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Been SLACKING on the entirety of kinktober as a whole đ maybe I'll just write more knotting/breeding/in heat brainrot instead at this point đ inbox is open for prompts and suggestions!!
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Another absolutely lovely story with @bashcrandicoot 's lovely Dev and Gale đ
You can find this one on ao3!!
Dev desperately finds himself needing to escape to his sub space again, but doesn't know how to ask for it.
~5.4k words
tw: pup play, leash, collar, @n@l, pillow humping, sliiiiight overstimulation
Things were starting to get to him again.Â
Of course, he didnât know that, he just felt it. He was never one to know how he was feeling, especially when he was in the middle of it.Â
It had been long enough since their life had found some balance, since theyâd last seen the rest of their companions; that is to say, life was all but normal. As normal as it could be when you were the perfect stay-at-home husband to one of the worldâs newest and yet most sought after professors of magic.Â
He cherished every moment of their shared life together; the big ones, the small ones, the ones he wished would pass faster and everything he wished he could slow down and live in forever. There was a sort of beauty in the everyday domestic bliss of being as he was, creating a warm home where there had been something so desolate and cold just months before. To every God Devour had cursed and and every holy being he berated, he found himself gently thanking them for the gifts they had now seen fit to give him.Â
And he knew this. He felt this deep within his core in a way that made him feel full and complete and like all of the pain and the suffering that they each had to go through was worth it if this is the ending theyâd so graciously receive.
But yet, there were times between it allâbetween the galas and speeches and extravagant dinners and glorious receptions, and the soft domestic bliss of baking fresh bread and pressing expensive suitesâwhere he got lost. It wasnât often, but it was recognizable enough.Â
The soft care from his husband never ceased; constant brushing against his waist, his arms, his hand, peppering kisses all over his face and smiling at him from across the room or dinner table. But there were still times when Gale saw his lover's eyes shifting into the shadows, losing themselves to the dark places of what once was.Â
Getting Devour to let him in to help bear the weight of it all took time, but Gale was patient. They had all the time they could ever need to nurture each other, and he made sure Dev knew that, no matter how long it took, or how many times he needed to repeat himself.Â
Seeing the rage in him the first few times helped Gale to understand him better; there were still parts of Dev that he didnât quite knowâjust didnât quite getâbut he knew that with more time and more love, one day, he would. After all, he had infinite amounts of it all to give to him, if thatâs what he needed.Â
Heâd never get him to admit it, but Gale knew how deeply he needed to be cared for, to be reminded that he was allowed to be small and to feel things, especially the things that he tried over and over to push away. Heâd say it until he was blue in the face in every way he possibly knew how: Gale would make sure he truly knew that it was okay to turn it all off and let go, let himself be held together by someone who could see the more vulnerable parts of him and choose not to hurt him nonetheless. Someone who would love him more for it.Â
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It was a little bit different this time, though. For all the work heâd put in, Dev could tell where he was headed when everything started to slowly close in on him again. That didnât mean it was easy, but at least he knew.Â
He watched Gale from across the study as he hunched over his desk, brows furrowed as he played with his graying hair and studied the tome beneath him, every few minutes rapidly flipping through a couple of pages before pausing to take notes and mutter under his breath.Â
Dev let out a soft sigh, getting lost in the sight of the person he loved most. He watched him work some nights, joining with his own miscellaneous tasks on others, or simply lounged for a nap next to him. Tonight, he wanted to study Gale the way he studied his books, wanting to drink in every part of him with his eyes so that he wouldnât ever forget what it felt like to just feel.Â
Galeâs first glance up was small; a little smile as he caught Dev watching him before returning to his work. He just got so incredibly caught up in it all every once in a whileâthe thin parchment full of incredibly tiny text, analyzing old spells, grading papersâthat sometimes time would escape him and suddenly the sun would have risen. Now, however, after just a moment, he looked up again, letting his gaze linger on Dev before waving across the room and cocking his head to the side.Â
He leaned back, stretching his arms for a second and sighing again. âAre you alright, dear?â
Dev nodded, giving Gale a soft smile of his own.
His eyebrows shot towards the ceiling as he slowly stood from his desk, putting down the quill he was holding and setting his wire-framed reading glasses down on the heavy wood. Just a soft little smile? He thought, no snarky remarks? No sexy comment? He found himself thinking back to the previous few days.Â
Gale had spent an obscene amount of time on campus, as was usually required of most professors towards the end of each semester. Dev wasnât one to mind the long work days, especially since they werenât a constant part of the normal schedule. Now, though, as he watched Devâs eyes soften, his chest heave gently with emotion, he knew heâd missed all the usual signs of his slow descent into needing from him, more so than usual and in a way that Dev always hated to ask.Â
He shook his head, smiling gently at Dev as he shed his suit jacket and walked over to stand behind the chair where he sat, leaning himself over the back just a bit and placing his arms over Devâs heavy shoulders, resting his head on the plush seat back. âItâs nice to be home with you,â he said, letting out a soft breath as he kissed his intricately scaled cheek. âIâve missed you these past few days, being so busy.âÂ
The way his body reacted to Galeâs touch told him everything he needed to know: Dev really needed him. But not just in the way that someone needs their partner when theyâre in love, but in the way which Dev just does.Â
He melted under Galeâs small hands, leaning back against the chair and letting his head rest. His eyes fluttered shut as he huffed out a breath he didnât know he was holding, almost shuddering as he felt Galeâs lips meet his face.Â
âIâve missed you, too,â he mumbled.Â
Gale nodded, smiling as the gears in his brain started to turn. âCome,â he said, patting Devâs shoulders as he stood straight again, âletâs pick something for dinner. Iâll cook,â he smiled. He rounded the chair and held out a hand to Dev. âThen I can give you a massage and run you a bath. Let me take care of you, okay?â
Although there was a tiny little part of him that screamed to resist, Dev got lost in the caring words. His eyes melted of their concern and fear for a moment as he let the idea of being pampered fill him with excitement, trying his hardest not to push it away. He nodded, his eyes wide, a tiny smile working its way to his lips.Â
âIâd like that,â he whispered.Â
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Gale knew how to work a kitchen quite well and every time Dev got to see him in action he couldnât help but swoon. No matter how low he may have been feeling, Galeâs jaunty little banter and twinkling little steps couldnât help but bring a smile to his face. There was something to the way Gale was able to make something so simple into art that he could watch over and over again.Â
Gale reveled in the fact that everything was working as expected. He knew how to care for Dev and saw each little quip and joke and gesture and flashing smile loosen him up more and more, showing him that it was okay to let go. He took his time making Devâs favorite meal, singing through his motions just to keep the smile plastered on his face. The real art here was knowing how to make and keep him happy, and Gale was a known artist.
âDo you know, Dev,â he said, lighting a few candles on the table before heading back to the stove, âJust how proud of you I am?âÂ
Gale was glad he was facing the lovely meal on the stove, not able to contain his giddy smirk. He knew itâs what Dev needed to hear, but what really made him blush was knowing how his eyes went wide and heart fluttered in his chest every time he was praised.Â
He never let Gale do it often, let alone asked for it. But now, he sat behind the wizard at the stove in a heavy wooden chair that seemed much too small under his hulking form, quiet and blushing and shuffling his feet beneath him.Â
âItâs on nights like this,â he continued, throwing a few things into the boiling pot and stirring softly, âthat I remember how lucky I am. How lucky we both are.âÂ
He turned to face Dev, smiling from ear to ear as he saw how flustered heâd become. He knew he wanted the praise, needed it even, but that he never knew how to take it or what to do when he finally got it.Â
Gale tilted his head to the side, letting his wiry hair fall over his shoulder, making his way to where Dev sat. He sighed, pulling the neighboring chair over to sit closer to him, letting a hand gently fall upon his lap.Â
âDev?â he all but whispered, leaning down a bit to try to get his gaze to meet his own.Â
He saw him fighting it and could smell the smoke coming from his ears as he heard him fighting with himself to give in.Â
Gale sighed, lifting his hand to caress the dragonborn's soft face, lifting his chin and turning his cheek, rubbing a soft line across his scales as he met his gentle eyes.Â
âIâm here,â Gale said, his voice finding its way through all of the fighting, the steam, the raging machines whirring inside his skull and somehow finding their mark.Â
Devour let out a heavy breath that he didnât know he was holding, leaning over and letting his full weight fall on the wizardâs lap. He caught his breath in time, taking a moment before each exhale to savor the scent of Galeâs worn suit and stained apron. Places he didnât even know could be tense finally relaxed, a full body shudder running through him as he finally found himself centered again.Â
Gale let a practiced hand trail along his scales, tracing the intricate lines and symmetrical patterns they made all layered upon themselves, smiling when Dev nuzzled himself just a little more into his lap.Â
They sat like that for a moment, Gale holding Devour as he found himself falling deeper and deeper into the comfort of it all.Â
Gale let out a deep chuckle as Dev pushed and scooted himself closer to him, wrapping an arm around his lover and leaving a small kiss on the top of his head. âI truly am proud of you, you know. And lucky to have you.â He hummed a soft tune, letting a moment of silence lay between them as Dev sighed comfortably into his lap.Â
Gale smiled as he clicked his tongue. âOh, Dev,â he all but sang. âYouâre a good boy, right?â
Thatâs it. Gale had him.Â
For a second Dev went stiff, letting the words hit him like a tidal wave like they did every time the name left Galeâs lips. Then there was the little squirming, soft grumbling giggles, hiding his face in the depths of Galeâs apron and lap. He gripped onto the fabric as his fingers twiddled amongst themselves. Even though Gale couldnât see it, his lovely scales were flushing a deep, deep red.Â
Gale let out the most gentle laugh, rubbing Devâs back as he was all flustered. âWhat do good boys say when theyâre praised, pup?â he whispered.Â
Dev squirmed even more, pushing his head into Galeâs soft tummy as he pulled at his clothes, shaking his head and grumbling under his breath despite the wide smile he was hiding.Â
âHmm? What was that?â Gale teased, scratching him on the side of his chin.Â
More shiting around, more squirming, another little laugh. âhmkdankyuff,â he said between a huff into Galeâs lap.Â
Gale chuckled, shaking his head and smiling as Devâs little hips started to wiggle back and forth. âGood boys know how to speak up.â
It took a moment, but slowlyâand after a bit of convincingâDev lifted his chin, his big puppy dog eyes wide and soft and meeting Galeâs gaze with a yearning he knew all too well. His jaw tensed as he tried to hide his smile, his blushing only getting deeper and raging from his cheeks to the tip of his snout.Â
âI⌠uhâŚâ he whispered, flicking his gaze to the side, âthank you,â he all but mumbled.Â
Gale laughed, leaving another little kiss and a soft pat on the top of his head before standing. Dev tugged a bit at his robes, whining as he stood and looking up at him from where he sat, pushing his snout against his waist.Â
It filled Gale with more than mere joy to see this side of him. Itâs this he thought, taking care of him, that makes it all so worth it.Â
He met Devâs little sad whines with a giggle of his own, wrapping his arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze, watching the little wag of his hips picking up as his tail started to sway along with it.Â
âHere,â he said, patting him on either shoulder and taking a step back, âIâll be right back.âÂ
Gale stepped away for a moment, leaving to the hall to rummage through an old drawer or closet. Dev decided to make himself comfortable and found the softest spot on the wooden floor of the kitchen to sit down, waiting for Galeâs return.Â
He lost himself there as he vibrated with anticipation, his eyes drooping as he felt the wave of comfort wash over him when Gale came back through the archway.Â
His smile grew wider as he approached Dev, his heartbeat pumping in time to the soft thumps of his worn leather boots against the floor. With each step he took, Dev seemed to swoon more and more, all but drifting away from everything that was holding him back just moments before, now smiling and blushing and wagging his tail across the floor as Gale bent over to give him a peck on the snout.Â
âCome here,â he muttered between a hot breath and a smile, locking his gaze with Devâs wide and happy eyes as he gently clipped the hefty and warm leather collar around his neck.Â
The little latch clicked into place, sending another jolt of electricity up Devâs spine, his energy all but spilling over as he kissed Galeâs cheek once, then twice, then a bunch of times over and over until Gale finally started laughing and stood up straight, scratching the top of Devâs head as he made his way back over to the stove.Â
Dev started to follow him, then stopped. His brows furrowed as he pouted, letting his butt slam on the floor as he let out a huff.Â
Gale chuckled, turning back around. âYes, pup?â
It didnât matter how deep he was already in, whenever Gale looked him in the eye and called him that sweet, sweet name, he melted. His eyes flicked to the side as he shrank where he sat for a moment, working up the courage to ask.Â
Gale put a hand on his hip, raising his brows, waiting.Â
He shuffled a bit where he sat, the way the worn leather felt against his neck bringing more heat to his face as he tried to clear his throat. âI⌠youâŚâ
Gale beamed at him. âHmm?â He urged him to go on. Â
âYouâŚâ he stuttered over himself, his words becoming a little breathy as his cheeks flushed deeply. âMmmmyouforgottheleash,â he breathed out all at once, trying to spit the words out as fast as possible as he squirmed where he sat, gaze flicking around the floor.Â
Galeâs gaze darkened as his smile widened, his step back towards Dev full of conviction. âI didnât forget, love,â he said, the low hum of his voice causing Devâs heart to skip beats and stomach to flutter. âI was merely waiting for you to ask.âÂ
He knelt down on one knee, taking out the coiled leash from his pocket and softly unfolding it, grabbing the little metal clip and lifting Devâs chin with his other hand, the glint in his eyes shining bright as he attached it to the loop on his collar.Â
âYouâre being a very good boy for me,â Gale smiled, standing and tapping his foot on the floor before stepping back to his place in front of the stovetop, looping the other end of the leash around his wrist and giving it the softest of pulls to making sure Dev followed and sat as close to him as he could.Â
There was no hesitation as he leaned up against Galeâs leg, letting his head lay against his thigh as he closed his eyes and smiled. Dev let his thoughts get away from him and focused solely on just how good it felt to be pressed up against him while he hummed away, stirring the fragrant pot of hearty stew while every so often looking down at Dev and smiling, nudging him gently with his knee and leaning down to pepper a small kiss on the top of his head.Â
He finally found himself letting go of it all, forgetting all the things that had driven him away from such grace in the first place. His eyes closed as he breathed in deep, rubbing his nose up Galeâs leg as he sighed with feeling just as small as he needed to, just as held and cared for.
There was a gentle haze hovering around his thoughts, one of Galeâs creation even if he didnât know it. Dev breathed him in, his eyes fluttering behind his gently shut lids as he felt Galeâs hand upon his cheek, breath upon his skin, gentle eyes locked upon his own. He let himself revel in the perfect moment, his breath hitching in his throat as his thoughts started unraveling even further; from the feeling of being held to that of being needed and claimed, from gentle breaths to hot gasps. To him, the comfort was all the same, the rising heat inside of him doing nothing more than driving him further and further into the place he most needed to be.Â
And, of course, Gale noticed.Â
How couldnât he, with the growing tent of Devâs pants and the gentle roll of his hips against his boot?Â
For a moment, he decided itâd be nice to let Dev get lost in it all, eyes closed in a heavenly way as the sides of his mouth twitched just slightly, the tiny hip rolls becoming a more solid rutting, no matter how gentle. Gale smiled to himself as he blushed, his own gut roiling with sudden need as a little whine made its way from Devâs lips.Â
He bit his lip as he gently placed the lid on the pot, a small flick of his wristâa practiced gesture, reallyâextinguishing the magic flames the stew was cooking on. He looked down at Dev and smiled, trying his hardest not to blow his load right then and there with the way his gentle and wide puppy eyes looked back up at him; so expectantly, so full of need and passion and utterly given to every one of his whims and desires, just waiting to be told what to do and to carry out the task the way every good pup does.Â
Gale took a step back from the stove, turning his back to Dev as he made a slow saunter over towards the kitchen exit. Devâs brows raised as he shifted a bit towards where Gale was leading him, the feeling of him stepping away drawing a whine from his pouting snout.Â
Gale stopped before taking another step and sighed, tapping his foot as he tugged at the leather strap he had bound around his wrist.Â
Devâs eyes widened as he felt the pressure around his neck from the pull, having to catch himself as a light groan left his lips. Gale didnât turn back to respond, merely stood there waiting, but he tensed at the pleasing sound as it found its way to him, Â
It wasnât a far distance between the kitchen and the bedroom, but Gale took his time leading Dev there, savoring every little pant and whine as he pulled him along, his willing obedience doing nothing but building that coiling feeling of pleasure in his core. He flicked his hand as they made their way down the small hall to light the array of warm candles, the sun having just kissed the horizon goodnight and the darkness starting to seep in.Â
He turned to Dev as they approached the door, twisting the knob as he watched his lover squirm. His eyes were dark with the silent ferocity of lust, yet his hands gently pawed at Galeâs leg with the touch of a feather, leaning against him softly as he looked back up at him.Â
Gale took a deep breath as his jaw clenched, his head spinning with how drunk he felt off taking the lead. He slowly reached down, making sure to savor the way Devâs face looked beneath his own, and gave the leash a tight pull, yanking Devâs cheek to be right against his, his lips against his ear, hot breath running across his scales.Â
The whimper Dev let out in response had Gale reeling as he tried to keep it together. He shuddered against Devâs ear as he swallowed the hard lump in his throat to stop himself from drooling. He nipped at Devâs soft scales, following them with a small kiss. His breath shook as he reached out with a steady hand to unclip the leash from his collar.Â
âOn the bed, pup,â he groaned, breathing in the way he smelt before slowly rising again.Â
Dev was a very good boy, quickly making his way over to where Gale had gestured. One minute he was sitting by the wizardâs feet, the next he was comfortably between plush silken pillows, cheeks flushed, cock straining against his pants as he looked back towards Gale.Â
Gale stood in the doorway, his silhouette outlined by the soft light of the candles in the hall behind him. He swayed with a set rhythm only he and Dev could feel, his chest heaving with certainty as he took every breath.Â
Dev felt himself brimming at the edge of need, whining as he rearranged himself on the bed between the pillows, his eyes flicking around the room as he struggled to cope with the blush on his cheeks as Gale sat in the doorframe and watched.Â
Gale leaned against the doorframe with an arm perched above his head, posing against it with an ease to him that made Devâs heart skip a beat. He could see the brief outline of a smile against the backdrop lighting as he let out a breath. âSo eager to please,â Gale huffed, âsuch an obedient boy.â
Dev heard the shuffling of fabric against skin as Gale loosened the waist of his pants, the dim lighting barely showing the relief on his face as he finally held his cock in his hands, letting out a deep moan as he stroked himself from base to hip, tracing his fingers over his head as precum started to leak down his shaft.Â
âSince youâve been so good,â he hissed, his head gently rolling back against the doorframe for a moment before it tilted to the side, his sultry and hooded eyes making contact with Devâs, âI think Iâll let you cum for me.â
Gale smiled as Dev wriggled where he sat, looking down at the sheets with a small little roll of his hips. He turned to the side, looking to hide his face to avoid Gale seeing just how red heâd become.Â
âOh, we canât have that, pup,â Gale said from the doorframe, chuckling softly. âI need to see you.â
Dev sighed, the twitch of his dick driving him to do as Gale said, turning back to face him in full.Â
âGood,â he droned, humming as another moan fell upon Devâs ears, tightening his grip on himself. âNow go ahead and pleasure yourself, but make sure I get to keep my clear view of the show,â he said, his breath growing heavier as he thrusted into his hand.Â
Dev took his time leaning over the few pillows, keeping his nervous yet unrelenting gaze set upon Galeâs figure as his lover bucked into himself. He was so ethereal standing there, so godlike, the light behind him shrouding his visage in a way that made him so beautiful that Dev couldnât tear his eyes away no matter how much he tried.Â
There was no thought as he gripped the sheets beneath him, squeezing the plush pillow between his thighs as his back arched and he rutted against it, matching his thrusts in time to Galeâs as his pleading gaze watched him. His soft pants became wetter, heavier with each passing moment, his building desire turning them to whimpers, turning those to breathy groans.Â
Gale watched him intently, drinking in the way Devâs body coiled against itself only to arch and stretch, his neck craning to keep his view upon him. He felt the tender glow on his chest start to radiate as his breathing became labored, his face growing hotter as his thoughts raced with how perfect Dev looked grinding against the velvet and silk.Â
âMy sweet, sweet boy,â he called to him, the praise tumbling from his lips between his mellow cries of pleasure, âso, so good for me.â
Devâs groaning became needy, please inside of short breaths as his hips bucked faster, his thighs clenched tighter. Gale shuddered as he watched him close his eyes and lean his chest fully against the mattress, biting the plush sheet as he choked off Galeâs name, pulling his shaft against the fabric faster and faster.Â
Gale bit his lip, eyes going wide and stomach tightening as Dev cried his name into the bed, not able to hold himself together any longer as he came in his hand, his spend pooling on the floor beneath him. He held his breath as his relief washed over him, refusing to take his eyes away from his lover, gripping himself tighter as the last spasm of his finish seemed to fade.Â
He took a tentative step towards the bed, Devâs face buried in the blankets to try to stifle his wanton moans and puppy pleas as he stayed lost in his pleasure. Gale let out a hushed gasp as he slowly brought his grip from his base to his tip, the small spike of overstimulation making him wince before sighing with a shudder.Â
âMy pup,â he moaned, laying a hand on the side of Devâs face, âwould you like a treat?â He crawled upon the mattress, shedding the rest of his clothes as he kneeled before where Dev was bent, his hard and throbbing cock hovering above his face.Â
Dev did not need to be asked twice, immediately taking Galeâs length into his mouth, bobbing his head to the rhythm of his thrusts into the pillow. His tongue played sloppily along his shaft and tip, drool dripping from his chin as his cheeks bulged, his eyes shut as Gale laid a gentle guiding hand on his head.Â
His immediate groans of pleasure were all the encouragement Dev needed to take more of him, all of him, quicker, faster, deeper, all at once. He whined against his throbbing dick between wet gags and hard swallows, Gale praising him with nonsense words as he pushed himself deeper into Devâs mouth.Â
He wached Devâs shaking become less rhythmic, his groans deeper and his eyelids quivering as he held them shut tight, knowing how close he was. âGods,â he mumbled between breaths, guiding his motions with more ferver. âPerfect, perfect, my good boy doing⌠such a good job,â his hands twitched as he felt Dev hum against him. âYou take me so well, my handsome boy, my darling, mâmy muse,â he huffed.
âYes, fuck, gâgood boy, Iââ his gasps were hot and deep as he watched Dev take him, the vibrations of his whines against his cock pushing him closer and closer to his second orgasm. âPlease, Dev, IâŚâ
He gasped as he watched Dev move with more and more despperation.Â
Gale grabbed the back of Devâs head as he came, pushing himself as deep as heâd go into his throat as he painted it white. He bent over himself as he convulsed, feeling the thick muscles of Devâs throat contract around his head as he swallowed every last drop.Â
Devâs legs shook as he approached his own high, his rutting becoming sporadic as he mumbled his groans and cries against Galeâs cock. As soon as heâd gripped him, shoving him down as far as he could go, his breathing labored if he could catch a breath at all, he finally, finally, let go.Â
He shivered as Gale released his grip, staining his pants and leaving a mark on the pillow beneath him as he called out Galeâs name.
Gale kept his hand gently placed against Devâs head, rubbing a gentle circle on his cheek as he caught his own breath, his eyes glittering as he watched his lover come undone. âYes, my love,â he hummed, smiling wide, âThatâs it. Cum for me. Just for me, my good boy. Let it all go. Youâve been so good, my sweet. Youâve earned it.â Gale sighed, watching Devâs twtiching slow and letting his hand trail across his jaw, down his neck, over his shoulders. âYou are exquisite like this,â he whispered, mostly to himself.Â
He kept his eyes closed as he slowly felt the weight of his body returning, each breath seeming to bring him closer and closer back down to reality. Gale was gently stroking his head, his cheeks, his chin, his own breathing soft as he looked down at Dev.Â
He bent down, leaving a small spattering of little kisses along the side of Devâs face before chuckling a bit to himself. âLetâs get you cleaned up a bit before we eat, hmm?âÂ
Dev sighed, finally letting his eyes flutter open as he looked at Gale and whined, kicking the pillow to the floor and rolling to his side, his big eyes pleading with the wizardâs.Â
Gale couldnât help but laugh as he flopped down beside him, wrapping his arms around the hulk of a dragon whoâd curled up in the middle of the bed.Â
âOkay,â he said, unable to stop himself from smiling or deny a request from Dev, âwe can cuddle for a few minutes, then eat.âÂ
And as they did, Dev knew he was right where he needed to be.Â
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Kinktober Drawing Event [1 / 3] : "Nipple Play"
The first drawing event of the month ft. my oc RogueMay and my buddy @cowfii oc Hina <333. I've been looking for a reason to draw these two and I finally found it through RogueMay being a horndog for his wifey â¨
[Cropped for obvious reasons, full photo is on my Bluesky lol]
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ALRIGHTY!!!!! Been slacking on the kinktober fun stuff, so here's a short piece with the killer band from Pelican Town đ Abigail has a giant purple strap, you cannot convince me otherwise.
The fun kinktober prompt list is from @thebluester2020 I've missed a few days and have decided to squish a couple of the prompts into this one bit.
tw: piv, pa!nal, foursome, reader gets all their holes stuffed lol, slight mentions of the tiniest bit of nipple play
Honestly, at this point, youâd take any excuse to sit between the three of them. Band practice? Sure! Game night? Absolutely! Some pool and beer at the saloon? Yoba, was that even a question?! You didnât even catch yourself thinking before responding, always so enthusiastic and ready to have a good time with your new friends.Â
You were really glad for it, too; itâs always nerve-wracking to settle down somewhere new. Most everybody in town was really kind, though, welcoming you with open arms and wide smiles. It took awhile to get the farm off the ground and back into a functioning state, but now it seemed to feel like you had all the time in the world.
Sure, some farm chores and miscellaneous tasks had gone a little⌠neglected since the first set of beers the four of you shared, but you didnât mind. It was almost like, somehow, things seemed to take care of themselves whenever you got all caught up like this.Â
It was getting late. You laid with your back on Sebastianâs bed, legs up against the wall as you stared at the ceiling, thinking of all the chores youâd have to try to squeeze in tomorrow morning before heading to the mines, then stopping by Clintâs and thenâÂ
Abigail plopped herself down on the bed next to you, letting out a dramatic sigh as she laid her head on your waist, joining you in staring at the ceiling. The gentle haze of smoke lingered in the air, painting pretty pictures as it wafted around.Â
âYou know,â she said, twirling a bit of her hair between her polished nails, âIâve been⌠thinking,â she turned her head to the side to get a better look at you as you looked down to meet her gaze, a deep flush painting her cheeks.Â
Sam seemed to choke a bit on his drink from where he sat at Sebastianâs desk, coughing as he turned away to stifle himself in his sleeve. He made eye contact with Seb, who sat lounging in a beanbag on the floor nearby, his eyes wide open and suddenly seeming very awake.Â
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It was like a dream. An extremely intense, sort of violent, slightly painful, heavenly cross-faded dream.Â
Abby was hot beneath you, her hips bucking with a fervor and excitement you didnât know she had, let alone about you. The wide-eyed smirk that was plastered to her face when she showed you what else she brought in her backpack was vivid in your mind as she relentlessly thrusted up into you. Each little moan she pulled from your lips made her giggle, encouraging her.Â
Sam all but fell over himself stripping, barely giving you any time to adjust to the massive strap practically hitting your cervix before plunging a few fingers into your ass, trying and failing to loosen you up enough to take him with at least some ease.Â
He sighed, groaning as he pushed his tip just barely inside before you tensed and yelped with the pain that came with it. For a moment, everyone stopped moving, even Sebastian as he was halfway through unzipping his jeans. You wanted to hide your face in something as you felt all three sets of eyes snap onto your half-naked body, all three of them dripping with concern.Â
You tried your hardest not to shift yourself as you took a deep breath. âI⌠youâŚâ you breathed out, âI didnât say stop.â
A new sort of hunger flashed in Abigailâs eyes as she thrusted up into you with more purpose, letting out a sly laugh as she deliberately reached up to your chest, fondling you and pinching your nipples as she bit her smiling lips. She giggled in response to your gentle yelps, cooing soft teases as you took the strap all the way to its ring.Â
âSooo soft,â she hummed, giving your tit another squeeze.Â
You shut your eyes tight and let out a soft groan as Sam chuckled to himself, thrusting every so gently as he let his tip get swallowed by your hole, letting his head fall back as he smiled. âOh, our lovely farmer likes it rough?â He laughs between a tight hiss and a deep groan of his own, pushing himself every so slowly just a little bit deeper inside.Â
Abigail let your nipple roll through her fingertips, smiling wide as she worked her hips up against yours over and over again. âIf she likes it rough,â she panted, letting her tongue flick across your supple skin, âthen we can give it to her rough, right boys?âÂ
Sam twitched as he finally bottomed out, your tight hole clenching tight around him as you whimpered. âFuck⌠so tight I didnât even think Iâd get it all inâŚâ he mumbled to himself. âRough,â he laughed, giving your ass a swift smack as he slowly pulled his shaft out, shuddering as the feel of you practically pulled him back in. âWe can do rough.â He looked briefly at his friend, standing just a ways off. Sebastianâs cock was gripped tightly in his hand as he fapped with a mad manâs vigor (LMAO THATâS SO FUNNY TO ME). He was slack-jawed, wide-eyed, staring at the scene unfolding before him. He was all but shaking as a small piece of his hair fell before his face.Â
Sam laughed a bit to himself again, losing his breath a bit as he got lost in your ass, giving way to ever so gentle thrusting. Your whines became soft groans became pleading moans as he found a rhythm that matched Abigailâs.Â
She lapped at your nipples beneath you, leaving generous love bites and hickeys all over your chest and neck as you lost yourself atop her. âQuit your staring, voyeur,â she laughed between soft soft bites, âsheâs got a third hole you could be filling.âÂ
He all but fell over himself as he stumbled towards the three of you, his breath hitching in his chest as he stood straddling Abby, his red and aching cocking bobbing in front of your face. Abigail laughed, peppering a few more kisses on your skin as she took hold of your chin, lifting your face to look at Sebastian head-on.Â
âAww,â she said, letting out a little tut, âopen your mouth now, honey.â Her voice was like a thick blanket as it enveloped your skin, your eyes fluttering shut as your mouth fell open, your tongue lolling out over your chin as you leaned towards Sebastian.Â
His hand gingerly met the back of your head, guiding you ever so slowly to the tip of him before pushing you deeper. He seemed to shake with anticipation as he let out his first long and guttural moan. âYoba,â he groaned, letting his gaze linger on the way your cheeks filled as he pushed himself further into you. For a moment, his gaze lifted to meet Samâs.Â
Heâd taken your virgin ass and stretched it perfectly to fit himself inside, the pain of it becoming a steady swell of heat as his cocked rubbed against your walls, Abbyâs quickening pace providing just the right pressure inside as he pushed steadily against it.
You gagged against Sebâs hard length, feeling Samâs tib throb deep in your ass as Abigail giggled with your tit in her mouth. You were lost in it all; lost in them. Who ever would have thought that your most depraved fantasies could have ever been a reality? Well, you couldnât even imagine it now, considering just how full your head was with all the pleasure they were giving you.Â
It was a sudden coil that all but seemed ready to burst as you let yourself get lost in it all completely, nodding along as Sebastian bobbed your head up and down his length, the other two building that heat inside your core.Â
Samâs breathing became sporadic as he gripped tight onto your hips, pulling you further and further onto his length as he gasped and groaned, chuckling between each huff as he looked towards Sebastian.Â
âFuck, bro,â he laughed, his head twitching as he approached his peak, He lifted a strained arm over your back, a smirk on his sweat-ridden face.Â
Sebastian pulled your head all the way down his shaft, shuddering as you gasped when his tip hit the back of your throat. He was close, too; you could feel it.Â
He blushed deeply, lifting his own toned arm and meeting Samâs outstretched hand with his own, giving him a crisp fiver as they both blew their loads.Â
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You were a sweaty, cum-filled mess, all splayed out between the three of them. Your breathing had finally leveled, your eyes feeling a bit heavy as your head laid on Sebastianâs chest, one of his hands lazily playing with your hair.Â
âAbbs, take the damn thing off,â Sam said, looking around the cluttered room to find his missing boxers.Â
âYou canât make me,â she teased, strutting around the room, the giant strap bobbing up and down with each step she took across the room.Â
You sighed, giggling gently to yourself as Sebastian rolled his eyes. âWe should do this again sometime,â he muttered, smiling.Â
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Kinktober Day 8: "Sthenolagnia"
Summary: You've always had a not-so-well-hidden thing for men with muscles. So, it was only to be expected that you would develop a crush on Alex!
Warning(s): Reader is a picky lady in this one, Dub-con(?), Alex is kinda mean in this one, Fingering, Muscle Worship kinda(More so that the reader just really likes men with muscles and her dreams come true tbh)
Side Note(s): quick note: sthenolagnia just equals "muscle worship". when i first heard of it, it sounded way dirtier than what it actually is.
Also second side-note, instead of Anthon from ZZZ. I'm gonna switch it up to Alex from SDV becauseâ idk, I thought it would fit him more lol.
You've always been into a certain type of body type when it came down to your men.
Tall and handsome? That was a given and easy to find on a good day, but...what really got you going? A man that was fit and hunky, broad-shouldered, and with arms strong enough to crush a melon between his bicep and forearm. And with such a specific type of interest, your numbers in the dating pool reduced significantly. You thought you'd be able to ignore it, and date men who were outside of your picky selection box but...it was so hard!
As someone who preferred to be tossed around.
You couldn't stand the thought of a man with arms as thin as a pencil being able to do that to you!
You had just about given up until your grandfather recommended you to move to Stardew Valley on account of a letter you had finally gotten around to reading a few years after his sudden passing. When you packed your bags and got on the first bus there, you weren't expecting much really. A farming town? Old people and families, at most. You weren't expecting there to be people your age and you were fine with that!
You tried to focus your mind on doing good by your grandfather.
At least...until your plans were derailed a little.
When you saw him. The only gridball player in the entire town, tall and handsome, with sun-kissed skin and a pair of green eyes you found yourself getting caught up in every time you spotted him in town! But your favorite part about the stranger? (Who you soon came to figure out was named 'Alex') It was his muscles.
You were hooked on having a taste, just a small one! Nothing too major, after being stuck with such poor pickings in Zuzu city for the last few years, you were a tad bit desperate to fulfill your fantasies!
Luckily, however, Alex was eager to fulfill his own fantasies, especially with the cute new farmer who kept eyeing him like a piece of meat every time you two happened to be in the same vicinity.
. . .
Alex currently sat behind you on the bare wooden floor, your back arched against his chest as he hooked his legs over your won, forcing them to stay open as he used a hand to piston his thick fingers in and out of your pussy whilst he used his free arm to keep you in a headlock. You whined pathetically as loud squelches echoed throughout your small farmhouse, your slick spitting out of your cunt dirtily.
Alex tightened his lock around your head, the tight feeling of his muscles making you dizzy as fat tears began to dot your eyeline. "Stop squirmin' farm girl," Alex hissed against your ear. "You can definitely take it, can't you?" He continued mockingly all before it was followed by a harsh slap against your pussy. A yelp left your lips, Alex laughing at your whines as he strained he looked over your shoulder to admire his work of making the newest addition to the town into his own personal slut.
He slapped your pussy again, enjoying your cries before he suddenly yanked his fingers out from your wetness and shoving them back in, continuing his unforgiving pace. "A-Alex!" You keened. "T-Too...t-too much!" Your body shook and jerked in Alex's hold, your nails scratching fruitlessly against his forearm as your body didn't seem to know whether it wanted Alex to keep you in a headlock or if it wanted him to let you go to get more air into your lungs.
However, Alex was having none of it.
Instead, he loosened his headlock, allowing you a few seconds of air before he resumed his lock only this time...he slapped a hand around your mouth to silence your moans. He roughly pressed your head back against his shoulder, forcing you to look at him while his fingers started to curl and abuse your g-spot.
One merciless thrust after the other...
"Stupid farm girl," He said to you cruelly with a disapproving look in his eyes. "Can't you listen? I said...take it." He hissed.
Your blush behind his hand only increased as you felt his cock twitch and bounce in its confines against your ass. Yet, Alex, he forced himself to be patient as he tried to focus on the imagination of what your pussy would feel like, clenched around his cock as desperately as it was currently on his fingers. "C'mon cute girl, squirt over my fingers and I'll loosen up on you like you're beggin' me to!" He laughed.
He soon paused his fingers momentarily, your brain foolishly beginning to convince itself that he was giving you a break until...he resumed, shoving an extra finger alongside the current two that were inside of you as all three digits honed in on your g-spot. Your whines behind his hand grew higher and higher in pitch, tears falling down your face from the sheer intensity of your pleasure as your thighs started to shake. Your whole body was beginning to shudder more and more until...a stream of liquid gushed out of your cunt.
Alex groaned at the delicious sight, licking his lips as a smirk plastered itself onto his handsome features. "Gooood girl..." He whispered against your ear, placing an appreciative kiss on your cheek, fingering your cunt, and praising you until your squirt finally died down.
Alex kissed you one last time as he pulled his fingers from your cunt. "Knew you could do it, farm girl," He smirked. His arms quickly wrapped around your torso, hugging you to his chest as you struggled to catch your breath, whining and moaning freely now that your mouth wasn't covered anymore. Shakily, your hands ran over Alex's arm appreciatively. And the whole time, your eyes trailed over the beads of sweat that beaded the skin of his forearm and bicep, like a dog eyeing its new favorite toy.
And Alex didn't even dare think of missing the way your eyes threatened to form into hearts as you looked at his muscles. "Y' like that?" He snickered as his arms tightened around you more. "You'll be getting more of 'em in a second. Next, I'll fuck you on that squeaky ass bed of yours, you can admire my arms as I fuck you in a mating press." He continued.
That was when Alex's cock twitched against your ass again, you knew good and well that you weren't a break anytime soon.
Not until you squirted around his cock that is.
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R A H did a lovely art trade with the amazing @bashcrandicoot (@ leonthecowboy over on twt) đ he's such a wonderful and talented artist!!! This piece is with his tav Dev and Gale post game :) you can also find this one over on ao3!
Gale finds himself reminiscing about how lovely it felt to be held by the weave, and Dev gets jealous.
tw: spanking, impact play, jealousy, semi-public, a little bit of exhibitionism, belts
âIt was all just so⌠Well, I donât know, thereâs so many words that could describe the way it all felt that I guess I didnât really stop to wonder whatâŚâŚâ
It was nice to hear him ramble now and again; the soothing, almost velvet feeling of his voice wrapping itself around every inch of him as he got lost in the wizardâs ramblings. He didnât bother how embarrassing it was for everyone else to see his scales flush and eyes go wide as he got lost in Galeâs words. Maybe he did a little, but everything was out in the open now and he wouldnât be the one to hide how he felt, even when it was a bit off.
Like now, for example. One glass of heady wine became two, became four, and there were just so many things the damn fool had to say about all the shit Dev truly wished he wouldnât.
âYou have to admit, it sounds wondrous, doesnât it?â
His attention was drawn back to his lover, cheeks flushed and eyes glossy with the thoughts of nostalgia, of something once known that heâll never know again. The breeze of the open tower window from this high up had the tip of his nose red and his hair fluttering back behind his shoulders, looking almost angelic where he was perched.
It made Devour sick.
He was never one to know his own body more than what he felt in the moment, so he may have regretted the hard sigh and roll of his eyes after the fact, but not now.
âI donât remember askinâ,â he huffed, leaning back on the overly-plush chair that seemed to suck him into its cushions. The breeze blowing through the window brought in a waft of all the lovely things in the world: the warm sunset, soft sea mist, fresh baked sweets being sold on the open market square⌠Dev couldnât help but to let the jealousy start writhing up in his core.
Galeâs eyes seemed to flare a bit, twitching at the edges as the harsh words sunk home. âWell, excuse me if I assumed my current partner would like to know the intimate details ofââ
Devâs hard groan silenced him again as he fought to conceal the small smirk he always felt bubbling up inside of him whenever he managed to shut the damn wizard up.
âOh, the intimate details!â he said, setting his cup down with force on the small wooden table beside him, his voice whiny and mimicking his loverâs. âThe tingle of the weave upon me dick and balls was ever so lovely⌠ah, to be so close to the starsâŚâ he snickered to himself, suddenly sick of the comfort of the plush chair as he stood to stretch his arms, walking towards the open window to take a deep breath of fresh air, knowing it wouldnât help soothe his anger.
Gale gasped a bit to himself, standing from his own comfortable seat and wrapping his soft robes tighter around himself as his brow furrowed. His cheeks flushed a deeper red, his anger plain on his face. âIâll have you know it was much more than a mere tingle, if youâre so keen to jump to it, then.â
Heâd never admit it, but every mention of everything that came before him pricked that little part inside of him that wanted to prove to all the Gods just who the wizard belonged to. Maybe it was the comfort of life without the constant fear of death, or the idea of having nothing better to do besides being madly in love with one another. Or, you know, he very well could just be drunk and bored. Nonetheless, two facts remained the same; Dev was a very jealous man, and jealousy and anger go hand in hand.
Gale sighed, shaking his head. âI shouldnât have expected you to understand.â
Devâs eyes flashed before going dark, his heavy feet making their way over to the wizard with a slow purpose.
âTo understand what, hmm? How astounding and otherworldly everything felt?â he scoffed, his hot breath hitting Gales forehead making him burn with rage even hotter, âOh, to be so lost in it all. I can only imagine the look on your face whenââ
Galeâs palm smacked against the hard scales of Devâs chest as he tried to shove the dragonborn back with a sudden burst of rage, but managed only to have him teeter a bit where he stood. âAs if I didnât have you groveling, calling me mumââ
Itâs not that he doesnât know his own strength; he does! Dev is fully aware of just how hard he shoved Gale down and back into the chair behind him, eyes wide as his hand went to feel the spot on his chest where Devâs hands just were.
Seeing him sitting there like thatârobes splayed, hand running across his chest, eyes wide, cheeks flushedâsomething clicked in Devâs brain. He let the smirk he was suppressing spread across his lips.
âAh, I get it now, wizard,â he grumbled, taking another step closer to where he sat to tower over him. âItâs my fault.â
Galeâs eyes followed his own as Dev gently leaned forward, setting a hand on either arm of the chair to keep Gale right where he wanted him.
Gale tried to stand his ground, but that was extremely difficult to do from the plush seat of a princess in her tower, cheeks red and mouth agape. He tried his best to keep his anger simmering as he swatted Devâs arm, looking to knock him out of place andâ
Oh.
Dev let Galeâs soft hand make a meager attempt at moving him before giving him a swift smack to his cheek and leaning down to him even further. The breath he let out was hot, full of intent.
And the sound Gale made was all but involuntary, a deep moan fluttering off his lips before he even had a moment to catch himself.
âI apologize, love,â Dev said, breath brushing against Galeâs ear, âfor not fuckinâ you well ânough to forget all about it.â
Gale wasnât given any time to comprehend just how flustered heâd become before Dev had pulled him from his seat and started untying the loose robes he had forgotten he was wearing. There was a blank sort of stare to his longing eyes as he let Dev hastily undress him that he didnât understand, but that Dev knew all too well; Gale liked this, and wanted more.
âI am not keen, little wizard,â he huffed, his breath heated and soft and still somehow full of anger as his hands made quick work of the ties and lace of the robe before pulling Gale closer to him. âNor am I stupid,â he spat, throwing the last bit of fabric off to the side as he got frustrated with the intricate ties and chose to rip it off of him instead.
Devâs hungry eyes looked his lover up and down, drinking in the sight of himâall tense and worked up, sitting perfectly atop his seat of silk pillows. It was another gentle breeze flitting through the window that tore his attention away from him, standing to look towards the source.
For just a moment, Dev saw the scene that was about to play out before them all too clearly, his own excitement growing as he turned back to face a rock hard, flustered, and beat red Gale.
Dev took one slow step after another towards the window before turning back to face him, lifting his heavy hand as his smirk grew on his lips and he motioned with his fingers for Gale to come and be a good boy and join him.
It was instinctual the way he rose from his too-plush chair, all but floating towards him, eyes glued to the way Devâs chest heaved with excitement, eyes glinted with need.
He took a step to the side, tucking the sheer curtain that was playing in the breeze behind the hook on the wall, nodding his head to Gale as he looked over the gorgeous city view.
Galeâs face flushed deeper, if at all possible, as he finally understood what Dev wanted of him.
âCome,â he said, his voice a deep rasp, âletâs show âem who you belong to now.â He laid a soft hand on the sill of the window, glancing at Gale from the corner of his eye as he stepped to the side.
The overwhelming feeling in his core showed itself through the ethereal glowing of the remnant that the orb left marked on his chest, the soft glow illuminating the curve of his neck, the want in his gaze. He sputtered out a remark that turned to mush as it left his lips, a soft groan taking its place as he stepped towards the open window.
Devâs hungry chuckle ruminated through Galeâs head as he bent lower, slowly positioning himself across the windowsill, chest and shoulders and head all hanging through the other side for all of Waterdeep to see.
He swallowed hard as the cold breeze made its way across his face, leaving his cheeks cold and wanting more of natureâs kiss. The anticipation wound up tighter and tighter in his core as he heard Devâs heavy breathing grow rapid behind him. He shifted himself on the wooden sill, his hard length dragging along the intricate carvings. The soft shudder of his body, the hitch of his breath⌠he clenched his eyes shut tight, waiting.
First, he heard soft clinks of Dev struggling to remove the clasp of his belt as fast as heâd wanted, then the quiet and slow hiss as Devâs hand wrapped around his freed cock, the soft plaps of his hand hitting his hips making Galeâs tip throb. He bit his lip, waiting for the feeling of Dev positioning himself at his entrance, andâ
There was a hard and loud smack as Devâs calloused hand met Galeâs supple ass, sending a jolt up his spine and a moan spewing from his mouth. He flung a hand to cover his lips, eyes wide as he looked down at the street below them to see if any passer-byers heard. The idea that they may have made him shift himself again, feeling the hard wood as he rutted his length against it.
A deep groan rumbled from Devâs core as he leaned his head back, sucking in a breath as he started stroking himself with a faster rhythm. âDid you forget how good I feel?â he muttered, spanking him again and enjoying the way the wizard squirmed with pleasure.
Gale clenched his jaw as he tried to stifle the moan from the impact, eyes darting about the scene beneath them, waiting to see if someone would look up as he rolled his hips again.
âI asked you a question,â Dev said sternly between gritted teeth, growling as he hit Gale again, the delicate imprint of his palm starting to form on his soft skin. âI expect an answer.â
Gale mumbled something beneath his breath as a whine escaped his lips, precum dripping off the windowsill and hitting the floor between his feet. âNâno, I just, Iââ
âTsk, tsk,â Dev sighed, tightening his grip on his cock as he hit him again, reveling in the way his lover looked while finding such pleasure in the fleeting pain. His eyes blazed as he rubbed small circles on each of his cheeks, over his aching hole, before spanking him again and almost coming undone at the sight of him so worked up.
The steady roll of his hips became erratic as he sucked in a harsh breath, his voice soft as he dared to try to speak again. âYou⌠You feel so good, I justââ
With another swift smack to his rear as his head hit the groove in the wood, a loud moan of Devâs name left his lips.
âGood,â Dev chuckled, leaning down to pepper a kiss on the welt he had left, âI want the whole city hearinâ you beg for me,â he groaned at just the thought, âI want them all to know Iâm your muse, Iâm who you want, Iâm the only one to make you feel so good.â
Gale nodded in response, clenching his thighs together as he tried to stifle his own release. His mind was both empty and full, his boiling desire raging through any and all other thoughts but that of needing to be totally and utterly claimed by the man behind him, marked in every way and shown that he was his to the world. He looked down, sighing as the market-goers went about their tasks, the sting on his ass making him whine for more.
Devâs moans stopped as he let out a hard huff, Gale hearing the shuffle of fabric and the clinking of his belt buckle. He looked back over his shoulder to see Devâs eyes dark and hungry, his teeth glinting against the soft purple light he was emanating as he smirked, his cock twitching and bobbing as he finished removing his belt and folding it against itself.
He quickly turned himself back around, gripping the edge of the wooden sill and sucking in a breath as he watched more civilians pass below them.
Dev knew that half of the fun was the anticipation, letting Gale work himself up over not knowing when heâd feel the impact next. He watched as his legs continued to rub against one another, clenching his thighs tighter and tighter together, his whining growing in intensity as he once again picked up the rolling of his hips.
âSay it,â Dev mumbled, groaning as he stepped forward to position his tip at Galeâs entrance before swinging his belt hard against him, grunting with pleasure as he watched him flinch under the pain.
Between hot moans, Gale all but cried, âPlease, Gods, please Dev,â he whined as the belt met his ass again, feeling the slow pressure of Dev pushing himself inside.
âPlease what?â he asked, groaning as he took his time filling him with his cock.
There was no hesitation in Galeâs wanton moans and pleading.
âI need you, Devour,â he rasped, lifting his ass to push it against Devâs hips, âI need you to make me feel good in the way that only you can.â The thoughts of those passing by below him continued to plague his mind, but he refused to look, not wanting to know or caring to find out if anyone saw them, getting lost in the idea of all of Waterdeep knowing that he liked being Devâs bitch, needed to be Devâs bitch. It made his cock throb more as he clenched his thighs together even tighter, Dev bottoming out as he let the belt smack against his ass again, this time letting the heavy copper buckle leave a mark against his red skin.
âAgain,â Dev growled, enjoying the blistering blood forming beneath his supple skin as he started his relentless thrusting.
Within moments, Gale was gripping the outer edges of the windowsill and all but screaming Devâs name to the streets as he was plowed into from behind, the pressure building as he clenched his thighs together all too much for him to handle as he came undone on the beautifully carved wood.
As Gale came, he told the world just what Dev needed to hear. Between half moans of his name and nonsense, he let himself get lost in his commands.
âOnly you can make me hurt this good,â he breathed, his spend starting to drip down his thighs where it hadnât pooled on the windowsill. He steadied his breath as he groaned, Dev quickening his pace to meet Galeâs high with his own. He whined, shaking with the overstimulation.
Devâs claws dug into Galeâs hips, dropping his belt as he rammed himself against his ass, the bruised and bloodied welts driving him over the edge with desire.
âIâm yours, Devour,â Gale whined to the setting sun, smiling as he felt Dev cum inside him.
Dev groaned in response, leaning his hulking form over Gale as he caught his breath, his cock twitching inside of him as he looked out to get a better view.
âAnd now they all know it, too.â
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HERES a fun Lil story I did of my wonderful mutual's @thebluester2020 oc, Grayson đ he is everything I want: I CARNALLY desire this man đŤ If you're interested in his lore, head over to her!!
Grayson is used as a breeding stallion for the cult he's been roped into since childhood. CUE THE SMUT
tw: restraints, forced breeding, mentions of guns, blood, pain, overstimulation, abuse
MINORS: DNI
He didnât know why he kept fighting it, why he kept fighting them.Â
It was a cycle he knew all too well; one heâd somehow found comfort in. It didnât matter what four walls were in what decaying bunker, or who they sent in with what drugs or in what uniforms. He knew when they were comingâhe could feel itâand he always greeted them the same way.Â
They got better and better at expecting and deflecting the swinging fists, the foaming mouth and clamping jaw, clawing nails, and, even on occasion, the homemade shiv or small failure of an explosive. He was feisty, always coming up with something new to try to surprise them with, no matter how sure he was of never being able to escape. Fighting is what he knew; when they came to force him into something else, heâd fight them for it. What more did they expect of him?Â
Heâd never been left alone long enough in any one space to even have a damn minute to think about it, let alone know if he even wanted to think about it. The silence bounced off the stark and empty walls, reverberating in his aching skull. How long had it been since heâd slept? The pounding didnât cease no matter how tight he squeezed his eyes shut, the blood slowly flowing through his veins and rushing through his ears. The more he thought about how useless it was to fight them, how submitting would make his life so much easier, the worse it all got. As he sat in the corner of the dark room, back pressed against the wall and head in his hands, he almost missed the sound of the heavy shoes coming down the hall.Â
The chains they used to keep the door shut must have been thick, the cold metal clinking against itself and the wooden door as whoever awaited him played with the lock, gently swearing under their breath as they struggled to open it.Â
Just let them, he thought to himself, trying to steady his heartbeat as he took a deep breath, trying with everything within himself to fight the urge to try to maim whoever it was on the other side of the door. Of all the things they make you do, you may as well try to enjoy this one. Itâs the best of the worst.Â
He didnât find much comfort in the thought but had the sudden idea that maybe, just maybe, he could find some shallow comfort with her. He knew it would be her. Why else would they prep him this much, keep him locked in here so long?Â
It was with the final flash of a brief memoryâa small and clouded picture of what he thought she looked like from the last time she was underneath himâthat the door slowly creaked open, a set of tall and foreboding men standing on the other side, blocking the exit. One of them held a gun as big as Graysonâs arm, while the other carried a syringe with a comically large needle.Â
He held his breath, not daring to move a muscle as they sized him up and down, waiting for him to do something like he always did.Â
He didnât know how long they sat there. It could have been seconds, it couldâve been hours. Without thinking, breaking the bounding aching, and raging silence, he spoke.Â
âJust stick me with the fucking thing already,â he muttered, shifting where he sat as he started working the muscles in his legs to ready himself to stand. Heâd been sitting there so long heâd started to lose feeling in them.
Even though his movements werenât sudden, the men in the dark suits seemed to flinch with the sound of his bones stretching and cracking as he rolled his neck, sighed, and stretched his arms. He got to his feet, still not daring to look them in the eye.Â
Grayson held out his arm, letting his hair droop before his eyes as he watched the floor, counting the beating in his head with each passing breath. âWould you rather me try to kill you?â he scoffed.Â
The crisp sound of the menâs shiny shoes hitting the dirty floor as they made their way over to him did nothing but make the pain he felt worse, the sounds reverberating throughout the room in a way that only he could hear. He winced, squeezing his eyes shut.Â
They didnât speak as the one holding the syringe grabbed both his arms, spinning him to face the wall with a quickness and aggression that said he was a bit disappointed that he didnât get to fight Grayson today.
The man restrained him while the other kept the gunâpresumably loadedâaimed at the center of the back of his head. The chains were cold against his bruised wrists, providing an odd sense of comfort to an otherwise heinous feeling. His shallow breaths grew deeper as he tried his hardest to focus on what was to come: the way the dim lights would bounce off her bright eyes, get soaked into her porcelain skin, the way sheâd whine as they approached the doorâŚÂ
He let out the tinniest hiss as the needle quickly found its mark, jammed between either shoulder blade as far in as it would go. He knew not to go stiff at the feeling, but had to fight every instinct he had in order not to. The burning quickly subsided, as it always did, leaving a small trickle of a river flowing in its wake before the tidal wave of the drug came over him.Â
There was the first signs of its potency were the small twitches within the first few minutes, the chains binding his wrists behind his back shaking and clinking as his fingers clawed at themselves for release. His breaths became hitched as he fought with his lungs to keep working, keep pulling in the air, his heart skipping beats and the pain of that causing him to cry out, trying to muffle his screaming and writhing between clenched teeth.Â
The ravaging of his body took far too long to subside, as is one of the side effects. He stood there shivering, doubling over on himself as he heaved and gagged, the color draining from his skin while the two men stood beside him, the gun never wavering from its target.Â
Slowly, there was the essence of being pulled back into yourself, his breaths suddenly getting warmer and warmer as his lungs filled with ease, his heartbeat not seeming too slow, but pumping now with a different rhythm, a different purpose.Â
He flexed his muscles almost involuntarily, slowly rising from the hunched position he was crouched in. He kept his eyes closed, not wanting the dizzying lights to bring back the raging pounding. He sighed once, then twice with relief, a shudder running up and down his spine causing his mind to start raging the way it always did after the injection.Â
Both of the men finally stepped back, nodding to themselves as they looked him up and down, making sure everything was going to plan.Â
It was.Â
They stepped back towards the door after latching yet another chain to the ones binding Graysonâs wrists, the first man leading him into the hall as the second followed behind, finger on the trigger, just in case.Â
He vibrated with a need that he was all too familiar with, his heaving growing quicker in pace as they made one swift step after another down the dank hall, seemingly walking in time: the two men ready to kill him at the drop of a pin if he didnât behave, and Grayson, his forced rut a very dangerous thing.Â
The chains rattled not just against the hollow floors, but against each other and his hands as they shook with a boiling violence he desperately struggled to keep inside. The beating of his heart didnât get faster, but louder, the blood pumping through his veins seeming to pool in certain places as it changed consistency. He swallowed the hard knot in his throat, licking his lips as his mouth filled with saliva. Each step rumbled through his core as he felt the heat building rapidly inside of him, his cock growing as it rubbed against his thighs, small drops of precum already dripping from his tip and staining the rags that heâd called clothes.Â
His jaw clenched with each breath as they rounded the corner, the object of his new desire kept right behind the solid door at the end of the hall.Â
There was no more need to try to convince himself to behave, not to fight, to do what was needed of him; his entire being was now totally fueled by the lust shot into his veins, the smell of her own heat slipping under the crack of the door and practically sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head. No matter how quickly they stepped, how hard the chains were tugged, he couldnât seem to get there fast enough.Â
The closer he got, the stronger her scent. Eventually, just moments away from the lock being turned as he was set loose inside, he could hear her.Â
Her tiny whines and desperate pleas were soft, muffled by the heavy door but also her heavy breaths as her own body lost its fight against the drug.Â
His brain ran rampant, her smell mixed with the gentle singing of her little voice causing him to throb in a primal desire, his teeth grinding against one another as his fingers dug into the cooling bruises of either wrist. That heat deep inside of him had spread quickly, wrapping his mind in its embrace as it convulsed. Sweat dripped from his brow to his heavy chest as they approached the door, the man holding his chains taking out his ring of keys and starting to fiddle with each lock; both the one holding his wrists together behind him, and then that of the door hiding her away.Â
With each breath he took, time seemed to slow, bringing him to the precipice of a feeling heâd all but forgotten since the last time he was teetering upon its edge. He strained against himself as each dragging second passed, the jingling of the keys in the door doing nothing more than fueling the pent up, raging lust building inside of him.Â
The sounnds got clearer, louder, as the metal folded against itself inside the mechanism of the lock, finally coming undone.Â
He pulled and fought against his restraints, huffing and growling as he willed the chains to snap behind him. The feel of the cold muzzle of the gun against the nape of his neck didnât stop his fighting, merely making him convulse more in dangers grip.Â
He grumbled swears under his breath as the other man bitched for him to stay fucking still goddamnit for just a second, so he could get the keys in the lock andâ
When the chains dropped to the floor with a heavy clunk, he was already through the door.Â
He didnât hear the slamming and locking of the door behind him, too focused on the shape of her body in the cold light to know of anything else happening around him. Every muscle in his body tensed during his rapid appproach, her eyes widening when she saw him coming for her.Â
There was nothing human in that room with them; just him, her, the table she was strapped to, and the instictual, primal intuition of absolutley relentless breeding.Â
His mind was numbâemptyâwith the screaming silence of white noise until he had claimed her, gripping her skin and restraints with a ferocity very few had seen. Her soft moans and babblings of incoherent nonsense were replaced with desperate please for more, please more, as her teeth clamped tight onto whatever bits of him she could reach, the taste of his blood pooling in her mouth driving her further and further into the haze of unnatural ecstacy.Â
He didnât take the time to position himself gently before her, slowly runnning a finger or two through her aching folds to ease her into what was to come; he ws far too gone for that, and she was as ready as someone possibly could be before he even entered the room.Â
Theyâd be liars if they said the first few minutes werenât painful, but the pain just seemed to fuel them, driving him to pound into her twitching walls harder, her whimpers proving how well it mixed with the pleasure.Â
He hunched over her, lifting himself atop the table she was perched upon and letting his full weight cover her as he felt the swell start to form at the base of his cock, pushing himself deeper into her with each sporadic thrust. The harder he went, the deeper he pushed, the more he tugged on the ropes holding her there. She writhed against them as she fought against the swell of her own pleasure building inside of her, banging her head on the table in frustration as she pulled and tugged and tried to reach him.Â
Her struggle to claim him fed his fervor even more, his eyes darkening further as he repositioned his grip, taking her restraints between either hand and yanking it apart from itself, his arms bulging and chest heaving as the knot he was expecting finally popped in time with the fraying chord.Â
Her hands flew from her sides, flinging the rope aside as her nails found the honed muscles of his back, raking her fingers across his sun-kissed skin and leaving a trail of ripped flesh in her wake. She gripped him tighter, pulling him even further atopp her as she wrapped a leg around his fast-moving hips, screaming her pleasure into the small, empty room.Â
The throb at his base ached with a feeling that resonated in his core, the feel of her hands on his back and face buried deep in the crook of his neck spewing growls and heaavy grunts from his lips.Â
He lifted her from the table, his calloused hands gripping her thighs with the intent to leave bruises as her other legs wrapped around him. He let one hand find her entrance, feeling her tight slick clench around him with each gentle brush. He clenched his jaw as he felt her shudder, her own release fast approaching, as he pulled appart her entrance further than his cock alone could stretch her, breathing once, then twice into her ear, before slamming himself completley inside.Â
She cried out as her cunt swallowed his knot, digging her fingers deeper into his shoulders as a tiny trickle of blood started to make its way down his back. The warm smell of the hot iron made her shake as he continued his relentless rutting, the coil inside her bursting as a thick white ring formed as his base, her walls clenching as she came.Â
He was close, too, but not close enough. Sheâd reach her high again and again before they were done; this was just the beginning.Â
The overstimulation proved his point as he picked up the pace, his breathing labored as he finally found a decent rhythm. He lifted her limp and shuddering body up to his tip before letting her hips slam back down against his own, her hot slick dripping down his thigh and leaving a splattering mess on the floor beneath them.Â
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she beat at his chest, another toe-curling release finding itself right on the back of the first.Â
He grunted, shaking his head as he pulled out of her, letting her catch her breath but for a second as he place her back on the table before them. With a practiced ease, he guided her to bend over herself, curling over her knees and closing her eyes before thrusting back into her from behind.Â
Drool ran down his chin as he threw his head back in pleasure, the different depth of the position bringing him closer and closer. He grabbed at her ass with a feral need, making his own claw marks upon her as he shut his eyes tight and held his breath.Â
Her cries and pleas and wanton screams had all but become little whimpers after her third orgasm, her body given up on itself as he plowed harder into her. He bent over her figure as he felt the pressure building within him about to burst, lifting her hips to make sure she wouldnât spill a drop.Â
It didnât matter, though; his cum flooded her as he moaned, his grip tightening as a full body shiver ran through him. He kept himself pressed firmly inside, his spend creating a small pull beneath where she lay as it overflowed.Â
They stayed like that for a moment, each of them remembering how to breath. His grip softened, his eyes slowly opening to capture the way she looked all crumpled before him. He sighed, his gaze shifting to the side as he felt another throb in his cock, knowing and feeling just a tad guilty for the long night she was about to have.Â
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RAH đ¤đŤ HALSIN HAS A KNOT
Okay, first smut fic ever posted đđ in lime with the general theme of @thebluester2020 's 2024 kinktober list. I have,,, quite a few days to catch up on lmao, but ENJOY :D this one is full of the soft, beautiful praise I just KNOW Halsin would be a pro at.
MINORS: DNI
âGood, good, my love,â there was a gentle drone behind Halsinâs voice, the rarely seen desperate side of him making itself known. It was primal in nature; deep, guttural, needy⌠something Tav wished she could trap between her hands and cherish to enjoy over and over again until the end of time. The way his little groans escaped his lips, his hand twitching as it played gently with her hair.
She found herself like this more and more these days, but didnât mind. At first there was a bit of hesitation on her end; it wasnât often sheâd had to wonder about how she looked on her knees, and for someone with enough self-assuredness as her, she didnât think thereâd be any issue.
It was his words, though, that got her through it. Gods, his words. She could see why heâd been given such status, such responsibility. He was able to talk his way through just about anything, his velvet words wrapping themselves around anyone whoâd listen and hold them tight.
Now, as she gently took the tip of his cock in her mouth, it was his words yet again that drained her of any other thought but of that to please him.
âOh, my heart,â his soft hiss of approval driving her to take more of him as she looked up, meeting his wanting eyes. Her stomach flipped, her eyes fluttered, and she pushed herself further down his heavy length, making sure not to break eye contact as her cheeks filled and flushed a deep red.
As his jaw started falling further and further, his eyes widening more and more, his warm hand gripped the back of her head gently, pushing her to take him even further.
âYâyouâre made to be seen like this,â he managed between a huff and a groan as he continued to slowly guide her movements, âperfectly taking all of me, sat just so on your kneesâŚâ
She could feel his focus get fiercer as his grip tightened on her hair, pushing and pulling her eager mouth up and down his length with a practiced rhythm. Her little chokes did nothing but encourage him, his tip throbbing every time it hit the back of her throat.
âMy treasure,â he moaned, fighting with himself as he pulled her lips away from him, tilting her chin to make sure he could see the bit of precum dripping from the side of her lips. âAs much as Iâd like to keep you on your knees, Iâm afraid I canât help but need more of you.â
His hands caressed her waist as he pulled her to stand, lingering on her back and thighs as he slowly lifted her from the forest floor, wrapping her legs around him like so. He kissed her with both a tenderness and fierce desire that mixed so sweetly with the beating of their hearts, the pumping of their blood, the song of the quiet forest around them, and even the silent shine of Lathanderâs embrace.
He took his time exploring her mouth with his own, lazily taking his time in letting her know how deeply he felt connected to her, how greatly he felt for her. After all, they now had all the time in the world.
She could feel him throbbing and somehow growing larger still beneath her, the rhythmic rolling of his hips matching the time of their heavy breaths.
His fingers made their way to her slick folds as he led them back down to the forest floor, her legs straddling him as he made slow circles around her already aching clit. The smile that splayed on his lips as she let out a moan made her flush.
He leaned in to pepper soft kisses on the nape of her neck, on her collarbone, on her chest. âHow I love to hear you sing for me.â
Continuing his slow assault on her twitching sex, his other hand found his length and positioned himself right at her entrance.
Then, he flushed, a sudden bit of embarrassment showing on his face; something she hadnât seen since heâd gifted her the first whittled duck.
She looked at him, concerned. âHalsin?â
He cleared his throat, his eyes flitting to the side as she squirmed on his lap which, of course, did nothing but make the burly man blush more.
âWhy⌠whyâd you stop?â
He shook his head for a moment before sighing and lifting his head to meet her eyes again. âGive me your hand,â he said.
She did.Â
He lead her soft grip back between both sets of their legs, sucking in a soft breath as her fingers made their way around his shaft and down, untilâÂ
Her eyes went wide.Â
His look of concern grew deeper. âItâs, well, you know⌠There are, well, certain animals sometimesââ
âHalsin, is that a fucking knot ?âÂ
If only she could capture the way his face turned the deepest shade of red sheâd ever seen, all the way up to the very tips of his pointy ears. A smirk started to splay across her lips, and now it was her turn to lift��his chin, prompting him to look her in the eyes.Â
âIf⌠you donât have to⌠I donât expect you toââÂ
It was her own desire that fueled her next actions as she lifted herself back above his head, perfectly sat at her entrance. âWhat, is my big bear in rut?â a sly giggle left her lips as she leaned herself closer to him, her breath hot on his ear, âAfraid he wonât be able to control himself? Afraid I canât take it?â
The slowly lowered herself on his length, his dick having somehow gotten even larger than just moments ago when it was stuffing her mouth full. Her breath hitched in her chest as she took her time taking him, her walls spasming and clenching with the sudden feeling of being so full, no matter how slow she went.Â
He had all but lost himself beneath her, her words undoing any hesitation he had and melting them back into the primal desire he knew all too well; the overwhelming feeling of needing to mark her as his own and make sure she knew just how gorgeous she looked while he did it.Â
It was with a swift motion that he had positioned himself atop her, laying her gently beneath him on the grass. As the sun kissed her skin and he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, he pushed himself deeper inside of her.Â
She wrapped her legs tighter around him, feeling him not just hit the perfect sweet spot inside, but keep pushing past it as he went further and further. Her walls clenched tight with anticipation, not knowing how much more of him there was before sheâd start feeling the pressure.Â
âSo, so perfectâŚâ he muttered, his breathing in time with his slow thrusts as he watched her intently. âYou take me so well, my heart,â he grunted, finally feeling his swelling knot just barely stretch at her entrance.Â
With a deep groan, he told her to look at him. âI want to see you, love,â he breathed, âwant to truly see you as I fill you, watch your beauty melt beneath me.â
Her own moans had already become erratic, the slow rocking of his hips back and forth pulling his cock against her core in the perfect way again and again. As she twitched and writhed beneath him, she could feel herself trying her hardest not to fight against it.Â
âDonât fight it, my heart,â he kissed her temple, then her ear, then her neck, âRelax. Let me claim you.â
Her back arched as he pushed himself into her with more force, her cunt stretching perfectly to fit every bit of him inside. She grabbed at his back, legs shaking as she pulled them tighter around him.Â
âGood, love. Thatâs so, so good,â he breathed, finally bottoming out. He twitched inside of her and felt her tighten around him with each throb and little rut he pushed against her. âYes, yes, just like that, beautiful.â
His hands clenched to fists on either side of her head in the grass beneath them, the soft sounds of their sex ruminating and mixing well with the forest soft.Â
Her moans became hitched please, became desperate gasps as he continued his slow and methodical fucking. With each passing moment he filled more and more of her, saw himself claiming her over and over.Â
âMy perfect little mate,â he muttered, âyour exquisite, â his own grunts became more labored, doing nothing but encouraging the rapid heat building in her core.Â
She all but vibrated with pure passion, losing control of herself as she came undone around him, cumming relentlessly on his knot as he picked up the pace with his thrusts to chase his own finish.Â
He held her close as she convulsed against him, fucking her through her own high as he held her hips tight against his own, his spend dripping quickly down their thighs as he came undone with her.Â
Their hot breaths mingled as they slowly came back to themselves, Halsin still deep inside of her and not wanting to move anytime soon.Â
âMy heart,â he breathed, a heady chuckled finding her ears as she slowly opened her eyes to see the clear skies above them.Â
And him, framed perfectly in Lathanderâs blessing, ready for round two.Â
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