, a glimmer in his eye that asks you a silent question. You merely smile softly at him. 

Choso looks at your wrists in his hand, the way you let your fingers dangle lifelessly, waiting for orders. He thinks for a moment, and you allow him. After all, it wasn’t all that long ago that Choso was a complete virgin. Lust, sex, and kink were all incredibly fresh still, but he seemed content to explore it all, as long as it was with you. 

“Put your hands… behind your back,” he murmurs finally. 

Now we’re getting somewhere, you think. 

He loosens his grip on your wrists and you slip your hands out easily. You let your hands fall to your thighs again, before slowly winding them behind your back. 

Another shaky breath leaves his lips as he looks down at you like this; looking up at him, lips slightly parted, arms behind your back—a flush across your chest. His gaze lingers on your eyes, however, particularly on the slight crease in the corners as you smile. 

“Good,” he mumbles, seemingly mirroring your own praise that you never failed to shower upon in him. His hand returns to your cheek, brushing the back of his fingers against your skin. Cupping it again, his thumb traces the outline of your bottom lip, and even before he says, you part your lips. A soft moan leaves his own lips. “G-good.” 

Tentatively, he pushes his thumb into your mouth, and you close your lips around it. Even from down here, even against the darkness in his eyes, you catch the way his pupils dilate, a choked sound hitching in his throat. 

He was getting into this. 

You suck lightly, running your tongue over the pad of his thumb, tasting his skin. The familiar taste of him fills your mouth; the salt of his skin, the faint traces of copper and iron—blood—that always seemed to cling to him. 

Choso presses his thumb down against your tongue, pinning it to the floor of your mouth. Your mouth falls open slightly, a soft breath leaving your lips as saliva wells in your mouth. A drop of pre-cum oozes down the side of Choso’s cock, and he clearly decides he can wait no longer. 

Pulling his thumb out of your lips, he grasps his own cock, exhaling a ragged breath at his own touch. He shuffles a little closer, and your mouth salivates further as you anticipate what he’s about to do. 

“Open your mouth, pl-“ he cuts himself off with a swallow. “Open your mouth.” 

You do. Your jaw falls open, your tongue peeking out a little. Choso’s eyes lock onto the sight, his cock throbbing in his grasp. He pushes his hips forward, and the leaking tip of his cock brushes against your tongue. 

A sharp pant leaves his lips as his brows twitch inward. His hips buck forward, as you expected them to, his cock sliding a little further into your mouth, but not quite pushing past further than one or two centimetres. 

You go to close your lips, like you’ve done a hundred times before for him even if you always struggled to accommodate his length and girth—but with great reluctance, Choso pulls back, removing his cock from your tongue. 

“Not yet,” he pants. “K-Keep your mouth open.” Faint surprise colours your features, and Choso must catch it because he looks sheepish for a moment, the flush across his face and body deepening a touch. You smile though, and keep your mouth dutifully open. 

He pushes forward again, his hand still gripping the base of his heavy cock. He brushes against your tongue once more, before sliding his hand up the shaft of his cock. A glimmering pearl of pre oozes from the tip, pooling on your tongue, and the groan that leaves his lips you feel in your own chest. 

The faintly salty taste of him makes your eyelid flutter, and you resist the urge to lap at his cock greedily. 

Seemingly content with this for now, Choso continues his slight, minute movements, softly thrusting the sensitive tip of his cock against your taste buds whilst his hand stroked his base. Tender moans fall from his lips, breathy and pitched, and you watch as his eyes fall closed. 

Whilst enjoying the sight of Choso enjoying himself at his own leisure and pace, you couldn’t help but wonder why he wasn’t fully using your mouth. Although your lips always had to stretch taut around him, his tip slipping down the back of your throat causing you to often gag and splutter, you enjoyed giving him head. You loved the pleasure on his face, though often knitted with concern. You enjoyed the slight discomfort of taking him orally, the thought of his pleasure overriding all thoughts but of him.

With a theory in your mind, you close your lips around his cock suddenly, sucking the tip. Choso’s eyes snap open, a bleat leaving his lips. The hand still gripping your shoulder tightens, and he goes to remove his cock from your mouth, but you stop him with a hand at the back of his thigh. 

Choso’s gaze seems to glimmer with an odd mixture of panic and lust, his concern battling with his desire to thrust deeper. 

“C-careful,” he stutters. He groans your name as his hips twitch, pushing a little deeper despite himself. “I don’t want…” Another groan as he inches deeper, the fat tip brushing against your tonsils. “…to hurt you.” 

Thought so, you think. 

You fix Choso with as stern a stare as you can with cock slowly lodging its way further into your mouth. You wind your hand back behind your back, lacing your fingers together before you lean forward, taking Choso’s cock as deep as you possibly can—which still only manages to be a little more than halfway. 

As if to punctuate your point that you’re okay, that you want this, that you want Choso to take everything he wanted without reservation—you moan around his cock. Loudly. 

Choso’s knees almost buckle as the vibrations shoot up his cock, a pitchy keen leaving his lips. His hand flies from your shoulder to the back of your head, though you’re unsure if he wants to push you deeper or pull you off altogether. 

He looks back down at you once more, the tinges of concern and anxiety slowly melting down against the heat of his own lust and your satisfaction. You push your tongue up against the underside of his cock, and that seems enough to make him cast aside his worry. 

With an initial, hesitant thrust of his hips, he pushes his hips forward, a soft moan leaving his lips as his cock sinks a little deeper into the hot, wet heat of your mouth. His movements are tentative, to begin with, but he slowly starts to pick up a steady rhythm, the tip beginning to bump against the back of your throat. 

“…so good,” he pants. “You’re s-so good. P-Perfect.” Though pleasure smears his feature, his eyes never leave you, watching avidly as his cock disappears between your plush lips. He’s not fully letting go; even as his mouth drops open, as he pants, as beads of sweat pool on his brow and his cursed mark begins to shift. You try to take him a little deeper, but he pulls his hips back on the next thrust instinctively, keeping his previous depth. “N-no, please, God, please… just like this—please.” 

You get it. Although you’d love nothing more than to have Choso hammer the back of your throat, he simply can’t let go enough just yet to enjoy it. Not at your expense. Never at your expense. 

So you let him thrust as deep as he desires, and push him no further. You meet his every thrust with a bob of your head, slick lips sliding across his heated flesh. His groans grow louder with every push, but even as his thighs start to quiver and the grip on your shoulder grows tighter, he never pushes any deeper, or picks up speed. 

Pre-cum leaks fluidly onto your tongue, your saliva collects at the corner of your mouth. The slick sounds of your mouth fill the quiet space of your bedroom, overshadowed by Choso’s moans and the slight creak of the floorboard underneath him. 

By the pulse of his cock and the way Choso’s groans grow raspier, his thrusts a little less coordinated, you presume he’s getting particularly close. His thrusts grow only a touch quicker, the fat tip rubbing against the back of your tongue almost insistently. The short ‘I’m close’ that rushes out of his throat only confirms it. 

You moan around his cock again, and Choso splutters. 

“Yes, y-yes,” he rasps, his hand moving from your shoulder to the back of your head. “Again. Do that… again.” You do, louder this time, just for his benefit, and his cock bumps against the back of your thrust with the almost erratic buck of his hips. “Ah!”

He allows himself that little extra inch of warmth in your mouth, even as your eyes begin to glisten, as drool dribbles out the corner of your lips and down your chin. He locks eyes with you, his mouth falling open. ‘Perfect’, ‘beautiful’, ‘so good’ flows out of his lips like whispered mantras, and you can’t be sure whether he’s talking about you or the feelings he’s experiencing right now. Probably both. 

Choso’s fingertips sink into your scalp, his moans and groans bubbling down into little more than heated pants and huffs, a soft, needy whistle tinging every one. His own eyes shine, small tears of overwhelming pleasure beginning to pool at the corners. He looks desperate, torn—strands of his hair clinging to his face. 

He’s right on the edge, you know it—and yet he isn’t falling over. Or rather, he’s unable to. 

“Touch me, touch me,” he pleads, and your hands fly from behind your back as if Choso was pulling a marionette’s strings. 

Your one hand curls around his shaft as he quickly moves his hand away, and with a motion oh-so-familiar to you, you pump him tightly, rhythmically—in perfect tandem with the bob of your head. Your other hand moves to cradle his balls, tight and hot in your palm. 

And just like that, control was so willingly thrown back to you.

With a harsh groan of relief, both of Choso’s hands cup the back of your head. He tries to let you dictate the pace, the rhythm, but like always when he’s this close to climax, he’s unable to help the way his hips buck and twitch. 

Praises, ‘thank you’ and groans spill past his lips like a torrent. He’s too far gone to even release you’ve forced you way deeper down his cock, the tip lodging its way into the back of your throat. He writhes above you, trembling, fidgeting as his release quickly comes crashing toward him. 

With one particularly deep bob of your throat and well-timed curl of your wrist, Choso tenses up. You feel his balls tighten in your palm. A choked sound hitches in his throat and stays there as he holds his breath.

The first syllable of ‘coming’ is all the warning you get before he’s filling your mouth, choked little grunts and something close to whimpers filling the heated air. The salty tang explodes across your taste buds as spurt after spurt falls against your tongue. His hips thrust a little now and then as you continue to move your hand, milking him for every drop. 

You swallow everything without hesitation, but the bob of your throat is lost to Choso as he slips his cock from the heaven of your lips. 

He falls to his knees a second later, breathing erratically—practically fighting for each breath. His arms wind around your waist as he curls himself in on you, his forehead brushing against your nape. He holds you close, still trembling. 

Winding your arms around him in turn, you run your hands up and down his clammy shoulder blades, feeling every shudder and twitch. Something wet falls against your back, and when he finally calms down and pulls back slightly, you see it was tears. 

You have no time to ask if he’s alright before his lips are pressed against yours with a gentle hunger; something like appreciation, adoration and love pouring against your mouth. His tongue pushes softly between your lips, his breath hitching as he tastes himself on your tongue. With a wet smack, he pulls back before resting his forehead against yours. 

“Was… was that what you wanted?” He murmurs, something close to concern in his voice as his eyes flick between yours. 

A soft laugh bubbles up at the back of your throat. Your smile widens with adoration as you cup his cheeks. It takes a second, but a small smile begins to bloom on his own lips in response. He presses his forehead a little firmer against yours, like a cat. 

“It was everything,” you reply, your voice a little scratchy. Your throat was sore, lips dry, knees aching against the floorboards that had warmed against your skin; but you were truthful. It was everything. Choso was everything. 

Hearing the scratch in your voice, concern washes over Choso’s features once more. His lips part as he goes to say something, but seems to think better of it for a moment. 

“Do you… would you like to continue?” 

Your brows rise, and you can’t help but glance down at his cock, softening between his thighs, your saliva and his own cum still glistening against his flushed skin. 

“Can you eve-“ 

“I want to taste you,” he breathes out, his voice still holding the same husky timbre as before. “I’m… still in control, yes?” 

Your eyebrows rise further, your hands moving from his cheeks to his shoulders—only for Choso to grab your wrists again, moving them back up to his cheeks with an almost assertive grip.

“Yeah,” you murmur after a moment, a lopsided smile on your lips. “You’re still in control.” 

His hands skate down the curve of your waist, down to your hips and then to your thighs. He allows himself a greedy squeeze of your flesh.

“Lie back, spread your legs,” he whispers. “Let me see you—all of you.” 

His voice is hot, wanting—and for the first time this evening, you feel the real command in his voice.  

masterlist.

[changetyre]

Experimenting || CL16 & MV33

SUMMARY: You’ve always thought Charles wasn’t fully straight, you could tell by the way he looked at certain men and maybe some things he liked in bed but he always seemed too shy to say anything. You decide to call for a helping hand. Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen

WARNINGS: 18+ Terribly written Smut, Male oral, Fingering, Fruity behavior, A*s play, mentions of pinning Frotting, and some more stuff probably.

A/N: in honor of Pride month ig 😪 also want to make it super clear that this is not me imposing a sexuality on anyone, this is obviously a work of FICTION and nothing should be taken as real!

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“Fuck yeah right there” Charles whimpered as you stuck a finger in his whole while blowing him.

Ever since you first suggested trying ass play on his part to him a few weeks ago he quickly grew obsessed and you swore you’d never seen Charles cum so har before or emit the noises he did until now.

You knew having a man comfortable enough in bed to try anything didn’t have to mean anything other then them being comfortable in their own sexuality.

Except for you in your years of relationship with Charles you’d grown to notice more and more the way he behaved towards certain men, attractive in both your eyes. The way he got flustered or shy around them and how sometimes you noticed him get turned on by some.

Your suspicious only grew stronger when Charles asked you to try pinning. You could tell he was both exited and nervous watching you put on a strap on starting at a moderate size for him.

He was nervous you could tell but he fell in love with the feeling of having a cock inside of him and as much as he tried to convince himself it was simply the fact that you were doing this to him he couldn’t help but imagine what a real one would feel like.

No, he wasn’t growing bored of you or loosing attraction to you in the slightest it was only that as he grew more comfortable in your relationship, in bed, he had allowed himself to explore himself more in ways he hadn’t found the space too.

Little did he know how much you noticed this and how much it turned you on to see Charles become nothing but mush with all these things you were trying and how much you wished to continue and increase his pleasures as much as you could.

Which is why a few days ago you’d taken the liberty to invite a friend on an adventure with you hoping to get Charles to open up (quite literally).

“Fuck cherie don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum” Charles breath grew erratic as he came into your mouth, your fingers slowing down their pace in his whole.

“Did you enjoy that baby.” You swallowed before you left small kisses on Charles dick making him twitch and gasp from the sensitivity.

“Beaucoup trop” he chuckled as he wrapped his arm around your neck pulling you up to his lips for a kiss. It was hot, he could still partially taste himself on your tongue making his cock twitch slightly.

“I love you.” You whispered after pulling away from the kiss, both your lips swollen and sore from the hours you’d been going at it previous to Charles final release.

“Je t’aime amour.” Charles whispered placing a soft kiss to your temple.

“Charles I need to ask you something.” You propped yourself up on your elbows looking at Charles directly. Your tone was soft trying not to make him nervous.

“What’s up bebe?” Charles smiled, it comforted you.

“I want to try bringing someone else to bed…and I invited Max to come tomorrow.” You revealed.

Out of everything you could’ve said this was the last thing Charles could’ve imagined to come out of your mouth. His mouth opened in surprise trying to wrap his head around what you said also half expecting you to reveal it was a joke.

He felt like he should get angry or at least annoyed for you taking on such a big decision on your own but he couldn’t quite bring himself to feel that way because as much as it scared him to admit it the thought excited him, it aroused him more than he’d liked to admit.

You sensed his hesitation. “I can always cancel baby I don’t want you to feel pressured or do anything you’re -“

“No!” Charles sounded a little more desperate than he intended and you had to fight back the smirk that wanted to appear on your lips. “No…it’s fine I’m okay with it…let’s try it.”

This time you allowed yourself to smile. You also took note of the fact that Charles had no protests on Max being your invitee and instead you could see the twinkle in his eye at the mention of his name.

Maybe the lestappen fan base aren’t as delusional as they seem, you thought to yourself.

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“Are you sure you wanna do this baby?” You asked Charles one last time. Max should be arriving at any minute but you wanted to make sure Charles was 100% sure and comfortable with what was about to happen.

“Yes amour I’m sure. I promise.” Charles answered just as there was a knock at the door. His stomach fluttered but he couldn’t tell if it was nerves, excitement or both.

You rushed to answer the door, Charles taking a deep breath before following after you. It wasn’t until you opened the door and his eyes connected with Max’s did he realize he had no idea what you told Max.

Did Max know you wanted to have a threesome with him? Or were you both going to try to seduce him? Was Charles meant to play with Max or would that only be you?

He began to get caught up in his thoughts until he felt your hand on his arm. Your touch easing him significantly.

“Charles is a little nervous but I’m sure we can help with that right?” Your eyes remained on Charles even though you directed your question at Max.

“Of course, you know what Dani says this isn’t my first rodeo we can get him to loosen up in no time.” Max patted Charles's chest before letting his hand drop to Charles's waist as he walked past the doorway into your home.

Charles couldn’t ignore the way Max’s words and touch made blood travel right down to his center.

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Charles stood in awe watching Max's hand tightly around your bare waist as he made out with you passionately in front of him. He watched as Max's hand traveled down to your ass which was covered by nothing but your red lace before he gave it a squeeze making you let out a soft moan.

Charles wasn't jealous of Max, he was seriously turned on by the sight in front of him. In fact, he was slightly jealous of the fact that your hands were all over Max's abs and the way your hand rubbed up and down his bulge over his underwear.

He started doing the same to himself. Except his heart skipped a beat when he saw Max make eye contact with him while he kept making out with you.

He pulled away from you. "Come here, Charlie," Max called out to him nonchalantly as he carefully pushed you back towards the bed making you sit on it.

"Why don't you help him relax," Max spoke to you this time as he brought Charles in front of you, you got on your knees smirking at Max's proposition before you released Charles from his boxers.

Charles's head fell back as your mouth covered him and you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. His feelings intensified by the fact that Max was rubbing his shoulders, and chest and even letting his fingers flicker his nipples.

"Ah, I won't last long like this." Charles sighed as he grabbed your head softly pulling you off him.

"What do you want us to do then?" You asked as Charles helped you off your knees and you placed a short but deep kiss on Charles's lips.

Max walked around him joining your side as you both faced Charles. It was only then Charles realized Max had stripped completely and now all three of you stood in your full naked glory.

Max was big there was no denying it but he wasn't bigger than Charles which is something he took notice of, although Charles couldn't deny the girth Max carried which made him nervous.

"I don't think I'm ready for..." Charles stumbled on his words as his gaze remained on Max's length.

"That's okay...we can do something else for now," Max reassured him unable to contain the proud smirk on his lips at the way Charles admired him.

"I have just the thing." You couldn't hide your excitement and what you had planned, something you really had been wanting to try, and just the thought got you wet. "Baby lay down on your back for us." you instructed Charles.

He did as you told, trusted you enough not to question it.

"Max can you straddle his thighs please" you then asked Max as you climbed onto the bed kneeling beside Charles.

Max smiled quickly figuring out what you had in mind.

Charles felt tingling in his entire body as he watched Max climb on top of him and jumped slightly when he felt Max's length graze against his skin.

"Relax baby, you'll enjoy this." you leaned down whispering in his ear before leaving kisses down his neck, and chest.

"What now?" Charles breathed getting slightly impatient and frustrated at the urgent need for something to happen.

"Ready baby?" you asked as you kept trailing kisses down his body reaching his dick.

"Yes, please do something." Charles's dick twitched involuntarily as your lips neared it.

He let out a long sigh as you licked a stripe down his length before doing the same to Max. You repeated the step, blowing them a couple of times getting them slick enough for the next step.

Once you felt they were slick enough you finally did it. You had to use both your hands as you joined their dicks together rubbing them against each other slowly while you moved your hands up and down.

Charles let out a guttural moan at the new feeling, his head immediately falling back and pressing into the pillow behind him. His eyes shut tightly, he didn't have to see what you were doing the feeling was overwhelmingly pleasurable enough and he also thought that if he looked he would cum immediately.

It was embarrassing how wet you were from the pleasure you were causing both these men, watching Charles trying to hold back his release and Max's ragged breath as he watched and thrust into your hand.

You jumped when you felt two fingers inside of you not realizing Charles had reached around, of course, he was worried about your pleasure too. He moved his fingers in and out at a rapid pace curling them exactly where he knew.

You almost orgasmed when Charles pulled his fingers out of you and used your juices to coat over his and Max's dick making sure everything remained slick enough, repeating the process of wriggling his fingers inside of you and collecting your wetness multiple times.

"I'm gonna cum." Max announced after a few minutes.

"Me too." Charles and you sighed in unison.

You released first around Charles's fingers and only a fraction of a second later did Charles cum quickly followed by Max whose cum mixed with Charles on his stomach.

Charles finally allowed himself to see the mess he and Max created on him although the scene didn't last long before he watched you lick his stomach clean swallowing all the contents.

"Fuck that was so hot." Max chuckled.

As usual, Charles grabbed your neck pulling you into him and kissing you deeply tasting now not only himself but also Max in your mouth.

"That was...incredible." Charles sighed after you pulled away, he watched Max climb off him and begin to put his boxers on.

"Call me anytime, and whenever you're ready we can try more." Max winked getting dressed in such a relaxed manner like he hadn't just aided in giving Charles the most incredible orgasm of his life.

"Thank you." You sat up thanking Max, he leaned over pecking your lips quickly before doing the same to Charles and walking out the door.

You looked down at Charles watching the confusion on his face at Max's action before a small smile appeared on his lips.

Maybe next time would come sooner than you thought and you couldn't be more excited.

Part 2

[harleehazbinfics]

Home is where my Heart is.

Chapter 10: Dad beat Dad pt. 2 Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 2300+ A/N: so many lore drops oh lordy. Should I post chap 11 in 9 hrs? Comment below lolol

“Husband, dear,” I called for him closing the door behind me.

I find him on the chair by the fireplace, reading a book with his glasses on. I join him, smoothing out his shoulders with a gentle touch which he gave a satisfied hum to.

“What is it?” he asks placing a bookmark and closed the book. He puts it on the side table holds my hand pulling me in front of him.

“I just came to tell you something Charlie has planned,” I say brushing his hair, “she’s inviting over her father to help with her situation.”

He tenses up, he pulls his lips into an annoyed grin. I tilt my head, confused why he reacted so strongly at the mention of Lucifer. So, I ask, “What’s wrong?”

His smile fades into a guilty one and replies, “Miledy, you know I love you with all my heart but I wish I could tell you.”

I fall silent, a million questions appearing in my head before I finally spoke up once again, “Is it related to why you were gone?”

He heaved a breath as he stands, dipping a kiss on my forehead then holds me briefly in a tight squeeze and replies, “Don’t worry, it’s nothing too dangerous. I won’t let anything happen to you, love.”

I gave a deep sigh, trying to calm myself from the piling frustration but I needed to keep it together and trust him. Like we always do.

Just then, the memories of him leaving Abby and I in the cabin never to return flashed in my mind. I clasped his dress shirt in distress, feeling sweat form on my back and my body shaking.

Alastor pauses and looks at me in deep worry. He holds my shoulders and tries to look me in the eye, “Love, love what’s wrong?”

I remain unresponsive feeling my leg lose their strength as I fall onto his arms never once letting go of him. We settled on the carpet while Alastor held me close, letting me hear the soothing beating of his heart next to mine that was thumping loudly and erratically.

“Shit. Miledy, Miledy can you hear me? It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m here.”

After a while of getting to calm me down, he waits for me to say something still rubbing my back in a soothing manner.

“You have to promise me, Al. Please don’t leave me behind,” I whimpered, “I can’t lose you again.”

His heart clenches at the sight of her, she looks so broken and afraid. I never stopped feeling guilty of breaking his promise and leaving her behind to look after Abby all alone. It must have been hard for her. It also made him angry with himself for being the same deadbeat dad that he had resented for all his living life. He was also afraid of thinking that he was unworthy of Miledy’s love, he broke his promise, left her alone and was so weak. That’s why he craved power, power to destroy everyone that would even dare to harm him and his family, so that one day they could live in peace. Something that he failed to do.

“I’ll never leave you, not now. Not anymore,” he says with a heavy heart.

“You’re stuck with me either way,” he say, trying to lighten the mood which I appreciated and smiled to. I leaned on him and enjoyed the sounds of the crackling flames and the beating of our hearts in sync. Finding solace in the mundane.

---time skip

Alastor and I stand side-by-side as we welcomed Lucifer to the hotel. He jumps in and hugs Charlie almost immediately. To which Alastor’s eye twitches in annoyance at.

“Oh, it's so good to see you. Haha!” he greets squeezing her making her let out a little squeak.

“It's uh, good to see you too, Dad,” Charlie strains out before Lucifer lets go her continuing, “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!”

The little Eggbois popped some party poppers with a quick fanfare, only to find Lucifer being distracted by the cat.

“Oh hewwo KeeKee!” he greets the cat and continues with the lambs, “Razzle, Dazzle. Oh, look how much you haven't grown. Still fun sized. You taking care of my wittle girl? You better be.”

“Wow! This place sure looks, uh...uh huh yah uh huh...It's got a lot of character!” he comments trying to be polite at the interior.

“OH, what in the unholy hell is that?!” he screams pointing at the bar looking back at us.

Alastor takes us behind Lucifer in his shadow before reappearing and replies, “Just some of the renovations we had done. Adds a bit of color, don't you think?”

Lucifer’s eyes drift to mine exclaiming in delight, “Miledy! Great to see you again, I haven’t heard from you for a while.”

We shake hands politely, something that Alastor seems to heavily dislike by pulling away my hand from the fallen angels'.

“I got busy you could say. I was waiting for the chance you’d come to the hotel actually. Glad to see you here!” I reply trying to be enthusiastic trying to hold my husband from throwing a tantrum.

“I see you’re well acquainted with my wife,” Alastor interjects with venom in his tone.

“And you are?” Lucifer eyes him suspiciously, also reciprocating the feeling of dislike.

“Alastor, Miledy’s lawful husband. Pleasure to be meeting you, sir. Quite a pleasure,” he introduces with a hint of displeasure, shaking Lucifer’s cane before wiping it on his coat with disgust, “It's nice to finally put a face to the name. You are much shorter in real life.”

I coughed trying to hide my giggle but then realize I’m around the same height as him. Then my eyes following them as they had their silly banter.

“Who is this? Who is this nut? Are you the bellhop?”

“Aha! No! I am the host of the hotel. You might have heard of me from my radio broadcast.”

“Hmm, nope! I guess that's why Charlie called it the Has-been Hotel, ahaha.”

“Ha ha ha. It was actually my idea.”

“Ahaha. Well, it's not very clever.”

“Ha ha! Fuck you.”

“Woah. Okay!” Charlie and I yell while she pulls his father away to the parlor while I grab his waist pulling him in the other direction before a cat fight would start. “Okay, anyway. Dad, look at this lovely parlor where people can get to know each other and share secrets and stories and intimate feelings! Without Alastor, we wouldn't have been able to pretty it up this much.”

“Charlie has a very unique vision. I am happy to fulfil her bizarre requests,” Alastor goes back escaping from me and puts a hand on Charlie’s shoulder.

“Oh, thank you, Alastor,” Charlie says tearing up, finally getting the fatherly attention she deserved.

“Quite an impressive young lady. We're all very proud of her,” Alastor eggs on lifting her chin with his finger with a devious smile.

“Ahem, Charlie! Dear, eheh, why don't you introduce me to your OTHER friends?” Lucifer exclaims pointing to the group behind him.

As a friend I do feel bad for him, but this is the reality check he needed. For him to see that nothing will change if he isn’t willing. Alastor fighting with him might finally knock some sense into him, but so far. He really is a prideful thing he is.

“I am not helping you,” I state crossing my arms not even looking at my husband.

He laughs it off and shrugs, “With what? I’m not going to fight him.”

“Uh-huh,” I say not convinced. Only to put my suspicions proven when the chandelier falls, and they start singing. “Well, here we go.”

While I was enjoying their song, Mimzy barges in singing her heart out. I looked at her surprised, what was she doing here? It could be 2 things, she wants something or she’s in deep shit. Or a combination of both given her character.

I roll my eyes as Alastor and Mimzy exchanged hugs. Talking about our lives on Earth and stuff. We used to be friends but, you know, stuff happens. I sighed and sat down by the bar waiting for some crazy shit to happen now that all the chaos forces were here.

“Miledy! How’s it been going?” Mimzy asks as she takes the glass Husk slides at her while he gives me mine.

“Nothing much. Probably better off than you,” I snicker sipping the alcoholic blend.

“Psh, you can’t be serious. You’re still mad about what happened before?” she asks infuriated.

“You rang me, telling me you wanted to hang out then made me sit with 5 men at the bar and just said the morning after ‘thanks for covering for me?’ Are you insane?” I asked angrily, my hair flaring out as my teeth sharpened and bared them at her.

“It was just one time!”

“You did it twice! You better be grateful I haven’t told Alastor given you’ve been friends for so long,” I reply downing my drink and slamming it down.

Husk, Angel and Pentious were surprised by my outburst. Clearly, this was their first time seeing me lose my cool despite being collected around them. It couldn’t be helped, not if the one you’re sitting next to you made you a scapegoat a few times. I would find bills in our mailbox because of her. It wasn’t cheap either.

I grumbled pouring myself a drink and ignored her excuses. While Husk went probably to tell Alastor. Half an hour later, someone starts hammering on the door yelling for Mimzy, as she explains she stole 50 grand and drove over someone. Why am I not surprised.

“All of you! Get a safe distance, I'll take care of this,” Vaggie yells getting in front of everyone with her spear.

Before she could reach the loan sharks, Alastor steps in and says, “No, my dear, leave it to me. It's time I remind everyone why I am here.”

“Oh, finally! Took you long enough!” Mimzy yells behind the counter, making me bonk her over the head with bottle lightly before standing next to Alastor and changed into our demon forms.

“A reminder to all, not to mess with the radio/siren demon!” We announced both our forms towering over them.

I towered over them with my 15 ft form startling them from the sheer size. They quiver as they see my mouth pull into a sadistic teethy grin similar to Alastor's. Alastor slams down his tendrils while I held a note holding them down while they got crushed.

“I will devour each and every one of you!” Alastor exclaims gobbling them down, while they were paralyzed.

After defeating all of them we shrink back down to our normal selves.

“Oh, I missed getting to let off steam!” Alastor states with a hearty laugh, while I panted beside him.

“God, I haven’t turned into that form for a while. I forgot how tiring it is,” I wheezed.

“Oh, Alastor! What a fantastic show! Bravo! As always. Thanks for helping lil' old me out of a tougher spot, you're always such a pal!” Mimzy thanked him, while I glared at her. This was her mess to begin with. As a debris falls beside her, “Oops. Heheh… sorry about the mess, but I'm sure the little bug can take care of it for you.”

Before I could roll my eyes, Alastor says something that surprised me, “I think you should go Mimzy, now.”

Mimzy visibly shocked, tries to play it off, “Oh pff, Alastor, you're such a kidder you! Haha, you are so funny!”

“I mean it. You deliberately brought danger to this place just to have me clean up your mess. I can't have that here,” he deadpans not even looking at her.

“But you love taking care of me! What? You don't actually give a shit about this tacky place, do ya? Come on, I know you. You heartless son-of-a-bitch~” she iterates poking him on the chest.

“You are welcome if you actually want to give redemption a shot, but I think we both know that's not really your style, so you need to leave.”

“Fine! Who needs you? Have fun with your little princess and your little hotel! See if I care!”

After she flips off Alastor and storms out, he turns back to me with the same look. I flinch and ask, “W-what?”

“I know what she did to you, so why didn’t you tell me?” he demanded an explanation.

“Because! Both of you were long time friends before we got together, and thanks to her I got a start in my career,” I replied hugging myself, unsure now if I made the best decision.

“I’m not mad at you, but the next time something similar happens come to me. You’re my wife, Mel. I put you above than everybody else,” he says sincerely brushing my cheek to which I nodded to.

When we got inside the hotel, Lucifer and Charlie had a confrontation. One that they both desperately needed.

“I wish we could see our little girl again,” I whisper while leaning on Alastor.

“I’m sure she’s doing fine, darling” he says putting his arm around me and squeezing my shoulder.

After closing their song in a hug, Lucifer says this, “Ok, I can get you the meeting but once you're in Heaven, I won't be able to go with you. Will you be ok?”

“I'll be fine,” she assures.

“That's my girl,” he smiles then smiles, “Good luck, kiddo.”

He then disappears in a red mist leaving us to deal with the aftermath of everything.

“This next part is going to be scary. You ready?” Vaggie asks walking towards Charlie.

“I'm ready,” Charlie says as she hugs her, “cuz you'll be with me.”

“In spirit, right?” Vaggie asks unsure if they’re on the same page.

“In Heaven!” Charlie exclaims looking at the sky.

“Yay…” her girlfriend chants unenthusiastically feeling regret for asking.

“Have a nice trip!” I say with a smile, “We still have to clean up this up first though.”

“Ughhh…”

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[rems-writing]

I got you

Pairing: kitsune!Wooyoung × owner!oc

Summary: Y'all this is my first time writing a hybrid fic. Bare with me 😭💀🗿🧍🏻‍♀️

Warning(s): the return of Ajax, Wooyoung's heat is intense, cumming inside (DO NOT DO THIS UNPROTECTED), tail pulling (Woo's into that shit), pillow humping, messy blowjobs, daddy kink, body worshipping, hair pulling, riding

Genre: Smut with plot

Nets: @blossomnet @mirohs-aurora-society

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Wooyoung watched as his friends were getting adopted one by one. He was happy for them, yet he was also sad since no one wanted him. As he curled his knees up to his chest, he heard the bell chime and another man enter the shop. His heart started beating wildly and he swore he fell in love.

He was tall, lean with a bit of broadness, had his black hair all messed up, and had his sleeves rolled up so Wooyoung could see the half sleeve on one of his forearms.

His tails started wagging as he stared at the ink on his arm.

The receptionist guided the man through the various hybrids still available and of course, Wooyoung was glossed over once again. It wasn't new to Wooyoung, but it still hurt. Before the receptionist could speak some more, the man spoke up.

"What about him?"

Wooyoung's heartrate accelerated as the man pointed to him. His ears perked up as he sat up straight.

"Um... I wouldn't recommend him, sir."

"And why is that? Huh?"

Wooyoung flinched when the man spoke harshly. He knew the anger wasn't directed towards him yet he couldn't help but feel scared.

"Because he's dangerous."

"I can be dangerous if you don't give me a valid reason."

"Sir -"

"My patience is wearing thin."

"He's a kitsune!"

A silence fills the air and Wooyoung felt his throat tighten as the man turned slowly to him.

"Hey you. Shift into your animal form."

Wooyoung obeyed immediately and shifted into his animal form. The man's breath hitched upon seeing the kitsune. His nine tails were spread out, his ears twitched, and his alluring red eyes stared at him with curiosity. He shifted back into a human and awaited the verdict.

"I want him. Final answer."

The receptionist bowed her head and walked over to the register to ring him up.

Minutes later, Wooyoung was standing in front of the man with a bag in his hands and big sparkling eyes.

"Are you adopting me, sir?"

The man's face softened and he smiled at the young kitsune as he nodded.

"Yup."

Wooyoung surged forward and hugged him tightly. The man returned the hug and kissed the side of his head.

"I'm Jung Wooyoung! Nice to meet you, sir!"

"Nice to meet you too. I'm Ajax."

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That was three months ago.

Within those three months, Wooyoung has never felt more at home. Sure, Ajax was strict sometimes, but he wasn't like this every day. Wooyoung quickly learned that it was called 'tough love', and he was ok with it. Sometimes, the kitsune could be a little too cheeky for his own good so he was glad to have someone like Ajax humble and discipline him whenever he can.

Today was a cold day. The wind was blowing harshly, making some of the trees sway. People were holding onto their scarves and beanies as they all tried to rush home. The clouds were darkening, indicating that rain would come soon.

That didn't matter to Wooyoung though since he was sweating horribly and he was rutting against a pillow on the couch.

Quiet whimpers left his mouth as he moved his hips erratically. Those whimpers soon turn into moans that were getting louder and louder by the second. He was crying due to the unbearable pain and his body was growing warmer. He was so lost in his desperation that he didn't notice his owner coming home.

When Ajax closed the door behind him, he was immediately hit with the smell of dahlias and blood oranges. He dropped his suitcase on the floor, loosened his tie, took off his blazer, and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his dress shirt before walking over to his precious kitsune. He knelt down and brought the distraught hybrid's face closer to his so he could leave a searing kiss on his lips.

Wooyoung moaned out of relief into Ajax's mouth and shoved his tongue down his owner's throat as he tried to pull him closer. His strength caused Ajax to stand up slightly and fall on top of the kitsune. His tails wrapped around the owner's body and he pulled away to get a good look at him.

"D-Daddy..."

"Yeah? What do you need, baby?"

Wooyoung never called Ajax daddy unless it was during his heat.

"Need you... please~"

"Shh. I got you."

Wooyoung sighed in relief when Ajax kissed downwards starting from neck all the way down to his fully erected cock, which was poking through his boxers painfully. The kitsune giggled when his owner left light kisses all over his tummy. Those giggles soon turned into moans when Ajax palmed him through his boxers and yanked them down with ease.

"You know the drill, baby."

Wooyoung nodded and discarded his shirt and adjusted himself so he was laying down on his back. Ajax slowly grabbed the hybrid's cock and stroked him slowly as his lips lightly touched the base of it before slowly dragging them all the way to the tip.

"Please, daddy... please!"

Wooyoung yelped when he felt a smack on his inner thigh and a harsh tug on one of his tails. This caused a stream of slick to leak out of his hole and he felt himself blush out of embarrassment. Ajax simply chuckled.

"That ain't nothing to be ashamed of, baby. I told you that I got you."

Wooyoung sighed dreamily at the reassurance and watched with bated breath as Ajax slowly took him into his mouth slowly. He was left breathless as Ajax moved his head up and down slowly, his mouth open wide to elicit an occasional moan or whine whenever his tip hit the back of Ajax's throat.

He was glad Ajax was blessed with no gag reflex.

Wooyoung whimpered yet tried hard not to thrash around when Ajax took him in deeper and inserted a couple of fingers into his leaking hole. He looked up to see Ajax leave a strand of saliva on his cock whenever his owner needed to breathe for a bit before sinking his mouth back down.

Wooyoung grabbed Ajax's thick hair and tugged on it a bit, to which Ajax moaned at since he loved it whenever his kitsune had his hands in his hair. This caused him to go even faster and Wooyoung's moans rose in volume.

"Cumming! I'M CUMMING!"

Wooyoung vocalized his warning and Ajax merely smirked before going faster and faster so the kitsune can shoot his load down the man's throat. Wooyoung's mouth was still wide open when he felt himself release into his owner's mouth. Ajax swallowed everything and release Wooyoung's cock from his mouth before crawling upwards and kissing him straight on the lips again.

Wooyoung kissed him back and frantically tore off Ajax's tie before moving on to the rest of the buttons on his dresse shirt. He drooled at the sight of Ajax's bare upper body as the shirt was shrugged off. He reached for his belt and loosened that up before going over to his slacks and pulling down the zipper so he could whip out his owner's cock. Ajax laughed smoothly before grabbing Wooyoung's hands and pinning them above his head, to which he whined at.

"Daddy~"

"Have patience, baby."

Ajax adjusted both of their positions so he was sitting up and Wooyoung was straddling him after his slacks were pushed off and discarded.

"Ride me as much as you want. I got you."

Wooyoung nodded obediently and adjusted himself so he could sink down onto Ajax's massive dick. Wooyoung threw his head back and a high pitched moaned escaped his lips as he felt Ajax bottom out. He never felt so full even though they have fucked each other outside of the hybrid's heat.

Wooyoung soon started moving and both of them moaned when he moved up slowly and went back down quickly. The kitsune was moving at a medium pace yet Ajax was having none of it. He tugged on another one of his tails and Wooyoung hissed at the feeling. He got the silent message and willed himself to move faster.

"Fuck. I love you so much, Wooyoung. You're my precious kitsune. Fuck whoever always looked past you. You're mine. You're forever mine."

Wooyoung didn't respond properly to Ajax's heartfelt words as he felt his owner's lips kiss everywhere on his body. Ajax made sure he mapped out every inch of skin on his beautiful body. He wasn't one to leave marks yet he couldn't help but leave so many love bites and hickies all over the expanses of his tanned skin. As a result, Wooyoung brought Ajax closer to him. He wrapped his arms around his owner's neck, tangling his fingers into his hair once more. Ajax wrapped his own arms around the hybrid's waist and helped him bounce on his dick since the hybrid was growing tired. Chants of Ajax's name left Wooyoung's mouth and the man groaned in his ear.

"Fuck I'm cumming!"

"Cum inside! Daddy, please!"

"Fuck ok. I'm cumming. Shit!"

With one final thrust, Ajax emptied himself inside Wooyoung. He didn't stop until he was sure that everything was released. He slowly pulled out and chuckled when Wooyoung went limp and press all of his body weight onto him.

"Come on, Woo. Let's get you into a bath."

"Join me, J."

Wooyoung pouted and Ajax kissed his pouty lips before carrying his baby in his arms and walking into the bathroom so they could bathe together.

[inkedreverie]

warnings: minors do not interact! smut, oral sex (male recieving), unprotected sex. also this is my first time writing about jake jensen so please be kind.

word count: 954

pairing: jake jensen x girlfriend!reader

gamer!boyfriend jake jensen thots below!

𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 | 𝒊𝒏𝒃𝒐𝒙

Thinking about gamer!boyfriend jake jensen who has his hair grown out a little and likes to play his video games after dinner. So you’re literally just stuck in his bed, reading your book, all while he’s talking to his buddies. But after a while, you get tired of the incessant clicking coming from his Xbox controller. And you know, whispering in his ear won’t get him to budge so you slip off the bed and pull down his sweats, knowing he can’t really protest or do anything.

His brow raises when the cool air of the bedroom exposes his soft cock. But as soon as you wrap your lips around the head, you feel him start to grow hard in your mouth, making him cough out a gasp.

"F-Fuck baby-" He starts to experience a little haywire in his game, with all his buttons going a bit faster now, and you smirk a little because your lips are tightly stretched over the head. He’s still just a little more than half soft, but you know exactly what you can do to make him come in no time at all. “Can we-do this some other time? I-I’ve already spent so long playing my game.”

So he wants to talk strategy and be technical about the gameplay, huh?

With his half-soft, thickening cock stuffed in your mouth, all his tactics seem to go out the door when you pull off briefly, giving his cock a little slap. It throbs at the slight pain, but it twitches when you move on from sucking his tip.

Your only response is a ‘no,’ with your eyes glinting with amusement. And then he lets out a groan of defeat as you resume your position of sucking his length while his thighs flex against his will when you fist the base, using your thumb and index finger. “Dude, I think someone else just came and snagged the gun we needed.” Jake lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Y/N, just a little-“ He gets a little frustrated when you pick up his pace.

“Sorry man, something’s happening.” He says lamely as his hips subtly begin to roll, matching the tempo that your mouth creates. You smirk, giving the bottom of his length a harsh suck that makes his breath stutter before pulling off once again, the slickness of his cock is replaced by the warm, cooler air in the bedroom.

“A little... uh?” The grin that decorates your lips is impossible to hide when he gives up so easily. His dick was now hard as a fucking rock. But you’re not satisfied yet. And your thumb gently strokes over the swollen and glistening red tip that’s oozing beads of his pre-cum.

Jake swallows audibly. “A little more...” Your boyfriend doesn’t even know what to say anymore. All he can focus on is your mouth and your hand, both stroking him so perfectly and he just wants to come right there, but he knows that he needs to finish the game first.

He lets out a whiny moan, throwing his head back when you take his length into your mouth once more, hollowing your cheekbones and sucking hard. He’s close. His hips jerk upwards and his thighs tense as he tries to hold himself still. “Fuck! FUCK!”

Jake Jensen lets out the most pathetic whimper as your lips pop off of his cock. “What was that? I can’t hear you.” His hands tighten around the controller, trying his best to ignore your teasing tone.

You give him a few more pumps with your fist, watching the muscles on his neck contract. His eyes are squeezed shut as his jaw goes slack.

And then you stop.

“Y/N...” His voice is hoarse, raspy and strained, like he hasn’t spoken all day. “Baby, please. Please let me come.” Jake’s voice sounds broken and desperate. And his hips are moving erratically now, trying so hard to chase the friction you were just supplying.

“You want to come, Jake? Do you want to fill this little mouth up?” You whisper softly, your hot breath ghosting along the shell of his ear as he nods vigorously, unable to respond. “Then beg.” You command.

“Please,” he pleads with a whine, “please let me come.” He chokes out the words as if it hurts him not to be able to release.

“Good boy.”

The praise sends shivers down his spine and you can see the way his muscles clench under your fingers and you smile to yourself, leaning over and taking the head past your lips again. He lets out an animalistic growl as soon as he feels you sucking him down once again, and you can tell how close he was from just those simple words alone.

“Oh, my god.” The words leave his parted lips like a prayer before you hear the controller drop onto the floor with a thud. His body tenses, the muscles straining against their bonds as he finally spills himself over your tongue with a strangled cry that echoes around the room. “Oh fuck, yes. Yes!” Jake’s chest heaves rapidly and his breathing is ragged when he finally relaxes into the mattress.

His body is still shaking slightly from his powerful orgasm when you pull away from him slowly, licking him clean.

His blue eyes are dark and hooded when they meet yours as he pants heavily, his cheeks flushed pink. You lick your lips before crawling on top of him and giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “That’s better.” You murmur against his swollen lips.

“I love you.” He whispers back. “I’m gonna marry you one day.” You can’t help but giggle at the statement.

“You’re such a dork.”

[monstersandmaw]

Male werewolf x female character (Gabe & Odessa) - Chapter Twenty One (nsfw)

Disclaimer which I’m including in all my works after plagiarism and theft has taken place: I do not give my consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted anywhere. They are copyrighted and belong to me.

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Oof, folks. It’s been building to this, and some of you have added your thoughts on what’s going on, but I promise you he will tell her...

Content: werewolf transformation, shifted sex, knotting, biting (gentle, no blood), aftercare and fluff Wordcount: 4926

Catch up here:

Part One (sfw), Part Two (sfw), Part Three (sfw), Part Four (sfw), Part Five (sfw), Part Six (sfw) Part Seven (sfw), Part Eight (sfw), Part Nine (sfw), Part Ten (sfw), Part Eleven (nsfw), Part Twelve (sfw), Part Thirteen (sfw), Part Fourteen (nsfw), Part Fifteen (nsfw), Part Sixteen (nsfw), Part Seventeen (sfw), Part Eighteen (v. light nsfw), Part Nineteen (nsfw), Part Twenty (nsfw) 

Gabe’s back gave another great heave and, still human, he let out a roar that was all animal, bearing his teeth and snarling, head dropping forwards as he shook from the effort of holding back a transformation that had already started to take hold of him.

“God, Odessa, I’m so sorry,” he hissed. “I’ve never lost control of it like this… I… I don’t —” he broke off and half-swallowed a yelp of pain as his back twisted a little and he braced his arms wide on either side of her body to stop himself falling forwards on top of her. “Shit. I can’t… I’m…”

He retreated down the bed and his back curved upwards again like an angry cat.

“You can shift, Gabe” she said again, heart still pounding. “Let go. Don’t worry about anything else. Shift.”

Snarling and snapping, he pushed further away and she watched, fascinated, as he gave in to the wolf without another word.

Dark fur grew along his spine, and the grinding crack and clunk of bones realigning under his skin filled the air. His whole body trembled and jerked convulsively, claws growing, limbs elongating and skull changing, muscles tearing and reforming, a tail growing, until he crouched, hunched on all fours on the bed near her feet, breathing erratically.

“Gabe?” she whispered, hardly daring to breathe, let alone move. “Are you alright?”

His cock was still hard, she noticed unavoidably as she took in his new body. Achingly so, and it was huge like this; red and thick. The longer she looked at him, the harder he got it seemed, and in only a few seconds, it twitched and began to leak pre-come in a thick, steady stream onto the sheets below him. There was also a thicker bulge beginning to form at the base. Gabe whined and tried to shrink away, curling inwards on himself. His ears were back, his eyes were closed, and he looked the picture of miserable shame.

“Gabe, no…” she said. “No, don’t. Come back?” she asked as she sat up and extended her hand towards him, palm up. “Come back… Please… It’s ok.”

At that, he did finally look up at her with those familiar golden eyes. He looked so vulnerable, so uncertain. She nodded reassurance and smiled. He glanced down at himself in a wry, self-deprecating kind of way and tilted his head in a question.

“I want you, Gabe,” Odessa said with a fluttering laugh, and she found that she truly meant it. She’d had ‘human Gabe’ any number of times by then, but there was something about him in this form that made her core burn. “You’re still you, whatever form you take. I want you. And,” she added with a wry smile, “You clearly still want me…”

Cautiously, he nodded and then crawled up the bed towards her.

The sight of his black, clawed, paw-like hands on the stark white sheets sent a thrill through her and she bit her lip as she lay back once more, simultaneously relaxing and buzzing with renewed energy. He loomed over her as she lay there, and she smiled up at the werewolf who already had claimed her, body and soul.

With his inhuman hands splayed across her thighs, black claws glinting, he parted her legs and she opened willingly to him. He inhaled slowly, tongue starting to loll, and he lowered his great wolf’s head and pressed his cold, wet nose to her clit. She immediately bucked beneath him but he held her down with no effort at all. His jaws parted and he let his hot tongue rake over her, tasting her, and as he did, he let out a rumbling groan of pleasure. He licked her, tongue laving through the wetness that had gathered anew between her folds, and as he started to focus more on her clit and on her pleasure, Odessa’s body began to tremble and heave in time with every stroke of his tongue. The pads of his paws were rough on her skin and his grip was breathtaking, but the contrast between the strength of his body and the delicacy of his touch left her gasping and crying out.

“Oh my God, I’m going to come,” she grunted as the pleasure that had been growing in her core suddenly unfolded like a flower.

In a blinding starburst across her vision, she came against the heat and pressure of his tongue and he closed his mouth on her. His upper teeth pressed into her mound as if he were trying to devour her while his tongue pressed tight against her fluttering heat. She tried to lift her hips against his mouth but he pinned her down and growled at her to keep still. The vibrations ran through her whole body and she threw her head back into the pillows and yelled as a second wave tore through her right on the heels of the first.

Finally she came down, twitching and gasping for breath, and he drew back slowly. He licked her a few times, not wanting to waste any of the taste of her, and then he regarded her steadily. He was still the Gabe she knew when he wore this form, but he was also a little different. Human-Gabe was relaxed and affable and easy-going, but Wolf-Gabe was quiet and intense and very observant, the way a pack’s sentry might keep watch: cataloguing every movement and noticing every detail about her. It made her skin tingle just to bear his golden gaze on her.

His jaws were softly parted to show his teeth and the tip of his wet tongue, and his eyes glowed bright gold in a face that was as kind as it was inhuman. He loved her. Of that there was no doubt.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered.

His cock twitched visibly at that, and it drooled a thick line of pre-come down onto the sheets between her legs. Trusting her, he didn’t hesitate as much this time, and he prowled the rest of the way up the bed until he loomed over her with his inhuman hands braced on either side of her head and his cock leaking pre-come all over the sensitive skin between her legs every time it twitched.

Flushed red, hard, and messy, with the knot showing visibly at soft fur around the base, Gabe seemed more aroused than she’d yet known him, but still he began slowly, simply rutting his cock against her thighs and smearing the drooling pre-come all over her. When he met her eyes and understood that she really did want him like that, he lowered his muzzle to her collarbone and slowly opened his jaws. His huge teeth locked carefully around the bones of her shoulder and chest, and she bucked up into him with a broken, needy grunt.

“Oh my God, Gabe…” she breathed, revelling in the new sensation.

It was like being held, but it was so intense on so many levels. If he chose to — or if he lost control, she supposed — he could kill her in an instant, snapping her collarbones like kindling, but instead he just held her still while he rutted luxuriantly against her, savouring the pleasure and slide of her body against his.

“Gabe…” she said again, and she raised her hands to his chest, watching as her fingers sank and disappeared into the thick fur there. “I still want you inside me…” she reminded him.

A long, low, quavering note left his throat at that and his whole body fell still.

Then, without releasing his grip on her shoulder, he shifted his hips just a little and the searing heat of the tip of his cock nudged against her entrance. With Odessa wetter than she could ever remember being, and with Gabe even messier than usual, the slide of his huge cock inside her was easier than she’d expected, though the stretch was still immense.

This time, a long, high whine left him and his jaw quivered before he released her and bowed his back to drive himself all the way inside her to the hilt.

Except it wasn’t to the hilt, she realised as the bulge of his knot nudged at her sensitive entrance and he began to pant and whimper. He clearly wanted more, to slide completely inside her, but even lost in the wolf, he apparently couldn't bear the thought of hurting her.

At first he moved with an aching, cautious slowness that bordered on frustrating for her, but when he sensed that, he got a little faster and a little bolder, and the apex of each powerful thrust punched the air out of her in a low, inelegant grunt that he seemed to adore. He tilted his head, dark ears pricked forwards, and listened to every noise she made for him. It seemed to stoke his ardour and he gnashed his teeth, black lips peeling back to reveal huge, white teeth, while his red tongue lashed behind them as drool began to drip from his jaws.

As the minutes ticked by, and his pace and the depth and power of each stroke increased, Odessa realised that he was losing himself more and more to the sensations of their joined bodies, and she loved it.

She loved it because despite all  that unbelievable power, all that monstrous wildness in him, he cared for her.

Each time she sang him a new note of pleasure for him, he repeated the gesture to make her do it again, and each time she told him how wonderful it felt, he let out either a pleased growl or a chuffing whine. He scented her too, hunching his lithe back enough to bring his cheek to her neck without breaking the rhythm he’d set, before raising himself up to look at her with his pupils blown dark and wide, and his jaws slightly open and intimidatingly inhuman.

He used his new and bigger form to wring pleasure from her in ways she’d never experienced before, and she loved him fiercely for it. She found herself gently shunted up the bed towards the headboard each time his hips pistoned into her, and he picked up one dark, paw-like hand to close his clawed fingers around her breast as it jostled with the movement. Mindful of his sharp claws, he kneaded it luxuriantly for a few strokes before returning his palm to the mattress to buttress himself up properly.

This, she realised as his cock pushed deep against her inner walls in a gloriously slow stroke, was the closeness she’d been seeking all along.

“I love you, Gabe,” she whispered through welling tears. She felt full for obvious physical reasons, but her chest felt tight and her heart was beating in her throat. “I love you. I don’t want to leave. I love you.”

With a broken whine, he lowered his face one more time and nuzzled her neck and cheeks, desperately scenting her, rubbing his scent all over her wherever he could reach while his muscles trembled at the torturously inadequate pace he was inflicting on himself. He licked briefly at her mouth and her throat and his thrusts grew irregular and much, much deeper. He was shaking all over, but it was only after another few minutes of tempered bliss that she realised he was trying to restrain himself from sliding all the way in.

He was trying to avoid knotting her and it was all he could do to hold himself back.

Odessa wanted to weep at how blessedly careful he was being with her, and realised that he was never going to do it himself. She waited until he reached the apex of one particularly slow and gentle thrust and looped her legs around his middle. She tightened her hold on him, tugged, and pulled herself fully onto his knot.

With a flash of his wide, golden eyes and a snatched gasp of surprise, Gabe’s wolf jaws closed around her bare throat, teeth locking him in place like a vice around her neck, and he snarled long and deep and loud. Incoherent bliss rushed through every fibre of Odessa’s being as his knot swelled and filled perceptibly inside her, and her whole body went completely, instinctively slack beneath him with a softly-uttered ‘oh’ of pleasure.

A sensation of utter rightness and true ‘oneness’ with him was the only thing she could feel. Gabe started to rock and rut his hips repeatedly, frantically, against her, snarling and panting, but the movement was futile. They were sealed together, and he didn’t have an inch to move inside her. It felt incredible though and her core tightened, muscles clenching around him.

“Yes,” she smiled against his ruff, her body still limp with ecstasy.

His teeth dug into her but he never broke the skin despite the pressure. His hot tongue pushed against her pulse and drool slipped between his teeth to slide down her shoulder while he rutted wildly a few more times against her. He was growling and whimpering in time with each desperate, helpless thrust.

Then, only a few seconds after she’d pulled herself onto his knot, she felt his cock begin to pulse inside her.

His back rounded and hunched, his jaws tightened, his eyes rolled, and he started to come.

She could actually feel him spilling in huge spurts inside her, flooding her fuller than she’d ever been in her life, and the sounds he made against her throat were raw and deep and visceral. After a few seconds of lying there, pinned by his crushing weight to the bed, she felt his hands and arms slide underneath her shoulders, and he lifted her upper body right off the mattress. With his hands supporting her shoulders and lower back, he sat back on his heels and rutted up into her, still coming blindly, desperately.

Held upright but lolling weakly in his arms, Odessa let her head roll back. At the new angle, Gabe’s huge cock and knot caught her just perfectly inside, and at last the wave of blinding pleasure that had swamped her on first feeling his knot took her with it, and she came with a broken, convulsing wail.

Gabe threw back his head and howled.

It was a long time before Gabe shuddered to stillness, though he was still breathing hard and cradling her in his shaking arms. His cock still twitched and spilled the last of his orgasm inside her, and the only sounds in the room now were their shared, panting breaths and the occasional grunt from Gabe.

While she’d been coming, one of his hands had moved to cradle her head. His huge claws pricked her scalp a little and grounded her, and as the last echoes of her own orgasm rippled through her, she finally opened her eyes and found him staring at her.

As if he couldn’t quite believe what he had just done, Gabe slowly started to lower her down and regarded her, wild-eyed and panicky, ears back.

“Gabe,” she smiled, consonants still vague with pleasure. “That was perfect. You’re perfect. I love you, and I’m yours.”

At that last, he trembled all over and began to scent her again. He looked like he couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Shh, it’s ok. I’m here,” she said, losing sight of her fingers again in the thick, soft fur of his ruff as she scrunched and tugged at it. “You feel so good…” She kept talking to him, reiterating that she had loved every second of it, until he slumped down on top of her, slightly askew to keep his weight mostly off her chest. He held her head in his hand and lay there, shivering and whining almost imperceptibly with each exhale. They were still tied together and the sensation of utter fullness helped to ground her.

While still idly stroking his fur, she wondered how long he would be locked inside her. She half-recalled him saying that because she wasn’t a werewolf, they probably wouldn’t technically be completely tied. Odessa didn’t feel like trying to move just yet, but she was pretty sure he was locked in place inside her as securely as if she had been a werewolf. They weren’t going anywhere for a while.

Before too long, she felt Gabe begin to fall asleep. His weight dipped incrementally down on top of her and he exhaled roughly, so she brought her hands to the soft fur around his left ear and stroked it. He flicked it and twitched up to look at her, and she smiled at him. “If you’re going to go to sleep, we need to change places,” she murmured.

He grunted in agreement, nodded, and then rolled, pulling her with him so that she lay atop his body, still joined to him. She could feel the tug of the knot against her when he moved, the pressure of it deep inside her, and experimentally, she squeezed her core around him. The most blissful pleasure she’d ever experienced rolled through her, and at the same time Gabe jutted his chin up and let out a long, quiet howl.

“You want me not to do that?” she asked but she didn't get an answer from him. He just lay there on his back with his throat completely exposed and his nose pointed to the wall behind him. “Gabe?” she asked, and did it again.

He made another noncommittal huffing noise once the reflexive moan had died away, and she laughed. She leaned forwards and scratched his jaw and fluffy throat with her nails in slow, luxuriant rakes, and he made low, happy noises in his throat. It wasn’t quite a purr — more of a rasping exhale — but it was evident that he was deeply contented, and she loved the feeling of lying on top of him with his knot locking her in place. His arms closed around her middle and he held her tightly. His hands like this were huge, dwarfing her lower back where the rough pads pressed against her skin.

Odessa loved every second of it.  

Perhaps a quarter of an hour or so later, his knot began to go down enough that his softening cock started to slip free of her, and she inhaled in surprise as she felt his release slide down her thighs. There was so much of it. “Oh…” she breathed. “That’s going to make a mess…”

“Mmph,” said Wolf-Gabe without opening his eyes.

“Don’t sound so darned pleased with yourself,” she laughed, touching the tip of his cold, wet nose with her fingertip. He half-sneezed in protest but otherwise didn’t move. “It’s going to ruin these sheets.”

He shrugged. That was clearly not a problem for Wolf-Gabe to worry about. That sounded like a Human-Gabe problem. She laughed at him and he finally cracked an eye open. Leaning towards her, he licked her nose once and flopped back down, clearly exhausted. She joined him, lying along his torso with her cheek resting on his collarbones, and she drifted into sleep along with him.

It hadn’t felt like it at the time, but the strain of taking his knot, and of being so thoroughly filled, had sapped her almost completely of energy, and when she woke a while later, she felt heavy and exhausted, and, she realised with a shiver, cold. Gabe’s fur would keep him more than warm in the room, but with her body exposed to the air, she had grown uncomfortably cold.

She sat up a little, and Gabe’s soft cock finally slipped all the way out of her, making him grunt and stir too.

“Any chance you’ll run me a bath?” she muttered, only half in jest and groaning as her insides protested the movement and her thighs trembled. She really did ache now, despite how good it had felt at the time, and she didn’t want to move any more muscles than it took just to talk. “I think I’ve had more sex in the last two weeks than I’ve had in the last five years combined,” she added.

Wolf-Gabe rumbled something that sounded very pleased about that statement, and then after another couple of minutes, he rallied his strength and rolled over. He let the movement tip her gently into the middle of the bed. Instead of getting up right away though, he licked at her neck where his teeth had left a string of tiny bruises like dark, freshwater pearls across her collarbone and over her shoulder.

He looked apologetic, but she smiled and stroked his fluffy cheek. “I would have told you to let go if I’d wanted you to stop,” she said firmly and he nodded. He tipped his head into the touch, eyes closing briefly, and then he laved his hot tongue affectionately over her chest and breasts. Goosebumps followed in the wake of the warmth and she shivered without the strength to swat him away.

Gabe seemed to adore the softness of her stomach and thighs, and he almost got lost in the feel of her body in his huge, paw-like hands. He nosed her thighs apart and licked across her sensitive folds, but when she twitched and grunted at the over-stimulation, he drew back and tilted his head to one side to expose his throat in apology.

“It’s ok,” she smiled. “You didn't hurt me. I wanted you to knot me, and I’m glad you did.”

A long, beautiful groan left him at that, but he gave one more lick across her belly and then stood and walked away to the bathroom. She wondered if Wolf-Gabe would have difficulty processing what he’d need to do in order to get the bath going, but before too long the sound of water hitting the tub reached her ears, and after another few minutes, she felt steady enough to sit upright and swing her legs off the bed. God, she felt tired and she ached beautifully. The sheets beneath her were a complete mess though. She stood shakily just as Gabe nosed the bathroom door back open and padded out on all fours this time, and she ran her fingers over his thick coat as he passed. He licked the outside of her hip and she laughed affectionately before vanishing into the bathroom.

“Bath’s almost ready,” she said a little while later as she stepped out with a towel around her, more for warmth than modesty.

To her surprise, she found that Gabe had returned to his human form while she’d been in there, the sounds of a transformation masked by the running water, and he was now sitting naked on the edge of the bed, his hands in his lap.

“You want to share a bath with me?” she asked. When she didn’t get any reaction from him, she frowned and crossed back to him. “You ok?” she asked, running her fingers through his hair.

He shuddered and exhaled a huge sigh, chest heaving, and he leaned into her touch. “Yeah,” he rasped.

“You didn’t have to shift back for me you know,” she said, wondering what had sent him a little sideways.

“Wanted to,” he said, eyes closed and still leaning the weight of his head into her palm. His voice was hoarse and gruff, and he sounded exhausted.

Odessa took his rough, lovely hands in hers, her towel staying in place with a fortuitously folded corner down her cleavage, and drew him to his feet and then into the bathroom. The water was gloriously hot, and she let him get into the bath first, legs parted so that she could sit between them.

When she sank in and leaned back against his chest, he let out a long, relieved hum of pleasure, and snaked his arms around her middle. He caressed the side of her head with his cheek again, not so much scenting her, she suspected, as just simply enjoying her presence through constant touch.

“I love you,” he whispered into a kiss that he pressed against her hair. “I love you, Odessa. I’m yours.”

The contact anchored them both as they lay in each other’s arms in the hot water, and while his hands began to wander and worship her again, there was none of the charged spark that had driven him to lose control earlier.

He did get valiantly half-hard behind her, but when she nudged her backside against him and hummed a question, he just shook his head. Instead, she let her fingertips play idly along his quads and around his knees, enjoying the feel of his skin and the soft hair on his shins while he cupped her breasts adoringly and pressed his palms across her soft stomach and kissed her over and over.

Drowsy and heavy with contented pleasure, she let him buttress her body up, surrendering completely to his touch.

When his fingers found their way between her legs again, her knees fell open as much as they were able to in the confines of the bath. Despite the heat of the water, she was sore from where Wolf-Gabe had stretched her, but with the warmth and the tenderness of his touch on only her clit and the surrounding, swollen flesh, she found herself sighing into his embrace again. Pleasure overrode any lingering discomfort, and she found herself aching to give him another one.

“Yes?” he asked with reverent surprise as he stilled his index and middle fingers and began kissing the shell of her ear instead, moving slowly down her neck as far as he could reach, raking and biting with blunt teeth until she gasped.  

“Yes,” she breathed, shivering and arching a little to get him to start moving his fingertips again. “Gabe, please…”

With slow, careful circles, he coiled her up again, and when she came it was almost without warning. With her head tipped back against his shoulder, moaning and sighing, and with his mouth on her neck and his fingertips pressed up against her clit on either side, it was so tender and overwhelming she began to cry.

He kissed the tears as they rolled down her cheeks and scented her again, all the while keeping his fingertips unmoving against her, holding her floating in that dreamy, in-between place for as long as she could bear it. Finally she slumped back into him and lay there, exhausted and on the verge of sleep again in the hot water of the bath.

It was only with a great effort of will on both their parts that they hauled themselves out of the tub, and after drying off, Gabe disappeared to fetch some clean bedding from the back of the wardrobe. In the end all they needed was a clean base sheet, since the duvet had been kicked off when he’d shifted, so with that done between them, she wriggled into some pyjamas and Gabe pulled the covers up around her as he climbed in beside her.

She lay facing him, and he curled up on his side too. Together their mirrored bodies almost made up the shape of a heart, though her half was smaller than his. Their knees touched, their foreheads touched, and their hands touched, but it wasn’t enough. She shuffled in close and burrowed against his chest while he rolled onto his back, one arm beneath her head and the other draped loosely across her waist. She slid her right thigh over his left and squeezed, and he kissed the crown of her head.

“Are you really alright?” he asked in a hoarse whisper, his left hand circling idly around her hip and backside. It seemed he couldn’t stop touching her.

“I’m more than alright, Gabe. If you don’t believe me and can’t smell it in my scent, I don’t know how else to convince you.”

He huffed a quick, shy laugh and kissed her forehead. “You smell happy,” he admitted. “And you smell like… mine,” he added, speaking into her hair. The words were so barely-audible that part of her wondered if he’d meant for her to hear them at all.

In the stretch of silence that followed, Odessa got the impression that there was something she was missing in all this; some extra depth to his worry that he wasn’t articulating, but she sighed, too exhausted to untangle it.

“You know,” she said drowsily, struggling to unpick exactly what she felt from the tangle of emotions in her chest. Silently, she blessed him for just lying there, with his thumb making small movements across her hip while he waited. “You make me feel like I’m… I’m the only thing in the whole world that matters to you.”

He swallowed audibly and kissed her forehead. “You are,” he said.

She squeezed him so tightly he actually wheezed and they both laughed. “Stop it,” she snorted, tapping his ribs with her fingertips. “How am I supposed to go home when you say things like that to me?”

He shrugged. “I’ll be here,” he said simply. “I’m yours. I’m not going anywhere.”

And with that simple knowledge tolling through them both like a midnight bell, they drifted off to sleep.

Odessa wasn’t sure where she ended and Gabe began as they lay with their legs intertwined and her torso draped across his, but she did know that she was exactly where she belonged.

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Oh Gabe...

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Cookie! I want to tease the boys! (mostly Issac and Alastair)

Oh i got chu fam 😘✨

as always MINORS DNI

NSFW (i hope you mean that kind of teasing if not, lemme no!)

Alastair:

there is a TON of things you could do to fluster this boy.

Not wearing underclothes on purpose especially if it rains or your getting wet some other way.

Alastair will be short circuiting, we know this.

but if you really wanna make him brain dead:

Tug on his choker/collar.

I promise he’s wearing one.

and i promise there’s never a moment he doesn’t salivate at the idea of you slipping your fingers up under the material, running over his soft skin.

There’s never a moment he isn’t dreaming of you dragging him with you around all day even if it’s just mundane shopping.

imagine you pulling him along and the suddenly detouring beyond the shopping district, he notices you’re now wandering past all the hubbub and out into a park… Into an area with more pivacy…

Thankfully, he’s wearing a huge crocheted sweater that’s covering his fully tented shorts.

He’s twitching painfully against the fabric, harder now that he’s anticipating what you’re taking him away from prying eyes to do to him.

He’s practically whining by the time you stop moving, little tears in his eyes threatening to fall. He wants you so bad.

You throw him to the ground and stand over him, he hurriedly reaches up to worship you, and you slap his hands away.

It’s your turn to take care of him.

He can’t help the little yelp of excitement, his fangs almost poking his chin as he takes his lower lip into his mouth.

You kneel down to unbutton his shorts, instead of a belt he’s wearing a pink, bow-tied, silk ribbon.

You take one of the long tails and pull it so painfully slowly.

His hips raise on their own and he takes a sharp breath in.

finally his bottoms are open, and you’re free to do with him whatever you want.

Issac:

Now this boy is way easier to fluster, i swear he’s kinda like allie, but def doesn’t like seeing your blood (even tho he sees it as much as he does). He is also Actually kinda innocent in a way, and very shy.

To fluster him, really all you’d have to do is touch him. literally just poke the poor boy on his shoulder and he might explode.

You put your palm flat to his back, thinking he needed some consoling…

Only for his body to shudder violently, you pull your hand back fast.

“Why-d-did you take your hand back?” (probably imagining cutting it off to have for his own use forever, but thinks better of it since it would get cold, and he’d be forced to see your blood again…)

“oh… I thought i hurt you ‘sall…” You put it back, and again he convulses.

Your warmth spreading to him through your open palm.

He breathes in.

His pants getting tighter.

Dev.in notices instantly and steps out, locking the door, and trapping you in with Issac…

Issac is FERAL.

He spins around and jumps you, he pins you to the bed you had both been sitting on.

“I can’t believe it, you love me back! i can feel it!”

“Wh-what?” You babble in a daze.

“I know you do! your warmth, it seeps into me… You want to be a part of me, just as i want to be a part of you…” His breathing and speech is completely erratic.

You can’t fight him off if you tried, at least he’s never as physically painful as Dev.in makes it for you.

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Hellooooo, i really enjoy your works and your requests were open so can i please request a reverse comfort where the reader comforts vergil after he had a nightmare

Sweet Dreams (Vergil Sparda x GN! Reader)

Word count: 1189

A/N: anon. your brain. it's massive. you didn't specify which game (which is perfectly okay!) so he can really be read as any version of Vergil throughout the series :D also thank you SO much for being my first request and i'm so glad you enjoy my works!! i really hope you enjoy!

warnings for vivid talks of nightmares (with comfort ofc), a little bit of blood, and some cussing here and there.

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Vergil has nightmares and you're there to keep him safe. You'd always keep him safe.

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A dull sound resounds through my dreams. I twitch. I shuffle my head out from where it lays under my pillows, like I always do to block the morning sun. I wait. Wake up some.

A scream.

Vergil.

Oh no. I jolt out of bed, nearly tripping over my sheets in the process and drag my sweatpants up my hips. I grab one of my knives and latch its holder belt across my waist.

I hear nothing but screams and inhuman cries and I pad along, rushing across the long U-shaped hall all the way to Vergil's room- on the exact other side from my own room.

I get to the door and try to open it, only to find it locked. I growl out in frustration and wedge my knife between the stained oak door frame and the door itself and shove. Hard. The door cracks open and I know I'll have to replace the frame later. Doesn't matter.

I bound into the room and stop just shy of Vergil's bed, ducking as his tail whips over my head.

As it whips again, his body half DTing in the height of his misery, I catch it in my hands and as it flicks and he claws through nightmares that are only in his head, I sit on his bed and drag his thrashing body into my lap.

"Vergil, wake up. C'mon, fuck, Vergil-" My words aren't working. His tail nearly slices its way out of my hand. I take a deep breath. Hold it.

"VERGIL!" I shout.

He bounces up in shock, almost knocking his head against mine. In his newly-awakened state, he claws his way to the edge of his bed, as far away from me as he can get and he scans the room for any dangers- and any of that which ailed him during the time of Nelo Angelo and Mundus.

His blue eyes are icy and cold but they're glowing a bright blue with his anger and fear. His brows are furrowed and he's bitten his lip so hard blood seeps into his nightshirt.

We're at a standstill and his breathing comes far heavier than mine. He's alert and afraid. I make the first move. Bad choice, but I do it anyways.

The point of his tail stops just short of piercing my jugular but his gaze softens the second I reach out both hands, palms up in a display of passivity. He allows one of my hands to move closer to his face and the second my hand is a hair's breadth away from his cheek, he grabs my wrist forcefully and smushes his face into my palm. His lip quivers and his eyes sharpen before they close and he lets out a sob. His tail drops.

I move closer and despite his size versus mine, I do my best to pull him back up to the headboard and as much into my lap as I can manage.

He's wracking with sobs and I know there's this narrow margin for which I can calm him while Nero and Dante are away on a mission. I know there's this minute, minuscule, fraction of a margin in which I can convince him he's safe.

I push his face into my shoulder and he cries out so loudly, so much more verbal than I'm used to, and my heart clenches horribly.

"Vergil, hey, I've got you. You're safe. You're at the DMC, you're safe with me, in Redgrave." I say as I stroke my fingers through his hair. His breathing is erratic but already, he's begun to calm. I'm lucky he didn't go for the Yamato in his cusp of fear when he first awoke.

He says nothing but I continue anyways.

"I've got you, it's okay. You're safe. Dante and Nero are kickin' demon butt for the week with Trish and Lady and Nico. And soon, Dante'll be back with enough pizza to feed a small army and he'll piss you off as the ladies laugh. And he'll throw a beer bottle at you- again- like he always does, and you'll try to stab him with the Yamato like always and Nero'll call you two dumbasses." I finish.

I'm breathless by the time I'm done but my words have more than done the job. My presence helps tremendously too. Vergil's breathing has evolved into hiccups and sniffles in my now tear-soaked tanktop. I don't mind so much. I make a mental note to tell Dante to let Vergil kick his ass when he gets back.

My hands keep curling through the thick pale strands of Vergil's hair. I move my other hand to his bedside table and grab the glass of water he keeps there and carefully open his drawer to get one of the cloths kept within. I pour the water carefully onto the cloth and begin dabbing gently at Vergil's blotchy cheeks to clean up the drying tears.

He hates that I'm looking and tries to hide his face from me. He doesn't want to seem weak. He doesn't want me to hate him. I couldn't even if I tried to.

I continue cleaning his face and I look him over, checking for any wounds. He has a few small swollen marks from his dulled nails and the new cut in his lip from his teeth, but aside from that and the damage to his throat and mind, he seems no worse for wear. I sigh in relief.

I lean down and press a soothing kiss against his forehead as I move his hair back from his face. I wipe at the blood on his lips. Good as new. The cut should heal come sunrise. I look to the window briefly. Probably past 3.

"I've got you, darling, I've got you. I need you to sit up a bit for me, okay?" I ask, setting the washcloth on his bedside table.

Vergil nods slowly and I let him take his time in shuffling himself upright into a comfier position. When he has, I bring the glass of water to his lips and hold it as he drinks graciously. He hums a bit more clearly now, though his throat is still torn from his screams.

I don't ask and he doesn't say anything, other than-

"Thank you." Vergil says softly. He leans toward me as I move the glass to set it back down safely. It's his turn to kiss at my forehead and I smile up at him.

I let him lay back down under the covers and his fingers play with his amulet thoughtlessly. A comfort him and his twin shared in rare moments.

As I snuggle next to him, he pushes himself into me as much as he can comfortably and I simply hold him as he needs me to as he drifts to sleep.

Right before he goes, into a far safer and much more guarded dreamland, he murmurs into my skin, "I love you."

I smile again and kiss his hair fondly. My fingers rub soothing figure eights into his back softly.

"I love you too, Vergil. Sweet dreams."

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It is her first time trying to sleep in the shadowlands, and Rakha has a very restless time of it at first. The dark magic of the place stings and sizzles on her skin, through her mind, agitating the beast; its dreams and images of blood and blood and blood and blood are fiercer than usual tonight, ragged and raw.

But eventually, her exhaustion wins out over her turmoil, and she drifts into sleep, twitching and shivering...

...and her mind calms and drifts to silence as she wakes within the Prism.

For a moment she sits still with her eyes half-closed, simply relishing that silence. It has been some time since she was pulled into one of these dreams, but the peace that it provides is like the hit of some potent drug. It is the only time the beast and the tadpole (and, now, the caustic burn of the Shadowland's corrupted magic) are ever truly quiet; even Spaw's spores were not so thorough.

Eventually she looks up and finds the Guardian watching her. She's leaning against one of the pillars - out of armor this time, and instead dressed in a strange, short lavender garment, revealing long legs and bare arms. She looks utterly exhausted.

"The voice of the Absolute is strong here," she says - and the exhaustion is in her voice, too, heavy and sad. "And getting stronger. I don't know how much longer I can resist it." A pause, and then she lifts her head and offers Rakha a slight smile. "But it's good to see you're making progress."

She moves to sit down heavily at Rakha's side - carefully leaving a little distance between them. "You took an unexpected route here," she goes on, watching the half-orc sidelong. "You did a brave thing, saving those people in the grove."

Wyll said the same - that he was proud of her for what she did for the teeth-lings. She still doesn't fully understand it. "I didn't do it for them," she mutters. "The goblins were in my way, so I killed them."

Perhaps she expects the guardian, like Wyll, to disapprove of this harsh practicality - but instead the woman smiles. "I commend your efficiency," she murmurs.

Then she flinches suddenly, as if at a sharp pain in her head, and her breath hisses outward. "It just doesn't stop," she groans. "We are being bombarded by waves of telepathic energy. Wave after wave with hardly a breath between them. I almost dare not rest. Each wave, a set of orders to the infected." She flicks another weary glance at Rakha. "The order for your transformation has been given many times already."

"My transformation?"

She shudders involuntarily at the thought. In the daylight, her concern is often more for the constant growling of the beast than for the more subtle machinations of the parasite - but she is reminded abruptly now of that more hideous fate the guardian has been protecting them from. She remembers the squirming under her skin, the pain in her bones, as the transformation tried to begin once before.

"Yes," the woman says gravely. "But the orders are... oddly erratic. As if the Absolute cannot make up its mind." She frowns. "I don't fully understand." Her shoulders slump, again a slight sign of that inexpressible weariness. "In any case, the Absolute knows you carry me with you now. It wants to retrieve me."

There are so many answers Rakha wants - needs - from this woman. But for a moment, they all pale beside a sudden fear that this protection will break, that she will no longer be able to hope for these brief moments of respite and silence. "Can I still count on you?" she asks in a low voice.

The guardian looks at her steadily for a long, long moment. "Yes," she says, and her voice is oddly gentle.

Then she draws away, stands up abruptly and moves to look out over the starry vista around them.

"I am the only one who can resist the Absolute's influence. Hence its fear of me - its desperation," she goes on. "Unfortunately, that also means it is dedicating more and more resources to my retrieval. The task ahead is monumental, but we're all that stands between victory for the Absolute and freedom for all." She turns and looks down at Rakha. "This is not just about you and I anymore. It has become far bigger than us."

She waits silently while Rakha thinks through this.

Yes. Bigger... The presence of the Harpers makes that clear, as does what they saw at the goblin camp. They are not the only victims of these parasites. The leaders at the goblin camp were preparing for war. And the Harpers are doing the same.

Rakha does not have a strong conception of war, or of the threat to so many people beyond her own little group. But regardless - she wants to destroy this cult for what it has done to her personally, and all the better, all the more purpose, if it helps others as well. It is how Wyll would think of it.

She nods slowly.

The guardian returns the gesture and turns away. "You must infiltrate Moonrise Towers. Discover the secrets of the Absolute and put an end to it - so we can finally be free. Now I must rest... and you must carry on. Do not let my efforts be in vain."

[lumitris]

┊ ┊⋆ ┊ . 𝒥𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂𝓈 ◞ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊 . ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ @bitbrumal ⤸ [  SPANK  ] ;  the sender spanks the receiver.  :^) i'm sure you can guess- kaeya hauls amber over his generous lap one day, fed up with the corsetry of work & the tedium of other people's problems - pent-up as ever just because she exists & so does he--- somehow, she is the antithesis to his patience. one bony hand catches both her wrists & yanks her forward, sideways / into him & over his spread thighs. if his voice is a little harsh- "hello, bunny." -so be it. it disturbs her pretty brown hair, warms her little ear as he curls over her / crushes her between muscular thighs & an equally annoying chest. her ear's flushing red already. "i have some time off," there are piles of h i s work on h e r table. with an eagerness that rewards itself with relief, nerves that finally settle from their jitter: kaeya leashes her struggle into stillness. "so you do, too." never let it be said he does not play favourites. his free hand finds her rear. with generous force.

Arms raise, stretching with a vigorous sigh, turning body side to side. Even after a hard mornings work, Mondstadt's resident Outrider is still raring to go. Right, she better get back to it. When the door opens, she perks up, headband twitching as she goes to turn;  ❝  Hm-?  ❞  The door shuts behind them with force, && before she knows it, a hand manages to ensnare her WRISTS and yank her forward. 

           A squeak of a yelp, a muffled OMPH as she comes crashing down on HIS lap. Immediately, she knows who it is; but it doesn't stop her from trying to get up. ❝  Wha- Kaeya, hey-!  ❞  At least, that had been her initial response, before words whisper into her ear, silencing her at once; a thump in her throat as pulse begins to RACE. 

Ah, her heart couldn't take this; it really felt like it was going to explode already. He could turn her entire world upside down in an instant, an intimacy to immediately submit; well, it didn't stop her from trying to reposition herself enough for SOME decency, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen. That in itself just made things WORSE for her, and a tiny, subdued whine passes open lips. 

 ❝  Nnn but I don't- ...  ❞  She doesn't have time off, is what she wishes to respond with, but she also doesn't want to move, can't ever will herself away from him. She adored this. Besides, all thoughts go right out the window when his hand smacks hard against her rear- 

         The sensation is instant, a pathetic cry (a moan, god, it's a moan, he's really doing this to her) at the contact which stings in the aftermath. Her own HEARTBEAT WAILS in her eardrums, legs twitching, body immediate to squirm as fingers dig into his leg. God, holy- erratic breathing is unable to contain itself, forming into sharp, vocal pants.  ❝  Kaeya.  ❞  Whining his name, head dips, a moments shame washing over her. 

          She's already completely won over, and god it did hurt, it really did sting, but it was embarrassing how much she enjoyed it; does he know that? How easy it was for him to make her mind go BLANK. 

          ❝  Nn ... o-okay .. I ah-  ❞  Amber can take a break, she can; she's forgotten what she was supposed to be doing anyway. Right now, only he occupies her thoughts. What was his expression right now? She wants to see him ... she can only try and sneak a gaze from her position, but it's barely any use. In and out, she tries to regulate her heavily breathing, tries not to be SO vocal, tries to form an actual sentence without going completely blank.  ❝  ...again ...  ❞  Now, her gaze drops, and she wants to cover her BURNING HOT face; god, oh wow, she said that, with no shame at all ... he can't tease her like this, she's dying here.