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[moomary]

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You were married off to the king as a young noble woman. The arrangement was rather rushed in your opinion, not that anyone asked for it. The king only needed a show wife, a quiet but present symbol for the kingdom and you suited well enough for that.

He didn’t need a wife for pleasure, he had plenty mistresses for that and he seemed to be in no rush for a successor. You suspected it was because he had no intent to hand over power to anyone anytime soon. Although, that's just what you assumed, others never blamed him for it. You were always the target of the hushed whispers and silent accusations of infertility, unruliness or even infidelity when it came to the subject of an heir.

The people's gossip aside, it was an easy marriage. You didn’t have to share a bed with a man you didn’t love and you didn’t have to raise his children. Many more deserving women would kill for such a life, which only made you feel worse about the utter discontent you felt. It was the loneliness, mostly. Such a privileged life and yet not a single companion in the world to share it with.

The king and his advisers only speak to you when they need you to make an appearance as their queen. Their orders always dripping with condescension and near mockery. They’ve made you smile and wave for hours, waltz until your feet blister and recite a holy text’s worth of pompous poetry but this most recent ploy was particularly discomfiting.

You sit on your throne next to your husband, hands in your lap, staring at the colourful figure in front of you. The bells on his ridiculous hat jingle as he bows his head so low they almost touch the marble floor. Quiet chuckles emit from the nobility crowding the massive ballroom and the unease in your stomach only builds.

When the jester picks his head back up, you can’t help fiddling even more with your dress, just like your husband's advisers have scolded you not to. The jester silently stares with a sheet white face, big red grin painted across his mouth. You want to shrink under the jesters stare, the blue diamonds painted over his eyes make his gaze feel piercing.

The king grins when he catches your nervous gaze.

“Do you like your surprise, my love? I thought you could use some cheering up lately. As did my advisers.”

He chuckles looking over at the old men in the corner of the room, amusing in a joke you're not a part of.

You just nod your head as politely as possible. You don’t know what's happening, but whatever they have planned can’t be good.

The jester skips up to where you and the king sit. He gives an exaggerated curtsy to the king, earning a chuckle from him and the various nobility.

The bells jingle as he springs up and steps closer to you. He stretches his hand out and you stare at it and then back to your husband.

“The fool wants a dance, my dear. Give him a dance.”

You try to hide the apprehension on your face and reach for the jesters hand. He doesn’t squeeze or pull you up like you expected, instead he holds it gently, waiting for your next move. You rise from the throne and cast one more glance at your husband, who only offers a self-satisfied grin in return. This whole time all they've wanted from you is a perfect queen and now they want you to dance with a fool?

The jester walks you to the middle of the room, encircled by leering nobility. He places your hand on his waist before dramatically correcting the mistake and placing it on his shoulder instead, looking bashfully to the audience who snicker at the joke. He takes your other hand in his and gives you a little nod before the music starts and he guides you into step.

Now obviously you know very well how to dance, you enjoyed it quite a bit when you were little although, now it’s just become another part of your queenly duties. Did any of that even matter now? Now that it’s clear the king and his peers see you as just as much of a joke as the man you’re waltzing with.

Your deep thoughts are broken when said man unexpectedly twirls you in a dizzying circle. You flail slightly in your surprise but you’re brought back into his arms just as quick to continue your steps. You fully focus on him now and you wonder what his features look like under that gaudy clown makeup. Even in the bright chandelier lights of the ball room, you can’t make out the colour of his irises. The dark circles look as if they could swallow all the colour from his face and your own. Has he blinked even once during this dance, or at all for that matter?

You’re not sure if it was your mistake or the jester’s but you step on his foot and he suddenly pulls away from you. He clutches his foot and jumps up and down in theatrical pain. The room bursts into laughter, bellows and cackles. These elite men and women delight in the humiliating performance you’re both putting on for them. It takes everything in you not to cave right there in the middle of it. Why are you being humiliated when you've done nothing wrong?

You try your best to steel yourself, replacing the need to cry with spiteful compliance. If they want a dance, they can have a dance. You curtsy at the jester, offering an apology and hold your hand out to him. He looks around and then points to himself. You can’t help but smile and nod your head.

He takes your hand and when the music starts back up again, you step in time to the beautiful melody. You try and put your full attention on the jester, not anyone else in the large room, which proves to be quite easy as he is by far the most interesting person present. You can just make out the small smile under the red painted grin, his soft relaxed eyebrows under the bright blue diamonds.

While moving in sync, you become almost lost in trying to map out his face under the paint. You look for imperfections in the face paint but can’t seem to find a single smudge or brush streak, in fact the paint looks impressively even, like it’s a second skin.

It truly does feel like its only you two and the music, for the first time in a long time you feel wanted by someone else.

But when the king grows bored he demands new entertainment.

He motions for the musicians to stop their music and you’re brought back to reality. The jester bows for the crowd and you offer a little curtsy before being escorted back to your chair to watch the rest of the strange performers routine.

You think about the jester all the way back to your courters. You think about him as you slip on your night dress and slide into bed, and you think of him as you stare up at the ceiling for possibly hours. There is too much on your mind. A sigh leaves you as you lift yourself up and open the doors to your balcony.

As you stare out at the starry night sky, you’re only thinking of the jester to distract yourself from the humiliation ritual you were just a part of. He could have been in on it for all you know and you're just naive enough to think he was being kind to you during the whole thing.

A shuffling sound from behind you makes you turn your head and it takes you just a split second to register the very colourful jester standing in the corner of your balcony.

The screech you let out is smothered by your own hand. You clutch the edge of the balcony staring at the slender man who has put his hands up, waving apologies while moving his chest as if laughing, nothing comes out of his mouth. You clutch your heart, breathing quite heavily as you stare at him bewildered. You look around trying to discern where he could have come from, and how you only now hear his bells jungle as he waves his hands, still apologising.

He steps closer and stands tall in front of you, he’s much more imposing than you remember him being. He holds up one finger and then mimics a waltz. His head bows low and he holds his hand out for you to take. He’s asking but in your mind there is little choice here. Has this also been planned? If you called for the guards would they even come?

Against your better judgement, you reach out and touch his gloved hand. He curls his fingers around yours and stands upright. You let him bring your hand to his shoulder, placing his hand lightly on your waist and stepping closer. This time is different from the last time. Now it really does feel like his attention is only on you, not with the other guests, not with the performance. It should be frightening, but you find no malice in his eyes, no ridicule in his demeanor.

As he steps into motion, you begin a slow waltz in the small space of your balcony. It's slower than in the courtroom, it's more intimate. While you dance with this complete stranger, your thoughts run rampant, you second guess your judgement again and again. Maybe the kindness you sense from him is a ruse. Maybe he is here on behalf of the king, setting up another degrading show. He could even be an assassin, come to rid you quietly in the middle of the night.

You would deserve such a fate for giving in so easily. You slowly spin in his arms and this time you don't hear the snide laughs of the nobility, just the sounds of the night. Both of you step in time and you let him guide you to the edge of your balcony. You hold your breath as he dips you over the ledge. Your eyes squeeze shut and you let out what could be your last breath ready for him to let go and let you fall.

But he doesn't let go, your grip on his shoulders never slips. You open your eyes, a bit blurry from wetness but you can make out his face, because it's right in front of you even though you're bent over the balcony far enough that your feet have left the ground. You stare back at his unrelenting gaze. In the dim light of the moon his eyes look even darker than before and something new swims in the deep black of his pupils, something sad.

They are lidded as they examine your face, your entire being. His hand on your back presses your chest further into his until you're sure he can feel your rapid heartbeat through your very flesh.

He lifts you upright again, turning you away from the ledge and out of harms way. You’re still chest to chest, he’s so close but you can’t feel him breathe. Your wide eyes stare up at him, trying to discern his expression. Your breaths are short and your grip on him hasn’t let up a bit.

He brings his hands up to your cheeks, the warm fabric of his white gloves on your cold cheeks has you easing into them far too easily. His eyes examine every inch of your face while his thumbs stroke your cheeks, you can just barely see the frown on his lips behind the painted smile. He brings your face closer to his, slow and methodical, making it very clear what his next move is. You’re not sure if this was due to his own hesitation or to give you time to pull away, regardless you let him inch closer and closer until his lips grazed yours and you finally feel him breathe out one long breath.

The kiss is deep. Despite being slow and gentle, it still forces a struggled sound from you. You would’ve thought he tasted like paint but he doesn’t, he’s warm and inviting. It’s nice.

You can’t will yourself to put up much of a fight at all. Your eyes are closed, fingers digging into the fabric of his puffy striped sleeves. You quickly learn to breathe through your nose, out of necessity and unwillingness to part from his affections.

You let him work your mouth open, slipping his tongue inside. The feeling is so foreign, you can’t help but whine. He pulls you even closer, placing a hand on your back and arching your chest further into his.

His tongue fills your mouth, sliding along yours and savouring your taste. The wet muscle reaches far into your mouth, farther than you thought normal but your experience is slim and you don’t have the awareness to fully question it. It’s overwhelming. Your knees tremble and he lowers you both to the cold stone floor. His tongue reaches into your throat, a feat you know is impossible.

You’re too lost to even think of the implications of this, as you gag and convulse around the thick muscle in your throat that no longer feels like a normal tongue. He reaches so far, your eyes roll back, your lower region warms uncomfortably and you forget how to breathe. You tap his shoulders quickly, a plea for air, and he retreats from your throat. He holds you as you cough and heave, wiping the spit from your chin.

You look at him with the an expression full of shock and fear and bewilderment and every other emotion shooting through you fuzzy mind. His expression is hard to discern but he seems both amused and sad.

He stands and brings you up on shaky legs. When he starts to back away, you panic and clutch his hands tighter. You don’t know what you were hoping for. That he would stay? That he would spend the night with you?

His face is full of what you hope is longing and not pity, you know what pity looks like. He holds you close in what you know is a goodbye embrace. He presses his forehead to yours and he places one last short kiss on your lips. Its playfull and very much not what you’d consider a proper good bye kiss. You search his gaze and you’re met with rather boyish mirth, lifting your spirits slightly.

He winks at you and takes your hand, spinning you around once, twice and three times before he lets go. When you rebalance yourself and look around the balcony there is no sight of the jester. It's just the pitying sounds of the night and your only other witness, the moon. Like he was never there at all.

[moomary]

dunno what’s wrong with me but i need a man to sweet talk me like a baby. it gives me genuine butterflies like nothing else. but it’s gotta be like. from a man who i know actually respects and loves me and thats the only way it’s hot

like i cant have someone talk to me like im a dog unless i know he respects me as an equal and loves me and values my intelligence. he just knows i like to be talked down to for fun

“ohh you’re doing so good, sweetheart. so good for me. such a good girl. my dumb little baby” in the most saccharine, patronizing voice in the world like i wont understand otherwise. for fun yk

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missionary but you keep apologizing for being loud so he tells you to “stop fucking apologizing” and tilts your head so your mouth is lined up with his ear and just fucks you harder

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Man who cums just from kissing your neck. You know?

He's on top of you, his weight fully pinning you to the couch, his face buried deep in your neck. Your hands run through his hair and up and down his back while he just kisses your skin. Not even sucking or biting or licking, just leaving hot, open mouthed kisses and moaning. You can feel his hard cock pressing against you through several layers of clothes, his hips twitch now and then when you scratch his scalp or give a little pleased sigh, but he doesn't even hump you. Just lays there, making out with your neck, until he finally shivers, his hips pressing down hard, and he moans so loud into your skin as he cums in his pants.

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Actually ykw? Marriage kink in general. Your fave being so enamored by you that the thought of putting a ring on it just makes them all hot and bothered

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diluc x subby f!reader

content: nsfw but not explicit/descriptive writing (lots of talk of dynamics and preferences i think diluc would have for intimacy), vanilla diluc and reader at first, ur married, dom/sub dynamics, soft dom/service top diluc, talk of kids at the end, bratty reader, hint of breeding kink at the end as well if you squint and if you want to interpret it that way. diluc is really just an upstanding gentleman i love him very much and want to marry a man like him someday

diluc is one character i feel strongly to be a taker of zero risks with intimacy—neither would he enjoy such risks if he were to partake. to him, the act of sex is reverent, the purest display of love between him and his partner. never should that act be tainted by fear of discovery, discomfort, or shame.

diluc would want his lover to feel completely safe and secure during such vulnerable moments. i think he’s generally very “vanilla”, and that’s not a bad thing at all. he just enjoys making you feel loved in the most intimate way, and to him, that way is in the setting of a bedroom, lights dimmed, without the company of any other save for his beloved. his favorite position is missionary, of course it is—he can see you, see your face, kiss you silly, all while protecting you from the world. he’s the perfect husband for a pillow princess, truly—just lay down and let him do all the work, sweetheart. he’d be happy to indulge in anything new you suggest, but i feel that a relationship with diluc is steady, conservative, and gently paced, as he is so very much a gentleman. should you desire to explore more, he would never stop you, but his own desires tend to remain consistent. if you are content, he is content.

diluc’s honor and gentlemanly nature will always take precedence over any sexual desire he may harbor for you, however much he may feel. he is simply an honorable man. therefore i feel strongly that he cannot even will himself to think of doing anything promiscuous with you in any sort of public setting, no matter how hidden it may be, and no matter how much he may want you, or how much you want him. it’s not comfortable, and it’s not appropriate—it’s just not his jam. i think that is probably his only hard ‘no’ when it comes to things you may ask for. he will take you home swiftly if he is able, or you will both simply endure the yearning until night falls.

i think the furthest he’d stray into kinky territory is dom/sub dynamics (this is surprising to no one). really anything where he gets to be the protector, the guiding hand, the gentle touch with a firm grip—he’s the definition of a soft dom. his demeanor is too gentle, his heart too bleedy, his soul too pure, to do anything other than love you sweetly unless you should explicitly ask for something else.

for example, if you ask him to be meaner, rougher, or crueler, i honestly think he’d be quite perplexed, and it would take him some time to adjust to the idea. that’s definitely not something to spring on him in the moment. it goes against his nature, to be honest, because he could never imagine bringing harm or even risk of harm to someone he loves so much, whether that harm be physical, mental, or emotional. diluc would have to mull over it for a while before he’s able to approach you and say he’s ready if that’s something you would enjoy, because if it’s for you, he’d try anything. once it happens and he gets into it, oh i think he’d be into it—it’s just not something he ever would have known he’d like unless you bring it up, because he is naturally selfless in love.

the diluc soft dom to hard(er) dom pipeline is crazy cause when he gets the okay from you to be firmer, he naturally takes on that role as if it was made for him, and he remains a service top through everything. his pleasure comes second to yours, and that’s how he has always operated (which also makes for very interesting flip dynamics whenever he gets desperate👁️). if you ask for him to be firm, if you tell him you want him to be in control, that you want to submit to him, that you want him to be strong, to guide you, to take what he wants?

he’s putty.

he’d ask you several times if you’re sure. if that’s really what you want. when you say yes, it is, i’m telling you that it is—he’s still rather nervous at first. at first he wonders if he even knows what he wants, because he’s always so focused on what you want.

but truly, what he wants is just to love you in a way that is safe and comfortable for the both of you. if you are pleasured, he is pleasured. that’s honestly the baseline for anything he ever does.

perhaps, though, just once, he can focus on his own pleasure a bit more. you’ve given him the explicit go-ahead, many times, and even asked for him to be rougher, after all.

so he becomes more truly dominant, giving you more directions, and asking for more from you. he even takes, sometimes, and he has never taken anything before. it makes you feel very giddy.

his new firmness opens up the opportunity for you to explore being bratty. you’ve found yourself becoming increasingly playful, while he remains rather stoic and hard-assed as he learns to deal with you, and you love it—you know he does, too, because he has told you. taming you is a nice fun precursor to the intimate and very romantic missionary sex that you two will have.

and if you’ve talked about kids in your marriage before, this is the point where a hidden desire will finally emerge in him.

he really wants kids. more than he let you realize before. and he really wants to get you pregnant. like whenever you’re ready, he is rearing to go. as soon as you give him consent, he is more needy and wanton than you’ve ever seen before. he takes more, manhandles you, and loves you firmly, and it’s literaly awesome sauce : 3

sorry lost my energy to write more and forgot how to be serious : 3 just got inflicted with the diluc brainrot for a solid 45 minutes and got the urge to write about it bc i for some reason was thinking about people having public-ish/risky sex and how i would never be comfortable with that personally for multiple reasons . and then i thought about diluc and i was like oh my glorious king he’s like a mr darcy dreamboat i swear ugh anyways

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um men who are bigger than you and tower over you in every way possible but he's obsessed with the overwhelming intimacy of missionary sex. his whole entire body covers yours, and he loves the way it's almost like he's shielding you from the world, that the wanton expressions you're making and the way your body reacts is all for his eyes only. he can control how deep he fucks into you, can carefully watch the faces you make to see if he's hitting all the right spots. loves the way he can hold your hand as he thrusts into you; especially loves the feeling of every cell in his body going weak from how overwhelmed with his love for you he gets. the eye contact is the best and worst part for him; best because he loves looking at you, to know you feel the same, but worst because you always make him go weak in the knees. his arms can barely keep him upright, and he has to bury his face into the hollow of your neck and shoulder and-

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യ YOU’RE MILKING ME, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

fem reader x wriothesley, alhaitham, diluc, neuvillette + childe ( seperate ) ; breeding + creampies. petnames used ; my dear, sweetheart. teasing. multiple orgasms / rounds mentioned in a few. pregnancy + breeding mention in diluc’s. overstimulation in childe’s.

word count. around 1k each. ₊ 𓂃 return to masterlist.

౿ WRIOTHESLEY

��You’re squeezing me real tight, sweetheart. You’re gonna make me think you want something.” It’s a sinful sort of purr, accompanied with a just as filthy roll of Wriothesley’s hips as he buries his cock into you — easily pushing past the tight hug of your walls and pressing up against your sweet spots.

It’s almost cruel how good he is, how well he fucks you when he’s got you beneath his huge body and it makes you quake— grinding out another moan as he teases at your jawline with his teeth. You can barely answer when the next deep kiss of his cock makes your lashes flutter,

“Wrio, p-please—“ Your words choke off, twisting beneath the roll of Wriothesley’s hips and the senseless grind of his pelvis against your clit. His hands are rough where they grab into your waist, but every affectionate squeeze of his fingertips feels like it burns you as he pulls your body back to meet each of his heavy, clapping thrusts.

It only urges him deeper, and you feel the way it makes even him throb when you wrap your arms around his shoulders — hugging him into you as you arch your back against the sheets.

You feel Wriothesley exhale a sigh of his own along your shoulder before he’s following it with a wet kiss, chuckling— smirking. “That doesn’t sound like a request now, does it?” His hips roll into you again, and he makes an easy show of tilting your own up to meet them — angling you in such a way that makes your legs kick out from beneath you. Your pussy squeezes around him so right — you’d think it was answering him back.

He hums again, like it actually is. “Oh no, I don’t think so.”

But then he’s pushing himself lower, and his chest is pressed so tight against yours you can barely take a breath. It makes your cunt quiver at how pliant you feel — buried beneath him while his cock presses into the hilt. He sighs, low and long, “You’re gonna have to speak a little louder than that.”

Wriothesley’s teasing always had a way of getting to you — heightening the way he was able to work your body, taunting and poking at your nerves despite the way his cock rendered you to mere mush. It was an unfair exchange — but it was one you loved so much.

It’s obvious in the pretty look you give him when he pulls back, then forward again as he gives you another thrust. This one makes him cock throb as his brows pinch together, quite telling. “Uh oh, seems like your times almost up so… ugh— you better make it fast.”

Afterall, Wriothesley could only tease you so long before he himself felt like he was going to break — especially when you’re this soaked and this tight, he can barely pull back his hips with the way you’re sucking him back. It’s like you’re trying to milk him, and that adorable little look your wearing seems to have the same thoughts in mind — but he wants to hear you say it.

So he offers you a pace that’s a little faster, rougher despite the way the flames of his orgasms are already sparking along the backs of his shoulders — ignited by the way your fingers are scratching along his scarred skin. But he knows you’re already close, he can feel that himself.

So can you, when your lips finally gather up enough composure to part— moan, “C-cum, Wrio! I want your cum, please!” You gasp, barely coherent but he hears you loud and clear as he buries his cock into you again. Wriothesley’s pace is relentless, fucking you into the fabric of the bed beneath you and driven by the weight of his whole body enough to make it creak.

Yet he still finds it in himself to tilt down at you, exhaling a breath along your features before he lifts a brow, “Oh yeah?” It’s insufferable — the lustful shudder to his voice as he coo’s down at you but you can barely respond when you feel so good. You’re gonna cum, he knows that, so he offers you another smear of his lips. “Well, since you asked so kindly. It’s only polite I provide, right?”

His grip on you is bruising now, and Wriothesley’s next breath is pushed between his teeth as he curls himself over you — burying his face into the crook of your neck as his hands squeeze even harder. “You gonna take all of it for me? Hm?” Another grunt and he can barely hold back.

But he doesn’t have to for much longer when you respond with a choked out little, “Y-yes!” and it’s almost immediately that he feels his composure crumble with that first, shuddering squeeze of your walls around him as you cum.

“Y-yeah? Let’s test that then, shall we?”

It makes you gasp, and Wriothesley groans as he feels your orgasm lure out his own — huge body twitching and pressing you tight beneath him as he tries to stop his pace from stuttering. But that proves near impossible with how well you take him, milking him for every drop as he feels the muscles in his thighs burn from exertion and he wraps his mouth around your neck to groan— burying his low sounds into the velvet surface of your skin as he teases it with his teeth.

Until his pace finally slows and you have to tap your hand against his broad back to allow him to give you some respite, to ease his huge body off of you enough to allow you to take a breath again. But not before he’s offering you another wet kiss against the new, blooming mark on your neck and beginning his sweat-coated withdrawal to offer you another smirk.

It’s a little pinker this time, charming as the heavy weight of his cock still presses deep into your cunt, still throbbing despite how much he’s just filled you up.

“Guess I underestimated you, huh? I’d say you took it all quite nicely. So… think you’ve got room for one more?”

౿ ALHAITHAM

One moment, your lips are parting — barely able to string together a sentence with how deep Alhaitham’s cock reaches, accompanied by the precise and almost relentless pace that he’s set as he fucks you into the mattress. But by the next, he’s completely stilled inside of you — breathing deep as his forehead rests on your shoulder and his chest rises and falls quickly from where it presses against yours.

The sudden switch makes you stutter despite the way your walls are still trembling, stretching deliciously from where he now rests to the hilt inside of you.

“Hey! W-why’d you stop?” Your lips jut out into a pout as you turn your head to try and face him, but Alhaitham pulls back to look at you before you can. He sinks his hand into the pillows next to your head to keep himself upright over top of you, and you find his mused — pleasure-stricken expression to look particularly handsome from this angle.

He hisses as his cock moves slightly within your warmth, forcing him to take a grounding breath. “To put it simply, it seems I’m getting myself carried away today.”

You find it particularly charming actually, the fact that even Alhaitham of all people finds himself overcome with pleasure sometimes. Overwhelmed with how good you feel that he’s had to take a breather before he cums too soon, and that realisation, that you could render such a man to this makes you have to fight hard to bite back a grin.

Though it seems to break free anyway as you give him a giddy blink, followed by a deliberate wriggle of your hips. “You’re so cute.”

Your movement makes him shudder, muttering out half of a moan as his hand that presses into the pillow fists the fabric. And he collects himself once more before he’s tilting his head down at you, “Really now?”

He continues, “Isn’t it to be expected to get caught up in the moment? I’d honestly like to see how anyone could resist you like this.” And then suddenly, it’s almost filthy the way Alhaitham lets himself rest down on his forearms again, accompanying the closer position with an incredibly deep, languid grind of his hips as he presses you down into the mattress. “Although I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon is all.” And he chuckles at how much you only seem to squeeze even tighter.

The pleasure feels suffocating, his cock kissing along the sensitive spots in your walls so perfectly it makes your toes curl from where you wrap your legs around his hips, his body forcing your legs to spread wider so that you can take more of him.

You feel his lips trace along your jawline as he presses his cheek against yours. “It’s actually quite troublesome.” He grumbles to himself despite the way the next squeeze of your walls break off the sentence. His words are almost lost beneath the next groan you manage to pull from him, and Alhaitham squeezes his eyes closed as he takes a breath.

But the sound of his pleasure only makes you twitch around him again before his next words are muttered, hissed at the way you squeeze. “Then again, I might even assume you’re doing this on purpose.” The words are spoken against your cheek as he turns to press his lips into you, accompanied by his deliberately slow, deep strokes. “Which means you’re not fairing much better yourself, am I right?”

Alhaitham’s words make you shudder when they’re breathed along the shell of your ear and your mouth parts to reply, it really does, but then he’s offering you another thrust and you feel like you can barely breathe with how deep it feels like he reaches. He can feel that himself, you’re probably about as close as he is — the dangerous spark of your orgasm beginning to ignite along your inner thighs as your legs begin to shake.

But he’s not done yet as he shifts his weight onto one forearm, letting the other trace down between your bodies as he pushes himself up to make room, and he grunts— teases. “If you don’t say anything, I’ll have no choice but to make my own assumptions.”

Another press of Alhaitham’s fingertips down your abdomen and another slow roll of his hips, making you arch as you dip your heels into his lower back — forcing him deeper as he breathes out another restless grunt. His head falls forward again, knocking his cheek against yours but his pace doesn’t falter for long — nor do his hands as they reach their destination. “So do tell. Unless you’d rather I do something like this instead?”

It’s all too embarrassing really, almost instantaneous the way that your orgasm seems to wash over you with the first press of his thumb against your clit, circling the bud nicely— precisely until he feels your walls squeeze.

But you don’t have much of a chance to bask in that humiliation, not alone anyway because Alhaitham’s not long behind you as he stutters out another groan— louder and lower than the rest have been as he presses his chest back into yours. It feels like you can barely breathe with how close he is, how deeply he’s fucking his load into your pussy as you both cum and you can only stutter and shake beneath him — nails scratching along the width of his upper back as he hisses.

You’re so deliciously tight around him, milking him senseless as he tries to keep his pace but every thrust is almost desperate, stricken with pleasure as your hips clap against his and he fucks you through your orgasm until you’re both a mess of breathes and sweat.

A little sticky, but Alhaitham still looks at you so fondly when he pulls away to smear a kiss along your cheeks, giving you a lidded— handsome look as he hovers himself over you again.

“So I guess that serves as your answer?” He snorts, cock still trembling within your sensitive walls as it softens — plugging the heavy load inside of you for as long as he stays in this position. But his teasing makes you giggle before you’re pushing yourself up to press a quick kiss against his lips, still a little drunk from your orgasm as you respond, shrugging.

“You seem to be quite pleased with it.”

౿ DILUC

Diluc’s want for you could be carnal at times, almost all-consuming even as you feel his thick cock throb from where he sinks it in you from his knees, and it makes your body jolt beneath him with every wet, heavy connection of his hips.

“A-archons— Are you sure about this, my love?” His tone wavers despite how gruff it still sounds, and every thrust only seems to urge your body to tremble from where he holds one of your thighs up against his chest. The angle allows him to admire the captivating sight of you spread out beneath him, watching the way he pushes between the folds of your pretty pussy and almost shakes at the idea of seeing it filled with his cum.

It makes his hands squeeze into your thighs before you hiccup, struggling to answer with how well he’s fucking you.

“Yes, I want it.” You do want it, him— to fuel the fantasy that you know Diluc holds to fill you up, to get you pregnant and he can barely hold himself back at the permission you give him to humour just that.

So it makes him gasp before he praises you, voice trailing off to a groan as he mutters out a tight, “You feel so good.” Though the words are almost drowned out by the sound of his heavy balls smacking against your ass with each thrust, making your toes curl from where they rest over his shoulder.

Your hands slam into the comforter to twist at the fabric, feeling your lashes flutter and kiss along your cheeks and Diluc watches you before your lips part again. Almost crying,

“I need you, please.. Fill me—ah! Fill me up..” Your words twist, swallowed behind jutted out breathes as his hips press into yours and you feel like you can barely think anymore with how deep it feels like he drives into your insides. The blunt head of his cock almost effortlessly presses up against your sensitive spots, and it makes your hips try to twist beneath him as he fucks you into the mattress.

From this position — he can imagine it, the way you’d be swollen with his children, the way your body will grow and mature as you nurture a life and Archons, it makes his cock throb as Diluc finds his pace stuttering. His eyes press closed tightly as he tries to will himself to slow down, to not get ahead of himself as he presses more of himself into you.

His breathing is ragged now but his effort doesn’t yield, “I’m.. you’re gonna make me cum, Sweetheart. You’ll be good and take all of it, won’t you?” His tone calls to you gently, dipping into your hormone-clouded mind as he lures you back to him with a particularly deep stroke.

It makes your back arch as you pull at the sheets again and your pussy quivers around the shaft of Diluc’s cock as he falters once more, grinding back into you as you mutter out a response. “I will! So please give it to me—“

Your words feel like they spill out of you but your lover hears them loud and clear as he bares one of his large palms down on your stomach — allowing him to feel even deeper as your eyes all but roll back. He groans at the way your walls hug around him at the sensation, “Then allow me to take care of you.. I always do after all.”

And then Diluc’s hands stroke over the surface of your stomach with his next thrust, his thoughts making his hips find their rhythm again— swollen, pregnant, his repeats like a mantra in his head. His next breath is groaned, low and ragged as his cock presses particularly deep. “Archons, you will be beautiful. You a-are beautiful.” And suddenly the pace of his thrusts grow faster with his praise, like he’s fulfilling his promise as his grip on your skin turns bruising.

That’s all it takes to ignite the spark before it feels like it burns across your nerves, and your orgasm washes over you after a few more deep pushes of his cock. It hits you so fast and so good, that you can barely speak— lips parting in a silent scream as you try hard to resume your breath.

But he’s not faring much better himself. Diluc gasps before he moans— but he doesn’t hold back, not when you’re panting and murmuring with each shockwave of bliss beneath him. It’s like your body is begging for him— for his family, his children, his cum, and the vibration of his groans begins to echo somewhere deep within his chest as his cock thickens inside of your creaming cunt.

He only needs to look at you, so pretty beneath him as you gasp his name before he’s following you off that edge into bliss, cumming thick and heavy inside of you with an agonised groan as he grinds his cock into you.

It’s like Diluc’s primitive instinct to breed takes over as he continues to fuck into your messy, sensitive pussy. Until you’re shaking and he’s all but curling over you, almost folding you in half with the thigh that still presses against his chest as he fucks his load deep inside of you. He only slows to a smooth grind when you’re both spent, and a mixture of your shared cum is smeared along the inside your thighs.

The final withdrawal of his cock allows him to admire the sticky ring that’s gathered around the base of him — like a trophy of your pleasure.

It makes Diluc swallow loudly as he admires it, before with his next breath he’s making sure to massage at your thigh — ensuring there’s no ache with the way he’s had it pressed upright in your position. He makes sure to press a sweet kiss against your ankle before he rests it softly back down on the mattress, and then he looks at you again.

His hand rests gently on your stomach again next, gently— before he follows the touch with a few shallow thrusts to accommodate the thick rush of cum he unloads inside of your puffy walls. He clears his throat before he speaks, “I—ugh, I think that should be enough, although I don’t mind going another round.”

౿ NEUVILLETTE

Your time spent wrapped up in the sheets in Neuvillette’s quarters were always quite intimate, intoxicatingly so when you feel his hands appreciate the push and pull of your body as he rocks himself into you. It was no surprise that the Iudex was huge, stretching your walls to their limit no matter how often he fucked you — but if anything that only made you feel even wetter as you both lie on your sides facing eachother.

You’re soaked, pussy like silk as you hump yourself up into the slow grind of his hips and the smooth movement makes you melt into his broad chest as his lips rest against your temple. It’s only for a moment before one of his hands are on your jawline, and he’s tilting your face up to admire you as he offers you another thrust.

“It’s quite easy for me to appreciate your beauty like this, my dear.” Neuvillette’s words catch as he looks you and you feel his cock throb as you both share a blink. The praise makes your toes curl as you work yourself into the encouraging pull of his other hand— squeezing into your hips as he offers you another trembled breath.

He’s close already, as are you with how well he fucks you — though the pace he’s set isn’t fast, he still works with such. precision that it doesn’t matter. Every press of his hips is driven by his knowledge and love for your body, easily pressing up against the spots that he knows first hand make you squeeze him tight, exhaling across his features.

It doesn’t take long before you can feel your orgasm beginning to tease you so dangerously close, and Neuvillette offers you a lidded— hungry blink when he feels the way you tremble, whining.

“Will it be too much?” He asks earnestly and you immediately know what he’s referring to when it’s followed by a particularly stuttered thrust. His hand on your hips pulls you back into him, hips pressing flush up against his and it feels like he reaches so deep it makes your response stutter.

“N-no, I can take it.” You say confidently, but your insides feel like they curl and ache when you watch Neuvillette’s lips part to moan at your reply.

“If you’re certain. I must admit… I’m quite fond of the idea, it has been quite difficult to deny you of it for this long.” There were instances when you seen the Iudex’s features appear quite like this. Something glowing beneath the usual gentle exterior, something hungry and carnal — he’s giving you that same depth of expression now as his fingers twitch into your skin and his next thrust presses so deep, almost too deep it feels like it steals your next breath.

“So allow me to finally satiate that thirst of yours, my dear.” Neuvillette’s words are whispery, choked off when his fingers that previously held your jawline tremble and drift from your face. You feel them hook around the back of your neck instead as he pulls you in to press his forehead against yours, and he continues to work your body closer, angling himself in such a way that makes the feeling of your organs rush through your veins.

It doesn’t take long, a few more deep thrusts accompanied by the intimate position and he looks at you from where you’re pressing against him. Your thighs lock first before you’re arching, orgasm hitting you so hard and good it almost makes you cry as you grab at the ivory planes of the Iudex’s skin.

It’s almost immediately that Neuvillette follows you, it was always particularly hard for him to resist the first trembles of your orgasm around his cock, pushing him to his sensitive end as he spills his load inside of you with his next stroke.

Though it always surprised you how much he came— despite how well he fucked it back into you, you would always feel the creamy mixture squelch out from between your folds as he slowed his pace to a grind. You can feel it making a mess of your thighs, pussy— his sheets, but he still held you close before beginning to pepper you in kisses.

Like soft little angel kisses across your dazed features before he’s finally slowing to a grind, leaving you with the sensitive, buzzed high that you feel now as he hugs you.

Neuvillette allows you both to lie there for a few moments before he makes his first movement to clean you up. His aftercare was quite sacred to you both, but when he initially feels the first wet press of his cock slide from it’s way between your walls — he can’t help but find himself looking at the space it’s just left as you still rest on your side.

His hand rest softly on your thigh as he pushes himself up to his knees, and the weight of his touch urges you to roll onto your back — leaving your thighs spread as his gaze lingers on the mess that’s left between them. You hear him swallow loudly before he speaks to you,

“It would be a shame were you to let it go to waste.” And it takes you off guard when Neuvillette quickly reaches forward to gather some of the thick load on two of his fingers. He boldly presses it back between your folds, fingering it into your still quivering walls with soft movements and he seems to like the way it makes your legs kick out. Still so sensitive as he offers you a gentle… almost innocent look.

“Though… I think I could get quite used to this sight.”

You don’t notice the way his cock twitches again, and he swallows loudly before he’s giving you another lidded… telling look. It’s that same carnal look… the more animalistic, wild one. Before he mutters, more so to himself,

“Yes, definitely.”

౿ CHILDE

You wonder how Childe seems to have so much energy. It’s a thought you have often when he has you like this, squeezing your hips from where you’re spread out beneath him — thighs shaking when he gives you a shallow, teasing thrust of his cock. The sensitive spots inside of you feel swollen, aching with the pleasure that he’s pulled from you so far.

But then you feel his lips trace and mouth at your throat as you head tilts back, and you can tell he’s nowhere near done.

“Not holding back now, are we?” Childe hums, almost chuckles as he handles you. His hands squeeze into the flesh of your hips and his next thrust sounds even louder, squelching wetly as he presses out a mixture of his last load and your cum as he pushes his cock into the hilt. You’re surprised he can even keep going himself.

But then his teeth tease at the pulse point in your throat and you feel your pussy still squeeze despite the overstimulation. It’s spent and softer as his words press into your skin, “Don’t go giving up on me now, not when you were raring to go a moment ago.”

You don’t know how many positions Childe’s pulled— folded you into by now, how many orgasms he’s ripped from your poor quaking body. But still your pussy squelches like it wants more and that makes the Harbinger over you grin when you offer up a soft, sweet little mewl at his words.

“Thats more like it.” There’s a darkness to his gaze— a greedy, insatiable hunger that only seems to fuel his next thrust. It’s a deliberately deep kiss of his cock that eases him up against those same aching spots on your walls, and with your increasing fatigue— you only seem to be more sensitive.

Your next orgasm feel like it creeps up on you even faster than the last one, but Childe offers you another croon before he’s finding a clapping pace again. His lips still smear and purr wet kisses along your throat as you offer the space up to him, basking in the way he fucks you into the mattress despite the way his cock is no doubt begging for relief itself.

“I might say you’re fairing quite well.” He praises you with the next dull squeeze of your cunt, and you can’t help but arch up into his chest — pulling him closer as if your body’s been trained to do so.

“Hah, not bad.” But as much as Childe seems to like that, he knows that that’s not the best you can do — so he doesn’t let you off too easily. Instead, he only seems to push his cock even deeper, making you tremble and soak the sheets beneath you as his pelvis presses up against your puffy clit. Until you choke on your next moan and he mouths at you again, “What’s another now, h-hm?”

His fingers squeeze into you, vice grip angling you up into his hips and unable to escape from the next deep thrust of his cock. Your orgasm is more of a dull ache this time, it’s lost its usual edge with how much you’ve cum already — but it still makes you kick out your feet, trembling completely beneath the Harbinger as your walls stutter and squeeze around his cock.

And for the first time since you’ve started you feel Childe’s pace lose its rhythm — though only momentarily before his lips are parting and he’s spilling another half-hearted load inside of your already full walls. You’re surprised he’s not shooting blanks by now, you actually find it to be quite impressive when he pulls back to give you another lidded, dark look.

It makes Childe chuckle when your teary eyes blink up to meet him, “I really do like that expression you’re wearing.” His words hiss as his cock softening slightly from his orgasm, but still he opts to press it into you again — even despite the way it makes his thigh twitch, the head no doubt red and aching by now.

It’s so much, you can’t stop shaking beneath your pleasure and your long past being able to string together a sentence now. You can feel the sweat sticking to your skin, soaking the sheets as the mess of cum between your thighs eases the next slow thrust of his soft cock.

It’s like your body wants to run from the pleasure instinctively, heels digging into the mattress as you push yourself away from the next grind of Childe’s hips, and given his not even half-hard state right now — you manage to have the length of him drawn out of you. Though the movement only serves to allow the loads he’s buried in you to leave such a mess, smearing along your sheets and body as you writhe, sending him a teary pout.

But even despite the way he’s breathing hard, slick with sweat — he has no trouble reaching over to dig his hands into your hips and pull you back. Your body is so pliant he’s able to do it with such an ease, and you feel him press his still soft, sensitive cock against your slick folds when he leans down to kiss you.

Despite the grin he’s wearing, his words call to you so gently as his fingertips massage at your hips— almost pleading for more of you.

“Hey now. Had enough already? If that’s the case, I supposed I could allow you a little respite.”

star divider by @ saradika-graphics

[moomary]

plaything | part 2

🔞 wriothesley x f!reader | minors dni 🔞

word count: 3.3k

tags: pwp, dom!wriothesley, sub!reader, bunny hybrid!reader, OFFICE SEX, light exhibitionism, possessiveness, daddy kink, praise, light degradation, cum play, penis in vagina penetration, masturbation, light voyeurism, slight dumbification

plaything :: one | two | three | four | five || ao3 link

You’re sitting on a couch at the Duke's office in the Meropide, patiently waiting for Wriothesley to finish his work. He has laid out some snacks, and books for you to entertain yourself with, but you aren't that interested.

You spend most of your time pretending to read, secretly stealing glances at him as he diligently works.

He knows that you're not reading, never hearing a single page flip in the hours that you've sat on that couch. But he never bothers to mention it, finding it cute.

"How are you feeling, bunny?" he asks, his scanning eyes remaining on his papers. 

“I’m okay… a little bored.” you quietly admit, bunny ears drooping. 

He lets out a tired chuckle, looking up from his paperwork to look at you. “Sorry, Bunny. I have some extra work to finish today…” he says. His gaze lingers on you for another moment, before he pushes himself, and his large chair, away from the desk. “C’mere”, he says, patting his lap for you to sit on.

You excitedly get up from your couch, practically dropping the book in your hand, to jump onto his lap. Your knees plant on both sides of him, into the soft, red cushion of the chair. 

“Hi, baby… I’ve missed you,” he smiles, holding your face as he leans in to gently kiss you. He’s been thinking about you all day, but has been too busy to show you that.

Your arms wrap around him, pulling yourself closer to him as you return his affection.

His tongue dances with yours, fighting for control- you easily let him take over, as you always do. Only after a few minutes does he break the kiss, leaving both of you catching your breath. 

His eyes bore into your own, darkening as they see your flushed face. He leans into you, slowly peppering a wet trail of kisses and licks down your jawline and neck, as one of his hands gently wraps around your neck. His other hand slips underneath your shirt, and finds its way to your lower back, pushing your hips closer to his. 

Stretching your neck to give him more access, you let out a soft gasp from his touches. As he pulls your hip in closer, you feel his erection slowly growing against you. Almost instinctively, your hips grind into his crotch, feeling the heat against your core.

Wriothesley lets out a low groan against your neck, as he feels your hips grind against his growing bulge. He can feel the heat radiating from you, and can see the way your body is reacting to his attention.

"Is my little bunny needy?" he teases, his voice low and husky as he continues to plant kisses all over your neck. His hands hike up your short skirt, gently squeezing your ass. He lifts his head up from your neck, and leans into your ear. 

"Do you want Daddy to take care of you? Make you feel good?" he taunts, his breath hot against your ears.

You let out a pathetic, needy whimper, feeling your arousal build in your pussy. You were already getting so wet for him. Wriothesley groans at your sounds, as he feels your growing wetness against him. It sends a wave of arousal to his cock, hardening in his pants. He resumes kissing and nipping at your neck, his hands roaming your body possessively.

"Daddy's going to fuck you so good, bunny…" he murmurs against your skin. "...Gonna make you scream his name." He slides a hand between your legs, his fingers brushing against your panties. He lets out a shaky huff feeling how soaked you are with just some kisses. His cock throbs with need. He needs you just as much as you need him. 

"Do you want Daddy to fill this needy little pussy?" he teases, fingers hooking and pulling your panties aside to tease your folds. His fingers make lewd squelches against you.

"Yes, please! I've been so good and patient for Daddy today!” you breathily gasp.

Wriothesley smugly grins, hearing your pathetic beg. His hands slide underneath the waistband of your panties, and slides two fingers into your tight, wet heat, it’s like his fingers are being sucked in. 

"Daddy's so proud of you, bunny," he mumbles, pumping his fingers in you slowly. "Gonna reward you for being such a good girl for me." 

You grind your hips against his long, thick fingers, letting out soft gasps.

His free hand unbuckles his belt, reaching underneath his pants to free his hard cock. He grips it in his hand, stroking it slowly as he continues to finger you. His swollen tip squeezes out beads of precum, dripping onto his hands, as he lazily gives it a few strokes in front of your stomach.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you. “Undress, now.” he demands. While he watches you hastily lift yourself off of him and the chair, he fully unbuckled his belt and pulls his pants down lower. 

You fumble as you pull off your top, then your panties and skirt, letting them fall to the ground. Giddy from excitement, you eagerly crawl back on top of his bare lap with a smile.

He smirks, seeing your obvious excitement. Holding his length between the two of you, he slaps the veiny, thick, hard cock on your bare stomach. The swollen, red tip leaves precum on your skin. 

Slap.

"Does bunny want Daddy’s cock?" he teases, his eyes locked on yours.  

Slap.

You nod eagerly. “Yes, yes, yes!” you pleaded, eyes seeking for his own. You lift yourself up, shuffling your hips closer to him.

Wriothesley groans, lining his cock underneath you. He grips your hips, and pulls you down onto him in one smooth motion, filling you up to the brim. 

You let out a loud gasp at the feeling of him burying himself into you. 

"Fuck, bunny," he gasps, his eyes rolling back at the feeling of your tight heat enveloping him. "You’re so wet and tight,"

You start to bounce on his cock, with his hands guiding your movements. 

"Good girl, ride daddy…" he commands, his voice rough with pleasure. "Show me how much you want it." He leans forward, capturing your mouth in a kiss. His tongue delves into your mouth, tasting your sweetness, and muffling your moans. 

"Daddy's going to fill you up, bunny," he murmurs against your lips. “Breed this needy little pussy." 

Tilting his head back to catch his breath from the kiss, Wriothesley devours the sight of your dishevelled look as you ride him. Your flushed face, hazy eyes, jiggling breasts- it's a sight that he could never get tired of.

He takes a hand to brush his index and middle finger over your lower lip. Without a word, you slightly open your mouth, and he pushes his fingers in for you to lick and suck on. 

You moan around his fingers, feeling so full of him. The fingers help muffle your noises, knowing that there's still people outside the Duke’s office. Not that it mattered much to him.

Wriothesley lets out a growl as he feels your wet tongue lapping at his fingers, his cock twitching inside you. He pumps his fingers in and out of your mouth, matching the rhythm of your bounces on his lap.

"That's it, bunny," he murmurs, his voice husky. "Suck on my fingers while you ride my cock.” He grips your hip harder, and starts to thrust up into you. His cock hits deep inside you with each movement, making your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Breaths turn into hot pants, and movement becomes more frenzied. The sound of wet skin slapping, and desperate breathing fills up the room. Already, he can feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening with each thrust, his thighs clenching. You drive him utterly insane.

"Daddy's close, bunny," he pants heavily. "Daddy's going to cum inside you." He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, both hands latching onto your hips as he thrusts harder into you.

But just as he's about to orgasm, he's interrupted by a loud knock on the door. 

Both of your sounds and movements instantly halt. Wriothesley glances towards the staircase, before looking back at you. He’s gripping your hips tightly, holding you still on his cock.

“Shh, bunny," he whispers, his voice urgent. "Daddy's going to keep you filled with his cock while we have company. Be a good girl and stay quiet for Daddy, okay?" He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He can feel his cock throbbing inside you, the need to cum almost overwhelming. 

You feebly nod, face warm at the thought of someone seeing you like this, on top of the Duke of the Meropide. You wrap your arms around him, nuzzling yourself in the crooks of his neck and shoulder, in an attempt to hide your reddening face. Not that it would help much.

"Come in," Wriothesley calls out, keeping his voice low and steady despite his arousal. 

A guard walks in, seeing your bare upper half intimately slouched against Wriothesley's. They spot your discarded clothes on the floor, but they try to avoid obvious eye contact with it. Luckily, they don’t see that you're currently speared open on his cock, behind the desk. But honestly, it wouldn’t take much to fill in the gaps.

"What is it?" Wriothesley asks, his voice sharp. He tries to keep his tone neutral, despite the arousal coursing through him. He feels your walls clench around him, aroused at the thrill of being caught. 

The guard nervously stutters out an apology, their eyes darting around the room before lowering their head into a deep bow. "I'm sorry to interrupt, sir, but there's a situation in the production zone that requires your attention."  

Wriothesley nods curtly. "I'll be right there," he says, his voice strained. "Dismissed." 

The guard doesn’t waste another second in the room, quickly scuttering down the stairs and out of the office. 

As soon as the door closes with a heavy thud, Wriothesley lets out a shaky breath. You lift your head from his shoulder, keeping your arms around his neck as you face him.

"Did my little bunny enjoy almost getting caught?" he asks, teasing you with a grin.

You look back at him, biting your lips, before giving a shy nod.

Wriothesley's eyes darken with lust at your shy admission, his cock twitching inside you. "What a naughty, little bunny,” he smirks. His lips crash into yours, capturing you in a hungry kiss with his tongue, tasting you deeply. 

You let his tongue explore your mouth, his hands holding the nape of your neck as you taste one another. You clench around him, his kisses making you feel fuzzy sensations in your stomach- ones filled with excitement and need.

He gently tugs at your lower lips with his teeth, before letting go from the heated kiss. He rests his forehead against yours. 

"Daddy's going to cum in you now, bunny,” he softly whispers. 

Immediately, he grabs your hips and resumes snapping up into you. He thrusts into you hard and fast, chasing his orgasm. "C’mon, take Daddy's cum, bunny," he pants, his fingers digging into your hips. "Take every last drop." He was so close earlier, only to be denied and edged by an interruption.

“P-please, Daddy! Want your cum! Please!” you whine loudly, weakly holding his shoulder as he roughly uses you, making your breasts bounce on your chest. From the force of his thrusts, the seemingly steady chair creaks and wobbles underneath the two of you. You feel your own orgasm building, a tightening sensation.

He grunts at your pleas, feeling his balls clench. He feels your walls flutter around him, seeking his cum. He watches his length slide in and out of you, your face contorted with pleasure. It was so erotic, seeing you so visibly cock drunk from him- and only him. It kindles a possessive fire in him.

With a final thrust, he buries himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his hot release. "Fuck! Bunny!" he loudly groans, his head falling back against the chair and gasping for his breath. His seed comes in waves, thick ropes painting your walls.

You whimper at the feeling of being filled by him.

Chasing your own orgasm, your fingers rub tight circles around your clit, and your hips continue to ride him through his high. “Please… want to cum…”, you whine. 

He shakily replaces the fingers on your clit with his own. “That’s it, bunny, use Daddy’s cock. It’s all yours.” he says, breathy from his own orgasm. 

Hearing him proclaim his cock as yours sends your brain into a frenzy. The tightening sensation finally snaps, and you come undone around him, crying out his name. 

Wriothesley groans as he feels you coming on his cock, your tight heat squeezing him for every last drop of his own release. He doesn't stop circling your clit.

As you come down from your high, your body falls limp against him, thighs wanting to press together. But he holds you up with his steady hands, fucking his cum deeper into you with shallow thrusts. You whimper and whine on top of him, unable to muffle your sounds as he uses your sensitive hole. You're positive that everyone in the Fortress knows how hard the Duke is fucking you.

"That's it, bunny," he murmurs, his voice rough with satisfaction. "Take Daddy's cum deep inside you.” 

“Too-, much-,” you softly whine, his thrusts sending you into overstimulation.

He slowly stills his movement, and looks down at the mess that the two of you have made on his lap. He begins to feel his cum leaking out around his softening shaft, onto himself, as you sit on top of him. 

He gently holds your face by the chin, taking your lips in a slow, passionate kiss.

“Daddy’s going to take care of some matters. Daddy will be back to fuck you again soon." he whispers. 

Your lips pout a little, wanting to be with him for a little longer. But you know that he has important duties to attend to. “Okay…” you mumble.

He lifts you up, pulling you off of him. His arms steadies you by the hip as you stumble standing up, legs shaking. With a gentle squeeze to your hips, he stands up himself and grabs a tissue to wipe the mess on his thighs before tucking himself back into his pants. He pats and straightens out his clothes, his expression shifting from lustful to authoritative.

"I'll be right back, bunny," he says, making his way down the stairs. His large, metal handcuffs strapped to his belt jingle with each step he takes down the stairs. Soon after you lose sight of him walking down the stairs, his large office door opens and closes with a thud.

You lean your body weight onto the edge of his table. Your thighs gently rub together, still needy for him. Your heightened sense of smells picks up on how the room smells intoxicatingly good of you two, only making you want more.

Eyes wandering, you spot his black and red coat that he often wears, left dangling on his chair. An idea pops up in your head, and you’re too needy to think better. You take his jacket to the couch, throwing it on a pillow to bury your face in. 

Wriothesley's coat envelops you in his scent as you bury your face into the pillow, deeply inhaling the musky aroma of his cologne mingling with the heady scent of sex. You arch your back up, your small bunny tail up in the air, as your fingers find your aching clit to rub slow, teasing circles around the sensitive, swollen nub. You softly moan into the fabric, your hips bucking into your touch. The memory of his cock stretching you, filling you so completely, sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you.

"Daddy," you whimper, your voice muffled by the coat. "Daddy's cock feels so good inside me."

Your fingers dip lower, pushing into your dripping pussy. You're still so tight and wet from his thorough fucking, your walls clenching around your own fingers as if trying to suck them in deeper.

"Daddy's cum," you moan, his seed dripping out of you onto your fingers. "Daddy's cum is so warm inside me."

You imagine him watching you, his eyes dark with lust as he sees you touching yourself. "Daddy, I need you," you mewl, your hips rocking faster against your fingers. "Daddy, please fuck me again." 

Wriothesley's scent spurs you on as you writhe on the couch, your fingers plunging into your aching pussy. But it's not enough. No matter how hard you fuck yourself, it doesn't compare to the feeling of Wriothesley's thick cock stretching you, filling you up so perfectly.

"Daddy," you whine, your voice desperate and needy. "Daddy, please. I need you."

You buck your hips frantically, in attempts to chase your high. Your clit throbs, but it's not enough. Your fingers are a poor substitute for his own, let alone his cock. It's not the same as being split open on his long, hard shaft, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

"Daddy, please," you quietly sob against the pillow. "Daddy, I can't... I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please, Daddy."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you realize that no matter how hard you try, you'll never be able to satisfy this ache without Wriothesley.

The sound of the door opening and closing startles you out of your desperate haze, and you look up to see Wriothesley standing at the top of the staircase. His eyes rake over your disheveled form, taking in the mess you've made of yourself on his couch.

"Bunny," he growls, his voice low and dangerous. "What have you been up to while Daddy was gone?" He strides over to you, his eyes dark with a mix of anger and lust. "Did my little bunny try to satisfy herself without me?" he asks, his voice a harsh whisper. He looks down at you, with your ass perked up and face pressed up against the pillow with his jacket.

Bending himself down to you, he cups your face, fingers gently rubbing the tears from your wet, flushed skin. "Daddy told you to be a good girl, didn't he?" he says, his tone threatening. "Daddy told you to wait for him."

He lifts his hand from your cheek, shoving them between your legs. The fingers push into your dripping pussy. "And what did Daddy find?" he asks, his voice mocking. "Daddy found his greedy little bunny trying to fuck herself on his couch." 

Your hips immediately grind into his fingers.

But the pleasure is cut short when he pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to your lips. "Clean them," he commands, his voice harsh. "Clean up the mess you made." His grey eyes intimidatingly glare into yours.

Looking back at him, you feel yourself shrink from his menacing gaze. Your lips form a pout with fresh tears in your eyes, looking away at him. "S-sorry Daddy... I wanted you so badly... but you weren't here..." you shakily stutter. You didn’t mean to disobey him- you’re his good little bunny.

Wriothesley's eyes soften as your voice trembles, your tears glistening on your cheeks as you become too scared to look back at him. He doesn't mean to hurt you- he never would. He knows how much you need him, how desperate you are for his touch. 

"Shh, it's okay, bunny," he murmurs, bending down on his knees to face you. His hand cups your cheeks, fingers rubbing soothingly against you. "Daddy's here now," he says, voice gentle. "Daddy's going to take care of you."

a/n: AAHAHAH god the draft of this was like less than 2k. now its 3.3k....... 💀 but lowkey kinda speed running posting this series coz the drafts of it have been sitting for awhile now... i will likely never be posting this quick again... 💀

++ i dont think this needs to be said, but pls dont use this fic as advice on how to go about your exhibitionist kinks…. consent, consent, consent (from all parties) <3 dont go fucking around unconsenting ppl n dont do it if ur partner doesnt consent

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possessed by the thought of laios fucking half-foot reader 626 words, pure smut (hinted you're fuckin in da dungeon) ~~~

You hate tall-men. Tall-men are gross and impolite and throw their weight with little regard for others. You especially hate adventurer type tall-men. Their need for exploration usually sours their personality further; tall-men adventurers are inconsiderate and belligerent towards you and your fellow half-foots.

Except for Laios.

You love Laios.

“I don’t know if it’ll fit…” 

Laios is tender, and kind.

“You can make it fit, Laios. I can take you.”

Laios knows how to work what he has.

Laios can keep his cool, feeding you the fat tip of his cock with care to avoid tearing you open. He sighs, huffing at the squeeze and suck of your slick cunt. He curls an arm around your waist, palming your chest, binding you against him. 

Once he’s managed a solid inch inside you, Laios uses his spare hand to grab your thigh and spread you open. Stretching your leg over his bent one, sweat clinging sweat and Laios’ soft lips soothing your molten face. 

“You’re so wet,” he smushes his cheek against yours, gold eyes searing down to where he’s slowly stuffing you, “Does it turn you on? That I’m too big? You like that?”

You grind down onto him with a soft whine as if to answer the question physically (a terrible idea when its Laios you’re fucking). He goes to repeat himself so you turn your face into his neck and suck rosy welts along his skin. Yanking groans from under his breath; hips jerking into yours barely faster. Even his cautious thrusts jostle your smaller body, and when concern burdens his arousal Laios wets his fingers to circle your clit.

Strong arms constrict your instinctual humping and snapping, thick with muscle and soft with flaxen hairs. You could probably describe the entirety of Laios that way: thick. In the most mouth-watering way, he’s meaty and broad and so much fucking bigger than you. When you imagine a man, you’re slowly finding that Laios is the only one to come to mind.

And he’s splitting you open so sweetly.

Wriggling a hand free, you press on the electric spot Laios is battering from the inside. Added pressure making you squeal and whimper into his neck. 

“Can you feel me right there?” Laios strays the hand not strumming your clit to cover yours on your stomach, you can hear his breath hitch when the pudge of his cock meets his fingertips, “Oh, you can. I’m way too big,” he swallows harshly, drilling into you faster despite his words, “You like that?”

“Fuck yes, hah,” you reach back to dig you nails into his shoulder, gasping and shuddering as Laios tugs your hips to burrow somehow deeper in your gut. Heavy and warm, he’ll burn you from the inside out and the sickest part is that you’d beg him for it, “You too, right?” you have to strangle out a yelp, “Laios, Laios! You like it, right?”

“Uh-huh,” he rolls you easily so you’re on top of him, lifting and slamming you on his cock to study the way your twitchy cunt clings. Cheeks tinted rouge and mouth agape, “So warm and snug- love it- love- !”

You silence him with your mouth on his. If he bothers to ask, you’ll blame it on wanting to muffle your crashing orgasm by wailing his own name against his lips. There’s no way you look a man so lovely in his eyes and say you just don’t want him gasping out a love confession with your party in the other room.

After all, Chilchuck’s heightened hearing catching you fuck the party leader is one thing, but to have him pestering you about falling in love with the guy is too much.

[moomary]

ೃ⁀➷ PRETTY PRETTY BUNNY

when you go into heat unexpectedly, all you want is to be bent over the nearest available surface and get fucked out of your mind.

pairing: laios touden x fem! bunny hybrid! reader contents: smut / minors do not interact / you're in heat / breeding / cunnilingus / unprotected sex / creampie / reader is referred to as 'bunny' / cum eating wordcount: 2k

You love Laios. 

Laios is big and kind and safe. Laios is patient with you. Laios keeps you safe from monsters and other parties with ill intentions. 

Laios lets you sit in his lap if he can inspect your cute little cottontail, and Laios pets your hair if you let him run his fingers over your fluffy ears. 

Laios has big calloused hands, yet they’re always so soft with you. So gentle, so careful.

You need Laios. 

Everything burns. Starting from your core, travelling through your body, making your toes curl and your fingers twitch. You’ve tried to solve it yourself, pushing your fingers in and out of your wet cunt, but you can’t reach far enough, can’t scratch that itch that makes your pussy burn with need. 

You need to get bred. 

You need a big man with strong hands to hold you down and drag his cock along your sensitive walls until you’re a twitching, sobbing mess. Need him to fill you up with ropes of his cum till your cunt is stuffed, till it’s dripping down your ass and creating a puddle on the floor beneath you. 

You need Laios.

Small, trembling fingers reach for him in the dark, pulling him out of his slumber. He blinks himself awake, startled at the sudden weight on top of him, until he feels soft furry ears twitching against his face as you slip underneath his duvet and straddle him. 

“Laios,” you whisper, your voice dripping with need as you nuzzle your face into his neck. “Laios, help me,” you add, your hands travelling across his body, groping along his chest and stomach. 

Laios' hands travel to your thighs almost instantly, digging into your supple flesh as he looks at you with bleary eyes, attempting to adjust to the darkness. You whimper, nuzzling yourself closer to him as if you’re trying to mesh your bodies together. 

And you’re hot. Your skin is burning, making Laios feel as though he has a furnace on top of him. He thinks you might have a fever and worry flushes through him. 

“Bunny? Are you sick?” He whispers, careful not to wake the remainder of his party. You whine and shake your head, your ears further tickling Laios neck. He feels your lips against his neck, pressing a kiss before your tongue comes to lick him. The action makes his breath hitch. 

You’re licking him. 

Running your soft, wet tongue over his neck, all the way to his jaw. 

“I’m not sick,” you whisper before nibbling at his earlobe. Laios squeezes his eyes shut, and you feel the grip on your thighs tighten. Your hips push down against his, and the panties you opt for sleeping in are positively drenched, transferring your slick onto his sleeping shorts. Laios feels the wetness seep through the fabric, his cock twitching at the realization. 

Oh. 

“Didn’t expect it to come so soon,” your tone is pleading. 

“I need you,” you whine, grinding your hips against his, chasing delicious friction. “Need you to breed me,” you’re desperate, and Laios swallows, taking in a deep breath. The prospect of getting to experience a bunny in heat is exciting, but at the same time, he shouldn’t be fucking one of his party members. You grind down your hips again. 

“Please, Laios, I want you to give me kits.” 

Curiosity wins yet again. 

You gasp when Laios stands up, his hands still on your thighs, as you wrap your arms and legs around him. He can’t help you here, not with the rest of the crew sleeping mere feet away, so he promptly begins to walk towards a secluded spot he knows isn’t far. 

He takes three large steps before he stops and turns back, quickly grabbing his duvet. He puts it around you, hardly even needing to hold you with the way you’re clinging to his body. You’re shivering, even though your body burns. Your eyes are lidded, your face hot. 

You pant against Laios neck, and he walks with determined steps.

You’re placed on the ground, with the duvet beneath you, and Laios is barely able to release himself from your desperate grasp. He watches you as you writhe and whine, fingers reaching for him. 

“You’re so desperate, bunny,” he murmurs before shrugging your panties off, his jaw falling slack as he sees your glistening cunt. You're drenched. Your clit is twitching, pussy fluttering around nothing. “How often are you in heat?” 

You hardly hear him, instead shrugging off your sleeping top, leaving you completely naked in front of him. Laios swallows. You turn around, getting on your knees and presenting your bare pussy in front of him. You push your face into the duvet, arching your back. Your hands run through your folds, spreading slick all over, before you push two fingers into your pulsing hole. 

Laios licks his lips, watching, completely dumbfounded. He knows heats are intense. He’s heard about them. But bunnies like you are rare to come around, so he’s never gotten a first-hand story. 

Until now. 

Your cottontail twitches. 

“How often are you in heat?” He repeats, and you huff, wiggling your bottom at him, cunt dripping furiously.

“Dunno, Laios. Five, six times a year.” Your voice is muffled, and you’re clearly unsatisfied with the fact that he hasn’t put his dick inside you yet. Laios breathes, reaching for you, grabbing your plush ass in both his hands, squeezing the flesh. Every other month, you’ll get like this. You’ve been with them for two months so far. Will you ask him to help you every time? The thought makes his dick twitch. 

It’s hard to resist your sweet temptation, and Laios can’t help but lean in and lick a stripe along your folds. He moans at the taste before you grab his hair and pull him away. 

“No, need you inside, please,” you complain, reaching behind you for his pants. 

“Breed me,” you whine. “Breed me, breed me, breed me—”

Laios gets on his knees in front of you, pulling out his cock and giving it three fast strokes. His tip is red and leaking as he spreads precum all over his shaft. 

“Yeah, okay, calm down.” 

This is a bad idea. But you look like you’re in pain. And Laios hates seeing people in pain. 

So he pushes your hand out of the way and runs his cockhead along your folds. The mewl that comes out of you is straight-up sinful. You place your hands beside your head, fingers curling into the duvet as you braze yourself. 

He pushes in slowly. The warmth that engulfs him is heavenly. It makes him squeeze his eyes shut as he tries not to cum already. You’re tight, but there’s barely any resistance as he buries himself to the hilt, his leaky tip kissing your cervix. 

Your eyes roll back and sparks fly through your body. The stretch is so good—so much better than anything you’ve experienced. 

“Thank you,” you sob, tears rolling down your cheeks as the arch in your back somehow deepens. “Oh, thank you, Laios, thank you so much.”

You begin to push your hips back, hoping to fuck yourself on his cock, but Laios hands come down to stop you, digging into your hips as he breathes in. 

“Give me a second,” he mutters, his eyebrows pinching together as he tries not to cum instantly. Your cottontail twitches and Laios watches it with intrigue. 

Slowly he begins to move in and out, each stroke coming back to kiss your cervix, making you keen. You’re so sensitive, so needy. Laios is so good. So good, so big, stretching you out around him, modelling your insides to make space for his cock. You want him to stay inside you forever, for this to never end. 

Laios is struggling. It’s been a while, so to speak. And you’re warm. Warm and tight, and his dick is already twitching, leaking an obscene amount of precum that makes each thrust squelch. 

He’s going to cum. 

“Bunny, don’t think I can—” he swallows, speeding up his pace. You mewl, squeezing your eyes shut. “—don’t think I can hold it.”

The prospect of Laios cumming inside of you only makes you more desperate. You push your hips back, meeting his thrusts, your hands coming back to hold onto his hips. Your cottontail twitches profusely, and Laios can’t help but bring a hand down to stroke it. 

The stimulation makes you moan, and Laios blinks. He can feel his abdomen burning, begging him to let go. 

“Do you like it when I touch your tail?” he asks, and you mewl. 

“Yes,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back when he experimentally tugs on it. 

“Interesting. It seems to work almost as an erogenous zone,” he says before giving it a tug. You gasp, and your hips twitch. He feels your walls flutter around his length. 

“I’m going to pull out okay?” he says, but you profusely shake your head. 

“No, please, nononono,” you sob, looking back at him through wet lashes. “I’m going to die if you don’t cum inside,” you say, and Laios' brows furrow in concern. 

“You’re going to—what?” He asks, and you shake your head, a frustrated whine bubbling in your throat. 

“I’m not actually going to die, Laios,” you whine. “I just—please fill me up. It’s the only thing that soothes the ache.” 

“Fascinating,” he says, eyes falling down to watch your cunt suck him in. A creamy ring has formed around his base as he continues to thrust in and out. He tugs on your tail again, and this time the action makes your eyes roll back as you cum on his cock. Hard. 

Your hips twitch profusely, and your fingers grip the duvet as the tight squeeze of your walls pushes Laios over the edge. He cums inside, as requested, pulling your hips flush with his pelvis as creamy ropes of cum fill you up. 

You cry out a mix of incoherent words and mewls of Laios’ name. It’s cute, he thinks. Terribly cute. 

The ache in you seems to have dissipated as well. Your skin is cooler, though you’re covered in a layer of sweat. Laios turns you around, letting you rest on your back as he pulls out and watches your cunt spill. 

He scoops up a portion with his finger, sucking it clean and humming at the taste. 

“Tastes… sweet,” he states, cocking a brow and your exhausted figure. 

“Would you like a taste?” 

You shake your head before grabbing him and pulling him flush against you. He’s still wearing his shirt as well as his underwear, and you whine at the texture of his clothes against your naked skin. 

“Want you to fill me up again,” 

Your legs wrap around Laios, pulling him in. 

“Breed me till I can’t walk.”

You tug on his shirt, and Laios helps you take it off. Your heels dig into the dimples of his back, your hands roaming his face. You scrunch your nose, inspecting his flushed face. 

“You’ll fuck me again, right, Laios? Make sure it takes,” you say, and Laios huffs, his head falling down to rest in the crook of your neck. 

Nevertheless, Laios doesn’t like to disappoint, so he positions his sensitive cock and pushes inside in one clean thrust. 

You gasp, legs tightening around Laios as you grind your hips against him. 

“Thank you, Laios. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

The absurdity of it all makes Laios laugh, though he’s not complaining about having a horny bunny girl begging for his cock. 

He can’t wait to figure out how long your heat lasts. 

[moomary]

Laios is suuuuch a freak without realizing it. When you two are fucking he’s the type who isn’t watching your face because he’s way too busy watching the space between your legs…the way his length just slides into you without any resistance, the slick and stickiness that pools between your legs and smears all over your groins and down your thighs. The sounds are wet and sloppy and just utterly gross but he absolutely loves it. It’s irrefutable biological proof your body wants this—that you want this and that you want him. And that makes him even harder.

when Laios fucks you it’s crazy because he has no issues with sex or the seemingly awkward things that come with it. To him it’s just all natural. He’s not gonna pretend to have discretion or anything to be polite because he doesn’t care about any of that shit. He loves your body hair and your smell and the way you twitch and flail under him even due to the simplest touches.

He just wants you. And it’s bad. He wants to be balls deep and have you sweaty and tired and crying out underneath him—but you still continue to push back against his thrusts and grind against his hips so you can feel him deeper in you and take as much of him as your body will allow. He’ll lick up the drool that that leaks out of your lips while you’re slacked jawed and pawing at him for more, then drive his hips into yours with enough force you literally collapse against the bed. Instead of like, asking if you’re okay he just lays his entire body weight on you to hold you down and pound into you.

anyways. Laios who’s less into the social nuances of sex and focuses on the more biological aspects >>>>

[moomary]

PLEASE, EAT. | LAIOS TOUDEN

synopsis ━━ after you've been bitten by a sea serpent, you know the consequences are either death or the possibility of turning into one yourself. thankfully for you, laios touden is the devourer of all things monster and he is dedicated to getting that venom out of you. (laios x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ sex pollen-adjacent, cunnilingus + fingering, praise, breath play (kinda, if you squint), semi-public sex, multiple orgasms. nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 3k

song inspiration ━━ too sweet, hozier / more than friends, isabel larosa

author's note ━━ this is the first time I've ever written and posted an x reader one-shot on here, so please be gentle with me lol. I usually only write x oc fics bc I'm a yapper and I love creating characters. but alas...I was perusing the laios x reader tag and wanted to read something with this plot, couldn't find it, so I figured I'd just do it myself 🫡

🪽 part i: PLEASE, EAT. / part ii: FORBIDDEN FRUIT. / part iii: TOO SWEET.

This was definitely one of the worst situations you’d been in.

You had joined Laios’ adventuring party just a few months prior. They had found you on floor 3 of the dungeon, shivering and mourning the loss of your father. His body, dead in your arms, and beside him lay the lifeless body of a ghoul you had killed. At first, the party’s leader, Laios Touden, had only been interested in taking the ghoul's body so they could use its bones for utensils after the flesh rotted off. But it was Marcille who noticed the tears in your eyes, how you trembled from the cold, and suggested they take you in. You almost declined, not wanting to leave your father’s body, but knowing he’d soon turned into a monster left you with only one option. Your father had been with you for the past twenty-five years of your life, and now, you were leaving his dead body in a dungeon to travel with a group of strangers.

You soon came to appreciate your new party, though, and you felt your father’s spirit within each of them. Marcille had his kindness, Chilchuck had a comparable wit, Senshi was gifted with excellent cooking skills, and Laios … well, you were still figuring that out. And surprisingly, it was Laios who you began to connect with the most. His knowledge of monsters was unmatched, and he had a passion for learning how to prepare them while they traveled deeper into the dungeon. He was overtly blunt, much like you, and possessed similar advanced fighting skills due to both your fathers' teachings.

Sometimes … sometimes though, you found yourself staring at him more than you should have. His face was abnormally perfect, as if he’d been carved by an artist. His tousled ash-blonde hair reminded you of a lion, and his eyes … sometimes you could’ve sworn they were made out of gold, shimmering like molten lava. Each time you thought this way, you smacked yourself when no one else was looking. I mean, Laios was your friend, your party leader. Having a crush, especially in circumstances like these, was unethical. You had always been focused on one thing: helping your party and making it out of this dungeon alive, for your father. You wouldn’t let a little crush deter you.

Everything had been all well and good until today, when you and your party reached the end of floor 4. When Laios had struggled to fight off a sea serpent, you joined him in the lukewarm water, using your crossbow to shoot the creature in the head. Finally, Laios was able to step in to slice the serpent’s head off … but not before the creature could snap its jaw, tearing one fang down your hip. You jumped back, screaming as you felt the venom seep into you instantly. Some said sea serpent venom would kill you immediately, others said it turned you into one of them, cursing you to haunt the waters with them as penance. As soon as the head was cut, Laios carried you away from the water, and the last thing you heard was Marcille cursing him out before you were rendered unconscious. 

You were woken up – hours, maybe days later – by a drop of water hitting your face every few seconds. Lifting your head from the makeshift tunic pillow, you took in your surroundings. You were at the entrance of floor 5, in a damp corner of cobblestone, while water dripped down onto the floor every so often. There was a moist bandage covering your side where the serpent’s fang had cut into you, part of your tunic ripped to shreds. Hunger boiled in your stomach, making you groan and rub your head. Laios was sitting just a few feet away, a small fire in front of him to keep warm. Marcille had to have helped him with that; there was no way to craft a fire in an area this damp.

“Am I dead?” You asked softly. 

Laios immediately turned in your direction, his mouth lifting in a smile. “Of course not.”

Your stomach did flip flops as you took in his smile, hunger consuming you. You needed something to eat – bad. Your body felt hot and sweaty, and you wondered if it was just from the humidity, even though Laios didn’t look affected. Sitting up, you informed him, “Well, that was one of two options my father said would happen from a sea serpent bite. Which means …” You lifted the bandage up, noticing the gills that started to form on the healing wound. A turquoise hue surrounded the gills, almost like a bruise. “Oh, fuck,” you muttered.

Laios stood, looming over you while asking, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s the other option,” you replied, too hungry to cry. “The bite is –”

“– Turning you into a sea serpent,” Laios finished. “Honestly, I thought that was just a myth. But when the bite didn’t kill you …” His mouth twitched, tongue darting out to wet the corners of his lips. “We have to suck the venom out. That has to stop the mutation.”

Your head snapped up. “Huh?” 

But as soon as your eyes met his, you started to wondered if what you were experiencing was hunger after all. Perhaps … a different kind of hunger. Laios stared down at you, the sparkling gold replaced by a dark hazel. It was just you two in this little corner of the dungeon, but you suddenly felt exposed, so naked, under his gaze. Your body was hot all over, sweat sticking to uncomfortable places. And your thighs … a burning need emerged between them, soaking the thin linen of your undergarments. This had to be a symptom of the bite, but it suddenly didn’t matter anymore. Your worry had been replaced by an ache that only he could fix.

No – absolutely not. You couldn’t. You shouldn’t. You were turning into a sea serpent.

But the need between your legs still throbbed.

“It’s like when a snake bites you on the surface,” Laios said, crouching down to your eye level. His closeness made your heart rate pick up. You realized then that he had shed his armor, kneeling in front of you in just his gambeson, which clung to his muscles and wide frame. “A sea serpent is part snake. Sucking out the venom should stop the mutation. You’ll probably experience symptoms from the bite for a few more hours, but they’ll stop eventually.” 

He started to peel back the bandage, taking a look at the gills forming on your hip when you gripped his wrist. Immediately, his skin burned, making you even more hot. You ripped your hand away from him, and with sweat trickling down the side of your face, you said, “Don’t you think this is … weird? Maybe Marcille should do it.”

“Marcille and the others just went back to another part of the level to find dinner. They won’t return for an hour, at least. This can’t wait.” He inspected the turquoise gills with concern, before his eyes snapped back to yours, noticing the way your black pupils filled almost the entire iris. “Do you not trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you. It’s just …” What exactly was the reason again? Oh, yes, it was pulsating hunger dripping between your legs from the bite, and you were terrified how you’d react the second his lips wrapped around your wound. The symptoms would just get worse. But he was right – this was the only way. Fuck, this had to be the most embarrassing thing you’d ever experienced. 

“Fine,” you finally relented, lying back down on the cobblestone. You did your best to get comfortable, but the makeshift pillow hardly provided much cushion between you and the floor.  “What should I do?”

“Nothing, just lay back and let me take care of it.” Laios lifted your tunic a smidge, and just the tenor of his voice made your ache even worse. “We’re just gonna … get this out of the way. And then …” His fingers hooked on the waistband of your pants, and you immediately clutched his collar. If you touched his skin again, you were sure to moan.

Laios looked from where your hand was gripping him and back to your eyes. “Your pants need to be off so I can have better access to the mutation. It’s on your hip.” You swallowed hard, knowing he was right, and your hand started to slip off his collar. “We’re friends, right?” He asked.

You nodded weakly.

“Good,” he smiled again, and you struggled to hold back a plea for him to touch you. He pulled down your pants, tossing them to the side. For a moment, he paused, taking in your soaked underwear and running his fingers over the mutation on your hip. He licked his lips again, and then said in a rather blunt tone, “You’re so –”

“Don’t say it,” you cut in, snapping your eyes shut to prevent further embarrassment.  Though you had never minded Laois’ occasional lack of social cues, this was one of those moments you needed anything but. “Just get the venom out.”

Laios tugged your underwear down a little to see if the mutation had spread. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he informed you, lowering his head to your hip. “I’ve read that these bites can have a multitude of internal symptoms. Nightmares ... sweating … fever …” He ran his tongue over the gills, making your breath hitch instantly. “… And especially, arousal. Neat, huh?” He chuckled, and just his warm breath on the gills made you even more wet. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he assured before finally wrapping his mouth on the wound.

Your body burned even hotter than before as soon as his lips touched your skin. He sucked the venom out of you, spitting out blue globs every other second. His hands gripped your side, digging into your flesh and leaving crescent shapes from his nails. As you felt the gills start to close up, you couldn’t help but moan and arch into nothing. This felt better than any time you masturbated … any time you imagined your party leader above you … Fuck, who would’ve thought sucking sea serpent venom out of you would feel this good? Thank the gods the rest of their party was off catching dinner. You couldn’t deal with them possibly hearing this.

It surprised you when your orgasm flooded through you like a crashing wave. As Laios finished sucking out the last of the venom and the mutation closed, your arousal came to a definite peak and you let out a whine. You grabbed his arm, cumming from absolutely no stimulation.

Laios didn’t seem to mind though. In fact, he was mostly preoccupied with inspecting the area. You opened your eyes, your cheeks tinged pink, and saw the globs of venom to the left dissipate to nothing but water. You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry, I –”

“The mutation closed. I was right!” Laios looked down at you, a big grin covering his face. “How do you feel?”

“Well, I definitely don’t feel a second set of lungs on my hip anymore.” You lifted your hand when you noticed a trickle of blue staining his lip, wiping it away with your thumb. “But I … my body is still …” The ache inside you had simmered slightly, but it was still there, lingering underneath the surface. 

This was genuinely humiliating. Maybe you should’ve just decided to turn into a sea serpent after all.

Laios grabbed your wrist before you could pull away from his face. He leaned into your palm, running his long nose down to your inner wrist. “Your skin is so warm. I can still smell how aroused you are from the serpent bite.” His eyes burned into yours, keeping your hand close to his face. “I can help. Do you need another release?”

Your cheeks got even more red when he acknowledged your orgasm. Shaking your head, you said, “I couldn’t ask you to do that. I can just –”

“I’d be honored to,” he replied, quite gruffly and persistent. His fingers tugged your underwear down with precision and ease, despite the damp fabric clinging to you. He spread your legs wide and placed them on his shoulders. Lowering himself down, he inhaled the scent of your climax and hooked his arms around your inner thighs. He smiled up at you – your pretty face red with embarrassment – all dopey-eyed and grateful. “You lot like to call me the devourer of monsters. Perhaps I should devour the last bit of monster out of you.”

He inhaled again, groaning like he typically did when he was hungry. His hot breath against your achingly wet pussy made you whimper with desperation. “You smell so good down here,” he whispered. “I’d wager you taste even better.”

You gasped as soon as he dove between your legs, licking a stripe through your folds, tasting your recent orgasm. He flicked his tongue over your clit before sucking on it with feverish excitement. Slick gathered on his tongue and he whined, needing more. So much more. You were the most delicious meal he’d ever tasted. Better than any monster, better than anything on the surface. 

“So good,” he muttered into your pussy, lapping against your clit, doing anything that would get him more of your arousal. “You taste so, so good.”

You whimpered out his name and attempted to close your legs, but he held them opened with all his strength. His arms wrapped around your thighs went tight, bruising the sensitive flesh. Your jaw went slack while your own hands scrambled for purchase, eventually landing in his cropped hair. You tugged, hips bucking against his face, making him groan even more. This allowed him to hold your hips a little higher, and his tongue finally dipped into your leaking entrance. You heard him grunt the second he plunged his tongue deeper, his nose nuzzling your clit. 

He devoured you like a starved man. He devoured you like you were a boiled scorpion, or roast basilisk, or – even better – like sweet, delicious homemade cheesecake. 

“Laios,” you whined, feeling your fever dissolve with each lap of his tongue. “Laios, it’s … fuck – it’s okay, I feel –”

“Need more,” he muttered, his voice low and laced with need. He was practically humping the stone floor as he buried his tongue as far as it could go inside you. Your hips couldn’t stop bucking forward, riding his face as you felt your orgasm building at the base of your stomach. Laios was completely transfixed. He wanted to be here, nestled between your thighs, for every meal. He’d take you away from the rest of the group before dinner, lapping away to the sounds of your pleas and whimpers, so help him gods. He’d do this every day, every night, whenever you wanted, for as long as he was alive. Fuck monsters. He could survive off the taste of you for the rest of his life.

Slipping his tongue out of your hole, he went back to sucking on your throbbing clit and feeling your legs start to tremble. You had to be close to another release, and he was desperate to taste it. He paid all his attention on your clit, snaking one hand up and sinking two fingers knuckle-deep into your entrance in tandem. “Fuck,” you moaned, tugging on his hair once again, “fuck – gods, Laios. I – I’m s-so close –”

“Please,” he begged, smearing your slick all over his mouth. “Please, you’re so good. Need to see how you taste when you release on my tongue.” His own hips continued to buck against the floor.

You choked on a cry when you finally came all over his tongue. He groaned, loud and drawn out, when he finally got a taste of your sweet climax, knowing that it was him that brought you to this point. The orgasm felt long, like the ocean bringing you in and out, and your whole body trembled. He continued lapping at your clit as it pulsed under his tongue, his fingers curling inside you through your orgasm. When you finally breathed out and started to come down from the high of it all, Laios stayed between your thighs, allowing his tongue to gently swirl your clit. Maybe if he continued, he could taste a little more of you …

You found your voice, hoarse from overstimulation. “Laios, please, you have to stop,” you begged, yanking his head up from between your legs. His mouth was covered in your slick, and then he was giving you that dopey expression again, making your heart clench. Your body was no longer hot and sweaty. Laios had completely cured you of the sea serpent bite with that expert mouth of his. He unwound his arms from your thighs, bringing his fingers that were still covered with your wetness to his mouth, tasting the last of your orgasm. You watched him, eyes wide and cheeks blushing, until he was looking at you again with those golden doe eyes.

“That was amazing,” he said, like he was in a haze. When your eyes flickered down, you realized he was hard in his pants, but it wasn’t like he even noticed himself with the way he was staring at you. “We should do that again sometime.”

He stood up, and you scrambled to pull your clothes back on before the group came back. You stammered, “It’s okay, uh – we don’t have to. Especially if you don’t want to. We could just –”

“I want to,” he cut in, a determined look in his eyes. “What are friends for, right?” 

[moomary]

A Mischievous Fairy

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When a humble farmer decided to live on the outskirts of town right next to the forest he did not expect to make friends with a small temperamental creature from the forest.

It was a pretty good deal you had going on, you help his plants grow with fairy magic and he gives you a safe warm place to sleep and home cooked meals. Most days are spent with you doing your best to annoy the poor farmer as he tries to remind himself that you're the reason his produce sells for such high prices.

You fly around his head making little jingle noises and he tries to ignore you and go on with his work. You steal little things like spoons, screwdrivers, pencils and put them in places he can't reach like on top of the cabinets and shelves. When you get mad at him you grow weeds in his crops until he apologizes or gives you a gift to your liking. Despite this the farmer has grown to truly enjoy your company...for the most part.

His loneliness is getting to him and he's tried to have company over but it's kind of hard to explain to guests why there's a little, scantily clad fairy staring daggers at them the whole time. It definitely ruins the mood as he tries to convince them you won't bite (you will and you have).

One day the farmer comes home from town looking more excited than usual. You plop yourself on his head as he walks around his little cottage.

As he sorts through all the items he bought you get impatient and decide he's not paying enough attention to you. You fly right in front of his face and pose for him, showing off the new outfit you made out of flower petals in his garden.

"Not right now, Tiny."

The farmer rolls his eyes and gently shoos you away with his hand, focusing back onto his apparently very interesting haul from the market. The very rude gesture gets you all fired up and you're in his face again this time with your hands on your hips and an angry expression. The farmer sighs and gently cradles your tiny body in his hands.

"Look, I'm busy. Alright?"

He walks over to the windowsill and gently plops you down onto the little pincushion he set aside for you. You sit there with your arms crossed, glaring at him as he puts away his items.

While you're sulking you notice a little bottle of purple liquid poking out of the farmers front pocket. You quietly flutter over and sneakily inch the tiny thing out of his pocket.

"Hey!"

The farmer tries to stop you but you're much faster than him and fly up, out of his reach. The glass bottle is a little bigger than you're torso and when you inspect it the label says "Growth serum"

You let out quite a dramatic gasp and look down at the farmer, betrayal written all over your face.

"Now Tiny, don't jump to conclu-"

The farmer starts but is interrupted by a very angry fairy yelling things he doesn't understand right in his face. All he can hear is jingles but he's sure he's getting severely cussed at. He understands why, you helped this man grow his crops bigger and better than ever and now you think he wants to replace you for some stupid, probably overpriced serum?

You angrily throw the bottle to the ground and the farmer dives down to clumsily catch it before it smashes onto the floor.

As you feel tears fall down your hot cheeks, you flutter back to your windowsill and sit with your head between your knees.

"Hey, don't cry now."

The farmer sheepishly leans against the windowsill next to you.

"I promise, it's not for the plants. You already help me out so much with that and I appreciate it a lot. I don't need anything else."

You peak your head out from your arms and look at him skeptically.

He holds his hand out to you and you hesitantly flutter onto his palm, enjoying the warmth of his touch despite the cold wetness of your cheeks.

"Truth is, it's lonely for me out here... and I know you get lonely too."

You scoff at him. Obviously, the whole reason you were upset in the first place was because he was ignoring you.

"I uh... I got this for you. So we could....uh well only if you want to, I mean... I don't know."

You stare at him dumbfounded as he fumbles his words, you've never seen the farmer like this before.

You shoot up to hug his cheek, jingling in excitement. You give him tiny kisses and he laughs at the ticklish feeling. You float to the counter in front of him and bounce on your heels waiting for him.

"Alright, alright."

He chuckles at your stark change in mood and uncaps the tiny bottle of magic liquid. You brace yourself as he carefully lets one single drop fall onto your little head.

Nothing happens for a moment but before you could feel disappointed the world blurs and you're suddenly face to face with your farmer.

He stares down at where you sit on his counter, now perfectly human sized. Your cute dress didn't survive the quick transition but you don't seem to mind as you jump the poor farmer.

You grab his face and kiss him deeply. Finally feeling his lips on yours makes your wings flutter and your heart sing as you lock your legs around him to pull his body closer.

"Alright, slow down."

He says through kisses and huffed laughs as you kiss all over his face and neck.

"Now why don't you let me show you how much I appreciate you."

He mumbles in a sultry tone, bringing his hands down to grip your ass and grind your hips into him.

He laughs at the way your wings violently flutter and takes that as eager agreement.

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[moomary]

*°~There are many benefits to being a mage~°*

Includes: Fem reader x male orc, size kink, "human fetish", friends to more?

In which: Orc with a big problem confides in his mage friend who decides to help him out with a useful spell~🪄

You've been in this town for quite a while now, almost 3 years. That wasn't the original plan but It just so happened that this seaside town was more welcoming than many places you've been to on your travels. It sits at the coast of two major trade routes, connecting people of many different walks of life.

The friendliness and diversity you experienced allowed you to make a few friends you might not have otherwise.

Like the one you're sharing breakfast with right now. His name is Grimmok and he's the self-proclaimed, "Best fisherman in this damn town". He's your typical young, burley orc.

The first time you met him was in the local pub, you were intrigued when a crowd formed infront of the huge orc. He was dramatically telling one of his fisherman's tales and the small crowd hung onto his every word. He was a very good story teller and you happened to be very interested in folklore and myths. You made a habit of just walking up to him, if he didn't look busy and asking him to tell you a story. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see you sitting on the docks listening and writing intently as he waxes on about some old wives tale while repairing his nets.

Now you sit in his home, eating breakfast while he grumbles on about having to train a new fishing boy.

"The boy gets distracted by the smallest things, every time someone even resembling female walks past the docks he's panting like a dog." Grimmok bites into his ridiculously large breakfast sandwich signaling the end of his rant.

He did look more grumpy than usual when he opened the door to let you in for your weekly Sunday breakfast. His shoulder length black hair was tied into a hasty half up half down bun and his stubble looked more scruffy than usual. You can only huff in amusement at his troubles.

"Cmon, don't be too harsh on the kid. You did the same thing with Rosie Cotton, remember?"

The orc stills and huffs indignantly, scratching at his neck. This makes you grin.

"Mhm, you'd be telling me a story and then just stop in the middle of a sentence. I'd look up and sure enough there's Miss Rosie walking on by. Fiery hair flowing in the wind, cleavage spilling out her dress, swaying those hips and-"

Grimmok interrupts your overdramatic musing by flicking your pointy hat off your head.

"Hey!"

"You're acting like you didn't like looking at her too." The big guy grumbles almost like a child. He wipes his hands on his plaid pajama pants and picks up his empty plate, heading towards the sink.

You lean down to pick your hat off the floor, dust it off and mumble,

"Yeah, but I never got to bed her."

The dishes in the sink clatter a little too loudly as he tenses up. You hardly try to stifle your laugh.

"We didn't actually...she was...too small... For me to...." The orc struggles out as he wipes his plate clean.

It's quiet for a minute until you ask.

"But she did try, right? I'm pretty sure that counts, Grim."

The orc just grumbles something unintelligible. You want to sympathise with the poor guy but imagining Rosie Cotton, a "short stack" type of woman, trying to fit his massive green cock in her little pussy was pretty erotic.

"I want to feel bad for you mate but you kind of bring this on yourself. You obviously have a bit of a human fetish."

"It's not a-" The orc goes to defend himself but stops and just sighs when he realises it's no use.

"...and a size kink to boot." You mumble with toast in your mouth.

"I can't help it if I think horny humans trying desperately to take my cock is literally the hottest thing to me!" Grimmok finally lets the dam of sexual frustration burst after you've done a sufficient amount of poking at it. You always were good at getting him to actually talk about his problems.

"But the problem comes in when I actually have to fuck them, they can barely take half! How am I supposed to fuck them!? I'm too big! I'd kill them!"

You can't help but choke on your toast as a cackle forces itself from your throat. "Sorry. I'm sorry!" You struggle between snorts. Your big green friend just stands there with a grimace, arms crossed as he waits for you to finish.

You sigh and wipe your watering eyes. "Well, I'm glad you've confided in me because now I can help you." You wipe your hands clean and stand up from the orc sized table.

"You know that cool thing I can do with my hat?" You take your hat off and reach inside of it, the magic pocket space allowing you to reach your whole arm inside of it when you physically shouldn't be able to.

He nods sceptically still leaning against the sink, a bit concerned about where this is going. He thought by "help" you meant like you were going to pep talk him or something.

"We just have to do this but with...." You gesture down to your crotch.

Grim stands there, mouth slightly agape, blinking at you.

"I mean it's not exactly the same obviously." You pull your trusty spell book out of the hat before placing it back on your head while the pages of the spell book fly open to the page you want. "You basically draw this sigil on someone and then they'll be able to take whatever they can push inside no matter how big. Girth might still be an issue though..."

You explain this to him like you've explained many other spells, like you're reading him a recipe, deliberating what ingredients would work best. He doesn't even know how to react honestly.

"You're serious?"

You clap the book shut and adjust your hat on your head, smugly shrugging,

"This is what I do."

The poor guy just stumbles in disbelief.

"Magic, I mean.... Magic is what I do." You correct yourself a bit awkwardly and clear your throat, regaining your confidence.

"It's a pretty easy spell so we can try this whenever you want really."

"We?"

"Alright! Alright."

"Well yeah, unless you want me to go up to Rosie Cotton and say "Hey love, you mind if I put this sigil on your womb so my friend can finally pound your tight little-"

Grimmok rubs his face with his hands, sighing again and looking unsure. You lean against the sink next to him, barely coming up to his pecs.

"Look, it'll just be a one time thing so you can actually see if human pussy's all that and if you like it, I'm sure we can find plenty of humans who would love to try it out."

"...Alright. That sounds good."

You give a slap to his thick bicep and an encouraging "ata boy."

"and if you don't like this one, I'm sure I could find a spell that'll just make you..." He doesn't miss how you glance down at his crotch. "Smaller."

He huffs and pushes your shoulder playfully, he liked how you could always joke away the tension in any given situation. You walk up to the big wooden chair you were sitting at a second ago and pull it away from the table so that it's facing outward, struggling a bit as it's very much orc sized like most things in his house.

"Cmon. Sit."

You pat the chair, looking at him expectantly.

"Now?"

He's really not used to other people being so forward especially not when it's his mate. You shrug at him.

"Why not? I mean we can wait till you're ready, I don't mind. I have literally all day."

You put your hands behind your back and rock on your feet as you both just stand in his kitchen for about a minute...waiting. He eventually huffs and steels himself, fully committing to the idea and walking over to plop himself in the chair. He's going to put his dick inside one of his best mates.

You place your hat on the table so it doesn't get in the way of your activity and step in front of him. You levitate your spell book In front of you, looking down at the page with the sigil that's way more familiar than you're letting on.

"Okay, I'll face this way so it's less....personal." You turn around so your back is facing him. "You do still need to take off your pants though."

He smacks his teeth, "I figured that." He mumbles, pushing his soft pajama pants down to his mid thighs, immediately freeing his cock as he wasn't wearing underwear. He leaves his white long sleeve on, the sleeves folded to his elbows, giving you a perfect tease of his thick strong arms and multiple tattoos. When he looks back at you and sees that you've already disappeared your pants, he quickly looks away.

Sensing his nervousness you ask with a softer voice than before,

"can I sit?"

He clears his throat before grumbling a "Yeah."

You gently lean down and sit your naked ass onto his lap, legs open wide over his own you can see his half hard cock laying between his legs but try not to stare. Obviously Grimmock is a big guy but he's even big by orc standards so of course his cock is massive even when he isn't fully hard.

Grimmock clears his throat and jolts you out of your thoughts. You adjust a bit on top of him feeling his happy trail against your lower back. Your eyes skim the page levitating in front of you, when you finally find the incantation passage you straighten up and start chanting the ancient words in the text. Your eyes glow and the air feels static, Grim has seen magic before but the novelty never truly wears off.

An intricate shape starts to form right above your pubic bone, where your womb would be. The sigil glows brightly on your skin as Grim peers from above your head to look at it. At first glance he thinks it looks a bit demonic but then remembers he doesn't know anything about magic and decides not to mention it. When the sigil is complete you clap the book shut, immediately cutting off the static energy in the room and startling him in the process.

"That should do it."

You place the book on the table and lean back against his clothed chest, feeling the tension in his body not letting up.

"Damn, I can't believe little Miss Rosie took half of this. What a lass."

Your joke lightens the mood once again as Grimmock scoffs at you. Feeling him relax, you bring your hand down to finally touch the wetness that's been growing for awhile now. "We should still do some prep before you put it in. Is that alright?"

He nods and watches your hand disappear between your thighs. You readjust so that your boot clad feet are on either side of the chair rests. Opening yourself up to the air and to him, he can see you've already got two fingers pushing inside. He hesitates before reaching for his cock and slowly starting to stroke himself under you but it was painfully clear he was holding back.

"I know I'm not as short or.... endowed as Miss Cotton but I could put on a red wig if you'd like."

Grim huffed a laugh at the mental image of that.

"Oh wow~ Grimmie, you're soooo big and strong~"

You say in a high pitched voice (that doesn't sound anything like Rosie Cotton), using her embarrassing pet name while looking up at him and batting your eyelashes dramatically.

Grim scoffs and holds his hand over your mouth "Stop playing around." He tries to sound serious but his smile and the grumble in his chest betrays him. You laugh against his hand holding his wrist. You slowly pull his hand off your mouth and inch it gradually down your body giving him ample time to pull away. He doesn't and you move his hand to rub against your wet pussy ever so gently.

You're both looking into each other's eyes, this was not supposed to be so intimate but it doesn't look like he minds when he takes charge and slowly eases two fingers inside your aching pussy. His thick fingers stretch your pussy so good as you lightly buck into his hand, greedy pussy already hungry for more. The way he's looking down at you with so much need gets you so hot inside. A heat that only increases when he starts pumping his fingers in and out. Grim works you open with one hand and pumps his fat cock with the other.

This entire situation has you pent up and impatient so you pull his hand away and sit up, "I can take it now." He can't help but groan at your words but remains concerned at the perceived lack of prep. Whenever he fools around with humans most of the engagement is spent just doing prep so he's more than a little worried, "Are you sure?"

You don't reply as you gently take his fully hard cock from his hand, holding it up against your stomach to see how far inside you this thing could go. You both groan at the comparison between his ridiculously massive dick and your body, he reaches way past your belly button and into your stomach. Definitely more than a human could safely take. You adjust your legs so that you're almost squatting on his lap, your feet plant on the seat on either side of his hips.

You support yourself with your hand resting on the seat between his legs and lift yourself so you can rub your wetness along the length of his cock. He brings his rough hands to hold your hips gently, not applying pressure but just resting there so he can have something to hold.

You lift yourself up until his tip is in-line with your entrance, slowly rubbing it against your clit. You both groan lightly when the tip pops in and you slowly ease yourself down his cock. He's amazed at how easy your cunt swallows him. You pause half way down to adjust and give a few pumps to the rest of him before your hand leaves his cock to settle next to your other hand on the chair in front of you. He squeezes your hips a little in silent concern and you smile before easing the rest of him in, gently descending until you reach the hilt. Your pubes kiss his and he can't help but let out a weak moan at the sight and feeling of you taking all of him. Finally feeling tight walls grip the entire length of his cock has him reeling. You're overwhelmed as well, It's been a while since you've taken someone this big.

You slowly circle your hips around so that you really feel his cock against your walls deep inside you, you're obviously very pleased with yourself. Grim is seeing stars, eyes shut, head tilted back, trying to regain himself even a little while his literal dreams are coming true.

"Well, we know it works. I guess that's it then." You move to lift yourself off his cock as if your work is done.

"Nononono, Please no. Please."

Comes Grim's hasty but soft displeasure, both his thick arms circle around your waist to keep you in place as he leans against your back, head resting on your shoulder.

"What's the matter big guy?" You lean into his chest, stroke his arm and turn your head to look at him. He huffs, you know exactly what's the matter. He takes a deep breath and lifts his head to look at you.

"I need you."

Your heart jumps in your chest.

"I need you to fuck me...please."

You look up at him, wide eyes, mouth agape as he looks back down at you. The moment is almost sweet until your mouth forms into an evil grin and you snicker softly, a dreadfully familiar mischievous glint in your eyes. Grim closes his eyes and almost regrets all the choices that lead him here.

"Riiight~. I almost forgot, this is probably the first time you've actually been able to fuck someone sooo much smaller than you."

"Poor guy, you must be so pent up, huh?"

You reach down to gently hold his massive ballsack, making him suck in a breath and twitch his thighs.

All he can do is let out a choked moan of your name which only makes you chuckle.

"I can really play the part for you, if you'd like. Y'know the, "Ah, your so deep!" and "You're filling this human pussy up so good!""

You laugh when you feel his dick twitch. Poor Grim can only grip your waist and try to keep his hot face from getting hotter. He looks down at you with pleading eyes and you decide you're not so evil after all. You pat his arms and move them so he's holding your waist. He startles a little when you playfully kiss him on the cheek.

"I've got you big guy."

You lean forward again with your feet under you and start to lift yourself up very slowly until the top of his cock is juuust about to pop out. Your thighs burn as you stay there for a few seconds, teasing Grim and yourself. Grim thinks he might actually cry if you don't move.

Suddenly you grip the edge of the chair and force yourself down hard on his cock, taking him all the way to the hilt in one hard thrust. You both groan very loudly, he downright yelps with the sudden movement. You grip the chair and clench around him so hard he can't help the way he grips your waist tightly. One hand covers his mouth as he tips his head back and tries to not cum immediately. He tries to regain his breathing but you have other plans. You can feel him twitch inside you and a desperate need to be filled engulfs you.

You start thrusting up and down on his dick, moving your whole body up and down his length. It's a good thing he can't see your face because you are enjoying this way too much. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you bite your lip, the sensation of being filled to the literal brim is intoxicating. You work yourself and him so diligently, it's no time before your thrusts become more frantic and you're right at the peak. With one final deliberate thrust you cum hard around him, clenching and unclenching like you're trying to milk him dry.

You both moan freely now, though his are more like growls. Your pulsing walls quickly lead him to his own climax, holding you close to his chest and thrusting up into your cunt, spilling hot seed deep inside your womb. You shake and squirm even more with the blissful feeling of your walls being coated with his spend.

After a few moments of you two spasming and twitching you eventually ease up and fall limply against his chest, adjusting your thighs to rest on top of his again. You breathe out a long sigh and bask in the fullness of your cunt, stroking your stomach up and down.

You're blissfully unaware of the knowing smirk that grows on his face. He cards his fingers through his hair, composing himself a little more. His warm hand joins yours in caressing up and down the expanse of your stomach and chest, loving how small you feel in his hold.

"You've done this before." His voice comes out in a low growl that makes you shiver, not expecting it. You crane your head up to see him smirking down at you and all you can do is sit and stare. He chuckles deeply,

"There ain't no way, this is your first time taking a cock this size."

You stumble for words but none come out. His hands caress your thighs and one hand comes up to gently hold your jaw. He leans down really close to your face.

"You're a size queen."

You suck in a breath and your pussy clenches involuntarily around his cock which you only noticed now hasn't gone down at all. Grim laughs louder this time.

"I should've known the second you pulled out that spellbook."

You sit there, quite embarrassed at being caught. You smack his hand away from your waist.

"Shut up, you're the one with the-"

"Yes, we both know about my kinks, you teased me about it enough which is very hypocritical of you."

Grim is just loving the way you fluster and fumble for words right now.

"Oh, so you don't have a thing for inhumanly huge cock?"

He challenges and uses both his hands to bring your naked thighs to your chest, exposing your pussy, leaking with his seed.

"So you don't like the way I stretch and fill this little human pussy?"

You can't help but whine at his dirty words and the position he's binding you into. His cock adjusting inside of you, hitting a new spot.

"If you don't, I guess I could just pull out and-"

"Nonononono... Grim Cmon."

You frantically babble your disagreement, shaking your head. He chuckles again, very pleased with himself at turning the tables on you but thankfully for you he's not as evil as you are and his dick is still painfully hard.

"Alright Darlin, I'll take care of you."

He lifts himself from the chair, leaving a puddle of both of you when he stands. He comforts your whines when he pulls out to set you ass up on the table and just stands at the edge, one hand on his hip and the other leisurely stroking his cock.

You look back at him with confusion, expecting him to just fuck you over the table already.

"If you ask nicely."

He says looking real smug, you sigh in defeat and turn your body so that you're facing him. You disappear the rest of your clothes, leaving you stark naked on the large kitchen table you were just eating breakfast at. That realisation makes him pump his cock harder.

You press your knees as close to your chest as possible and bring your hands down to your puffy, leaking pussy. You spread your folds for him with your fingers and say, as sexily as you can manage.

"Please fuck me Grim."

Grim is so fucking floored, he's cursing himself for not thinking of doing this sooner. He sighs and pumps his cock harder, lining the leaking tip up to your pussy lips. He eases it inside and the new position makes for a new sensation for both of you as different spots are brushed and tension melts away. Once he's balls deep again he gently worms his arm underneath your back to lift you up with ease. You wrap your arms around his neck for support being mindful not to pull his hair. Suddenly you're face to face, looking into his eyes for the first time since you started.

You look into his dark eyes and they relax you, this is your best friend, you trust him. His eyes leave yours to stare at your parted lips. When he sees that familiar quirk on your lips he looks back to your eyes, catching the mischievous glint. You lean closer so that your noses are just brushing against eachother. You feel his breath hitch when your lips meet his. He spares no time getting into it and moves his lips against yours. You make out while he adjusts your body in his hold, one hand on your ass and the other on your waist.

He then, without warning, lifts you up and brings you down hard thrusting the whole length of his cock into you in one hearty thrust. You break from the sloppy kiss for a moment to groan out in absolute ecstasy, loving the way he takes the lead from you effortlessly. He brings down your whole body to meet his upwards thrusts. The way he's basically using your entire body like a fleshlight makes you embarrassingly horny.

It feels like it's been years since you were fucked like this, the way your body is reacting, so sensitive you're sure you could cum again any minute. This is exasperated greatly when he brings you closer to his chest with one arm locked around you so that he can worm his other hand in-between you two and rub at your engorged clit.

You grab at his wrist as he frantically works you to your climax, you basically scream when you finally reach that high. Clenching and shaking on his cock while he holds you up with his buff arms. You cling into him so tightly, getting drool on his shirt. You even squirt a little, getting your wetness all over his cock and the floor. Your intense climax once again has him reeling. The sight of you clinging onto him, squirting and losing yourself on his cock makes his balls clench painfully as his frantic thrusts turn faster and sloppier. He reaches his climax as he holds you close, groaning into your neck, pumping another thick load deep into you.

You both stay like that for a while, coming down from your respective highs. Your fingers slowly unclench from his shirt moving down to lazily caress his chest, feeling it move with his breaths as you rest your head on his shoulder.

He slowly manoeuvres your legs so he can sit back down on the chair, holding you to his chest. His hand strokes down your back as you both soak in the warm, tranquil after glow. His breathing evens out to a steady rhythm and your eyes flutter closed.

Knock knock knock

You both jolt awake and stare at each other wide eyed and then at the front door, which is very much visible from the kitchen. You both stay quiet and he holds you closer to hide your fully naked body if the rude intruder somehow manages to break the door down.

Knock knock knock

"Uhh Mr Grimmock Sir?"

The tension in Grim's body sags when he hears who's on the other side of the door. A hand goes to massage his impending migraine.

"BOY! What do you want?!"

You can imagine the way the poor fishing boy cringes at the anger in Grim's voice.

"Sorry Sir, I was wondering if you could give me some extra lessons on the boat?"

Grim growls in frustration, you chuckle in amusement and start kissing up his neck which settles him down a little.

"Tomorrow lad, it's Sunday."

"But I was-"

"Tomorrow."

The finality in his tone seems to get through to the young man as he mutters an "Alright Sir, see you then." Before walking off, his steps getting lighter and lighter.

"He doesn't want to work all week but suddenly he wants to work on Sunday?!"

Grim's irritation is clear as he gestures to the door incredulously. You can't help but laugh at the orcs misfortune. You settle your arms around his broad shoulders, one hand playing with his hair as his hand begins to stroke down your back again.

"Thank you for...helping out"

He says, quite genuinely.

"Anytime."

You throw him a thumbs up and he has to laugh and shake his head at the award winning nonchalance. When the amusement fades though he leans forward in the chair and brings his hands lower to cup your ass cheeks.

"Anytime?"

You can feel his soft cock gradually hardening inside your pussy and you look up at him in utter disbelief.

"Unbelievable."

You shake your head and chastise him but the smile that breaks on your face rats you put. He grins and lifts you up, walking out of the kitchen. His mouth marks up your neck and his stubble tickles, dull tusks dig into the sensitive skin.

"Just unbelievable."

You mutter to yourself again as your legs hug around his waist tighter and you feel his cum dripping out of your hole, leaving a trail all the way to his bedroom.

[moomary]

how do you think lighter would handle the reader after learning it is going to be their first time aka a virgin reader x lighter

Lighter and Virgin!Reader

🍓Yayay! I wanted to really take my time to write this one, so sorry that I didn't get it out super quick. Wrote it while listening to Christmas music btw, probably gonna write smth smutty for Christmas now. I've never written full-on smut outside of an RP setting so... apolocheese if this is cringe. You can throw tomatoes at me, I will eat them like the rodent I am.

Minors DNI

TW: NSFW; First time!; sickeningly sweet lighter; grammar errors probably lol (I promise I edit my stuff).

Info: Lighter x Reader; Nsfw; Fluffy; no pronouns but reader is fem bodied

Lighter is, and always has been, a rather simple man. While he loves you and respects you more than anything in the world, he too has thoughts that any man might have. It was only natural that he found you... mmm... titillating. You were his partner after all, and you were very good-looking if you asked him.

So many times he's found you on his lap, or beneath him whichever comes easiest at the time, drowning in your sweet lips. His hands wandered over your clothed sides, desperate for a taste of the real thing. He was addicted to you, and sweet candies couldn't placate him this time. It was heavenly having you in his grasp, so very close to everything he'd been dreaming about.

The only issue was that you always seemed to have some excuse to push him away. He'd fisted his cock one too many times alone in his room after another failed encounter, and he just didn't get it. You always seemed so eager, so pliant, right up until he slid his hands below your shirt.

The second his fingers made contact with the soft, oh-so-tempting skin there you would jump like he'd burned you. Then you'd push his eager hands down and come up with some lame reason to leave. He understood that maybe you weren't ready, that was okay, but didn't you feel safe enough to tell him? No, surely something else was going on. He could tell, there was something else that was holding you back, and he was going to figure it out.

Tonight would be the perfect chance to do just that. The girls were busy doing their own thing at the bar, leaving him with all the free time in the world to be alone with you. As usual, he had you on his lap, mouths working against each other. His tongue pressed into yours, happily exploring its space as he swallowed up your whimpers and whines.

Fingers press into your thighs like a vice, desperate for all the skin they can get their hands on. As you wind your fingers into his hair, he takes it as his sign to slide his hands up to your hips, slowly pressing you down into him. You jolt a little in his grasp, drawing a low chuckle from the back of his throat. So cute.

You pull back from him, a thin string of saliva keeping you connected, eyes wide and face flushed. Your chest heaves with effort, and your hair is an absolute disaster. It makes his cock twitch in his jeans, another gasp falling from your pretty swollen lips at the sensation.

"Lighter..." You say breathlessly, and he knows its meant to be a scolding remark, but he just finds it too cute.

He cocks his head to the side, "What? Too much to handle?"

You give him an eye roll that is all too endearing, trying and failing to straighten out your messy hair, "It's getting late, I should probably head to mine soon."

His smile falls from his face, disappointed again, like clockwork. He can't even find it in himself to hide it anymore, which makes you frown too. You press a kiss on his cheek, apologetically, "What's wrong? Why is my champion pouting?"

The pet name is almost enough to get him to forget everything, but then you shift on his lap a little and his hard-on screams at him to at least get some kind of answer. So he sighs, patting the meat of your thigh almost sadly, "Why do you always do that?"

You raise an eyebrow, which he mirrors. You know better than to play dumb, Lighter can see right through the schtick. Your demeanor cracks first, and you seem genuinely nervous as you respond, "I don't know..."

"Listen, baby. If you're not ready all you gotta do is tell me--" He tries to soothe you, because he doesn't want you to be upset. There was no shame in just not being ready, but you cut him off before he can finish his reassurances.

"No, it's not-" A grumble leaves your chest, "I want to, I really do I just... I get nervous."

It's his turn to raise an eyebrow at you, sunglasses slanting down his nose as he tilts his head curiously, "What's there to be nervous about...?"

You fluster, looking anywhere your eyes can find that wasn't him. You were awfully cute when you were embarrassed, but he couldn't let himself get distracted. With the gentlest touch to your chin, he refocuses your attention on him. A reassuring smile on his face, urging you without words to tell him what was wrong.

Some kind of war goes on behind your pretty little eyes, and he has to tap your lip with his thumb to center you again. You pout against the finger, and it takes everything in him not to push it up and into your mouth. Finally, after what seemed like ages of waiting, you give another sigh. "I'm... a virgin."

"Oh," he says, automated like a robot. It takes his brain a moment to click the gears together, but once they do, he nods. Oh. That makes so much sense.

"I'm sorry," you mumble, pressing off his chest to get up, but he tugs you back into his lap. Giving you a reassuring squeeze, praying to whatever there was out there for you to give him a moment to collect his thoughts.

It really isn't a big deal to him, not at all. He'd taken people's virginity before - former partners he doesn't even remember the names of - but you. Getting to be your first? It felt like the world had both blessed and cursed him at the same time. You didn't have a good frame of reference, which was great. He'd be the best partner you've had. Yet... he'd also be the only partner you've had, and that was a lot of pressure to put on a guy like him.

"Lighter?" You squeak out, face all nervous and cute in a way that just drives him wild.

A huff leaves him before he can think better of it, causing you to frown a little. His arms wrap around your middle, tugging you closer to him, "That's all? Here you had me thinking you weren't attracted to me all of a sudden."

The response takes you off guard, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Had you genuinely thought that would be a turn-off for him? What do you take him for, some prude? "I- I mean, you know... I don't have any experience, and I figured since... since you had it would just-"

He hushes you, trying his best not to laugh at how ridiculous the thought is. Most guys would leap to be in his shoes, it was a loser's wet dream to take some innocent angel like you and ruin you. Not Lighter, though. Despite how many times he'd fucked his hand thinking about your pretty little body, he would make sure your first time was perfect. He really needed it to be perfect.

"I don't care about that, baby." There's a teasing lilt in his tone that sends shockwaves down your spine, "I just want you to be happy."

It was your turn to be dumbfounded, staring at him like he had spoken forbidden texts in tongues you didn't understand. He tilts your head with the hand still holding your chin, and it's incredibly sexy the way his sunglasses dip a little so you can see the genuineness in his eyes.

"Would it make you happy if I took your virginity?" You give a slow, dumb nod, and he presses closer, "Do you wanna try tonight?"

Lighter watches with thinly veiled amusement as the pieces slip into place for you, face so warm he could feel it at this distance. You seem to have stalled a bit, so he gives you an award-winning smile and taps your lips to remind you to use them.

"Yes. Please." You blurt out, and it's so incredibly unsexy and awkward, but he still bites his lip like you were sex incarnate.

He gives you all but three seconds to admire the (so, so incredibly hot) look on his face before he's picking you up with no effort, hands wrapped under the swell of your ass like they were made to be there. You cling to his shoulders like a lifeline, and his cock strains in his stupidly tight jeans as he imagines you doing so without the jacket between your skin.

"Where are we going?" You ask, voice uneasy.

He smirks at you, "You didn't seriously think I was gonna let your first time be on some dingy outdoor couch, did you?"

You're silent all the way to his quarters after that, warm face buried into the crook of his shoulder. He can feel how nervous you are in the shaky breaths you let puff out onto his neck. He gives your butt a reassuring pat, which only makes you burrow yourself further into his neck.

He doesn't get to see your face again until he carefully lies you on his bed, and he's glad for it too. The nervous shimmer in your eyes would've been enough for him to bend you over any surface in a heartbeat. Your teeth nibble awkwardly on your swollen bottom lip, and he resists the urge to take it in between his own, instead busying his hands with shrugging off his jacket so he doesn't do exactly that.

You look near terrified when he climbs on top of you, so leans down to kiss your forehead, and in the gentlest voice he can muster whispers, "We'll go slow, but we gotta take our clothes off if we wanna do anything, m'kay?"

You give him a slow nod, slowly drifting your eyes down to his tight-fitting t-shirt. Once you seem to calm a little, he leans down and starts right where you left off. Capturing your lips in a soft kiss, slowly easing back into the passion from earlier. His hips press into yours, but they remain still against your heat. He would let you decide when you were ready for that again.

His hands eagerly slid around your thighs, squeezing the fat between his fingers and sighing as they sank against his touch. Always so malleable, it was addictive, but he couldn't get ahead of himself. This was all about you, after all.

Slowly, he inched his digits up to the edge of your shirt, pooling the fabric between them. You give a little jolt, pressing against his crotch a little harder than he expected drawing a hiss from between his teeth. He rubs his nose against yours, "Can we get rid of your shirt?"

Another slow, unsure nod, and he's easing you up just enough that he can tug the offending fabric up and out of the way. (No bra, thank god, he sucks at removing them.) The sight it reveals better than Lighter could've begun to imagine. Your chest rises and falls with your breath, mesmerizing him. You give him an unsure smile, nodding your head along with it, and he thinks he might genuinely die tonight.

He does not suddenly go into cardiac arrest, so instead his hands glide over your stomach, and it's everything he dreamed of and more. The skin is like heaven beneath his calloused fingertips, and the light whimpers and whines you give him are honey in his ears. You shift with every touch, jerking away and then easing into his touch. Unsure, but oh so willing and wanting.

He maps out each inch of your skin like he might lose his way exploring it, tracing all the way to the final destination of your chest. Your nipples are hard already in combination with his touching and the cold air around you. He gives you one last look, one last chance to tell him no, and then he runs his thumb over the tops of them.

The sound you make is delicious, something between a moan and a strangled choking noise -- almost confused at the pleasure you are feeling. He rolls them in his fingers a few times, watching your face intently as he does so. Your confused moans melt into sighs of contentment, so he decides to try his luck with his mouth. With your head rolled back, he ensures you can feel his breath before he presses his tongue to your skin.

You shoot up, gasping in surprise, but you don't make any move to push him away. No, instead you rake your fingers through his hair, pushing his shaggy bangs back so you can really look at him. Those emerald eyes lock with yours, making a show of slowly kissing his way back up to your chest. Along the contours of your collarbones, between the valley of your breasts, and finally right down to your perky bud.

Lighter takes a moment to really appreciate just how nice it looks up close, rather than through the fabric of your tank tops. Just the perfect size for sucking on, he thinks right before he engulfs the needy thing in his mouth. You throw your head back, chest hefting with your cry of "Fuck, Lighter."

He hums, only making it so much worse for you, the vibrations sending a shock through your body that makes you twist your hips just right. He takes his sweet time with your breasts, alternating between the two until you're a messy puddle below him. He hadn't even gotten past the waistband of your pants yet, and you were already so far gone. It was an ego booster, to say the least.

His free hand draws its way down your stomach, stopping at the edge of your pants. They dance their way along your abdomen, just itching to be let in, but not willing to disrespect your boundaries. Lucky for him, they don't have to wait long, and your own join him and carefully aid him in their removal.

It's then that he finally gives your chest a break, pulling back to tug your pants down your legs. Giving himself the time to finally admire you. He'd left... more than a few purple marks along your chest, all of which he thinks look incredibly nice in the light of the moon. His eyes trace their way down your stomach, just like his hands had, and land on the underwear you still had on.

They weren't particularly cutesy or sexy, but on you, it was the hottest thing he'd seen in years. They had a sizable wet spot in the middle, right where he wanted- no, needed to be. The only thing standing between him and tasting you was that thin piece of fabric.

A tug at the hem of his shirt draws him out of his daze, meeting eyes with your cute, nervous ones. It takes him a second to realize you wanted his shirt off, but once he gets the message, he wastes no time in shrugging it to the ground. Following it with his pants, leaving him in his boxers.

Your eyes trace their way along his figure, over his shoulders, across his stomach, and settle shyly on the outline of his dick. It only occurs to him then that you might find him just as attractive as he finds you. With eyes blown wide and distracted as you drink him all in, it's hard to avoid how much you're admiring the view right now.

He has the decency to act embarrassed, despite how he was practically drooling all over you just a few moments ago. He shivers when you reach up and trace your fingers over a scar, breath catching in his throat. "They're so pretty," you mutter, completely unaware that you had said that out loud. It could honestly make him cry. The way you look at him like he's some kind of art piece. So much love and admiration in your eyes. He can't handle it for long, even though you seem to be content just admiring his scars.

He grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers together as he presses you back into the mattress. You let out a huff as he pressed his forehead to yours, pouting now that he had interrupted your show. He gives you a few apologetic kisses, smiling at your pouting.

"Are you sure you wanna keep going, we can stop now if you want," he whispers, soft and gentle.

You nod, confident this time, "I'm ready. I wanna do this with you, Lighter. Not anyone else."

That makes his heart swell, sending the feeling right down to his dick, throbbing and reminding him he needs to prepare you. He wasn't usually one to brag, but he knew he was big, and it would be a tough take for your first time. If he wanted you to enjoy it, he'd have to take care to loosen you up first.

"Okay," he hums, reaching over to grab the lube and condoms from his nightstand, setting them nearby for when he needs it, "I'm gonna have to loosen you up first, and it's gonna hurt. You sure you can take it?"

He feels your muscles contract as he trails gentle, feather-light pecks along the edge of your underwear. "You'll take care of me, just like you always do..." Ah, you were gonna be the death of him tonight, he just knows it.

He hooks his fingers over the sides of your underwear, carefully tugging them down your legs like unwrapping a present he didn't want to ruin. What a gift he received as he threw the useless fabric to the floor, your pretty little cunt already drooling for him.

"God..." He mutters out, enchanted at the very sight. He adjusts his position one last time, making sure he is perfectly positioned in front of your gorgeous pussy. The view is something straight out of a porno, Lighter's messy hair shadowing his eyes as they stare into your very being, big hands gripping at your thighs -- like he was readying himself to consume you whole.

"You ready, baby?" He asks one last time, though it's painfully hard to do so now that he was literally right where he wanted to be, "Cause if you're not you better say so now, I don't think I could stop myself once I start, angel."

You give him the slowest nod known to man, followed by a timid little 'yes' and he's gone. His strong arms wrap under and rest atop your thighs, carefully pulling your folds apart to reveal the shining pearl he'd been dreaming of. Involuntarily he huffs out a hot breath, causing you to squirm a little in his grasp, and then he leans down and kisses your clit.

You jolt at the new sensation, another awkward breathy moan leaving your lips. He pulls back to give you a second, watching your expressions and committing them all to mind, and then he licks his lips and leans down for another wet kiss against your neglected bud. Then another, and another, and another, and at some point his tongue joins the barrage but you have no idea when. Too caught up in how good he's making you feel. So much better than your own fingers.

Lighter is in heaven, completely surrounded by nothing but you. Your little sighs, your skin, your sweet smell, and of course your juices dripping down his chin. You tasted so amazing, better than all the candies he ate. He swallowed you like a man starved, arguably more desperate for your pleasure than you were. Your little whines of his name only fueled him to suck on the little bud like a sweet treat, humming at the taste.

He wondered how many more moans he could get out of you if he added a finger... He had to stretch you out anyway, seems like now was better a time than any. One hand unwound itself from under your leg, snaking along the sheets right up under your bum.

Without taking his eyes or mouth off you he gently traces around your hole with his middle and index. Your hips grind up into his mouth, and he feels the way you clench against his fingertips. A smile grows on his face, god you were adorable, weren't you? He presses the tip of his finger into your heat, and you squeeze around it sucking him in like nothing.

"Shit..." He groans against you, the grumble going right through your nerves drawing a delicious moan out of you. He slowly pumps his finger at the same pace as his tongue, when it rolls across your clit, the finger presses up into you again. The white, hot pleasure that curls up your spine and through your body makes you arch your back. If he kept it up like this, you would cum faster than you ever had before.

Unfortunately, he pulls back and you whine like a needy child. He presses his thumb to your clit instead of his mouth as compensation, rolling in sweet little circles. Not nearly as pleasurable, but still enough to make your head spin, especially when you watch him press his cheek to your thigh to watch his own ministrations.

He is mesmerized by the way your hips jerk into his touch, his finger disappearing and reappearing over and over awfully stimulating for his relatively blank mind. His eyes lazily roll up to yours, smirking when he sees you watching him with lidded ones. "You like it, baby?"

You mutter an incoherent sound of approval, head falling back to the pillows, but that doesn't do it for him. He grabs your face with his free hand, focusing your expression on him yet again. As he does so, he eases a second finger in and you let out the most sinful moan of his name he's ever heard. He presses a kiss against your inner thigh, encouraging you to keep making those pretty noises.

He keeps on watching you, eyes having trouble focusing on both your face and your messy cunt. They're both such a good show, how could he be expected to pick which one was better. All the while he was sucking marks into your inner thigh, adding to the growing coil below your naval.

It was all too much for your poor little untouched body. His eyes watching you so carefully, the sting of his teeth on your thighs, his calloused thumb rubbing delightfully perfect circles against your swollen clit. You couldn't even think about anything other than how nice his fingers felt with circular motions right against that spot that your fingers could never reach.

"Lighter..." Your voice is so much more airy than you thought it would be, "I'm-"

He hums, understanding you without you needing to say anything at all. He removes himself from your thigh, climbing over to press his forehead against yours without stopping his movements. He wanted to see the face you made when you cum clearly. Wanted to have it etched into every corner of his brain so he could never dream of forgetting it.

"Go on then, I've got you," He encourages, and that's all it takes for the tight ball in your stomach to burst, and the flood of pleasure to take its place. You spasm around his fingers, juices coating them and dripping down his wrist. It's a beautiful thing to Lighter, watching the way your face scrunches up and then melts into pure pleasure. That was a face he could never forget, not in a million lifetimes.

He keeps his fingers moving at a slow and steady pace, easing you back down from your high. Only pull them out when you stop clenching around them, sucking your essence clean from them with a groan of satisfaction. "Delicious," He whispers, easing you back into the sheets, limbs soft and limp with the pleasant aftershocks of your orgasm.

Lighter is still there above you, watching with all the admiration in the world as your gaze refocuses on him. It's an infectious look that you subconsciously mirror, cradling his face in the palm of your hand.

"Feel good?" He asks, playing with a loose strand of your hair.

You nod, pressing a kiss to his nose, "Wonderful, actually. I don't know what I was so scared of."

He chuckles deep and warmly from the back of his throat, "I'm glad."

He presses gentle kisses across your cheek, nosing along your jaw and following with soft presses into the sensitive skin. You scratch his scalp appreciatively, more than happy to accept the affections.

"You wanna call it there?" He murmurs against your throat, hot breath leaving goosebumps in its wake, "Don't wanna push you too far."

You shake your head, frowning down at him, "No, no. I wanna keep going. It's not fair of me to leave you like... that." You gesture to his still rock-hard dick pressed against your thigh.

He comes back up to look at you, caressing your face with utmost care, "Don't worry about me, I can live without getting off."

"I know," you giggle, and it's such a sweet sound to him, "I want to, Lighter. I want you. Please indulge me just a little longer?"

He really can't argue with that, not with how you're smiling at him. "Alright," He sits up, grabs the condoms, and rips the box open with practiced ease, "but it's not gonna feel good to start."

"I know," You answer, sitting up to watch him slide his boxers down. His cock springs out, tip an angry red and bleeding precum down the shaft. It was an incredibly hot sight to see him slide the condom over himself, his muscles flexing from the much-needed attention. "I definitely know."

He smirks, settling between your legs again as he picks up the lube this time. "Enjoying the view?"

"Too much," you respond, enraptured as he tugs along his member a few times, shuddering at the sensation.

He takes the time to adjust you beneath him, tugging your hips up in an angled position. The manhandling is surprisingly hot, and your heart skips a beat when he grabs at your thigh more roughly than you're used to.

"I hope I can keep you satisfied," he muses, lining himself up with your pussy.

He runs the tip against your clit a few times, spreading a mixture of lube and your cum around, hissing to himself at the feeling. He wasn't even inside and he was already needing more of you, god what did you do to him?

He presses the tip against your weeping hole, hot and desperate against him. It fluttered in anticipation, feeling far too empty knowing what his fingers felt like. It had you praying to know what his cock felt like fully pressed inside. Surely it would fill you up even better.

His emerald green eyes come down to stare into yours, an intensity you've only ever seen from him in fights burning behind them. "Ready?"

You take a deep breath and then nod as assuredly as you can. You had no idea what you were getting into, but as the tip slowly sunk into you, you felt lightheaded. The sting was deep, drawing a hiss of pain out of you, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. He wasn't lying when he said it would hurt, but this was way worse than you expected.

He leans down, locking his fingers with yours and pressing loving kisses along your cheeks. His hair tickles your skin and it does wonders in distracting you from the burn of his stretching you. That was just the tip. If you couldn't handle that, how could you take the rest of him?

Lighter doesn't let you worry about it, rubbing his thumbs into your hips. Muttering sweet nothings into your sweaty skin, worshipping you like a god. Like you were his whole world. In his pleasure-fueled haze, that was more truth than it was fiction.

For every stinging inch, Lighter muttered praises and peppered a thousand more kisses across your burning skin. This was the most full you'd ever felt, and the more he pushed inside the more you wanted. He stuffed himself in to the hilt, stopping fully when his hips were pressed flush against yours. You shuddered at the sensation of his tip kissing your cervix. When he said he was big he meant it, and it was everything you wanted and more.

His rough hands slide gently along your sides, coaxing you to just look at him. Your glazed eyes slide over to his face, and you smile dumbly at his expression. His face is red, brows furrowed in concentrated effort and eyes clouded in lust. "You okay? Still hurt?"

You shake your head, chest rising and falling with more effort than you were used to. "It feels good. I like it."

He swallows hard, adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Fuck, he just can't stand it. You were so tight and warm, sucking him in like he was your last meal. He could feel your pussy clench around him suddenly, and he had to bury his face into your neck to stop himself from moaning out loud.

Who could've imagined a few years without sex would make him so weak. Maybe it was actually just you that made him like this. He couldn't possibly imagine any pussy better than yours, it felt like it was molded perfectly just for him. The thought occurs to him, like a stroke of genius, that this was his pussy and it was molded to him. Now that you let him fuck you once, he could do it again and again and again whenever either of you liked.

He liked that idea a lot more than he probably should, his cock twitching a little at the prospect. You squeeze back and he does moan this time, deep and throaty into your neck. It's quite the sound from such a big guy, making your skin tingle excitedly. You had been the reason for it, after all, it was flattering.

"Lighter?" You say, startling him. He looks up at you from his spot against your shoulder, "Can you move? I'm too full with you just sitting there."

He blinks at you, taking in your words carefully and digesting them. Yeah, you were gonna kill him tonight. You had no fucking clue what you were doing to him.

"Whatever you want," He mumbles out, pressing a wet kiss to your cheek, before slowly pulling out.

You groan out in tandem, the drag of his cock and a squeeze of your walls more pleasurable than you'd imagined. Then he pushes back in at the same pace and you shudder in his arms. He keeps the pace slow and easy, still able to remember that he wanted to be gentle despite how much he wished to be anything but. First time, he echoed in his head, take it easy Lighter.

Each drag of his cock against your plush warm insides has you gasping out, desperate for more and more. He watches you with an intensity to rival his excitement during a fight, taking in each detail with careful consideration. The way your brows scrunch up when he brushes that gummy spot with his tip, and how your teeth tug on your lips, and the way your eyelashes flutter when his hips lay flush into yours.

Lighter never considered himself an artist, but damn if you weren't his greatest masterpiece like this. You open your eyes and finally look at him, and the intensity in his gaze has you shying away into your palms. He can't have that, he wanted to look, so he grabbed your wrists and set them on his shoulders. They curl into the skin, crescent-shaped marks sure to form in the morning.

You still try to evade his gaze, so he follows with his own face, leaning forward. "Don't hide," he coos, his hands moving your hips with his upper body so he's fully leaning over you now, the new position allowing him to not only look at you but hit much deeper than before. "Lemme see yer pretty face."

A wanton moan is ripped from your throat as he picks up his pace, and you finally look at him when he grabs at your chin. His hair is stuck to his sweaty forehead, breathing heavily as he keeps up the new speed he's set. The wild look in his eyes is enough to make you clench and get to watch in real-time the effect it has on him. Swallowing hard as his eyebrows come together in pleasured surprise.

You were making it so, so hard on him, really you were. Each reaction you had made it so much more difficult to keep himself together. When you clench around him again he lets out a sound between a sigh and a squeak. Your fingers are running along the nape of his neck and through his hair, and it's nearly got him choking on air.

You're no better, hardly even coherent as his hips continue pistoning in and out of you at such consistent pacing. The wet slapping of skin on skin is the only thing you can focus on, everything else is too much for your muddled brain to understand.

The hand that isn't keeping your eyes on him comes down to massage your clit again, fingers splayed across your abdomen to feel himself through your skin while his thumb takes care of you. He was close, and he could tell you were too. Your moans getting more and more desperate, and the squeezing you gave him more and more desperate to keep him moving.

He didn't have it in himself to say anything coherent, so instead he settled on kissing you. Sloppy and uncoordinated and more teeth than anything else, but he still kissed you. Swallowing up every moan like a man starved.

His pace grows sloppy as he chases your highs, both of you moaning unabashedly loudly. He would hear from Lucy in the morning, he was sure of it, but that didn't matter too much to him now. Not when he felt you come undone around him. Your whole body tensed, desperate little cunt squeezing him in a vice grip and moans so delicious that he couldn't help but follow your lead.

He gives one last harsh thrust, and then he unloads into the condom. He thinks for a moment that he wishes it wasn't there but focuses instead on sucking at the juncture of your neck. You writhe under him, fingers raking down his back harsh enough to leave red lines in his skin.

It was better than he had expected it to feel, that was for certain. Even as he calmed down and came back to reality, there were little sparks of pleasure ringing through his body. He kissed his way over the marks he'd left on your body, waiting patiently for you to calm down before he pulled out.

Both of you let out sounds of complaint at the loss, but he knew that he couldn't stay inside you forever (no matter how nice that sounded). He smiled warmly down at you, caressing your face with such gentleness it could make you cry. "You alright...?"

You nod, brushing the hair out of his face so you can look at him properly, "This is probably the best I've ever felt in my whole life."

That gets him to laugh, pressing his forehead against yours, "I'm glad I could be of service."

"Did you-" You start, but he doesn't let you finish before he responds.

"Yes. I did enjoy myself, very much, baby." He hums, washing away any insecurities you could've had with ease.

He eases you up into a sitting position with him, holding you there until he is sure you will stay like that by yourself. Then, he stands and digs around his dresser for a towel to wipe you down with. You take the time to admire how nice his ass is out of those skinny jeans, humming to yourself at the sight.

When he rejoins you on the bed, you smirk at him, "Your ass is nice."

"Yeah," he huffs out a laugh, "Yours ain't all that bad either."

You let him do what he needs to, wiping you of sweat and any fluids that might become uncomfortable after a while. Then he does the same for himself, and the show is rather nice. When he finishes cleaning the both of you up, he crawls into bed and pulls you to his chest.

You take your chance to trace over the scars again, admiring just how pretty his marred skin is. He doesn't say a word, and you have the understanding not to make verbal comments now. The warmth of his chest combined with the pleasant ache in your limbs was enough to lull you to sleep.

The last thing you hear is Lighter mumble a quiet, "I love you." Though you don't respond, you know he knows you feel the same way.

[moomary]

A bunny hybrid reader that notices a male fox hybrid following them and watching from a far. Naturally you get nervous cause foxes prey on bunnies! But it turns out he’s very shy and wants to court a cute chubby bunny but doesn’t know how to. Maybe he’s also a soft dom with praise kink? 🤭

NSFW

warning: chasing(slight predator/prey?), breeding, praise kink

You had felt eyes on you since the moment you entered the forest you usually collected herbs from. It wasn’t exactly unusual to feel watched considering many other hybrids called the forest home… but today it felt… different.

You spotted a fleck or red, the shade making your fight or flight kick in.

Instantly you began sprinting, dropping your basket and booking it back to your cabin. You didn’t dare turn around, your poor heart racing as your fluffy bunny ears picked up the sound of running behind you.

“W-wait!”

You cried out in fear at the sound of your pursuer calling for you to stop, shaking your head. “N-no, go away!”

You reached your home, quickly locking your door and peering out the peep hole as your fluffy cotton tail twitched nervously.

There was a fox hybrid outside on your porch, sniffing the air and rubbing his face against every surface he could… was he leaving his scent there for later?

“Please come out… I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to talk.”

This happened nearly every day for a month. The fox chased you, nearly running you over before you got into your cottage at the end of the day.

That was until you weren’t fast enough.

The fox had been studying the way you move, when you took the shortest of breaks to catch your breath, and when you quickened your pace again to get away. Bunnies were masters at escaping… but foxes were very smart.

You knew something was different this time. Call it instinct, call it just coincidence, but you noticed that he wasn’t running after you as fast as usual… and his eyes were following your every movement the entire time.

Like he already knew he was going to catch you… it was just a matter of time.

You were too slow as you turned a corner, slipping on some pine straw and crashing to the ground. In seconds he was on top of you, and all you could do was close your eyes and hoped he killed you quickly…

But his jaws never closed around your neck. After a few moments of silence, you opened your eyes to see him butting his head against you affectionately, his tail swaying behind him.

His eyes were half lidded, staring down at you with infatuation and adoration.

“I’ve finally got you, little bunny.”

He was absolutely glued to your side now, clinging tightly to you as you hesitantly made your way home. The fox seemed absolutely smitten, sometimes softly nipping at your fluffy ears or neck, startling you.

“So pretty… you smell so, so good…”

After dinner he curled up with you, his fluffy tail swaying as he kept rubbing his scent on your neck. Could he tell that you were close to your heat? Is that why he had become interested in you?

“I’ve wanted you for so long… you’re cute and just the softest thing I’ve ever seen… but it’s hard approaching a bunny when you’re a fox.”

Your cheeks heated up as he pressed against you, your cotton tail wagging furiously when his bulge rubbed against your clothed cunt.

It wasn’t long until your next heat cycle, and it was clear that he knew it too. He continued to purr as he grabbed hold of your hips, guiding your bunny cunt over his bulge slowly.

When you let out a stifled whine, he smiled, giving your soft bunny ear a nibble. “Mmm, that’s a good girl. You’re so soft and pretty, let me take care of you, sweetheart…”

Within seconds he had your panties off, his fingers stretching your whole. As they pumped in and out of you, his lips met yours in a needy kiss.

His tongue explores your mouth, entangling with yours. It was hard to think with all these new sensations…

“Come on, bunny… lemme see that pretty pussy of yours, hmm?”

You shyly opened your legs, and he moved to position his cock at your entrance. At this point you were whining and bucking your hips, ready to be mated.

It was reassuring when he held onto your hand as his cock sunk into your fat bunny cunt, his face burying itself into your neck.

“F-fuck, so good… god…”

His grip on your hips tightened, the soft flesh warm against his hand. He’d never had something so soft and cute underneath him… you were amazing…

It felt too good, his cock was rubbing and touching all of the best spots, making your clit throb. As soon as he noticed, he moved his hand to rub circles around your clit while he picked up speed.

As he fucked into you, whining into your neck, he said the cutest things.

“I love you… love you so much, so fucking pretty…” he blubbered, his teeth grazing against your neck before he bit you.

“G-gonna… gonna knock you up, okay? Gonna be my cute little mate…”

Those words had your walls fluttering around him, your toes curling as the two of you came together.

After coming down from your respective highs, he became a bit shy again, giving your cheek a tentative lick. “You did well, pretty girl…”

You simply butted your head against him affectionately, returning his soft purrs.

Now, you had a mate, a sweet one at that. You didn’t have to worry about other bunnies bothering you when a fox called your cottage home.

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