#so the hair goes all the way down from the hair to tail on the spine

[puppyeared]

mmm, mmonkey

[nanaslutt]

Man child Gojo Satoru

synopsis: you and Gojo have a newborn, and he's jealous of the little brat taking up all your attention

cont: fem reader, established relationship, dirty talk, lactation kink (very brief), gojo is a big baby, oral(f!r), masturbation, jealousy

MDNI

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You press a kiss to the little boy's head, his pretty white hair resembling that of his father's tickling your cheek as you pull away. You place your hands on the side of the crib and smile at the little man before you walk out of his room, leaving the door slightly cracked as you leave.

You and Satoru had placed the baby's room adjacent to your own so you could hear him crying easily, it also made you feel better about being so close to him. He was your whole world, aside from the other man baby who was currently standing in your bedroom doorway with his arms crossed, only dressed in a white t-shirt and tight boxers.

Satoru opened his arms as he welcomed your embrace, your body falling against his as you melted against his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Every day I thank the gods we didn't end up with a fussy baby. He goes to sleep so easy." Gojo smiled, placing his chin on the top of your head. 

You pulled your head off of his chest and looked at him deadpan, "and he sure as hell didn't get that from you." you jabbed before pulling away and slipping under his arm as you entered your bedroom. Satoru was hot on your tail, turning on his heels quickly he kicked the bedroom door shut, following you in your pursuit towards the bed.

"Are you tryna pick a fight with me right now?" Gojo teased, raising his eyebrows as your body bounced on the bed as you sat on the edge. Your eyes followed his as he quickly made his way between your legs, standing between them. You shut your eyes as Gojo cupped your face, his fingers caressing the skin of your cheeks and neck soothingly. You hummed at his comforting touch, letting your hands instinctually reach out and rest weakly against his hips.

"I have no energy to fight with you." You responded, leaning your head against one of Gojo's palms as he kept up the touch, his watchful eyes taking in the gorgeous expanse of your tired face. Gojo hummed, his pitch raising in a question, "You? Have no energy to fight with me?" Gojo asked in astonishment, letting out a small giggle at his own words.

You nodded, obviously sleepy enough that you were even unable to respond to his teasing. "Awww, poor baby." Gojo cooed, trying to hide his teasing tone behind faux sympathy. Your hands fell to his hair as he got down on his knees slowly, one leg after the other, until his chest was pressed against the side of the bed as he laid between your legs.

"Want me to help you relax, mommy? Satoru teased, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs, his fingers teasing the skin of your legs hidden by the soft satin of your night shorts. You sighed heavily, your hands carding through his hair your husband continued to pepper soft kisses agaisnt your legs, causing goosebumps to appear on your skin. 

"Satoru..." You sighed, your head tipping back as he inched his lips closer and closer to where you knew you needed him the most. Gojo was so nimble, always waiting until your weakest moment when he knew you couldn't refuse him to pounce. Satoru never once stopped his soft lips from caressing your skin, not even when he slipped his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and started sliding them down, over your ass, and down the soft skin of your legs.

Gojo's hungry eyes took in the bareness of your cunt. He loved that you didn't wear panties when you slept, it made certain sunrise activities way more convenient and accessible to Gojo. He could smell your arousal from the proximity of your cunt to his face. He so badly wanted to lean in and part your folds with his tongue, exposing just how wet you were between them. He could feel himself start to salivate just thinking about it.

"Satoru not tonight... I'm so tired." You pleaded, no real seriousness behind your words, and Gojo knew that. "I know baby, I know. Don't gotta do anything, just lay back and let me make you feel good. Let me do allllll the work~" Gojo cooed in his teasing sing sing-songy voice, his breath tickling your skin as he pressed a kiss to the inner spot where your leg and body meet. 

You laid back against the sheets, your body falling into them with a soft 'thwump' as the smooth silk welcomed your tired body. Gojo sat up on his knees and placed your thighs over his shoulders, getting into position before he properly ate you out. "Satoru..." You tried to protest weekly, your exhaustion hitting you tenfold when the sheets caressed your body so comfortingly, like they were trying to lull you into dreamland as you lay there.

"I haven't touched you in weeks because of that kid. He gets your attention more than I do these days." Gojo sulked, "Don't push me away." His words were followed by his hands squeezing your thighs harder as he held them over his shoulders. You cracked a smile at his words, your head tipping down slightly so you could look at him as you spoke, "Satoru, he's a baby, are you really jealous of a baby?" You ask, holding back a laugh.

You were unable to keep your head up for long. The soreness seeping into your bones made you drop your head back against the sheets before he could respond. "A baby that sees your tits more than I do..." Satoru tsked, pursing his lips as he pouted, trying to look at your face. "My tits," you repeated the vulgar word, "are his food, Satoru." You responded, shaking your head at his childishness.

"They could be mine too....." Gojo mumbled, his voice almost quiet enough that you missed it. Satoru was groveling for a reason you were very familiar with. You let him try your breast milk before the baby was born, and clearly, that had been a huge mistake. Not only had Gojo gotten to suck on your tits and relieve you of your pain, but he got to taste another part of you, and from the first drop, he has been addicted.

You only let him try your milk one other time before the baby was born and he curses you every day for not letting him taste you more, because the little milk monster you popped out was a gluttonous baby cow. He greedily drank up all of your milk every time he fed, and cried for more. Which was good for you and the baby, but the worst thing imaginable for Gojo. 

You knew Gojo would get addicted, which is why you limited his supply before the baby was born, but clearly, two times was too many to expose him to such a rare treat. "For the last time, this is food for our baby child, not my grown man child." You sighed, some of your snarkiness coming back to you as Gojo's warm hands and lips caressed your skin, waking you up a bit. 

"I don't care how many times you tell me that, I'm not going to get over it." Satoru retorted, resting his head against your thigh in defeat, the soft strands of his hair tickling your skin and he rubbed against you. You sighed before you spoke, your eyes darting around the ceiling as you gathered your words. "Are you... really feeling neglected...?" You asked, your thighs subtly squeezing against Gojo's neck as you felt your arousal start to creep up on you.

Gojo perked up at your words, his fingers teasing the skin of your thighs as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to the skin right above your clit, teasing you. "So neglected baby... just wanna taste my wife's pussy and I can't even do that." Gojo pouted, putting on his best act. He had you right where he wanted you. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, your eyes falling shut as you pulled your lip between your teeth.

"O-okay, do whatever you want just... don't take too long, I really am exhausted, Toru." You gave in, gripping the silk sheets between your fingers by your side as you spoke. Gojo's grin grew twice the size, a satisfied humm left his lips before he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss directly on your clit, making your body jolt in surprise. "You know I never do," Gojo replied cockily. 

Satoru's lips latched around your clit not even a second later, his eagerness clearly showing. His eyes rolled back in his head as he tasted your juices on his tongue as he licked up your folds before focusing on your clit, his tongue batting against it and sending delicious pleasure down your spine. Your stomach clenched and your back arched when he moaned against you, the vibrations stimulating your clit just right.

"Oh- oh fuck-" You moaned, a little too loud for Gojo's liking. "Shhhh... we aren't alone anymore. I know it feels good but you gotta keep it down. Don't wanna wake the kiddo." Gojo cooed, his voice coming out slurred from how pussydrunk he already was. Normally, he wouldn't give a fuck how loud you were being, and would instead encourage you to be louder, but he knew rationally that if the baby woke up right now, you would bite his head off. 

You were trusting Satoru and leaving everything to him in such a vulnerable, sleepy state, and Gojo was going to prove to you he could hold that responsibility. So although the only thing he wanted was to get lost in your cunt while he made you scream and shake on his tongue, he had to keep some part of his brain functioning rationally so you could relax and be at ease while he took care of everything. 

"Here," Gojo added, reaching by his side to grab your nightshorts. He placed them on your midsection, flicking them towards you with his fingers. "Bite this for me, you can be as loud as you want if you're gagged," he explained, watching as your glassy, unfocused eyes looked down at the cloth before you used a weak hand to grab it and stuff it in your mouth. 

"Good girl mama, now just feel good for me." You placed both of your hands over your mouth, gripping onto the fabric to support yourself and also keep yourself quiet. When Gojo's tongue went to work on you once more, your head started spinning. You felt so out of it, each lick and kiss he placed on your cunt only relaxed your further, making you sleepier and sleepier.

Gojo, on the other hand, was feeling quite the opposite. He had abandoned one of his hands on your legs around his shoulders and had slipped it in his boxers, jerking himself off as he ate you out. He matched his strokes with his tongue as he licked you inside and out, making sure his tongue touched every inch of you. his pretty flushed cockhead poked out from the band of his boxers and was leaking precum all over his fingers as he needily jerked himself off.

Gojo moaned when he opened his mouth against you to stick his tongue inside you, and your walls immediately clenched around it. "Fuck- I missed this so much," Gojo whined between thrusts of his tongue. "You taste so good, mmm-" His eyes rolled back in his head, "-could do this forever." You were too out of it to notice the squelching of Gojo's hand furiously stroking over his cock while he tonguefucked you.

You thought the shaking bed was from your body, when in fact it was from Gojo's hand. He was trembling against you, feeling so overwhelmed as he took in your taste and scent after being without it for so long. You were unable to respond from the cloth shoved so deep in your mouth, that all you could do was reach one of your hands into his hair and grip it harshly, letting you know you heard his words and reciprocated them.

Your head thrashed side to side against the sheets as his soft, careful sucks turned needy and sloppy. His tongue spelled his name quickly agaisnt your clit before his lips wrapped around it and he suckled, hard, making your back arch dramatically off the bed from the intense stimulation. Gojo laughed against your folds, totally pussydrunk as his mouth moved against you.

His teeth grazed your folds as he opened and closed his mouth against you, his tongue spreading messily against your cunt as he tried to suck in as much as he could of you into his mouth. He had to grip his cock harshly at the base to prevent himself from cumming too soon. He could tell you were close, he just needed to hold out a little longer.

"Fuck... wanna hear you tell me how good it feels." Gojo blabbed, his hand stuttering over his cock as he started losing his pace, his voice vibrating against you as he spoke, making your body jerk and jolt against him, your cunt humping into his mouth simultaneously. "W-wanna hear you cry my name when you cum for me-" he continued, his own words working himself up as he ate you out with more vigor.

Your legs clamped shut around his head as you were worked up to the edge by Gojo's expert tongue licking over your folds. You wanted to respond, you really did, but the both of you knew if you took out your gag, you would wake the baby. "Your so wet- f-fuck so fucking wet, you gonna cum?" Gojo wined, jerking himself off faster when he picked up on all the telltale signs of your orgasm. 

You nodded, your whines increasing in volume, still significantly muffled by the gag. "Oh god- me too- cum on my face- n-need you to-" You cut his pussy drunk rambling off by using the last of the strength you had to shove his head into your pussy, forcing him to shut up and eat you out. Gojo's eyes fluttered back in his head at your show of dominance as you took what you needed, humping your hips against his mouth as you used his tongue to get you off.

Gojo's nails dug into your thigh when his orgasm hit him with yours. His eyes rolled back repeatedly in his head and his abs clenched as he came all over his fist and the edge of the bed. Hot ropes of white cum sticking to his skin and the silk sheets as he released his thick load, wishing he was cumming inside you instead. You rode your high out with him, your body shaking and trembling with the force as you jerked forward with every wave of your orgasm that washed over you.

You gasped and whined muffled slurs of Satoru's name against the silk as you came, hard. Gojo kept sloppily working his tongue on your clit right up until your legs loosened from around his neck, allowing him to breathe. You both jerked every so often as the aftershocks wracked your body. Satoru's hands caressed the skin of your thighs soothingly as he helped you come down.

Your breathing slowly started to even out as you relaxed more and more, letting your husband's warm hands lull you closer and closer to dreamland. You could barely register the praise he was cooing at you as your body relaxed agaisnt him. 

"Good girl did so good for me."

"Made such a mess on my face."

"I love you so much, thank you" 

His words all muddled into one as your eyes finally fluttered shut as you fell unconscious. Gojo rose from his place between your legs, confused as to why you were being so quiet. When his eyes settled on your familiar sleeping face, he smiled softly, shaking his head as he tucked his cock back in his pants and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. 

He giggled as he realized the cloth was still in your mouth. Leaning forward while smirking, he easily pulled out the garment from between your lips and replaced it with his own as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips, slightly cracked open from pulling the gag out.

He leaned back from the kiss and slid his hands down your unconscious body, watching how steady your breath was, and how relaxed you looked. He slid his hands under your arms and held your limp body against his chest as he situated the two of you under the covers, placing your body on top of his as he wrapped his arms against you, snuggling you as you slept so peacefully. "Glad I licked your pussy now, huh?" Gojo laughed, "You're gonna sleep like a baby tonight~" 

He hoped you didn't mind the stickiness between your thighs from your cum when you woke up in the morning. He was only planning on holding you for a couple of minutes, just wanting to relish the feeling of your body against his before he cleaned you up. But unbeknownst to him, he was a lot more tired than he initially thought, leading him to join you in dreamland within those five minutes.

[curseddollfaye]

Imagine Gojo as a girl dad and his little twin comes home from school one day after a long day of preschool. Her white hair pulled up in two pig tails as she chatters your ear off when you pulled up home and unlock the front door. Your laugh muffled by your hand as you walk down the hall with your daughter skipping ahead of you.

“Papa! Guess what!” She yells as soon as she spots him in the kitchen, already preparing her favorite after school snack; Dino nuggets and ketchup

“Princess! Oh daddy missed you soooo much!” Your husband as dramatic as ever helps her remove her backpack and put her lunchbox to the side as he lifts her up and tosses her little body in the air. The kitchen echoing with the sounds of your daughter content with being in the safe arms of her father.

“What is it you want to tell me hmm?” He presses a big smack of a kiss to her forehead as he moves to fix her plate for her while she waits on the island counter. A cheeky smile on her face which scares you sometimes on how much it looks exactly like Gojo.

“Go ahead baby tell daddy what happened at school” You nonchalantly him fixing a pigtail.

Your daughters eyes sparkle as a plate of nuggets as ketchup is presented to her. Taking t-Rex shape and generously dipping it into her ketchup. “I’m getting married Papa” She says it so seriously it’s comical how Gojo’s brightened up face falls.

You swear you see the last of air escape his lungs, leaving the man breathless and stressed.

By a four year old.

“W-what? To who?!”

“Jack! He goes to my school Papa!” She laughs as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Of course she wanted a wedding just like the pictures her mama showed her from their family picture album.

“Well you can’t get married” You snort a laugh as he sends you a glare. How can you laugh at times like these? Your little girl is fixated on getting married to some bastard 4 year old who probably says the same thing to all the other little girls! That just won’t do.

“Im going to need to have a talk with him”

“No papa you can’t until the wedding! Oh by the way, I needs some monies” Gojo’s twin mumbles.

The act the same too You think watching the gears in Gojo’s head turn.

“Well you can’t get married” He shrugs

“Why?” your daughter frowns.

“Ah man you havent heard? They just ran out of weddings baby girl. Who knows when they’ll restock”

“Oh” his sweet baby frowns, he swears he sees her almost tear up but he quickly intervenes.

The next best thing next to a wedding.

“But daddy will take you out for some ice cream and buy another toy you can pick out! You wanted that new bluey toy this morning right? The one from the tv?”

“Satoru she just got that massive Barbie dream house delivered the other day she doesn’t need-“

“Yay!” Your daughter squeals and tosses herself into her fathers arms.

Problem solved for now , weddings are discontinued in your house until further notice…

[dante-mightdie]

Viking!Soap who goes off pillaging, as one does in their free time, and comes back to Price with the squealing, kicking daughter of their (now dead) enemy clan’s chief.

Basically, “Look what I caught,” he says as reader kicks at him to let her go, to no avail, as she calls him a brute. He looks at Price like a dog bringing its master a bird.

god I woke up and hour ago to check my inbox and you guys sent in so many good ass requests i’m so proud of all of you

c/w: basically kidnapping, anal, stripping, dub-con/non-con, mentions of alcohol and pillaging, I can’t write in a scottish accent leave me alone

price had already settled down for the evening, his heavy cloak was slung over the chair in the corner of the room. his long hair had been taken out of the same bun he puts it in everyday, mousse brown hair falling in waves all the way down to his shoulders

he had planned on relaxing in front of the fireplace, nursing a bottle of mead but those plans seem unlikely now judging by the sounds of chaos approaching his tent. loud boisterous footsteps and laughter combined with high-pitched shrieks and cries

john knows that it’s johnny before he even sees him, that scottish brogue is unmistakable. he lets out a deep sigh when he finally sees the warrior burst into his home, a wound-up girl slung over his shoulder. price narrows his eyes as he watches johnny manhandle you, your back to his chest as he holds you down with his arms around your waist

“look what a’ found for ye, chief.” johnny says, a big grin spreading across his face as you kick and thrash in his arms, screaming your head off about what a brute he is, “stop yer whingin’, hen.”

“found?” price grunts out, taking a sip of the honeyed alcohol with a seemingly unfazed look on his face. your aggravated thrashes have calmed down to quiet sobs as you plead for these big, horrible men to let you go

“Anno ye said tae leave that clan alone, chief but ah caught this one bathing in the stream and knew ye would like her.” you can practically hear johnnys tail wagging when the apparent chief stands up and walks over to you, gripping your chin to examine your face before letting out a pleased grunt

“ye like her?” johnny all but whines, dropping you to the floor when the chief jerks his head to signal to out you down. you scramble to your feet, taking a few steps back and backing yourself into a corner

price lets out a small amused huff at your fight, downing the rest of his drink in a few big gulps. he walks over to you, your attempts to push him away are pitiful as his hands grip the hem of your dishevelled dress and tears the fabric in two

you squeal and weakly punch at his chest as he strips you down with what seems like no effort at all. your hands only stopping to cover your completely exposed body. johnny takes this as his cue to leave, turning on his heel with a defeated look on his face

“get over here, boy. I’ll let you have a taste after i’m finished with her.” price says, not even turning to look at johnny. instead keeping his animal gaze on your tits as he gropes them with his rough hand, “need you to tire her out so she doesn’t keep me up all night.”

johnny doesn’t need to be told twice as he takes his spot next to the bed, hand sliding up his kilt to stroke at his cock which had been hard since he snatched you up from your burning home

john grabs your upper arm and manhandles you over to the bed, bending you over the mattress and pinning your wrists to your lower back with just one of his monstrous hands

“please.” you plead, “i’m already promised to someone!”

price lets out a proper laugh at that one, lifting his spare hand and bringing it down on your ass with a thundering crack that echoes throughout the room. you squeal out in bed, pushing back your hips when his hand soothes over sore skin

“then I guess i’ll just have to kill him.” he grunts with a weak shrug of his shoulders as he shamelessly gropes your ass. this does little to soothe you as you soon start up your useless kicking and thrashing again. price only responds to this with another hard slap to your ass, “settle down. I’m not gonna fuck your cunt tonight. I know a lady when I see one. I’ll treat you proper on our wedding night, yeah?”

john uses his grip on your ass to spread your cheeks, spitting a fat glob of salvia at the right rim of muscle above your pussy. two of his thick fingers prodding at your ass before slipping inside. you squirm in his tight hold, let out a loud whine

he lets you adjust for a little while, waiting until your cries had settled down to soft sniffles before beginning to fuck your ass with his fingers. johnny makes himself known with his soft grunts and the slick sounds of his cock being stroked under his kilt

your soft pleads for him to stop are coated with cracked moans as he stretches your ass out. ha scissors his fingers inside, pulling them out when he feels little resistance. he fishes his cock out from his trousers and pressing the tip to the entrance of you

you whine and wiggle your hips slightly, your pathetic attempts at trying to get away do nothing to help as he grabs his cock and pushes himself inside you. his fingers couldn’t compare to this burn of being stretched like this on his cock

johnny lets a choked moan, throwing his head back as precum dribbles from his tip

“quit your whining, mutt. you’ll get your turn.” john grunts, grabbing your legs and putting them over his shoulders as he begins to fuck into your ass relentlessly

his face is inches away from yours, the animalistic glint in his eyes is a sharp contrast to the glossy, subdued look in yours

“he wouldn’t know what to do with a wiley little brat like you, girlie.” he grunts in your ear, one hand coming down to rub your clit with his thumb. he lets out a loud groan when he feels your ass clamp down around his thick cock, “don’t worry, I’ll take all that fight outta ya.”

[the-panda-queen]

Brothers Favorite Sleeping Positions w/ You

cw: slightly suggestive with some, gn reader, some can be read platonically

Part 2 here

Lucifer: Loves to sleep face to face. Will wrap his arms and legs around you and nestle his face in your hair/ on the top of your head. Will grumble if you try to switch to spooning. He wants to wake up and see your beautiful face. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ.

If you’re the type of person to wake up in the middle of the night for a lil snack just know he converted one of his nightstands into a mini fridge. He might pretend it’s always been that way but seeing it’s filled with all of your favorites you’ll see through his ruse easily. If you need to go to the bathroom he’ll let you go and stay awake til you get back before nestling into you again. Take too long and he’ll go looking for you.

Mammon: Big fan of spooning. While he does eat up being the little spoon, he likes being the big spoon more. He’ll tuck one arm under your head and rest his hand on your chest, giving it a lil squeeze while his other arm goes over your waist and hand rests on your pelvis. He’s not trying to seduce you, he just finds it comforting.

Leaving for a midnight snack or bathroom is difficult. He won’t wake up but whine and grumble once you leave his grasp. Once you come back to bed he wraps around you immediately as if trying to fuse with your skin. Good luck if you try to leave again.

Also he runs even warmer in his sleep so if you’re feeling a bit hot get ready to sweat buckets cause he sure as heck ain’t lettin go twice. (；′⌒`)

Leviathan: Once he’s comfortable enough to share a bed or his tub he’ll wrap his tail around you and hold you close. You have a bit more freedom in the position you want to sleep in. He’ll just snuggle in any way you let him. If you sleep in his tub it’s a mess of arms, legs, and tail being wrapped in.

He keeps snack in his room already so if you get hungry there’s no reason to leave. You’re close enough to share a sleeping space with him so he’ll definitely have your favorite snacks too. Going to get the snacks he’ll subconsciously shift into his demon form to elongate his tail so it can still wrap around you. If you need to go to the bathroom his tail obviously cannot follow. Will definitely cry in his sleep thinking you left him. (╥﹏╥) Hurry back!

Satan: Likes to fall asleep with you resting your head on his chest and running his fingers down your back. He’ll listen to the gentle sound of your breathing as you fall asleep then knock out himself soon afterwards.

Getting a snack or going to the bathroom in the middle of the night isn’t a hassle with him. He might shift a little in his sleep but not much else. In half awake state he’ll feel your side of the bed, if it’s gone cold you’ve been gone too long he’ll assume one of his brother has taken you and rush out of the room to track you down.

Asmo: Loves when you both sleep au naturale, you never know what could happen ;) -nothing will happen Asmo is very serious about his beauty rest especially on a school night plz don’t tease him it’s cruel T_T adores sleeping on your chest. He’ll listen to the steady thrumming of your heartbeat as he falls asleep while circling his arms around you.

Leaving his bed is difficult, your left arm is dead from him resting on it and his bedding is so soft and cushiony you have a hard time rolling out of it. Once you make it out Asmo has rolled to the middle of the bed with his body splayed out. (* ￣︿￣) Good luck trying to get back in, you’d honestly just be better off going to your own room once you’ve gone to the bathroom/ had your snack. Sorry

Beel: Is very worried about hurting you in his sleep. You’re so fragile it scares him. Feels most confident in your safety if you're laying on top of him, like he's your bed. If you’re the type to sleep through the night he’ll do his best to ignore his stomach grumbling and also try to sleep through the night as well. Can generally hold off on waiting to eat in the morning if it’s for you. The brothers have mixed feelings on this arrangement, on one hand their snacks are less likely to “disappear” but that means you have to sleep with Beel.

If you wake up in the middle of the night for a snack or to go to the bathroom he’s stoked. Will gladly take you down to the kitchen with him and give you whosever snack is in the fridge, doesn’t matter who it belongs to. (*￣▽￣)旦 且(´∀`*) If you try to deny the snack he’ll give you a soft smile and tell you he’ll take them blame so please eat. The brothers hate this arrangement even more. Will definitely try and stop the two of you from sleeping together.

Belphie: As long as he feels like he’s being the one pampered he’s fine. He likes when you both fall asleep face to face and he can snuggle into your chest. He’ll wraps himself around you and rest his tail along your back (canonically it has spikes in it so please be careful moving in your sleep, it will hurt if to try to lay on it).

Another one who’s difficult if you’re one who gets up in the middle of the night. His grip becomes a vice and you’re having to wrestle yourself free. Gasping you hurriedly run out of the room to do your business, even giving yourself another moment before making your way back. Once you come back though he’s quick to wrap around you once more. Will definitely mumble his grievances about your departure however brief. he might even bite you to teach you a lesson on leaving him <(￣ ﹌ ￣)>

felt like it got kinda long towards to end but oh well.…should I do the rest of the cast next? lemme know!

[luveline]

What about a lil fic of the first time bombshell reader gets mad at Spencer? Like it can be while they r dating or before and May be r is giving Spencer quiet treatment?

ty for requesting! ♡ fem, 1.3k

Spencer waits for Morgan to get up for a coffee before he gets up himself, tailing his teasing teammate to the microwave. He's hoping Morgan's in a sympathetic mood today, because Spencer is in dire need of some sympathy. 

"Loverboy," Morgan says, his voice steeped in suspicion. "Can I help you with something?"

"Do you know why Y/N's upset?" 

"You don't? You're the expert." 

Spencer rubs at his nose, the beginning of another migraine brewing between his eyes. The gesture draws a little more empathy than his misguided question. 

"You're gonna have to ask her yourself. I don't want her angry at me too, she's gonna fix my computer before Garcia finds out I fell for her phishing email test." 

"I've been asking her. It's making it worse. She won't answer my questions anymore. She just hums." 

"Silent treatment. Yikes." Morgan sips his tea through a grimace. "I mean, you must've done something bad. She's usually so–" 

"Lovely?" 

"–in love with you." Morgan laughs as he wanders off in the direction of the stairs up to Hotch's office. "Same thing."

Spencer decides to make a cup of bribery tea for you. He microwaves a mug of hot water and plunks a bag of your favourite blend in without ceremony, bobbing it up and down as he watches you from over his shoulder. You've moved desks upon request to sit with the rest of the team and opposite Spencer (against Hotch's self-proclaimed better judgement), your things set carefully in contrast to his books, a library's worth teeming on every spare inch. Some have even made their way onto your desk, pristinely stacked in wait of his perusal. It's one small gesture among the hundreds of kind things you do for him. 

"Here," he says, setting the mug down next to your mouse carefully. 

Your anger strikes him. Eyes frosted with an uneasiness he's not partial to, lips, so perfectly painted, screwed into a frown. It's not nice seeing someone he cares about upset with him, worse when he has no idea what it is he's done. 

"You're annoyed at me," he says. You wait for him to continue. "I don't know what I did." 

"That makes it worse." You frown at him. After a few seconds of this—your frowning, his looking sorry and confused— you sigh wretchedly (as in, he's never heard you sound that sad, ever, and he hates it). "Spencer, you stood me up." 

Everything in him goes cold. "No I didn't." 

Your sad frown melds again to anger. "Yes you did! I– I got my hair done at a salon, I bought a new dress, I bragged to all of my friends that my cute coworker was gonna be my date, and none of that mattered because you didn't text me back so I was worried sick all night that you were," —your voice drops to a private whisper— "in trouble somewhere, and then you come into work like nothing happened? Not even a hint of an apology? I thought you wanted to come."  

Your voice burns with embarrassment. Spencer can feel it in his throat, that plucky ache of someone letting you down. 

"That was last night?" he asks quietly. A friend asked you to their charity ball, not as ridiculously fancy as it sounds but an occasion of esteem and important to you nonetheless. "Y/N, I thought that was– I have it in my phone as next month. As November. I'm so sorry." 

"Why didn't you answer my texts?" 

He winces. "I had a migraine… Screens make it worse, and I haven't charged the battery yet because I was coming to work anyways I'm sorry, Y/N, really. I mixed it up. I should've asked you." 

You seem less disheartened at his admission. You cross your arms over your abdomen and lean back a touch in your chair, as if deciding whether he's being truthful. Spencer isn't in the habit of lying to you and anybody could tell you that, so after a few seconds you look away. "I asked you if you were excited yesterday morning. I told you my dress came."  

"I know." He can't believe he's gotten it wrong like this. Anyone can make a mistake, but he imagines you in your new dress with your hair done waiting for him in the cold weather that descended on Virginia last night and his guts twist into a knot. "I didn't piece it together. I didn't… I didn't…" 

Spencer can't remember the last time he let someone he loves down like this. His migraine spikes again like a needle in the eye, fiery agony that has him closing his eyes to cope. 

"Spencer," you say, softly admonishing. "Hey, it's okay." Your chair creaks.

"I'm so sorry," he says through his teeth. 

"I thought you were being a jerk, but I guess I should've known you wouldn't do something like that." You stand up and take his elbow into a very gentle hand. "I'm sorry for giving you the cold shoulder. It was childish. I was just hurt thinking you did it on purpose." 

"Sorry," he says again. "Migraine." 

Your hand rises to his cheek. "Yeah? Sit down, Spence. Take a breather." 

The doctors say that Spencer's migraines are psychosomatic. He doesn't get how something so odious can start from nothing. 

You seem twice as upset but in a different light, ushering him down into your chair. "Don't worry," you say softly, your hand falling into his hair, "I took a great picture. You can still see me in my nice dress." 

You're kidding but he's genuinely glad. Then the pain takes over and he can't see the other side of it for years. 

It only feels like years. 

When he can open his eyes, you've knelt by his chair. He hates to see you getting your pants dirty like that, hates worse that your eyebrows have pinched and the soft plane of your forehead has etched deep with concern. 

"You can still be mad at me," he says under his breath. 

"I'm a little upset," you confess, putting an uncharacteristically tentative hand on his knee. "It sucked, but not as much as this seems to suck for you." You're like an angel, all pretty and wide-eyed at his feet, your hand beginning a short path up his leg, a soft back and forth. "I'm sorry Spencer. I was punishing you for something that wasn't your fault." 

"You didn't know. How could you, I–" He winces as another wave of pain flares behind his eye, blurring your small smile. "I should've charged my phone." 

"Maybe. I can't imagine you had the capacity, Spence. Not if you're like this." 

"Don't just forgive me because I'm in pain." 

"I'm not, I'm forgiving you because even though it really hurt my feelings turning up alone, I'm not cruel enough to blame you now." You squeeze his knee. It's an instant balm, the chronic ache behind his eyes easing ever so slightly. Your forgiveness makes the rest bearable. "Can you forgive me for being so heartless?" you ask lightly. 

Your lips curve demurely around each word. Spencer scrambles to cover your hand with both of his, his neck craned forward. "Of course I forgive you." 

"Thank you." Spencer could collapse. "Drink some of this tea, okay? Maybe drinking something will help."  

Nothing ever helps, but he does it because it's your hands bringing the cup to his lips. 

"I know you looked beautiful," he says between sips. 

"I would've looked better on your arm. Too bad you're getting grievously attacked by your own brain. This is what happens when it gets too big, babe, it's trying to come out of your ears." He's a little sorry to have won you back this way, but mostly so, so relieved. "Anymore of this'll and you'll start messing up the months. Oh, wait!" You laugh as he laughs but soon scramble to apologise when the sound makes his head hurt. "Sorry, I'm sorry! Drink some more tea, sweetheart." 

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Has anyone thought about how good Astarion would be at playing dead? Imagine the untapped potential?? The opportunities to just absolutely fuck with people?

No one would even need to expend a spell slot on feign death or anything. He could just lie down, hold his breath, and wait for a target to walk by and wonder "wait, what's this dead guy doing here?" and then WHAM! DAGGER TO YOUR ARTERY, LOSER.

The way you'd have to do your best to keep it together when he's lying there in the most dramatic of fashions. I just know if you ask this man to play dead (and he's in the rare mood to say yes) he is going to COMMIT. Limbs unnaturally askew like a ragdoll. Vacant staring (how does he get his pupils to dilate like that?). Maybe a bit of tongue hanging out if the mood strikes. It'd be a little eerie to see him like that if it also wasn't so damn funny.

The last time he went along with your silly little plans, it almost went terribly wrong.

In a rather strange turn of events, a small group of children find him before the target can. You take a chance and stay in your hiding place, silently willing these poor kids to go back to wherever they came from before your vampire loses his patience and does something rash...

The way one of the children immediately grabs the nearest stick and starts poking at Astarion. Vigorously. They're not even gentle, either. It's almost like they're hoping candy will spill out somewhere if they're aggressive enough. You can only watch as this goes on for a good minute or two (i mean you could have stopped them in hindsight, but part of you really wanted to see what would happen if you didn't.) before he finally snaps.

The vampire sits up quick as a wink, lips pulled back to expose his bloodied fangs (that absolute jerk bit the inside of his cheek till it bled just to appear more frightening), hands more like claws as he feigns swiping at one of their ankles. The snarl he lets out is so devious it makes the hairs on your arm stand on end. The kids all turn tail, wails high-pitched to an earsplitting degree as they trip over each other in their scramble to get away.

The smug grin on Astarion's handsome face should not be as endearing as it is as he watches them leave. After a moment, he straightens out his clothes a bit and readjusts his position on the ground, then proceeds to get right back to playing the part of a perfect, pretty corpse.

Not before he chucks that stick the kids were using to torment him in the direction of your stifled laughter as a clear "fuck you" for not helping him, though.

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Hello! I love the way you write! Would I be able to request the reactions of some of the twst boys to MC telling them they snore (whether it's true or not)? I think Malleus, Riddle, and Azul would have fun reactions, but anyone you feel like writing would be great! Thank you!

Thank you for the compliment heuheu... much appreciated <3

When they snore

Featuring: Malleus, Riddle, Azul, Rook, Vil

General warnings: Gender neutral reader

Malleus

The moment you told him he snores, he was concerned. Was he troubling you with his sleeping habits? Were you unhappy sleeping with the fae because of this, to the point where it was noticeable? The moment the words left your mouth, he began to word vomit.

"Is that an issue? Is my snoring preventing you from getting a night of good rest? I...Suppose I could sleep elsewhere if it will grant you a full night of sleep.." Que him going down a rabbit hole of solutions, you couldn't get a single word in. Eventually, it came time for classes to begin, to which you hadn't the chance to explain your statement to the panicked fae.

When night fell and it was time for bed, his tail swayed sadly as he stood in the doorway. "I suppose I shall sleep out here, my love," He said, as lightning of vibrant green flashed outside your window.

As he turned his back and began to sulk away, you quickly ran up behind him with a bear hug.

"Malleus, would you stop and listen to me for a second?" You laughed, "When I said you snore, I was going to tell you it was cute. Like an animal snoring lightly. You seem so at peace curled up in bed with your light snoring..."

The lightning went away as fast at it had came, and you felt his tail wrap around your waist as he turned to face you, arms pulling you close.

"Ah...ahem. I apologize for my unbecoming behavior before, then. I...was rather saddened at the thought I caused my beloved to lose well-needed sleep."

He's never been called cute before, but he's also never slept in the same bed with another person. So I suppose there's a first for everything <3

Riddle

Snores like a cat. The first time you had slept in the same room, the first thing you noticed was his high-pitched yet soft snores that were short and far between.

The morning you woke up, the first thing you said was; "Did you know you snore?" Riddle blinks at you a couple times before hitting you with his annoyed face (you know the one.)

"Snoring is perfectly normal," He told you, "It's caused by the rattling and vibration of tissues-"

You got a lecture on the scientific reasoning behind snoring. When he finished defending the nature of his sleeping habits, you finally hit him with the "You snore like a little cat! It's cute!"

His face turns as red as his hair, as always when he becomes flustered.

"W-w-wha- a cat?! How dare you compare me to a cat! I..I am not a cat..."

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Maybe I shouldn't have said anything.." You seemed pretty guilty about upsetting him, he muttered "I suppose I'll let it go..." and moved on.

All in all, as long as you aren't losing sleep because of him, he will forgive you for your previous teasing statements. However, from that day forward, you have noticed his ears take a rosy hue with shy glances your way before he heads to bed...

Azul

"Did you know you snore? Pretty loud, too. Is that like...a merman thing?"

His face turns red IMMEDIATELY. He was so embarrassed. The first time he allows someone to be near him in such a vulnerable state, and he blows it by being a snorer. A loud one, at that.

"Snoring is not common for merfolk! Being under the sea, most don't struggle with such a thing...but I would say being above water, the air that goes through my soft palate-"

Great. Another scientific review on snoring. Only Azul, on the other hand, cannot seem to keep eye contact with you.

"Please don't tell anyone. You must sign on it!"

You spent an hour comforting poor Azul, telling him it's nothing to be ashamed of, and giving him lots of hugs and cuddles. But he still continues to insist you sign a NDA to the information you had uncovered.

He was incredibly shy about having you sleep with him again, yet you managed to convince him. Azul is much more insecure than you may think about his image, however, you always seem to break his walls down.

Although, you did notice he began to wear nose strips at night, with books on sleeping habits and potions to help with snoring...old habits truly die hard.

Give him extra cuddles for the existential crisis you had instilled in your poor octo boyfriend <3

Rook

Oh boy. You had no choice but to tell him. He snores like your average forty-year-old dad. You genuinely lose sleep over it, even waking him up

"Rook, Rook. Honey. Please. I can't sleep. Your snoring is just too much, I'm sorry."

He actually finds it kind of amusing? For some reason? He asks you excitedly to tell him more about the things he does when he's sleeping.

He didn't really take you too seriously until he noticed the physical wear and tear. The bags under your eyes...

"Mon Cheri! Your eyes...have you not been sleeping well?"

"Rook. Your snoring. It's horrendous. Please."

He spends an hour doing EVERYTHING under the sun to help his snoring, for your sake! Moving around how his bed is set up, mouth exercises, the way he sleeps...He refuses to use strips, he doesn't like how they feel, and says it prevents his senses from being at their 100%.

He finds a way to help alleviate it, and you end up investing in some sleep time headphones. You make it work, because dealing with his sleeping habits is better than sleeping without him~

Vil

"Did you know you snore?"

He stares at you with his jaw open and his eyes wide. What...what do you mean he snores when he sleeps? Does he sleep with his mouth open? Does he look utterly ridiculous when he sleeps? All of these questions he bombards you with.

"Vil! Vil. I was kidding. I'm sorry. You sleep so quietly that I have to check if you're still alive sometimes. You're like a sleeping statue of perfection."

He was not amused. He almost had a heart attack and invested in the world's most expensive treatments.

Tackles you to the bed and ruffles up your hair, laughter ensuing at your silly little prank.

"Well, it's YOU who snores, potato. You're lucky I let you sleep here and not outside like a dog," He chuckles. He says this, yet you knew he loved you too much to go a single night without you by his side.

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[sundaycentric]

I need fluff can you write yandere dan heng and if you do 2 Neuvillete (idk how to spell his name 😭)

Sorry if this goes over the rules you could ignore I loveee yandere dan heng hehe

(separate yandere) dan heng & neuvillette x gn reader

content ★ headcanons, minific, yandere, not proof read, gn reader, reader has hair in dan heng's part, sfw, fluff?

note ★ i love yandere hcs.. idk what it is i just eat them up every single time. but sorry for my recent inactivity ?!?! i rushed these a bit tho.. hope theyre still good </3 mainly just put my thoughts down :(

DAN HENG ★

Dan Heng knows what it's like. He knows what it's like to be locked up, forced away from the outside world. He knows what it's like to be alone and scared. He knows what it's like to have someone watch your every move. Dan Heng knows what it would be like for you. Yet, he can't shake the thoughts and desires to take you.

Dan Heng knows it's wrong. He can sympathize, which is probably why he tried to deny it all in the first place. However, he's been so selfless. He accepted punishment without complaint. He helps around the Astral Express so much. It's hard for Dan Heng to not be selfish this once and indulge in his love.

That is if he can even call it love. Dan Heng tried to deny his feelings for you first. He knew how hard it would be, even without expecting the obsession to come along with it. His draconic heritage makes him more possessive than the average lover. They hoard what they love, and it includes their mates as well.

Dan Heng can't avoid it entirely, though. Being without you feels like an even worse punishment than his banishment. With you, he feels something he has never felt before. Dan Heng can no longer deny his love for you, even if it may be more than that.

You might notice him giving extra attention to you. It is never anything big, but rather small things. Dan Heng looks at you a bit longer. He smiles slightly when you talk. He stands closer to you. He won't flinch away when you grab his hand. He'll let you into the Archives. Dan Heng will treat you differently.

He is still silent as ever, but he is more relaxed around you. At the same time, he feels more tense, though. Dan Heng doesn't want to push you away. He'll take his time with you.

In his dragon form, his thoughts are even worse. It is harder to suppress his desire for you. Especially when he already begins to subconsciously think of you as his mate. This is when things get a bit more severe. He's less controlled.

Dan Heng's tail might loosely wrap around your ankle as if you'd run. He'll glare at people he thinks are too close. He'll only go where you go. He'll favor you and always find a way to defend you. Things like this are much more noticeable as his love grows.

The Archives have a lot more entries about you. Your physical description, personality, hobbies, interests, and moods all have their own extensive pages. When he can't be with you, he'll simply write or read about you. Dan Heng will find himself reading over your information if he can't go to sleep.

At this point, Dan Heng knows it is more than love. He knows he is obsessed with you. But he doesn't care all that much. He feels something, something that isn't cold. Something that feels good and warm in his heart, even if it is terribly wrong in his brain. He's given up on trying to suppress it. He simply can't, so Dan Heng embraces it. He embraces you. He loves you.

If you do end up loving Dan Heng as well, he will be overjoyed. You can't see it on his face, but the way his tail tightly coils around your waist tells you otherwise. He isn't too big on physical touch normally, but he will always have some kind of touch on you.

He'll get a bit overbearing. He doesn't want to see you hurt. It's dangerous trailblazing. Dan Heng needs you.

If you find out the extent of his love, he might finally lose the rest of his self-restraint. You'd probably run. He doesn't want that. He won't let that happen. You're his now.

Dan Heng gently ran his fingers through your hair, playing with it. You sat down in front of him with his tail securely wrapped around your waist. Your back snugly pressed against his chest. Both of you breathed slowly, enjoying the moment.

"Dan Heng?" You asked. He did not respond. He only continued to mess with your hair. You couldn't see his expression, how he looked at you with utter love in his eyes. He was thinking.

"Dan Heng..?" You question softly. This time, Dan Heng seems to have heard your words. His fingers stop for a moment as he blinks.

"Yes, what is it?" His fingers resume once he speaks. They softly pull through any tangles, Dan Heng paying extra attention to make sure he doesn't hurt you. His tail lightly twitched around your waist.

"I was thinking about going on the Luofu with March and..." You didn't get to finish your sentence as Dan Heng's grip on your hair tightened. It hurt a bit, as his fist pulled on your hair unknowingly. Dan Heng's voice came next.

"No," he said. Dan Heng's voice was far colder than it usually was. He sounded angry and disappointed and upset. It was impossible for you to turn to see his expression with his hand holding your head straight. Dan Heng repeated, "No. It's too dangerous. The.. Stellaron Hunters are there. He is there. If something happens to you, you will never be able to best him in a fight. You need to stay here, where it's safe. Besides, March and the others don't need you. They can do this alone."

Dan Heng's words came out harsher than he was meaning to, but he was too busy worrying about you to realize. He shuddered slightly, imagining what it would be like if you were Blade's next victim. It wasn't hard to figure out Dan Heng is attached to you, so perhaps he would go for you to get to Dan Heng. The thought sickened him. He never wanted to see you in pain like he had to be. Slowly, his grip loosened as he went back to playing with your hair.

However, you were also a bit uneasy. Dan Heng's tone was off, and he had been acting weird recently. You spoke after a few minutes of silence, "I'm feeling tired... I'm going to go to sleep in my room now, Heng."

"Hm," Dan Heng hums, "No. I think you will sleep in here from now on."

NEUVILLETTE ★

Neuvillette also knows it's wrong. What he stays up at night thinking of is illegal. It goes against everything he does in life. Yet, he would never think it would feel so good.

Neuvillette has never been a selfish man. For hundreds of years, he upheld justice for others. He was always fair and righteous, even when it hurt. However, Neuvillette has never really wanted anything specific in the first place. Yes, he yearns to understand himself and others, but he has never felt that carnal desire to own something.

That is, until he met you of course. Suddenly, he felt something he'd never felt before. It was weird, bubbling in his chest sweetly. It made his heart ache with yearning. It almost felt a bit painful, but it was also so enjoyable. He wanted more of it.

You made him feel something he has yet to grasp. He may not understand emotions well, but he knows what certain ones are. But this, he does not know. You made Neuvillette feel something new. Something that made him feel a bit more alive. As if you were the purpose, the reason he was born.

Neuvillette tries to dismiss these thoughts, but it's hard. He must focus on his duties, but he often thinks of you in the moments between work. He knows it's wrong. But it doesn't feel bad. It feels good. So, is it really that wrong?

Neuvillette is still very busy, though. He will get the melusines to spy on you, which they happily accept. Neuvillette often tells them about you since he doesn't have anyone else he can tell. It's gotten to the point where alongside seeing Neuvillette as their father of sorts, they see you as a parent as well. Of course, they think, you must be the monsieur's spouse. They certainly have no issue with simply ensuring their 'parent's' safety, after all.

Neuvillette never corrects them. After all, it makes him feel warm inside. Marriage sounds nice. A legal contract, bounding you to each other forever. Suddenly, Neuvillette seems to pay more attention to marriage documents and trials related to it.

He will never say anything first. Ever. Even though Neuvillette wants you badly, he will not break his moral code and risk doing something irrational. He likely wouldn't either way, but he worries. Especially when it comes to you.

Neuvillette is very protective of you. He wasn't very big on touch, but now he likes to have some sort of contact with you. Holding your hand, arm, waist, finger, whatever it may be. It helps him make sure you're okay. It's been so long since he's felt affection like that, and he tries to get you to spoil him with it sometimes.

He loves it so much when you treat the melusines like they are your children. Maybe one day you can have children together. Whether it's biological or adoption, he doesn't care. Neuvillette wants to be with you however he can.

And once the prophecy kicks off entirely, you're never leaving his sight again. Even if you're not from Fontaine, there's still a risk and uncertainty. Neuvillette won't let you slip away. He can't. He'll pamper you, do whatever you ask of him (besides letting you go), but he just needs you to stay where he knows you're safe.

If you try to leave, then good luck. It'll be raining. Hard. You can barely even walk without getting soaked. It's never been this bad in Fontaine before.. but as soon as Neuvillette sees you again, it's unbearably sunny. The weather is quite extreme.

You're his mate after all. Why are you even trying to leave him, if you are? This is your home now. Neuvillette sighs, perhaps you're just nervous. It's okay, though. He figures you need to adjust.

He won't care if you find out how much he loves you. Why does it matter? Of course, he loves his mate.

"I forbid you," Neuvillette stares you down, "My dear, please, come back over here. I'd hate to request a guard to block the door."

You stop in your tracks, not doubting Neuvillette's words. You could feel his gaze burning into your skull. It scared you. He was incredibly powerful, and it would be best to comply with him, no?

You turned around. He smiled gently, "Good. Now come, sit back down, mon ange (my angel)."

You listen to him, slowly walking back towards him. You sit on the couch next to his desk before he sighs. The rain gets a bit harder.

"You know that's not your seat," he murmurs. And you know exactly what he means. Neuvillette waits for you to return to him, and sit on his lap—your seat. You do.

"There," Neuvillette breathes out on your neck. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face into your neck. The rain alleviates, slowing. You shake a bit in his grasp, either from his breathing or your possible fear.

"Shh.. it's okay, mon cœur (my heart), is it that you're cold..?" Neuvillette asks sweetly, before holding you tighter. "I'll warm you up, my love. Just stay with me.."

His hands begin to rub circles into your back as he flips you over. Neuvillette isn't manhandling you roughly, but he does it with such ease. It may not be purposeful, but it's a reminder of just how much stronger he is than you. After all, he is a dragon. He uses his glove hand to gently push you against his chest. Neuvillette effectively trapped you in his warm grasp.

"Neuvillette.." You say softly, "There is no need to hold me like a lifeline."

He smiles but doesn't loosen his grip. "I beg to differ. After all, I don't think I could live without you, so you are my lifeline, no? My lifeline and my mate.."

Neuvillette's voice is longing. You won't be able to get out of this any time soon. The rain disappears alongside your smile (or frown).

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Falling Asleep on Them

SUMMARY: How would they react to you falling asleep on them?

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers (Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub & Belphegor)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Bullet Points

WORD COUNT: An average of 240 words per character.

COMMENTS: I wanted to do Belphie's part like the others but it ended up being shorter and you'll see why. Just a little bullet points' list. But I hope you enjoy. ⭐️

⭐️ Falling Asleep on Them 2 - Side Characters

CONTEXT: This takes place in the original time-line of Obey Me! One master to rule them all! So you live with them in the House of Lamentation.

You were probably helping Lucifer with his paperwork in his office.

Taking a break to rest a little and drink tea, you sit down in one of the armchairs in front of the fireplace. He lets you sit on his lap if you want.

With so much paperwork, your head started to hurt a little and Lucifer suggests that you put your head on his shoulder and rest your head.

You were so comfortable that you ended up falling asleep.

When he notices, he smiles sweetly. He sees this as a way of showing how good you feel with him. Comfortable and safe.

He caresses your cheek. He thinks you're so cute. If you have long hair, he will stray it away from your face.

He will pick you up in his arms and take you to your bedroom.

If you are still dressed in your clothes, he will remove your shoes and accessories that you may have, leaving you with only your shirt and pants to make you more comfortable.

He leaves a note next to you saying "Don't worry, I'll finish the rest of the paperwork. Thank you. Good night, my love."

He kisses you on the forehead and leaves your bedroom.

After he finishes his work and before he goes to bed, he will stop by your room one last time to check on you. If you are awake and invite him to sleep with you, he will gladly accept.

You were watching a movie with Mammon in his bedroom. It was a calm film, perhaps even a little romantic.

You were snuggled up to each other. It was a calm film, perhaps even a little romantic. You were snuggled together, the lights were off, all the conditions were in place for you to fall asleep on him.

Me realizes you're asleep when he whispers something to you about the movie and you don't respond. He looks at you and listens carefully, your breathing is the slow breathing of someone who is sleeping.

If your head starts to fall forward, he will quickly catch it.

He'll be a little unsure of what to do, because he wants to take you to bed, but to do that he has to move, but he doesn't want to wake you up.

He manages to take you in his arms without waking you up and considers taking you to your bedroom. But he would have to go up those stairs in his bedroom and that could be dangerous.

He ends up laying you on his bed. You were already in your pajamas. He goes to lie down on the couch, but before that he admires you sleeping. He wants to kiss you so much, but he doesn't want to wake you up, so he gives you a light kiss on the cheek.

And he takes a photo (or a few) of you sleeping in his bed before going back to the couch.

He ends up sleeping on the couch. Unless you wake up in the middle of the night and invite him to sleep with you.

You were hanging out with Levi in his room, late at night, and ended up staying next to him watching him play a game.

It was a cute and very peaceful game. Then you laid your head on his shoulder, which already made him blush, and meanwhile you fell asleep.

He realizes you're asleep when he sees one of your hands slide lazily across your lap.

He panics a little. He needs to pick you up and take you to bed, but he can't wake you up. He needs a plan.

He does everything possible and impossible to hold you in his arms without waking you up. You look so cute when you sleep that waking you up now would be like breaking the most beautiful thing in the world.

He uses his tail to open and close his bedroom door and yours. He also uses it to adjust your bed.

He will put you in bed with the utmost care, and will slowly take a step back to make sure he didn't wake you up.

Seeing that you continue to sleep peacefully, he will watch you as if he idolizes you. And will take a bunch of photos to use as his wallpapers.

Maybe he fell asleep in your room while looking at you. You can always invite him to sleep with you if you wake up in the middle of the night.

You and Satan were reading books in his room. You were cuddled up to each other when you fell asleep.

He realized that you had fallen asleep when he saw the book you were holding slowly fall from your lap.

He quickly marked the page you were on with one of his fingers before the book closed for then place a kitten marker on it. He does the same with his book, trying not to move too much so as not to wake you.

The two of you were practically already lying on his bed and taking you to your room, at the risk of tripping over a book, would be dangerous. So instead, he tucks you into his bed.

As he has a single bed, he ends up leaving you alone in bed so you can be more comfortable.

But before he goes, he looks at you, appreciating you under the moonlight. You were so beautiful. He kisses your cheek softly and goes to the armchair.

He ends up falling asleep in the armchair, facing you because he was alternating between reading his book and looking at you sleeping.

You can always invite him to sleep with you if you wake up in the middle of the night. He will accept it for sure.

You and Asmo were having a super relaxing beauty treatment. Asmo almost fell asleep too, but managed to stop himself from doing so.

He notices that you are very still and silent and calls out to you in a sweet, low voice. He notices that you are very still and silent and calls out to you in a sweet, low voice. But you don't respond, and that's how he realizes you've fallen asleep.

He immediately jumps up from where he was sitting or lying down and approaches you to watch you for a bit. OMG you are so cute! he has to take some pics! Some just with you, others with him next to you and kissing you on the face softly, so as not to wake you up.

Well, he's not very strong, but he needs to get you to bed, or at least a bed. So the furthest he can take you without the risk of waking you up is to his bed.

Although his bed is large, it is a single bed. However, he has no other place to sleep. I mean, he won't sleep in a chair or armchair, that would ruin his beauty sleep. But he also doesn't want to sleep with you without knowing if you would accept it.

So, at great cost because he finds you adorable in your sleep, he wakes you up with soft kisses and saying your name sweetly. And he will ask you if he can sleep with you or if you prefer to go to sleep in your room.

You probably did a lot of physical exercise with Beel. Either you went for a walk in a place with steep terrain, or played a sports game together, something you liked or didn't mind doing with him.

Practicing this type of physical activity together can greatly strengthen a relationship, which is why he really wanted to do something with you. Whatever it was, it ended up being exhausting for you.

If your legs were sore, he carried you back home in his arms.

You two take a shower and go to his and Belphie's room to rest together. But your feet still feel sore, and when you mention this to Beel, he offers to give them a massage.

You two still chat  a little, but your tiredness mixed with Beel's massage makes you relax until you fall asleep.

He realizes you've fallen asleep when you stop responding to him. He looks at you sleeping and smiles, thinking that you're really cute.

He easily picks you up and takes you to your bed. He's used to doing the same thing with Belphie, but in your case, he's much more careful not to wake you up.

He lays you down on the bed and really wants to kiss you goodnight on the forehead.

If he wakes you up with his kiss, he'll feel a little bad and apologize. And this will be your opportunity to invite him to sleep with you if you want.

I mean, how could you not fall asleep on Belphie? He loves to sleep and more than that he loves to snuggle and cuddle with you. So that's how you end up falling asleep most of the time and he just sleeps with you.

But if somehow, he's awake on the couch and you fall asleep on his shoulder while he's distracted on his D.D.D. or something, he will... lay you down on the couch and sleep with you.

He won't bother taking you to a bed and will definitely use the fact that you've already fallen asleep to sleep right there with you.

If you want to sleep in a bed, you will have to wake up and wake him up so you can go to your bed. And of course he will ask if he can continue sleeping with you in your bed.

No matter where you fall asleep, he will simply lie down next to you and sleep with you.

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[anonymouslosersworld]

Evolution

Prompt; Due to Mc continually being in danger and around the most powerful beings almost 24/7 for years, Mc's human evolution begins to kick into overdrive rushing to catch up to others and begins to evolve in unexpected ways.

Summary: Mc goes into a possessive induced heat.

Genre: smut (m)

Characters; Levi, Beelzebub, Belphie.

{A/N} I decided to mash two of my requests together so this will also include knotting. This is part one of 3. Levi, Beel, and Belphie.

Contains: Dom Mc, creampies, overstimulation, voyeurism, sub!character, pegging, Knotting, and possessive themes. Belphie has a mommy kink.

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Leviathan

The only thing you could hear in Levi's room was the constant sounds of his mouse clicking, keyboard smashing, and the occasional dinging of someone leaving a comment or donation. He was highly concentrated on his game, his eyeballs not ever leaving his screen. His eyes stung from not blinking. He refused to miss anything from his anime-based game. He barely heard you come into his room before he literally jumped from his chair when you snuck onto his lap and decided to straddle him within his chair.

"y/n, D-don't do that! You are such a normie!!"

He had forgotten entirely about your diagnosis.

"You smell so good, Levi." Your nose was nuzzled into his neck. You had basically melted onto his body he could basically call you his skin by how close you were to him. It didn't seem like it pleased you as you kept trying to get closer to him despite there being no space between you. Levi spared you a glance, it was a strange thing for you to say to him.

Your tongue licked below his ear making Levi squirm.

"w-what are--uugh~" Your teeth nibbled on his neck as your hand played with his hair.

"you're so tasty. "

Had you been possessed by Beel??? Levi thought.

"Can't wait till I have you. all to myself"

"woah what is even-" Levi was interrupted by yet again another bite of yours. He leaned his head away from you so you would have easier access to his neck. The sexually charged touching made him nervous, you had always been forward to most stuff but not this forward. The look in your eye told some story he couldn't comprehend. Well more like he refused to, he refused to believe you wanted to do THAT with a gross otaku like him. The firm grip at the base of one of his cocks woke him up. His hips jerked once you had put pressure on the base of his cock. His own pants were unzipped and you had managed to take out one of his cocks. Your fingers were shoved into Levi's mouth. The look on your face told him to lick them.

"y-y/n~" Levi moaned with your fingers in his mouth. His forked tongue swipes on your fingers before you pulled them out.

"'y/n." he whimpered

you're in heat

It had seemed that what made you snap because as soon as he moaned your name your forwardness doubled and Levi found himself being taken on the floor.

"a-ah fuck! " your fingers had gripped onto his ass kneading it.

Levi hastily tried getting back up from the floor to at least save some face and end his live stream but you managed to get a hold of his tail.

"mmph~!" Levi lightly moaned his face holding a heavy blush. His eyes trailed to his screen trying to focus on how to end the live stream quickly.

"y-y/n wa-ah~! wait let's just end thissss!~"

Your lips had trailed from his ear to his sensitive pale neck that now had little splotches of purple. Your teeth bite down on the side of his neck and that was all it took for Levi to go and go onto the floor away from his camera. You embraced him from behind jerking his cock, a perverted look on your face as you knew Levi was weak to your treatment

His grip on the edge of his desk was tight as he moaned. He panted barely keeping up with your bouncing on his cocks. His hair stuck to his forehead from his sweat.

"please y/n, stop! I'm going to knot you!"

"knot me bitch." Your hand smacks his ass leaving a red handprint.

"s-stop I'm close~!"

" I'll do everyone a favor and get the worthless gross otaku."

In his hysteria, Levi notices that something wrapping itself around his tail. His eyes trail to his tail and he finally realized you had grown a tail. his tail wiggles around your tail, seemingly enjoying how it seemed to trap it. The tip of your tail wrapped around Levi's second cock while the very tip managed to enter levi's ass. Completely entering it and making it stretch out till he cries.

"A-aahhh! a-arck~!"

Your hand gripped his hair and your tail tightened around his tail Levi moans pleased with what you were doing to him. The pace at your tail was fucking his ass sped up making Levi's eyes roll in the back of his head.

"Open your mouth bitch."

Levi obediently nodded and opened his mouth. Your spit splattered on his tongue.

"Swallow it," Levi whined pathetically but did so anyway. You smile at Levi's dumb face. There was no thought behind those eyes of his. You look at him with those seductive eyes of yours.

" Do you want to make me happy, Levi?"

Levi nodded quickly, the overstimulation getting to him.

"Be a dear and knot me." You whisper near his ear, basically ear fucking him with your mouth.

"Oh f-fuck Im cumming?!!~"

Levi's mouth opens and his tongue sticks out, as he cums. His legs twitch, as Levi mutters "i-i-I knotted you"

You feel his growing knot on your belly and smirk as it causes your stomach to bulge. Your fingers lightly press onto it. Levi's trembling hands grip your hands

"n-no more, Can't take it~ Sen-Sensitive~!"

extra:

"Lucifer! Levi got knotted on stream!!"

"LEVITHAN!!"

"Luci~ Our dear brother got fucked on live."

"OOI!! Lucifer Y/n claimed Levi!!"

"LEVI!!!!!"

Beelzebub

Beel didn't think anything of it when you asked to come along to his Fangol practice. It was so typical for you to ask to see him play. He knew you loved seeing him play and just genuinely enjoyed the look of utter accomplishment on his face when he just decimated the other team.

So it was a total shock when you basically hunted him like he was your prey in the team's locker room. You had made sure he was alone and unexpecting.

Seeing the droplets of sweat fall into beels titties made you want grab them barehanded and squeeze them. You wanted to motorboat his glorious bigger-than-your-entire-face-tiddies. seeing him all sweaty made you want mount him till the only thing he could think about was your hole on him. His cock was semi-present within his fangol uniform and you wanted to shoved up within you.

Beel didn't even knew where you came from but all he did know was that you were trying to suck his soul out of his cock. You had pushed his to the floor and shoved his bottoms off his body before cursing him with your mouth on his cock.

His big meaty thighs crushed your head cutting some of your oxygen as the pleasure was too intense for him. But you didn't seem to care as you pushed his thighs more against your face.

Beel whimpered as you messed with his cock. He couldn't keep up with all your tongues savviness. He had even felt your teeth nimble on his tip.

He didn't expect himself being pushed so much to the brink of pleasure to the point were he couldn't hold his strength back.

He had crushed the benches on either side of you, both having very clear hand grips on the now broken sitting benches. Beel's face was a beautiful shade of red across his cheeks as his ears caught on to your slurping sounds and his moans. His hands tightened their hold on the benches as he felt his cum flush through him and straight into your mouth.

He saw your tongue swirl, playing with his cum before swallowing and licking any remains on your face.

He catches you muttering something about his cum tasting like pineapples. His nose catches a Particular scent but his mind fails to recognize it.

Beel tries to catch his breath as he enjoys the after glow of your blow job, only to realize that you had gotten on top of him lining yourself up.

The scent was stronger now but Beel had yet to identify, all he knew was that you clearly wanted to take care of a need and he was going to do whatever possible to help you.

"yessss.~" you moan in relief as you had finally gotten a hand full of Beel's tiddies. You hands squeezed beels tits letting the muscle engulf your hands. Beel whimpers as you squish his two tits together and rub your face between the two.

"so perfect..and just for me." you whisper to yourself as your tongue licks his squished tit.

Belphie

It had been hours since he had heard you were in heat and decided to lock himself in the attic while you slept in there after getting the biggest blue balls from his dreams. Your nose twitched as you caught his scent. He would play dumb to deny that he was offering himself up to you. He was a brat that way. Belphie quickly and quietly moved into the bed making sure the pillows covered him just enough to satisfy your newfound interest in hunting for prey {more like cock}. You looked so innocent to him as if you weren't torturing him for the past 3 in a half hours.

As you literally weren't fucking with his dreams as he slept to tempt him to come to you. As if you weren't edging him, showing him how bad you needed him, and how many deliciously disgusting things you wanted to do to him.

Belphie couldn't resist touching you, your scent was driving him insane You smelled mouth-watering and his cock needed relief.

You had decided to sleep in his normal spot but had moved all the pillows to the side of you to prevent from overheating as your heat made you twice as warm. His fingertips whispered over your bare skin feeling your warmth, and his hands traveled to your fingers. His lips were caught onto his teeth, you were just so irresistible.

He had barely touched your fingers before your hands had grabbed onto his wrist tightly and pulled him from his shitty hiding attempt. Belphie barely had any time to process you pinning him to the bed.

Both of his hands were pinned above his head and your fingers gripped his wrist tightly.

Belphie looked at you in shock as he struggled to get his hand out of your hold. Your legs trapped his body below you as you looked at him as a prized slice of meat.

"Finally."

--

"f-fuck! Mommy!" Belphie's sloppy hole was taking the beating of a lifetime from you.

"YES~! " Both of your fluids running down his legs as he struggles to keep his spent legs open for you. His leaky cock swung from how hard you kept clapping his cheeks. His tail was limply entangled around your leg. His face is stuffed into the ruffled sheets, tears swelling his eyes as he feels plenty of emotion surge through his body. His face is clearly flushed and it's slowly passing across his body. His arms took weak to hold him up, all he could do was look at you while your lust for him consumed the both of you.

The bed's headframe was getting the same treatment as his prostrate.

Slammed.

The creaking of the bed accompanied by the rapid wall slams made everyone in the House of Lamentation know what was happening to Belpie.

Belphie yelped as you pulled his tail for cumming without permission

"s-sorry mommy~"

--

His fingers felt the grooves he left with his nails earlier as his claws dug into the floor from past experiences with you.

There on the rug while holding on to it for security as you rode him. His body was sweaty and his hair clung to his forehead. His hickeys littered under his ears. his horns ached from you pulling onto them, directing him how and where to eat you out while degrading him.

" Use your tongue whore, put it to good use."

" I would if you gave me a reason."

Your wicked smile was the last thing he saw before you wreaked havoc on his body effectively making submitting to you completely.

His body felt like it was on fire and it was mush, but he kept going for you. He loved how you used him and called him names. His legs quivered and his stomach felt a familiar ache coming again.

Your hand wrapped around his neck, suffocating him slowly

"Moo for me, cowboy."

" m-moo~"

The grip on his neck tightened and pinched his nipple.

Belphie yelped

"That's a good little bitch, aren't you a nice little thing when you do what you're told?"

Belphie nodded at your words, clearly elated at the sound of you pleased.

"You look so pretty, like this. I'm gonna make you my little housewife."

"You'd like that wouldn't you, right baby?"

Belphi nods again quickly.

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[hyunnie04]

“i smell something burning.” you sniff, poking your head through the bright room. seungmin and felix had just finished their daengnyang school live, texting you to quickly come over. you were already on your way to them anyways, but suspicion immediately came into mind once you saw the message.

you had no idea what they were up to, but whatever it was, it wasn't good. all you heard was that they were preparing something food related.

felix is amazing when it came to baking and cooking but when seungmin is involved, it all somehow goes down hill. what did the kitty cat and puppy do now?

you do a once over at the room, slightly amused of the damage they've caused in such a short amount of time. the condiments and other baking materials were scattered all throughout the table, the pan they've used also had burnt batter residue sticking to it, probably the sole cause of the slight fog that engulfed the room.

“y/n, try it! i made this for you.” seungmin practically beams, shooting from up his seat and holding a plate out. it was a normal enough looking bungeo-ppang, but he has a grin that says evil written all over it.

you glance over at yongbok, the blonde's face morphs into an immediate 'no don’t do it' face while shaking his head vehemently. now you're curious. "what's in this?"

"you have to guess!"

“is this gonna kill me?” 

“no, i promise.” he laughs, holding it to your mouth.

“if i die i'll kill you.” you decide to humor him, taking a very, very small bite out of it. it was spicy and a bit tangy, but the subtle sweetness of the batter contrasted with it in a strange yet palatable way.

“oh, it’s actually pretty good.” you say, grabbing seungmin's wrist to take another bite. felix just watches you with pure disappointment in his eyes.

“see!” the puppy says quite proudly, tail practically wagging.

“what’s in it?”

“sriracha and wasabi.”

“you are trying to kill me!”

"but you liked it!"

"you should try this one y/n." felix says, lifting up his own plate with his creation. you didn't need to think twice since yongbok made it, it's bound to be better than seungmin's. it was different, you thought, tasting cheese and some sort of sauce in the filling.

you went back to taste the sriacha wasabi bungeo-ppang and comparing it to the vaguely pizza flavored one. oddly enough, you found yourself still liking seungmin's better, the expression is clear in your face.

"what?!" seungmin laughs at felix's reaction, patting his back. "you're weird," the blonde snickered, shaking his head.

"we should give this to chan-hyung." the black haired puppy snaps his fingers. your eyes widen, just because you liked it, it doesn't mean chan is gonna think the same way. that man has an abysmal spice tolerance.

"you're planning on giving this to chan? are you trying to kill him?"

before he can reason out why he wants to give this to poor chan, you take the plate out of his hands. "…give it here."

-

a/n: yeah i know it wasn't that bad so i had to take artistic liberties HAHA but i would eat the sriracha one ok just to spare channie LOL

[theastrical]

Genshin men as cats!

What if genshin men turned into cats, what will they be like?

kaeya, diluc, childe, zhongli (x reader)

Fluff fluff (kinda comfort/hurt)

Kaeya: he turned into a cat after accidentally drinking albedo’s “tea” which turns out to be a potion. When he turned into a cat, he didn’t panic, rather, he was happy. He thought that becoming a cat doesn’t sound so bad after all..you’re a big cat lover so if he become a cat, your love for him will double right? not to mention that he’s exactly like your favorite breed, grey british short hair. So he immediately ran back home and meowed in front of the door, his meows is so loud you can barely ignore it. So when you opened the door, your heartbeat stopped. A fluffy cat…with pretty meows….and and…FLUFFY PAWS??? You take him inside and feed him with tuna, you kissed his head thousand of times, rubbing his tummy while he just purrs. Kaeya is already drowning from your love! But suddenly he turned into the normal kaeya again..*sigh*, you were disappointed that the cat is gone….. If you were to pick who to abandon, it seems obvious that kaeya is your choice, the cat? You keep it. Ever since then, kaeya has been trying to turn into a cat, sometimes his failure lead him to an unbearable fever or…a success. You ended up showering him with tons of kisses, pats, and belly rubs that he enjoyed like no one..he’s such a clingy kitty cat. Even when you bite his cheeks, he would meow happily.

diluc: he. is. horrified. He suddenly becomes a cat after eating a snack from sumeru that he was given to as a way for him to know “nature”, well at his defense, he didn’t know it means he would be turned into a cat!!!…It’s ironic that he becomes a cat in the first place. He has a cat allergy…why does he become a cat?! He can be a dog…why a cat?! He was pissed. He doesn’t want his fur to be everywhere…he’s an orange persian cat, a sassy persian cat with huge furs. He hates his catself and decided to hide himself under the table. “Diluc..?” You came inside his room and he immediately meowed..that’s a yes respond from him, you thought?…but how come diluc is a cat?!! You searched for the cat and immediately grab diluc’s tail when you found him. Hugging him. “Why are you hiding…you’ve become so cute after becoming a cat— w-wait?! HUH?! WHY ARE YOU A CAT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!!” You were confused as well and immediately laughed. Diluc was pissed and bite you for that! “Ouch!! Bad boy!”, and you realise. It’s not good that diluc has a huge fur like this…oh no…you have to deep cleanse his room just incase his allergy came back after he turned into a human (presumably). So he kept on purring for himself and snuggles himself behind the cover of the bed, you clean his room like a clean freak and afterwards have some snuggles with him using a “no-fur” jacket. He turned into a human 3 days later and…you seem to love his cat version more since he’s much more of a lovable fluff…

childe: he was turned into a cat after one of his fatui peers experimented on him, it’s safe to assume that he’s okay..it’s just…he has turned into a feline form of himself, a cat... he’s a tabby orange cat, the types of cat that are stereotypically unhinged. He was fine with it, he thought it’s a good idea to have an off schedule while he’s a cat. Well childe is unhinged so being an orange cat is exactly what he designed to be, so it’s fair…and when he gotten home, he didn’t bother to knock, just like a feline, he jumped through the window of your bedroom and goes to the bed while his paws knead the covers, theoretically, making a bread using his paws. When your footsteps march towards the bedroom, he didn’t bother to hide, he just kneads the cover until he’s exhausted and sleep. “AAAAAAAAAAA WHY IS THERE A CAT?”, you screamed ajd he was awakened. He meowed cohesively and sit down like a polite gentleman. He realise you might not understand his meows, he’s a cat now so…he goes to his picture and points out at the picture using his paws, understanding the cat body language you screamed again…”YOU’RE AJAX???”, this time confused…but also…”you look even cuter like this let m—“, with your very own cuteness aggression urge you jump to the bed and hug him. Kissing his cheeks while he meows. He’s being abused by your love and he’s kind of dizzy from it. He meows everytime and his soft paw try to resist because he wants to sleep but…being kissed by you this much makes him…weak. He stole food from other people to eat, it’s fun, he even stole some fish from some old men and brought it back for you to cook, it’s the opportunity to be a criminal while he’s in this cute form…and..he can sneakily make people fell in love with his cute face as he stole their steaks (his favorite indeed). He turned into a human again…months later. Being an orange cat is his life duty…

Zhongli: he’s bored. He already knows how it feels to be a dragon..a woman..and a man. Zhongli has been keeping an eye towards the stray cats near liyue, how come they’re so chonky and so..cute? So many people love them. Even you love them. so without further ado, with his no purpose in daily life for current recent..he becomes a cat. A black cat. A normal black cat with a shiny golden bell on his neck. Everytime he walks and has a stroll, his golden bell rings, people would take an immediate look at him, and pets him. His meow is deep, raspy too, yet the purrings are gentle, it makes the locals fell in love with him. This time he strolls near your favorite place, wanmin restaurant, you love to go there and has been addicted to their crab roe tofu ever since you guys are dating. So he jump to the chair beside you and sleeps…he’s enjoying your presence, even without pets from you. He’s happy just to hear your love for the food there or your presence all focused to that solemn food. you burped and it made his ears twitch. He just wants to follow you around and be with you. Suddenly you recognise the cat beside you and immediately carry it to your lap. “such a lovely black cat…i’ve never meet you before..”..you pat his head and carress his back. Oh my, he loves the back caressing…it feels like he’s being massaged on his old back…he kept on purring. He’s quiet and it makes you love this cat even more. When you carry it again, it just seems not to care and it makes you incredibly attached to him. At the same time he become a cat, you kept on searching for zhongli, still not getting the hint that he’s now a cat because zhongli barely give you a hint!! oh by the way, he turned into his human form only for 3 business days per week, because he wants to be pampered by you and follow you around while you gave him attention and space.

ps: albedo, ayato, alhaitham, and kaveh version of this headcannon coming soon! (I guess if this post reach around 150 likes, i’ll make another one hihi~)

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[angelltheninth]

Thoughts on vampire hsr men?

I think I did this for Genshin before but I like vampires so I can do it here too.

Pairing: Blade, Caelus, Dan Heng, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Sampo, Welt x Reader

Tags: fluff, blood drinking, possessiveness, biting, fangs, night visits, sharing the bed, soothing kisses, aftercare, teasing

A/N: Do not bite me cause I will bite back.

Vampire!Blade believes in a mutual give and take, or in this case, you suck him he sucks you, well not in the same way but still. He's not gentle, not when biting you or holding you down. In fact he loves it more when you squirm against his teeth and kick your feet from under him, or arch your back upwards. The fear and pain make your blood taste sweeter.

Vampire!Caelus is very careful when biting you the first time. It's not your neck either, its your wrist because he wants you to be able to see what he's doing. It might help make you less scared, like when you have to take a shot, you can see when his fangs are about to bite in, you can prepare for the pain, the smooth pass of his tongue right after and the gentle way he runs his thumb across your hand to soothe you.

Vampire!Dan Heng can last for a very long time without drinking blood. The only time he does so is when he's feeling really weak from the lack of it, human food just doesn't have the same value, or taste nearly as sweet as the blood that coats his tongue and lips when he drinks from your neck. His horns, his fangs, his claws, his tail, they all come out the moment he tastes you.

Vampire!Gepard gets super shy when gets caught looking at your neck. He tries to look at anything else, tries to work on his swordskills, to distract himself but his eyes keep wondering and he keeps almost drooling for you. A needy whimper escapes him when you guide his lips to your neck and tell him that its okay to take a bite, to ask when he wants something. You'll gladly let your sweet boyfriend have you.

Vampire!Jing Yuan drinks from you only in the morning. He has a very big appetite when it comes to pretty much everything so giving you a whole day to get your energy back is very considerate of him. If he takes too much and you end up feeling to weak the next day he'll drink some of the blood that he's bought but its never as good as yours. It used to be fine before he tasted yours but now, yours is the only kind he craves.

Vampire!Loucha feels almost guilty whenever he drinks from you. He has many potions that he can take as a substitute and as a doctor he knows how easy it is for you to faint from bloodloss. So he tries to take only small sips to make sure you have enough time to recover after. Has special creams that he rubs over the bite marks he made on your body to help with the lingering ache and to make them heal up faster.

Vampire!Sampo takes sips from you for good luck before he goes on a mission. He sometimes gets payed in blood so he's never hungry but he likes the way you bite your lip when he asks for a little snack. Teasing you is almost as much of a pleasure for him as drinking your blood is. He always makes sure to kiss the spot too, adding a little more stimuli to the already sensitive part of your body.

Vampire!Welt always bites the insides of your thighs because that's where you're the softest and your blood is the sweetest. Add to that your hips rolling towards his mouth and your hands grabbing and pulling at his hair, the little gasps from you when his tongue passes along the bite and he bites the other thigh to give it a mirroring mark, how can he resist such a lovely treat.

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

after the concert

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | (cw: age gap 25/41, nsfw, pure smutty smut, mdni)

König carries me the whole way to my apartment, his hands gripping my ass and thigh, subconsciously kneading them, while my head snuggles in the crook of his neck, my mouth coasting over the soft skin. The fingers of my right hand are tangled in his hair, resting at the back of his head scratching ever so slightly, while the other one strokes down his stomach, the keys in it jingling with every movement.

His fingertips dig deeper into the swell of my booty. "Stop it, you're killing my restraint.", he grunts and I just giggle.

We're already at my apartment door and honestly, I'm just glad we didn't run into any neighbors. He takes the keys from my hands and unlocks it, carrying me inside. Unfortunately, he does not yet know about my cat.

"Uah, what the fuck is this?!", he curses, as the kitty rubs against his legs, so he almost stumbles over her. I can't hold back a laugh while he carefully tries to not step on the cat's tail.

I slide out of his hold onto the floor and pick Mimi up. The small little black furball purrs against my face, butting heads with me as she tries to get her daily dose of cuddles in.

"You wanna hold her for a bit?", I ask, not waiting for an answer, just shoving her against his chest and his big hands grab the tiny kitty. I giggle to myself, taking off my shoes and heading to the kitchenette to get something to drink because I'm parched from the concert. And very sweaty and sticky from all the dancing and moshing.

When I return, I see that the little minx already has him wrapped around her little paw. He doesn't even look at me, totally enraptured by the little creature. She's currently snuggling into the crook of his neck, purring against the tall man.

Cockblocked – or rather pussyblocked – by my own cat. But I know how to change that.

"So, uh, you wanna take a shower?", I ask, with a wry grin. I've never seen anybody set down a cat quicker, König bending down quite a bit, not to just drop her onto the floor. When he straightens back up, his gaze is on me, burning into me, stripping me down with his eyes.

"I would like that.", he says, his voice a bit deeper than it was before.

My mouth falls open a bit at his lustful stare because it just got harder to breathe, and I just head to the bathroom to my right.

I unceremoniously pull my shirt over my head and drop my skirt to the floor before I pull off my bra and tights. I don't think about it too much, but at the same time I feel how he's staring at me, his gaze burning into me. Turning around I catch him, the mouth agape. The way his eyes skim over my body like a light touch, dwelling longer on certain spots. Dropping from my collarbone to my tits, further down to my stomach and my still clothed booty. He stalks closer and I take a little step back, so I still can look up at him without straining my neck.

He gets rid of his t-shirt as well, and my mouth goes dry. The tattoos from his arms span over his strong shoulders, huge pecs, one side adorned with a little ring in his nipple, the broad chest... he is obviously in very good shape which isn't surprising given his occupation.

But he also has a little pudge sitting at his waist and a bit of tummy. My god.

I have to will my fingers to stay at my side because all I wanna do is touch everything, run my hands over his torso, squeeze, cuddle – lick.

His long hair falls down over his shoulders, some strands coming down over his face, softly flowing over the muscles, the pecs, when he moves.

Dark hair peppers his chest and my eyes follow the happy trail down into his jeans, so clearly tented by his erection. A slight smirk plays on his lips while he pulls the zipper down and takes off his pants, not wearing anything underneath, so his dick springs free, hanging heavy in front of him, as the denim falls onto the floor. A sparkle of jewelry catches my eye, and I realize he has a piercing on his tip. I feel red hot blush color my cheeks while I take off my panties, like this is all just normal and chill. And I’m totally normal and chill.

And I try not to fucking stare. I mean I already felt it pressing against me. And I know how big he is. So, of course, his dick is huge as well. But my god, I don't think he will fit.

Before I can spend any more of my thoughts on his size, I hop into the shower that's usually very spacious. For me at least. When König joins, it gets crowded. But I don't care.

Our bodies press together, when I reach for the knob, turning on the shower, and the warm spray rains down on us. His arms wrap around my waist, and I can feel his dick pressing into my belly, softly rutting into the soft pillow, doing so almost subconsciously, while he leans down to kiss me.

"Damn, I planned on eating you out in here.", he whispers against my lips. "But I don't think I can even kneel down."

"I'm sorry, the other shower guests were never as big as you are.", I joke lightly, ignoring how him talking about eating me out made me feel, but when I see the expression on his face, I regret bringing up former partners. I mean, I don't want to think about his former partners right now either. But it's true nonetheless, in every kind of sense.

"Hm, seems like I need to kidnap you into my shower sometime...", he mutters, his hands roaming my body, fingers digging into me.

I can't suppress the little shiver rolling down my spine. He feels it and acknowledges it with a little "We don't need to do anything, okay?", still making sure I am okay with all of this.

I get on my tiptoes, holding onto his shoulders, pressing my body up against his. "But I want to.", I whisper before my lips crash into his.

Our touches get heated, care thrown out the window, desperate kisses and tangled limbs. He spins me around, his hands grabbing me, stroking down my sides, until they land on my hips, tilting them back ever so slightly. He grinds against me and I answer his testing advances, moving with him.

My palms are placed flush against the shower tiles, his front against my back. His lap presses against the swell of my ass, the tip of his dick slipping in between my thighs. I press them together around him as he pulls back a bit, then snaps his hips forward again.

His hands cover mine as he starts to slowly fuck my thighs, his dick stroking over my puffy folds, the hard length pressing against my clit, the head nudging against it with every pass.

Fuck. If that's just a little taste of how he plans to fuck me...

"Oh, you're so fucking tiny, Kleine, you're gonna be so fucking tight around me.", he growls against my temple, the words dousing me in hot arousal.

"I don't know if you're gonna fit.", I whisper, moving my ass back into him again, panting.

He hums, a light confident sound. "I'm gonna make it fit, don't worry." His lips find the sensitive spot on my neck while his hips roll against me, and I can feel the wetness between my legs that has nothing to do with the water flowing over us.

I'm getting all worked up, and he is as well, but he stops, pulling back, his harsh breath hitting the shell of my ear. "Come on, need to get you into bed.”, he says with a hint of mischief in his voice that makes me giggle.

I wait for him to leave the shower and step out, getting two fresh towels for us.

We're drying ourselves off quickly, our horniness making us hurry along, and when our gazes meet, we can't help but laugh. I hang up my towel and his as well, hurrying out the bathroom in the direction of the bedroom. He follows me with long strides, actually catching up to me and giving my booty a little spank. I squeal and jump onto the bed, crawling onto the soft sheets, turning around to look at him. He sits down next to me, the mattress dipping down under his weight, and before he can say anything, I pipe up: "I'm not on the pill, and I uh- didn't know your size.", feeling a little shy all of a sudden.

"Don't worry." he pulls me into him for a moment and puts a little kiss to the top of my head, like he actually wants to kiss the worries away, before he goes to grab his wallet from his jeans, pulling a condom out of it. "I brought some, even if I felt presumptuous at the time of putting them in there." A little grin plays round the corners of his mouth.

He puts the foil square right next to the bottle of lube I moved from inside the drawer of the bedside table to the top of it. Setting it aside for later.

König smirks at me, the little grin getting wider, as I look up at him, kind of waiting what he’s gonna do. He grips my ankle, pulling me to the edge of the mattress again, which makes me yelp and giggle, relaxing into the sheets after he positioned me how he wants me.

He kneels down in front of the bed, still being at eyelevel with me, and kisses me. His hands grab my waist, his fingers trailing down, kneading the flesh of my hips, digging into the swell of my ass. I hold onto him, feeling his strong shoulders and the soft hair underneath my fingertips, stroking gently, while I answer his kiss. My tongue against his, tasting me.

His mouth wanders from mine over my cheek, down to my neck. Hot, open-mouthed kisses, that make me pant. Moving onto the collarbone, kissing and sucking, until I'm sure he left a hickey. Kissing further down, which has me arching me back, so my tits pop out and his tongue licks over my nipple, a loud moan leaves my throat, spurring him on, his mouth closing around the pebbled tip.

The licking and soft sucking almost distracts me from his fingers dropping down between my legs. The fingertips stroke over my pussy, wet and needy, and we groan in unison as he dips into me for the first time. I clench around his finger, my hips moving of their own volition, searching for more friction, fucking myself onto his hand. Desperate for more.

He softly bites my nipple, the stinging sensation pulling another hoarse moan from my lips, while he adds another finger. My hands tangle in his hair, pulling him into me, while he caresses the other boob, his digits moving inside me. He moves down, kissing down, and I slowly fall back onto the bed. Kisses on my tummy, my hips, the soft mound over my pussy. He pulls his fingers out of me and pushes my legs back, still hovering over me. His gaze wanders from my sex to my face, our eyes meeting, and I almost feel like he’s waiting. I’m desperate, needy, his touches left me panting, and a little “please” from me is all it takes.

My knees are up against my chest, as he dives into my pussy, licking and sucking, hungrily lapping up the wetness. An “Oh fuck” drops from my lips, little mewls and moans following, and I squirm against his face.

I feel the light scratches from his stubble, the sensation of it against my sensitive skin sending shivers over my body, my hips violently jerking against his mouth. He licks up and down, nibbling, sucking, his hand spreading me for him, and I don’t think I’ve had anybody ever shamelessly eat me out like that. I can’t help it, but my fingers tangle in his hair again, the soft locks that I felt underneath my fingertips when I was sitting on his shoulders at the concert, now that his head is between my legs again for so vastly different reasons.

He doesn’t complain, humming ever so slightly, a satisfied little noise, when I pull at his roots, wanting more, wanting him even closer.

His hand wanders up my body until it reaches my chin, clasping around my neck. The breath halts in my throat, as his fingers squeeze lightly and his tongue dips into me. His thumb moves over my lips, pushing between my teeth. I lick and suck instinctively, like I would another part of him. He growls lightly at how I’m sucking his digit off, a sound that vibrates against my wetness, and I almost cum.

His mouth latches onto my clit, sucking hard, and with a loud moan my orgasm crashes over me. His fingers push into me again, the added sensation prolonging the waves of arousal washing over me. My thighs push together in an effort to make his teasing touches stop, but he doesn’t until it subsides, and I slump down.

He gets up from the floor and climbs onto the bed, positioning me in front of him, my legs spread over his thighs. I feel exposed, lying before him like that, my pussy on full display. He reaches for the condom and the lube, opening the foil packet with his teeth and rolling the rubber down on his length, the latex stretching to his size easily. I watch him, his dick resting against my stomach as he puts some lube on his hand. It still seems very big, to be honest. He sees the little skeptic expression on my face, and a cocky smirk stalks on his lips, while he spreads the lube on the condom and positions himself at my entrance.

“If it hurts, just tell me, okay?”, he says, the deep voice soft. “I don’t want you to hurt.”

I nod. “Yes.”, anticipating the feeling that floods me as soon as his dick presses into me.

Pushing into me, stretching me, while his thumb softly rubs my clit.

Rutting back and forth slowly, until the combined wetness from the lube and my pussy is coating his whole length.

He buries himself deep inside me, until he bottoms me out. I clench around his length, which makes his eyes roll back, a low grunt falling from his lips. A little choked sound escapes me. Feeling so full, I think I might burst.

Well, he said, he would make it fit.

He bends forward, fitting right between my thighs, placing a little kiss on my lips. He pulls back a bit, his gaze intently on my face, as he starts to fuck me, low and slow.

His long hair falls down like a cascade, the tips grazing over my neck and boobs, as he fucks me slowly, still letting me adjust to his length. My back arches and my lids get heavy from the intense pleasure of the deep pushes into me.

"Look at me, look at me." He grabs my cheeks with his hand. I will my eyes to stay open, focused on his face, our gazes interlocked, when he moves his hips oh so sweetly. It’s different from how I imagined it would be.

I can feel how he’s holding back. And I can see the hunger in his eyes as he straightens back up, his gaze moving down my body, taking in my titties that bounce slightly and the spot where we are connected.

But I also can feel his restraint slipping with every push of his dick into my wetness.

“Can I fuck you harder? Please.”, he begs, his voice dropping, his hands grabbing me again.

I reach out until my fingertips touch his hips, stroking over the soft skin. "Do it. I already told you, I don't break that easily.", I answer, whispering. And that’s all the encouragement he needs.

He starts to fuck me – really fuck me – rolling his hips into my lap. He pulls my legs back and up, so they rest against his shoulders. And who would have known? They really are very good legrests. I mean, my legs aren’t really resting on them, my feet dangling up over them, the size difference really obvious right now. But I don’t have any time to dwell on that thought, with the way he’s fucking me right now.

It’s even more intense like that, with my legs up in the air like that, and I can really feel his whole length inside me, reaching so fucking deep. Incoherent curses and a lot of “yes” is all I’m able to articulate.

His dick pistoning in and out of me, his large hands gripping my thighs, pulling me into him at his rhythm. The swell of my ass colliding with his thighs, the sound of skin slapping against skin, our intermingled moans and sighs.

This is much more how I thought it would be. Him throwing me around like he wants to, me getting my brains fucked out, taking everything he’s giving me.

My back arches of his own volition, my hands trying to hold onto to something, tangling in the sheets beneath me. He pushes into me hard and deep, and my thighs start to shake.

"Yes, fuck, come for me, Liebes.", he grunts, the words almost an order. One I cannot refuse. I cum on his dick, and he just keeps on fucking me, dragging it out, stroking over my clit with his thumb.

He doesn't even let my orgasm fully pass before he drops my legs and flips me onto my front. Pulling up my hips a bit, he fucks into me. My hands fist the sheets, holding onto them, not to get shoved forward, my face is pressed into the pillow, my moans getting swallowed up by it.

The sounds of his grunts and my moans intermingle, filling my little bedroom, the whole bed shaking, softly thudding against the wall.

The different angle is getting me worked up in no time, his lap colliding with my ass over and over again, skin slapping against skin. His fingers are digging into the supple flesh of my cheeks, holding onto them.

“You feel so good, fuck.”, he praises me, accompanied by a delicious little groan, and I can feel the words as a tingle up my spine.

His other hand is splayed out on my back, pressing me into the mattress, while he fucks me deep and fast, and I’m just so fucking full. I can feel the wetness drip out of me with every push inside, leaving a mess on his lap.

I turn my head to the side, trying to look at him, while he does me like this. I can see his long dark hair whipping back and forth, with every snap of his hips. I reach my hand back, looking to connect, and he takes it, interlocking his fingers with mine, while his dick is making me lose my mind again. The third orgasm hits me unexpectedly, and I clench around him, squeezing him tightly, his name as a soft sigh on my lips. “König-“

That seems to do it for him as well.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck.", he curses, moaning deeply, the strokes getting sloppy, then he cums inside me, the condom as a barrier in between.

As soon as he catches himself, he pulls back out and turns me around again, snuggling himself on top of me. My breath goes raggedly, my chest expanding wide, I’m still reeling from the sex. But my god. The way he’s holding me now, looking at me. The softness in contrast to the hard fucking before. It’s almost too much.

His eyes are searching my face, a hint of worry in them. "Are you okay?", he asks softly, panting just a tiny bit, a slight red blush on his cheeks. I nod, still finding my ability to speak properly. "Good.", he says, seeming a little relieved, and he slumps down next to me, pulling me against his chest. We stay like that for a few moments, skin against skin, relishing the feeling of our embrace. Post-orgasm bliss is the stuff of sappy rom-coms, not of real life hook-ups. Or so I thought.

"Back in a second.", he mumbles against my temple and gets up. He straightens up, ridiculously tall next to my bed. He heads out the bedroom and my eyes follow the sway of his hips, his delicious booty on full display, his hair swaying with every step, reminding me of how it whipped back and forth while he was fucking me.

I hear the snap of rubber, fumbling with cabinet doors and the running of water.

He comes back, having gotten rid of the condom, a glass of water and a wet cloth in his hands. He sits beside me on the mattress. "Here, drink a little bit.", he says holding the glass up to my face. I sit up a little bit more, grab it and take a few gulps. I didn't even realise how dry my throat had gotten.

He strokes down my left leg, softly spreading me and then starts to clean me up with the cloth, the warm water washing away the lube and my arousal. We just sit there in the little silence that's only filled by our quiet breaths, my little sips of water and the noises of washcloth against skin. And for a moment I fear that I might get shy now, but the serious yet calm expression on his face, while he washes me, grounds me. Because he just acts like this is the most normal thing to do. When he's done and I've drank all of the water, he puts the glass and the washcloth on the little bedside table and climbs into bed again.

He scoops me up and pulls the blanket over us, covering our naked bodies. "You don't know what you were doing to me in that little outfit of yours.", he whispers into my hair, pressing soft kisses onto it.

I sigh for a moment, my eyes turning down. "Yeah, I really like it too.", I say, the smile on my face staying on despite the little pang I feel in my chest.

He scoots down, coming face to face with me. "Hm, what's going on?", he asks me, whispering softly.

"Just thank you for taking me to the concert today, okay? I don't think I would have had the courage to go alone, even less so wearing a skirt.", I answer timidly, not able to look into his eyes.

"You are very welcome, it was my pleasure.", he says, pressing a kiss to each of my cheeks and then one to my lips. It's soft and sweet, so different from all the other kisses we shared this evening. "Thank you as well, today was my first concert in at least 15 years or so. And it was a lot of fun."

"Then you're welcome as well. Old man.", I say, the teasing making me smile at him.

He chuckles. "You're a cute little thing, you know that?"

I shoot him a look, trying look mad and intimidating, but the amused expression on his face is telling me that I’m not succeeding at that. "I'm neither cute nor little."

"Yeah, yeah, keep telling yourself that.", he teases me back, then he gets serious again. "Do you want me to go?", he asks, searching my eyes.

I shake my head, my hands roaming his body, softly stroking and squeezing. "No, you can stay the night.", I say lightly. "If you want to."

"Good, cause I do.", he answers, pulling me into him, squeezing me against his broad chest, his big arm lying on my back, the fingers softly digging into my ass. My cheek snuggles against his pec, while I play with the strands of his hair, feeling how I get calmer and sleepier in his embrace.

"Quick question.", he pipes up and the mischief in his voice lets me perk up. "Have you ever been woken up by getting eaten out?"

I give him the full sideeye while I slowly shake my head. The devilish grin turning up his mouth makes him look like he's already thinking about it and in his mind, it is fucking delicious.

"Would you like to try it out?"

The expression on my face doesn't change as I try to mask the wave of arousal washing over me from those words alone. Enticing and just a little bit kinky, and nobody ever offered to do that to me before. "Yes.", I answer, not able to suppress the little breathiness in my voice.

He chuckles, pressing another kiss to my lips, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. “Then I guess, you’ll have to go to sleep soon…”

part 5

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NSFW How to keep your werewolf happy Guide 01

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4 | PART ?

NOTICE; TOP/DOM Male Hybrid Reader

CHARACTER; Sub/Bottom Soap

CW; Scent Kink, cock warming, face fucking.

ADDITIONAL; I don't mind Fem/Fem aligned readers reading but don't feel insulted/complain that I strictly don't do Fem reader, not my cuppa tea mate.

INSPIRATION; @/Bluegiragi Monster AU on Twt and Tumblr

NOTE; This will be a mini series staring our favorite little hybrids. Part ? Will be a poll of a repeat character or a non 141 character.

It isn't a surprise as your working away at your office, hands slow yet steady as you finish off writing the recent report about Captain Price's mission hours prior. You helped out this way when you weren't needed for a mission or on heat/rut leave. In this case, there was simply no need today. And you were fine with that. You could easily relax to the sound of nothing but yourself.

Well. That's what it was before. Usually, you're quite familiar with who's outside your door, with how specific everyone is in their own knocks, Gaz and his light yet solid knocks, Price and his rougher yet slowed pace knocks, and Ghost, who of course, doesn't always give the courtesy of knocking, only knowing it bugs you, after all.

But It was was when a sudden knock and a quick opening that left you rather less time to say 'come in' and more confusion as who the fuck could be disturbing you so suddenly. Sour words lay on your tongue until you saw your mate. Soap looked tired and seemingly agitated as he walked over, his eyes not bothering to look at you as he moved you and your chair and found himself slumped to his knees beneath the desk. His face by your belt, his tail seeming limp.

"Soap? What happened out there?" You ask, your voice laced with mild concern. It's rare to see him all beat up like this, his tail left with weak attempts at a wag and his ears folded back, and your eyes soften. "Soap, pup, speak to me." You coo softly as your hand cups his chin. He looks up at you, his eyes gentle, and he nuzzles into it. "M'rough day ou' in tha field." Is all he speaks out. It seems the day weighing on his shoulders. "M'don wanna think." He whispers, and you know what to do.

You allow yourself out of your belt, the sound leaves Soap perking up slightly and watching, his eyes looking down at your cock. And soon enough, you're somewhat out of your boxers, and Soap looks up as if awaiting an okay to his favorite treat. "Go ahead." You murmur, stroking a hand through his hair, and he happily goes down on you, sloppy wet tongue sliding up and down your cock, moaning at how it makes his mind all fuzzy and soft with no thought in mind.

Your touches begin soft, caring and loving as you whisper praise. It's only soon enough that you begin fucking his face, guiding his head up and down it with your hand as you grunt out. And Soap has no complaints as you do, sucking away eagerly as drool slips down his reddened lips.

The smell of your musk from previous training earlier drives him mad, eyes eagerly looking up at you for your approval, as his tail wacks the inside of the desk with each wag. His mouth stuffed full of the cock he loves so much.

He was quick to move his mouth up and down, tongue lapping at it as if you were the sweetest treat.

Constantly looking up to you for praise or your loving eyes, and a rumbling purr each time you caressed his hair, the scratch behind his ear making him melt.

Panting as he pulls off and a string of drool and whatnot is left, he looks up and smiles in baited breath. The little spot in his cargo pants dripping cum is enough to tell you, you've done a good job.

"M'gonna cum pup, you ready?" You ask of him in deep pants, and he nods quickly, moving his pace right down to the base of your cock, his hands fondling your balls a little as he tries to chase your sweet release. And with each push of your hand on his head, he remains at the base of your cock until you've finished, his mouth stays on until he swallowed it all.

He looks up at you, his breathing a little heavy as his lips were still wrapped around your cock.

But, reports are still reports. So you offer Soap to cock warm you for the remainder of the afternoon. And that's something Soap is sure to agree too.

Aftermath;

Price is quick to not open the door at a mere wiff of passing by your office. But he isn't denying that he's had a thought of doing so..