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married ahh captains and first mates đđ§Ą,â€ïžđ,â€ïžđ
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miguel o'hara x top male reader
warning: dub con, short asl
Miguel, as my my stepdad thinking he has any power over me to lecture me. Just because him and my mom have been together for a while. I immediately put him in his place, taking the opportunity i bent his ass over right where we was.
Luckily, my mom wasn't there so she could see her little husband being a slut to my dick . I manhandled him into the bedroom and just enjoyed his hole.
He must of forgot who actually ran this household.
He kept tryna run from this dick had to pull him by his hair back. I left him my mom's bedroom with his legs shaking and hole filled.
Next time ill make sure to take my time with his ass.
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                     DRESS . . . TO IMPRESS ?
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synopsis. in celebration of the most wonderful time of the year, the one piece men have prepared extra special gifts for you. zoro, law, luffy, ace.
tags. dom! reader, implied top! (gn) reader. christmas fluff, crossdressing, big muscly men in skimpy skirts, law in a nurse outfit, lingerie, heavy petting, dirty talk, kissing, horribly written crack (i inserted my humour into this), mentions of sex, fingering, cock-warming, rimming etc, donât read this seriously, it gets progressively worse, spending the holiday season with them <3
a/n. this is my christmas gift to the one piece fandom. enjoy lol.
âmerry christmas,â zoro grunted, and you felt a little dizzy from the overwhelming endorphin rush that went straight to your head and somewhere else.Â
because this⊠this was something you would have never anticipated for a christmas gift. this was zoro you were talking about. the epitome of stoicism. had he been just⊠pretending all along? you wouldâve expected something like an earring, maybe, to match his three. a love letter was simply out of the question⊠though a bouquet of poinsettias wouldnât be over the top, if he had consulted nami in the first place. but this? this was just⊠breath-stealing.Â
you watched as your lover rolled onto his stomach in his scanty outfit to show off the crystal pink plug that he had stuffed into his puffy rim, shooting you a coy glance over his shoulder. âwell?â he hummed. âdo you like it, babe?âÂ
âyeah,â you breathed out. âi love it. you look gorgeous. i think⊠i think i just fell in love with you all over again.â
he coughed, a blush rising to his cheeks, and yeah, this was something you were more familiar withânot the balmy heat shrouding your face, the dry crawl of your throat whenever you so simply looked at him, the hint of sweat building at your temples at the thought of doing nasty, sinful things to him.Â
was he even real? were you dreaming? you better not be, because this was a meal you were going to spend your good time ravishing.Â
âwell, merry christmas to you, too,â you murmured lowly, climbing onto the bed after him, and he bit his lip with a shiver, raising his hips slightly to present you your christmas gift. you wasted no time in laying your hands on him, squeezing at the skin-tight fabric over his luscious thighs, giving his cushiony ass a small slap before smoothing over the warm ache.Â
âgonna eat you out until youâre wet and sore, baby,â you told him, âand then iâm going to finger you while we binge watch shitty christmas movies together on the couch.â you licked your lips, pretending to think about what you were going to say next. âactually... might as well have you cockwarm me while weâre at it. and once weâre done with that, iâm gonna put it in your slutty hole and fuck you âtil you start crying, okay?âÂ
âand after that too,â zoro mumbled, shifting onto his back and pulling you down for a soft, wet kiss that sent butterflies roaring in your stomach.Â
TRAFALGAR LAW
âtraf, sweetheart, have you seen myâoh.âÂ
âget. out.âÂ
âwhat are you wearingâŠ?âÂ
âare you deaf? i said get out!âÂ
âhold on, okay? itâs not like i havenât seen you naked before! just⊠is that a nurse uniform?â
but this was different from being naked. this was far more embarrassing. law looked at you with narrowed eyes, tone sharp with accusation that bordered on hurt. âwhat? you donât like it?â he nervously bit his lip, pulling down his skirt and squeezing his legs together as though it would hide the very obviously aroused state of his crotch.Â
âi do! how could i not? you havenât even let me say anything yet!â you swallowed, feeling saliva seep into your mouth at the erotic sight before you. âyou look so fucking hot, you have no idea. i love it, traf. i love it so muchââÂ
âokay, okay, i get it.â he huffed with feigned irritation, a small breath of relief escaping him as he shyly glanced at the floor, hands still clutching at the fabric of his dress. âm-merry christmas.âÂ
you took a few tentative steps forward until you stopped in front of him, and he frowned and turned away, heat rising to his cheeks. âdonât look at me like that. it wasnât my idea, just so you knowâŠâ he swallowed when you put your hands on his bony hips and squeezed, subtly exploring the rest of his outfit with your eyes, and he sighed, relaxing a little. âhey, say somethingâŠâÂ
âsorry,â you chuckled, meeting his gaze again. âyouâre just⊠beautiful. i love you. i love the fit. it looks so good on you⊠thank you for the christmas gift, love.âÂ
âand whereâs mine?â he said, attempting to distract you from the deep flush on his cheeks. he slung his arms loosely around your neck, giving you an almost pouty look, to which your heart clenched at. â... donât tell me you didnât bring me one.âÂ
âoh, but i did.â
. . . you swore you tried so hard. but you could feel it creeping up on you, like a silhouette, surreptitiously tugging at the corners of your lips. fuck it. you just couldnât hold back your smirk. you thought you were just absolutely brilliant, coming up with this idea of a gift. you knew he would love it. you just knew.Â
âeyes on me, baby.â
maintaining sensual eye contact with him, you gently laced your fingers with his, pressing each of his knuckles to your lips in tender kisses. then, with a gentle smile, you guided his hand down, slowly, slowly, until it was fully pressed against the front of your trousers, right where the zipper was. you nudged your hips towards the cup of his palm, faking a moan.
âthereâs your gift,â you murmured seductively, and watched giddily as his golden eyes widened in shock and arousal before a sharp, splitting pain on the side of your face knocked you out.Â
âpervert!â
you laughed victoriously as you went down. like he wasnât the pot calling the kettle black with that cute little outfit of his.
MONKEY D. LUFFY
âmerry christmas!â you heard a deafening guffaw before something crash-tackled you from behind, and you fell onto the floor in a heap of rubbery limbs.Â
âluffy!â you choked out a laugh as your lover wrapped himself around your ribs, still unwilling to let go. âbaby, i canât breathe.âÂ
âoh. sorry!â he retracted his arms and legs, getting off you with a spring. you sat up, and thatâs when you saw what he was wearing. a cute christmas skirt and matching leggings, and he looked so ridiculously adorable you had to do a double take. he frowned at your flabbergasted expression, leaning in to inspect your face. âhuh? did i break you? i promise, i didnât mean to hit you that hard! wait, whyâre you lookinâ at me like that?âÂ
he pat your head, as though that would fix things. you squinted at his carefree smile. hold on. what the absolute shit. was that lipstick?Â
âluff,â you took a deep breath, trying to steady your heartbeat. âwho dressed you up?âÂ
ânami, duh,â he sung, giving you a little twirl to show off the fit. you already knew the answerâyou just had to double confirm. crap. just how much money did you owe her now? a thousand berri? two thousand? to be fair, for this quality of work, youâd pay her a fortune. ânami said youâd like it. well? dâyou?âÂ
âyeah,â you murmured, half in awe, half in devastation, because this was a really bad time to get horny if luffy wasnât in the mood. âyou look really pretty, baby. i love it a lot.â you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to will away the horny. but it was just so hard to stop being horny all of a sudden. every time you closed your eyes, all you could envision was the horny: him in that skimpy christmas skirt, a bright flush on his cheeks, sprawled out on the bed underneath youâŠÂ
the soft press of lips against your cheek made your eyes shoot open. âhuh?âÂ
the red colour on his lips was now slightly smudged, and you raised your hand to gently touch your now stained cheek in realisation. âohâŠâÂ
âyou looked consti- constipated sittinâ there!â luffy explained, in a much louder voice than usual, a thick blush covering his face. âi had to, yâknoow, help you out⊠in case you were having a hard timeâŠâÂ
and well, there goes your horny.
PORTGAS D. ACE
âdarling! youâre home!â you watched as your lover clumsily hobbled out of the bathroom, swathed in the most colourful gift-wrapping paper you had ever seen from chest to heel. âmerry christmas!âÂ
you blinked. were you seeing things? âace, honey,â you started, slowly, with a laugh. âknow that iâd love it either way, but⊠are you supposed to be my gift?âÂ
âwell, yeah, sort of.â he grinned, trying to make his way over to you in awkward steps. he winked, keeping himself just out of armâs reach when you tried to pull him into a kiss. âjust watch. you might even be surprised.âÂ
he raised a finger mischievously, and you watched as the tip of it caught on fire. he continued smiling his infamous âup-to-no-goodâ grin, carefully bringing the small flame near his clothed chest. you raised your eyebrows, unsure, because as much as he was immune to fire, the gift-wrapping probably wasnât... and the furniture in your house definitely wasnât.Â
âwatchâŠâ ace stressed with a hush, dramatically pressing his blazing finger onto the wrapping paper, to which it burnt a hole right through, orange flames immediately clinging on to the circular edges, rapidly widening the puncture. soon, his entire so-called âoutfitâ was on fire, and you were starting to get alarmed when an eye-catching dark red slowly emerged from the burgeoning flames, strapped right across his chest.Â
you choked. was that⊠a bra?Â
âta-da!â he shouted, opening his arms in full display with what could only be described as pure mirth. âfireproof lingerie!âÂ
what the fuck. you stood there, gaping, unwilling to believe. the rest of the flames gradually died down, revealing a gorgeous pair of red lace lingerie that hugged his crotch and chest in all the perfect areas, showing off his muscled figure, broad in the shoulders but tight in the waist, with thick hips and strong thighs. you could feel yourself salivating post-shock.Â
âbaby, you look really, really sexy, butâŠâ you began, swallowing down your laughter. âforget it. why am i even surprised at this point?â ace grinned, albeit a little more sheepish than usual, rubbing at the back of his neck as you checked him out unabashedly. âah, damn it. you look like a whole feast. iâm going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you tonightâŠâÂ
âainât that the purpose,â ace purred, shooting you a naughty glance through his lashes. âcome and get me, hot stuff. and hey, guess what? we wonât have to worry about me accidentally burning my clothes off this time.âÂ
and needless to say, the both of you had a very merry christmas that night, indeed.
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Oh your themes just keep getting better! I love them all. Okay, that isnât what I am here for, though.
Fever. Induced. Shanks. Please, please, heâs sick, hot and absolutely washed over by exhaustion and fatigue from being sick for a week. He needs you. Wants you. So damn desperately. He couldnât even see you for this time period. Heâs on the verge of losing his sanity. He canât already sleep, now you on his mind is heating him more up than the fever.
He wipes his tars all over his face, and neck, and the back of his ears and air jumps as he fingers himself envisioning you. Moaning out your face, whimpering in the sheets, siding his pelvis with no embarrassment lingering over his mind. Just a feverish rush to satisfy his craving of you. Luckily for him, you were delivering him some chicken soup, when you stumbled upon the sight of your captain/husband in such a whoreish manner.
âOh god, please go in farther, youâre fucking torturing me. Oh, yes, yes, YES, right there, sweetheart, right therââ The door swung open with you leaning against the rack of the door with the smuggest smile he has set eyes on. âAlone, there, capân?â You decide to tease because you know how much he messes you. How could not he not? Youâd be lying if you said you didnât miss him, either.
âShit, uh, hey⊠um, is that soup for me? Thanks, you can just, uh, set it by my night stand.â You do as he tells you, as you crawl up in the bed with him, you whisper into his ear, âI think youâre feeling better. Need some pleasing?â His face sharply grows red, as he feverishly nods and tries kissing you. âAh, ah, ah, no kissing. You donât want me getting sick, now, do we?â He chuckles a bit, âeheh⊠no, we donât. Sârry.â
You smile gently as you slid his waist on your lap and set him bank down on his resting pillow. âRelax, I got you covered. Just let me do everything, youâll feel better in no time, baby.â As he dangles his arms on your shoulders as he positions himself over your dick, and slides onto it with suck silk it makes you shiver. âGood boy.â You smother onto his neck.
You can tell how exhausted he really is by not being the first one to move, and as you move him, heâs half your pace. Not quite realizing it for himself, enwarped with moaning and lock-jawing with the pleasure. Itâs an enthralling sight, honestly, you thank the gods everyday for giving you such a man as your partner.
âThere, god, fuck! Youâre- so sâgood!â He praises with a little more volume than honest antipathy; but you shake it aside because heâs suffering. His little mewls and pants enthrall you into a euphoric urge to cum alongside with him. â-um! I-Iâm-gonnaâŠ! Ah, fuuuuuuuck, yes⊠finally.â Your dick twitches only in response to his heightened squeezing of your thighs and cum trickles drown your lap. You manage to cum a few seconds after he does sending him into his second euphoria with his high sending spine-chilling sparks.
âGod, you just get better and better and fucking me like a toy, dontâcha?â He smirks while laughing. âIf you really need to get toyed around while, u should tie you up and edge you until youâre cumming from the air, alone. Howâs that sound?â His inaugurating expression lights up with a twinkle of sinister desire. âSounds like fun time, we should do after Iâm better, baby.â You laugh as you nod in agreement. âHope I wonât make you sick again by torturing you~.â
I mainly wrote this because Iâm getting over a fever and cold, and itâs finals week. One more week. We all can do this. Good luck to everybody. I wish all a satisfying and successful graded finals. (That was such a bad execution đ)
I was going to add Zoro, Law, and possibly Robin but I got lazy.
- Saturn đȘ
we are all getting colds and fevers at the worst time possible đ i hope you're doing alright now!!! take good care of yourself and sleep more now that finals are over!!
let me get into this piece now. wow. shanks. can't believe i haven't written for him yet, because what a catch. funny, handsome and absolutely erotic. the way you've written him is just huuu đźâđš
the charm of shanks is how honest he is. you could put him in a mating press, a downward doggy or literally anything and he would describe his pleasure in explicit detail. "please go in farther" sir this is not a drive through. i imagine it gets 10x worse during a fever
my point is. this was so hot!! thank you for the meal!!!!!
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                     THE BAAAAD TOUCH!
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synopsis. thereâs a very thin line between the way animals fuck on the discovery channel and the way you fuck them. featuring shameless, rough sex with the arcane men, and a third secret option at the end. jayce, vander, silco, viktor.
tags. top! reader, sub! jayce, vander, silco, viktor. reader has a cock. rough anal sex, creampie(s), exhibitionism, infidelity, cumslut! jayce, doggy, riding, size difference, huge cock, belly bulge, size queen! viktor, sweat kink, strength kink, breeding kink, implied marathon sex, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, excessive amounts of manhandling, age difference, established relationships. cock-hungrified men. (lmao)
a/n. inspired by this song from bloodhound gang.
âdoes she know?â you pant into his ear, grip strong and sweaty on his hips, and jayce feels dirty, the way heâs being mounted like a bitch. âdoes she know about the way i fuck you? the sounds you make when i fill your pretty hole up?â Â
he shudders, shaking his head, nails raking down your biceps as he tries to lift his head, to be less vulnerable in the way youâre taking him, but to no avail. he feels the hot burn of your palm at the back of his neck, and he finds himself back with his cheek pressed against the sheets, back arching with the violence of forcing his body to accommodate both pleasure and pain plowing away at his dignity.Â
 âfuck!â he gasps, âletâs not, nnngh! talk about this. not, not right now.â itâs not the first time youâve brought mel up in a conversation, but hardly ever more than an offhand comment, something to tease, something for fun. this⊠this was unknown territory.Â
âwhy? you donât like it?â thereâs a strange displacement in your voice, a touch whiny, as though you were pouting at his denial. jayce thinks heâs going insane, because as manipulative as you were, there was no way he could say no to you. not with that look on your face. the one he canât see but knows itâs there.Â
âdoesnât matter,â jayce whispers. âitâs not ri- right.âÂ
you want to laugh. itâs not right? so itâs all right and just if he sneaks into your bed almost every other night for you to get him off simply because said girlfriend never couldânights of sweat and sinful lovemaking that end with him sneaking out of your room with a limpâbut itâs not okay if you want to talk about it? how was that fair?Â
âyou donât like her anyway, do you?â you mutter. âyou should just get rid of her and be with me.â you tighten your hold on him. you want it to bruise. you want him to go home with your marks on his body. you want mel to ask about them and jayce squirming as he tries to think of a stupid excuse to fool her again. faulty gym equipment. sparring session gone wrong. you know all of his excuses. itâs funny, the way he tries to patch things up. âthis is cruel⊠to the both of us. donât you wanna get this over with?âÂ
âitâs- unh, complicated!â jayce moans, but thereâs nothing complicated about it, he just doesnât want to talk. doesnât want to feel the shame and guilt making his guts tangle and heart poundâthe way you fit into him so perfectly, so innately, like youâve always belonged inside him, a missing piece to his puzzle.Â
he bites back a whine as the thick head of your cock pushes against his swollen prostate, and heâs not sure if he can even feel his legs at this point. itâs humiliating, the way youâre cooing nasty words into his ear, handprints branding his hips as you tug him up only to slam downwards against him, pushing him further down into the mattress with every heavy thrust.Â
âwhy? whatâs keeping you then? hah. donât tell me. does she fuck you like this too?â you snarl, sucking hot purple bruises down the column of his neck, salt and iron underneath your tongue making you hungry, and he keens. âso desperate for cock youâd let your girlfriend fuck you, jayce? well? does she fuck you as good as i do?âÂ
ânoo,â jayce slurs, shaking his head, ânothingâs as good. youâre the best. love it. love you.âÂ
âreally?â you bark out a laugh, and he nods dumbly, like his bodyâs conditioned to respond to your every whim, wanting to please, to serve. âwell, i donât see it at all. only thing you could ever be in love with is my cock.âÂ
âah- ah, yeah, that too,â he whines, âlove you more.âÂ
âliar,â you growl, and he sobs out at the way your length drags across his walls, thick and girthy, missing his prostate on purpose. itâs a punishment, jayce knows. heâs sorry. he feels so guilty. âpretty slutty liar. youâll do anything to get stuffed, wonât you? even if it means cheating on your little girlfriend. youâll even enjoy it, the moment you break her heart.âÂ
jayce shakes his head, tears blurring his vision. he canât even say anything at this point, with the way youâre forcing him to take, fucking the words out of him. he canât help being addicted to this. itâs too good. mel would understand, wouldnât she? she would, if only she could have a taste of it. itâs not his fault. not really.Â
âyou probably think sheâll never know. you probably think sheâll never find out.â youâre talking again, but the sounds buzz by, intelligible. jayce swallows, letting your accusation wash over him. he has been careful, hasnât he. surely she wonât know. surely she canât know. âthe way you start crying when youâre about to cum. you think sheâll never know about that, right?âÂ
he doesnât know what you mean, but itâs so hard to think. thereâs wetness on his cheeks and the low flame in his belly has blazed into a forest fire. he wants to cum. he needs it. he needs it hard and rough, bruises on his waist and hips and love bites on his collarbones, hard, heavy thrusts that make him feel dizzy and high and stupid, drowning him in the throes of pleasure that only you can give to him.Â
âplease,â jayce begs, tears streaming down his face. âi want, ngh⊠ah, want your cum in me.âÂ
and before he knows it, thereâs the rush of hot cum flooding his hole, the sweaty press of your chest against his back, your hips trembling and bucking against his, and itâs so good it makes him see stars. but you donât stop. itâs messy and filthy, and pure bliss when he feels you snake a hand into his hair and wrench his head up, rough and careless just the way he likes it.Â
his eyes roll back before his cock starts helplessly spurting at the sight of mel standing in the doorway, watching him being bred like a whore.
VANDER
. . . vander thinks he maybe maybe made a mistake, telling you to be rough with him. because this is exactly the kind of rough he likes.Â
âoh, fuck, sweetness,â he moans, arousal bleeding into his guttural voice as he arches his back and cants his hips backwards to receive your thrusts, taking you deeper inside, his ass bouncing every time you meet his hips with a wet, nasty âpapâ. ât-thaatâs it, kid. right there, fuck, harderâŠâÂ
heâs clutching his pillow tightly, waves of pleasure shackling him to the bed as youâre pounding away at his hole from behind. youâve snaked a hand into his hair to wrench his head up roughly, and a low whine pushes its way past his lips, punctuated by a sharp, deadly thrust aimed at his prostate. heâs pretty sure his own cockâs rubbed raw against the sheets, spurting so much pre thereâs a sticky, slippery pool underneath himâeasing the steamy push and glide.Â
there are stars bursting at the corners of his eyes, threatening to consume his vision, and he can vaguely feel his toes curl and thighs spasm at every brush of your cock against his bundle of nerves. thereâs sweat dripping down his face, a salty tang on his tongue, and he wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, hearing nothing but his own heavy pants and groans, attuned to the rhythm of your thrusts. itâs too good. almost makes him feel young again. heâs halfway through his forties, and yet youâre fucking him like heâs twenty.Â
vander can feel your hands all over him, pressing heavy bruises onto the tender fat of his waist and hips, bodily dragging him back onto your cock every time you ram forward, making sure to put your entire weight behind it. the mattress is letting out horrible creaking sounds, the headboard of the bed slamming into the wall in perfect tempo, and the both of you are going to regret this later, but fuck, he doesnât care.Â
itâs addicting. itâs violent. vander shouldnât be enjoying this, but he is.Â
âfuck, love, yâer gonna make me cum already,â he chokes out, and itâs more of a drunken slur, really â thereâs something about the way youâre treating him that makes him dizzy and weak at the knees. his fists are clenched, grasping at the bedsheets every time he feels like snaking a hand between his legs and jerking off to your thrusts. he wants to enjoy it, savour itâthe way youâre taking him, pressing him into the mattress like youâre trying to break the bed before you break him, gaze hungry enough to swallow him up in your lust.Â
âgo ahead and cum, vander,â you drawl, grabbing a handful of his ass before sharply spanking him across, the sting rewarding you with a full-body shiver. âi want you to cum like itâs your last night on earth.âÂ
who the absolute fuck does this kid think he is, vander thinks, and he quickly buries his face back into the pillow because he knows heâs going to get loud. youâre insane. insanely bad at dirty talk, but your hunger makes up for it. heâs never liked dirty talking that much, but fuck, if you werenât something different. cum like itâs his last night on earth? he really underestimated how greedy you were.Â
âcocky,â he wheezes instead, once heâs caught his breath, âyâer gonna, haah, hafta fuck me harder for that to happen.â itâs yet another bad decision, and heâs digging his own grave, he knows it. as if you arenât already fucking him within an inch of his lifeâthe bulbous shape of your cockhead digging into his prostate with such immaculate precision, pressing the shape of your handprints into his skin as you fuck him with your eyes, your hands and your cock.Â
hungry. intense. unforgettable. vander doesnât think heâll ever get enough of it.Â
before he can even breathe, youâve hooked one arm under his thigh, tossing him over onto his back like youâre flipping a fucking pancake, and vanderâs not a delicate man by all means. without wasting a second, youâre pushing inside him again, groaning shamelessly as his wet, warm cave engulfs you perfectly. vander makes a desperate noise, eyes squeezing shutâthereâs no pillow to muffle his cries or hide his expressions from you this time, but heâs far too close to be embarrassed.Â
the new positionâs got you so deep inside him, and itâs getting harder to breathe, almost as though he could feel you all the way to his throat. itâs uncomfortable and very inconsiderate of his aching back, but the mind-numbing pleasure hammering away at his sweet spot makes up for it.Â
âs-so fuckinâ good, kid,â he pants out, arching his back with a moan as you reach down to grope at his tits, the muscles plump and soft with tender age, hole clenching around you tightly every time you tug at his perky nipples. his cockâs all leaky, drooling over his stomach and making a mess, and heâs so aroused itâs almost endearing. âfuck me⊠god, fuck me.âÂ
heâs going to cum hands-free, vander thinks, and shit, youâre going to be so smug about this after youâre done with having your way with him. vander sneaks a glance at youâeyelids fluttering, making little grunts of pleasure every time you bully your way into his tight wet warmth. it embarrassingly makes the back of his neck burn, makes him feel all hot and sexy and wanted.Â
âyeah? best cock youâve ever taken, vander?â you purr, and his breath stutters, seizing up with a yell and then heâs fucking cumming with you balls-deep inside him. guess youâll take that as a yes.
SILCO
silco doesnât know how long heâs been bent over in that same fucking position, but he doesnât plan on making you stop anytime soon.Â
âdarling, not so rough. . .â he gasps out, nails raking down the expensive wood of his office desk while you plow away at him from behind, his hole sopping wet but tight, as though you havenât cum two times in him already. he can feel his knees knocking into the hard front of the desk with every brutal thrust, the weeping tip of his erection grazing the cool mahogany, the pleasure inside him making his lower belly burn with a flame he hasnât felt in a long time.Â
âwhy?â you grin, draping yourself over his half-clothed stature, his pants yanked down to his ankles as heâs bent over to take. you shuffle forward, making sure his ass is pressed snugly against your crotch before giving an experimental roll of your hips, always reaching deeper, for more. âworried that theyâll hear?âÂ
silco presses his lips together in a thin line, tilting his face away from yours, and if you didnât know any better, you would have thought he were sulking. you laughed. it was just too easy to piss him off sometimes.Â
âiâm just playing around, baby. your office is soundproofed, no?â you straightened yourself, running a hand over the smooth, sensitive expanse of his back before returning to your firm grip on his bruised hips. he gave a shuddering sigh, trying to relax as you started to rock into him again with strong, steady thrusts.Â
âit doesnât matter,â he rasps, âweâre, hah, being too loud⊠sweetheart. s-sevika is right outside.âÂ
âdonât care,â you mutter. âiâm pent up. âleast you can do is let me fuck you stupid. youâll let me, right?âÂ
silco makes a noise at the back of his throat, half from displeasure, the other half from the sharp curl of arousal in his lower abdomen, making his cock twitch and leak. fuck if it didnât turn him on when you talked to him like this. he settles for burying his face into his arms, preparing himself for whatever you were going to put him through.Â
âbe gentle,â he whispers, letting out a shuddering sigh. âiâm not so young anymore.âÂ
you could feel a grin pulling at the corners of your lips. yeah. sure, you were going to be gentle with him. with him looking like that.Â
âhngh, r-right thereâŠâ silco mewls out, knees buckling repeatedly as he tries not to think about how loud heâs being. he supposes he could gag himself with something, your fingers, maybe, get them warm and wet for you while you use his face as leverage to fuck him harder, but he knows how much his noises spur you on, and right now he really doesnât want to piss you off. not when youâre indulging him so well. âthatâs it⊠youâre so good⊠darling.âÂ
ânot so shy anymore?â you hummed, licking a hot stripe up his neck, his gasp twisting into a whine. âthink we can make you louder?âÂ
âsweetheart,â he sighs as he feels your hand wrap around his throat, and he tilts his head back to let you grip it properly. âyou already know what i want.âÂ
âwell, i donât think so.â you smile, leaning down to press your cheek against his, working away from behind with short, firm thrusts that steal his breath away. âremind me. did we use the magic word yet?âÂ
but just as heâs about to answer with snark, thereâs the rap of fists against his office door, and silco feels his heart plummet. not now, when things were about to get goodâthis was the worst timing possible. âeverything alright, boss?âÂ
âyes,â silco pants, âfuck⊠yes.âÂ
you can feel his nails dig into the back of your thigh, warning you not to pull out. youâre thick and heavy, resting against his stomach, and silco feels so fucking good and full. you canât stop now. not until heâs had his fill. he can vaguely feel your warm seed trailing its way down his perineum in a slow trickle, and fuck, he wants more. wants to feel stuffed even without you inside him, drowsy and content.Â
he blinks, brows furrowing as he catches himself fantasizing about you yet again. should he even be having thoughts like these in his forties? was this healthy? sex with you was life-changinglyâand now apparently hormone-alteringly good.Â
âsir?â sevikaâs growl interrupts his train of thought. and yeah, not to mentionâhis second-in-command is right outside his office, while all he can think about is cock. shit. your big, leaky cock, buried to the hilt inside his hole. he wonders if itâll be gaping once youâre done with him. and oh. cum. loads of your cum, filling up every inch of space inside him. making it hard to breathe. making him swelâ âis someone in there with you?âÂ
âyes,â silco wheezes dumbly as you roll your hips against him with meaning, forcing him to take you deeper. he trembles, shifting back slightly to fuck himself on your cock, forcing a sharp inhale from you. âwe are busy. youâre, oh⊠dismissed, sevika.âÂ
the silence is loud, save for the almost-silent squelches of your cock maneuvering inside him with all the cum stored in his belly.Â
you can feel his heart pounding from the way your chest is pressed against his bare back. or maybe itâs your own. his walls squeeze around you, sinfully tight, pulling a muffled moan from where you have your teeth sunken into his shoulder. fuck. heâsâsilcoâs actually into this. youâd have never guessed he would be such a freak, for lack of a better word, but with how things were going . . . you didnât mind it. not one bit. it drove you crazy with want, if anything.Â
â... if you say so, boss.â the sound of retreating footsteps fills you with both relief and disappointment, but before you could even process what that means, you can feel silco gazing at you through his lashes, low and scrutinizing and something needy.Â
âdid i say you could stop?â silco grunts. âfuck me.âÂ
you let out a shaky sigh, hips already bucking back into the warm mould of your cockâand the next sound that drives past his lips is a loud and unabashed sob of your name.Â
you think you might have unlocked something new in your lover.
VIKTOR
âit wonât fit,â viktor slurs, moans tumbling out of his mouth as he gives a shaky roll of his hips. heâs not quite there yet, with only the tip sucked in, but heâs making good progress. âiâm terribly s-sorry, dear. your⊠appendage. itâs too big.âÂ
his eyes flutter shut at the feeling of your hands forming a ring around his waist, strong and firm, a warm assurance that there was a possibility⊠although slight, that heâd make it.Â
âitâll fit,â you murmur, kissing the sensitive spot at the back of his ear, the one that makes him suck in a sharp breath and shudder. âyouâre doing very good, love. just⊠a little more, yeah?âÂ
viktor looks down. itâs nowhere near a little more. youâre barely halfway in and heâs already thinking about quittingâhas been, since the stupidly huge head of your cock breached his rim, making him feel a stretch that no amount of fingers or plastic toys could replicate. it was something extraordinary. overwhelmingly so.Â
âplease,â he mewls, forehead dropping to rest on your shoulder. ât-touch me? i think iâll probably, hah, ease up a little if you would⊠oh, yes. thank you, dear. thank you.âÂ
itâs⊠in simple words, too much. youâre usually very considerate, taking your time with him with your fingers, rubbing on his tender walls until he loosens enough for you to slip another one in. the night would then end with you fucking his thighs, sticky and slick with his own cum. itâs good. itâs enough. that was until he started having thoughts of what it would feel like if you were inside him.Â
but viktor wouldâve never imagined it would be like this. the difference in size was just⊠comical. you were so deep inside him already, the impossible girth forming an obscene bulge over his abdomen, making him whine with the fullness. if this is already what it feels like to have you inside, then just what would it feel like to have you spill inside him?
he canât lieâheâs spent nights waiting for you to fall asleep first so that he could scoop up some of the cum you had missed on the sheets, quietly fingering himself with the cold slickness. it didnât feel right, even if it was yours. it just wasnât the same. he wanted, no, needed to feel it for himself.Â
it doesnât help, the way youâre stroking him, ever so gentle with him. your huge palm covers his entire length without having to move much, huge thumb rubbing at his leaking tip, and viktorâs never been so hard before in his whole life. heâs so close already, hole fluttering around you uncontrollably, and itâs almost cute how it looks like itâs going to swallow you up. maybe it is.Â
maybe itâll fit.Â
âlast few inches,â you pant, fingers trembling slightly where youâre struggling not to press bruises into the cup of his hips. âcan i-? please, vik. itâs so good. youâre so good. i just need a little more. please, baby.âÂ
âyes,â viktor blurts out, before he realises just what he agreed toâbut within the next second he can feel something abnormally large pushing its way past his tight walls, faster and rougher than before, even as he tries to clench and hold stillâitâs mean and a little too much, but then the back of his thighs meets hot skin and he nearly blacks out with the stretch of it all.Â
ângh,â viktor keens, trembling with exhaustion as he tries to settle into your lap comfortably with such a large intrusion within him. âsoo fullâŠâÂ
you sigh in pleasure, hands going back to his hips where they belong, pushing him down until youâre satisfied that heâs properly taken everything youâve given him. itâs not a demand, viktor thinks, more like a comfort. telling him that youâve always known he wouldâve been able to take you in the first place. that this is where he belongs, filled to the brim with you and you only.Â
he lets out a shuddering moan when you start to slowly bounce him on your lap, lifting him up with ease a good inch or two, before rolling your hips to meet his, pushing yourself deeper. âshit, vikâŠâ you groan, and he cries out with every brush against his prostate, the sheer size of you making it impossible to miss it. âyouâre so tight, baby⊠so perfect. iâm right here with you, okay? easy now, youâre doing so good.âÂ
youâre so good to him as always, whispering sweet nothings into his ear, but itâs different this time, and fuuck. viktor thinks heâs dying with how good it feels. he tries to steer his hips, to actually ride you instead of having you manhandling him up and down your cock, but thereâs hardly any friction left now that heâs properly stretched, and any attempt results in him collapsing back to his knees, the pleasure making him weak.Â
he settles for hanging onto you, arms wrapping around your neck and choking out little whimpers as you rock upwards into his waiting hole again and again, toes curling and nails scratching red trails down your back with the all-consuming pleasure.
itâs driving him crazy, the fullness, the simple thought of you pumping your seed and sperm into him, of making love with you. itâs nothing like the way it was written in the textbooks he had spent nights researchingâitâs beyond anything he would have ever imagined.Â
âplease,â viktor sobs out, feeling strangely empty every time you pull out halfway, as ironic as it wasâas though there was a chance you would leave him fully. the thought of it hurt. if only you could fit inside him forever. if only. âstayâŠâ he cries, âcum inside. m-make me yours.âÂ
you lean forward, pressing your lips against his in a hurried kiss, at the same time grinding so deep viktor thinks, for a split of a second, that that might be you heâs feeling in his stomach. the broken wail he gives is loud and muffled, and you lap up the drool on the side of his face, watching as your loverâs eyes flutter shut at the feeling of being filled, properly this time, to the brink of spilling.
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A LITTLE MISCHIEF | RAMBLES
a/n: haii :3. recently been wanting a wriothesley rerun, and I've finally finished the archon story quest where he appears so... he has wolf-like features so yknow... why not...
warnings: 908 words, sexual content!! mentions of blood. wounds (claw marks and bites), knotting, breeding, dumbification, overstim, dacryphilia
Sub character panting like a dog in heat, funny because he was getting fucked by a dogâwell, humanoid werewolf, but you get the point. He could feel the strong grip of your hands on his hips, which would no doubt leave dark bruises on his already love-marked, littered bodyâvarious hickeys and claw marks from his neck to his chest to his thighs. Face down and ass up. The position, arching his back almost perfectly, was a delicious sight to behold the one above him. A mix of some blood, sweat, and even saliva trailing down his body, whether it was from you or from him, he doesnât know.
In the beginning, he had such confidence. Boldly taking the lead with heated kisses and feathery-light touches. Petting down the fur from your arms and chest, slightly tugging on it mischievously. Letting out loud, whore-ish moans to seduce you. Teasing you. Teasing you, oh so much that you really couldnât handle it anymore. God, he was a mischievous little one. Had he known what he was getting into, maybe he wouldâve been a little more nicer with the teasing.
Later, being dominated by your rough actions. Back being forced to arch as you hold his shoulder down with one hand. Slowly teasing his rim with your fingers before forcing your large digits into him. The head pillow being ruined with saliva and tears from the overstimulation of you continuously finger-fucking him. Although his face seemed more ruined than the pillow. His eyeliner was ruined; his tears made the once neat lines fade, a black line trailing down his cheek and adding a nice touch to the already tear-stained cheeks. He was already so ruined even when you guys have only just begun⊠but he didnât know that. âĄâĄ
The feeling of your dick pushing down into his gaping hole. A prominent bulge appears whenever you push down, and he can only drool as his eyes roll to the back of his head. The feeling of you inside him puts most, if not all, of his toys to shame. He couldâve never expected that his expectations, even as high as they were before this, would be broken so easily. He swore that no amount of nights where he jacked himself off or fucked himself down onto a toy couldâve prepared him from taking the actual thing.
He doesnât even remember how many times heâs orgasmed. His dick was reddened, still painfully hard. It dripped pre-cum as he went through a dry orgasm yet again from a harsh thrust. The once loud and proud voice he had slowly died down as you continued to pound into him with no breaks in betweenâcontinuously splitting him into two even as he begged you not to because he just came. What a cruel wolf you are. Ignoring his cute pleas and sobbing face in favor of fucking his cute, swollen hole to please yourself. I mean, even if he pleads for you not to continue, itâll only make your mind fuzzy with the thought of breeding him.
The dumbification only worsens when he feels your knot trying to press into him. He lets out a loud mewl, thinking that he couldnât take it. Even with how much youâve been stretching him, there was no way such a huge base could fit him.
âA-Ah! nnNGHh~ âĄâŠ n-nOOoo~~ âĄâĄâŠâ
He took deep, heavy breaths before he continued pathetically in a lower manner. His voice was whiney and raspy from being used so much. He quickly turned his head back, looking back at you with red, puffy eyes.
âI-It.. aHNn~... w-w⊠WOnâT~ mFghh~ âĄâŠ wonâT fi-fit!! âĄâĄâĄâŠ.â
Poor little guy. If only he knew better than to say those words because it only served to make you even more horny. As you continued to press down, your knot finally popped inside him. And if he could only explain the sudden overwhelming pleasure of the feeling, he would run out of words to use. He lets out a loud moan, a sound so whore-ish he could feel himself burn with embarrassment, not knowing he could make such a sound.
Ahhh⊠Everything was making him so dizzy. The feeling of your sharp tip digging deep into his depths that his fingers or even his largest of toys couldnât reach. The low chuckle that rumbled from your chest made his heart flutter and burn. The thick ropes of cum that started to spill inside him, quickly filling him to the brim in a matter of seconds. The kiss you pressed at the nape of his hickey-covered neck. The throbbing dick that was still inside him made him feel even fuller with the cum inside. The soothing motion of your hands caressing his bruised hips and thighs. And the knot? God, even with just that, he couldâve cum so easily. He could already imagine the bulge of his tummy, taking you all the way to the hilt.
Oooh, heâs just came again, the pleasure overwhelming all his senses at the same time. His hands found the strength to grip the damp pillow beneath his head. His mind goes blank as he spurts pathetic thin streaks of cum on the sheets underneath you two. What was once a nice, well-made bed turned into one thatâs gone through hell.
Oops, he blacked, but thatâs okay. Maybe you guys can do a round after he wakes up in the morning!
He definitely wouldnât mind it.
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â put a leash on kaminari denki
yâall know the choker he wears stays on during sex, let him know just how pretty he looks wearing the choker, makes him act up. clip a leash onto him and use him like a bitch youâll have him moaning like one
âOhHh..~! fuckkk ye..ah~â His face is smushed against the sheets, his knuckles turning white due to how hard he was gripping them. Holding onto the leash and and use it to fuck deep into him while pressing on his back to deepen his arch.
His voice is starting to tremble and turn into small sobs, his smile quivering. youâre slamming so deep into his tummy, his prostate being so roughly grinded against.
âk-keep go..âng..bouâta⊠com..~â He can barely keep his eyes open, his face is covered in tears and drool, his bangs sticking to his forehead, a mess.
He screams a moan, finishing all over the bed. fill him up to the brim and leave him twitching, a stupid fucked out expression on his beautiful face.
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pairing: jinx x gn!reader - NSFW
summary: after jinx pulled a prank on you that you particularly didnât like, you find a way to punish her for insulting you.
warnings: no use of y/n or pronouns, 2nd person reader, use of nicknames (toots, baby) dom/top!reader, bottom/sub!jinx, slight degradation kink, little begging, edging, orgasm denial , fingering, pussy slapping/clit slapping, slight dacryphilia, mean!reader :)
authorâs note: second ever smut fic lesgoo!!
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a tear rolled down her cheek as she squirms underneath you, âcâmon baby, no crying, remember?â you noted, making sure her legs were open wide as your hand striked her throbbing clit again. âfuck-! i- im sorry, i didnât mean to- shit-â she babbled desperately, watching your raised hand before it fell onto her pussy again, âyouâre not sorry. not even you can believe that, i know it.â you scolded, finger going up and down her slit painfully slow, acknowledging how wet she was, âlooks like someoneâs enjoying it to.â you observed, watching her contorted face silently beg for any type of pleasure.
you smirked, pulling the hood of her clit up and striking upon it once again. âim not-! and i am sorry, ok?!â she grunted, voice getting hoarse from every scream she let flow every time you delivered a slap to her pussy.
gazing at her cuntâs pretty lips you gently ran your fingers through her folds, sinking two inside of her and listening as she sighed. you started to pound into her, speeding up your movement, âstill not buying it. i just know youâre doing this for the sake of getting off, iâm not stupid jinxie.â you spoke, knowing sheâs not even close to paying attention, just arching her pretty back and gripping the sheets.
âfuck please- toots iâm so close- just let me cum- this time-â you abruptly stopped your fingers at her words, frustration and exhaustion flooding her expression as you pulled out and pulled her hood up again, seeing her brace for impact and body jerk at the sensation, tears running down her face and a cry almost as loud as the slap to her pussy.
you sighed in content with your work, turning around from her to go back to folding the clothes, just like you were doing before she pranked you, the thought of the phrase she put into it still making your blood boil.
she let out a loud whine, trying to catch your attention, a pout forming on her face at the fact you didnât even budge. jinx let out an exasperated sigh, rolling on her side to look at you, noticing you unbothered by her state. âbaby, i wonât do that again, i promise.â she spoke quietly.
âthatâs great.â you answered dismissively, catching from the corner of your eye as she awaited you to do something.
being met with nothing, she shuffled closer to you, holding your shoulder gently, âim sorry⊠please, babyâŠâ she whined right by your ear, trying to make herself sound convincing.
you rolled your eyes, sighing as you put the clothes down, âugh, such a spoiled little thing.â you groaned under your breath, pushing her back down to the bed and plunging your fingers within her with no warning, making her let out a choked out moan.
you held no mercy speeding up as much as you could, curling your fingers and watching her eyes roll back into her skull. âfuck- aHh- thank you thank you toots- so sorry- th- ank yOu-â jinx blubbered underneath you, mouth agape as she came undone on your fingers, body suddenly relaxing.
pulling out your slick-covered fingers and wiping them off on the bed, you glance at her falling asleep by your side, curling up upon herself.
you let out a small sigh before pulling her closer for her to lay her head on your lap, finishing your task of folding the clothes in the comfortable silence of her breathing.
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Bro my dad has this friend, hot, same age as him, greying, got money. So it got me thinking.
Dad's best friend who knows it's wrong, I mean God you're so much younger. But your thrusts in his ass as he muffled himself to not wake the neighbors as your cock hit all the good spots. He pretends that its okay, cause he's paying you to fuck his ass raw, but you stay behind and take care of him, kissing down his body gently just to cuddle. He realises he's fallen HARD for you while you both sit in his bath, your cock in his ass while you gently wash his hair.
-Anon who thought of the three headed Ghost fighting for your cock
Dads friend who you suck off canât look you in the eye because he feels guilty about it but you tell him youâll stop if he doesnât and he cums within seconds when he makes eye contact
Dads friend who you will fuck in your dads bed just to see that terrified looo on his face melt away as you fuck him into a mindless state
Dads friend who promises himself heâll only fuck you once bur becomes insatiable feels so guilty and disgusting but canât stop bouncing on your cock
Dads friend who becomes your little pet does everything you ask even goes down on his knees to suck you off while you sit in your dads office
Dads friend who takes you to his expensive little lake house so you can fuck him and Cooks you dinner and wears all the slutty clothes while doing so
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cw : MDNI - S2 Arcane Act III [spoilers], parallel universe, alternate male reader, alternate Silco, slightly suggestive, top male reader, old man yaoi, mentions of nudity, chem-baron male reader, crime boss male reader, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of suicidal tendencies & thoughts, mentions of injuries, bitter sweet ending, open ended, fluff, angst, proofread. wc : 1.6k
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overview · With Silco dead and gone, it seemed as if all your strength, your will to fight, will to live â it all disappeared with him. It was as if your entire world had fallen apart all at once, that you'd been forsaken or damned by some higher power to simply live a life of constant cruelty. Just as it always has been, just as it always will be â toiling in misery as the place you once called home seemed to be burning before your eyes.
Or maybe, just maybe...it was all nothing but a bad dream.
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You woke with an abrupt gasp, a cold sweat clinging onto your body after waking from a less than pleasant dream. Your breath stuttered and you fisted against the sheets to ground yourself to reality. As your vision slowly adjusted to the darkness, it was only then that you realized you were in bed within your allotted room. As the sheets stirred beside you, a slender hand moved to run itself against your bare, scar riddled body â starting at your stomach and slowly making its way up your chest â before finally settling against where your heart resided.
âYou alright?â Silcos' voice cut through the quiet air of the room, now able to hear your sudden laboured breathing. He was just barely awake at the time, but the moment he not only heard, but felt you wake in such a panic, he didn't hesitate to come to your aid. The way your heart seemed to race under his touch only worried him that much more about your current state.
âYeah, no, I justâŠI just had a weird dream, that's all. Nothing to worry about, just wasn't too fond of it since, well, it seemed so real. Call me crazy, but everyone we knew was there.â You wiped a hand against your own face, still half awake yourself. One hand went up to overlap the others while another went through your hair, combing it back with your fingers balling up towards the end. After a moment or so and being able to catch your breath, you laid yourself back down, resting against the pillow propped under your head.
Silco huffed out, doing his best to sit up, maneuvering a pillow behind his back as he moved positions. âIs that so?â He knew that you were prone to having vivid dreams every now and then, and when it was something intriguing or something that kept you up, he didn't mind letting you ramble on when recalling said events.
âI was some sort ofâŠcrime boss and so were you. But you were much scarier than me,â you started, only to snicker at the thought, practically hearing the other playfully roll his eyes at your active imagination. âThough, I will say it got really depressing ratherâŠrather fast. Lots of people got hurt, people I cared about dearly. You, you were there, and suddenlyâŠyou weren't.â
âDarling,â he called out for you, though in the moment of recalling what felt like years worth of memories shoved into one dream, you couldn't help but to continue your rant before the thoughts completely disappeared from the forefront of your mind.
âYou and Vander, god,â you sighed out, brows furrowing and eyes glancing about the ceiling, as if you were trying to find the image. âYou two were up in arms against each other, and IâŠand I just sat and watched as everything burned. Like I was helpless to it all. The kids, they â Silco, bad things happened, left and right and it was as if the world was against you, usâŠme? And Powder, damn it, she was soâŠlost, so broken, and thereâŠthere was nothing I could do toââ
Your head snapped down to your arm as you felt a hand slip into your own, squeezing it reassuringly. Your head then tilted up, looking back to your companion with a slight pout on your lips.
âI'm not going anywhere, you know that. I'll always be beside you, understand?â Silco croaked out.
You gently smiled in turn, twisting to where you were laying on your side before reaching out to cup and caress against their face. âJust as Iâll be here next to you, unmoving. My love, unwavering,â you say onto him. Your thumb gently rubbed against the scarred skin of his face, tender touches under the discolored eye you'd come to adore, all before leaning in and tenderly pressing your lips against his own.
Silco reciprocated immediately, tilting his head as his own free hand came up to the nape of your neck, slowly threading his fingers through your hair before giving it a gentle tug, humming as he felt you groan into his mouth.
Regretfully pulling away, you looked at him through half lidded eyes. Your heart throbbed within the confines of your ribcage as he looked at you with the same look he always gave you, the look that makes you fall harder for him everyday.
The look of absolute love, devotion, and admiration â the type of love you couldn't find anywhere else, the type you thought you never deserved.
But Silco knew you deserved more. You deserved the world and he'd give it to you the moment you asked, no hesitation.
Before long, the sheets were moved and your bodies were entangled. Your lips were quick to spoil and praise his skin, pressing hot, heavy kisses against his neck, slipping down to his collar, nipping away while he called your name in such a sultry tone. You practically melted. Your hands drifted to his sides, playing against his bare skin while his hands dipped and diverged, one against your back â brushing against the many scars you'd earned throughout the years â the other threading through your graying hair.
You were once again breathless, but for all the right reasons. A warmth surged through your body, swirling around your core as Silco egged you on.
Leaning up, you found yourself stealing a kiss, your tongue swiping along his bottom lip before slowly pulling away, his teeth catching your bottom and tugging it shortly after. As you two parted, you couldn't help but to stare. Oh how you adored this man, would break the world for him if he asked or demanded it. What wouldn't you do for the man you loved. âI love youâŠâ
Peering into his heterochromic eyes, he looked back into your own, just as he looked at you across the bar all those years ago. âI love you too darling, more than you'll ever know.â He pressed his lips against your once again.
âAnd nothing will ever change that.â
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Your eyes shot open and your body lunged forward, gasping for air as if you'd been choking on fumes. You hacked and coughed before slamming yourself back against the brick wall you laid again, groaning as pain surged throughout the entirety of your body and a harsh banging against your temples. You could barely think in the moment, but you were awake enough to notice that you were somewhere shoved in an alley, slumped against one of its many grime covered walls.
Before you could even attempt to move again, there was a searing pain that seemed to occupy the entire left side of your body. Slowly turning your head, you gazed upon the rather harsh and horrific burns that were in your skin. A pained yell let loose from your lungs as you tried to sit up straight, the pain making your vision flash white.
The Lanes had gone to hell, devastation around every corner, and what was left for you?
Despair, destruction, it all came down and brought back nothing but misery. Something you'd been all too accustomed to.
âWhat a fucked up dream,â you sneered, wincing with every breath you took.â MaybeâŠMaybe just one good thought of him before it's lights out.â In the corner of your eye there seemed to be an eerie green glow that lit up the darkness of the Lanes. It caused you to weakly turn your head towards the product of such a glaring light. Only then, could you remember where you truly were, what you'd done.
You could do nothing but sit and watch as The Last Drop was engulfed in flames, the fire lapping at every entrance, window, and wall. You could still feel the flames that nipped at your flesh, eating away as you slumped yourself at the bar in those final moments. Everything started to make sense to you, watching Jinx as she lit the place a blaze, watching her shadow, foreign without her long hair.
The memory was too painful for her, and you didn't blame her.
You could never blame her.
You could never hate her. After all, she was your forsakened daughter, whether you acknowledged it or not. The last thing you could have imagined was her harming Silco, but in the end, you knew she couldn't have done such a thing on purpose, not when she missed him so dearly. Just as you did.
You wanted your suffering to end there, as sad as it seemed, you saw it as a means to an end. One last drink before a final goodbye.
The three people you held dearly, all three of them, gone. Only you remained, to suffer in their silence.
You couldn't remember if you dragged yourself out, or if someone else did, but as you closed your eyes, you could hear his voice encircling your mind.
âYou aren't just a mutt fighting for scraps anymore. You're a hound willing to fight for what's yours. You aren't pathetic enough to put yourself down, nor has anyone had the strength or audacity to kill you. So do what you do bestâŠand fight.â
It was as if he was right in front of you.
âKeep fighting, or I swear I'll take everything you care about and watch it burn. Keep fighting. For meâŠâ
As the blaze that once was the Last Drop continued the burn, you couldn't help but to think rather fondly of the dream you had. âMaybe in another life, yeah?â You muttered to yourself. Staring off into the flames, you could feel the darkness seeping in, ready to take you down into the depths of unconsciousness once again.
âMaybeâŠwhat could have been.â
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The Ferret and the Fox
Bottom!FTM!Omega!Ferret Draco x Top!AMAB!Alpha!Fox Reader
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Draco's suppressants decide to stop working in the middle of a lecture, forcing him to leave and rest in your office. Draco wasn't thinking straight when he willingly entered an alpha's territory and inadvertently tied himself to you permanently
AFAB Language Used | Hogwarts University AU | Event Request
CW: Non-Con, Brief Somnophilia, Teacher/Student (Draco is 20) Heat, Virginity Loss, Victim Blaming, Marking, Creampie, Fingering, Manipulation, Knotting
As you're teaching your class, you and the rest of your students begin to smell someoneâs pheromones. Everyone seems to be looking at Draco Malfoy, who's very red. He must be in heat. You walk over to him and lean in close to him. âMalfoy, are you alright?âÂ
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He jumps in surprise. He looks up at you with an adorable expression. His tail is curled up on his lap. âIt looks like your heat started,â You speak to him softly. âWhy don't you go rest in my office until class is over?â You should tell him to see the nurse but she's so far and heâd be safe from all the other alphas. And you might get a chance with him. Draco nods gently. You help him pack up his stuff and walk him to your office, not trusting anyone to let him go by himself.
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He sits down on the couch and takes off his coat to drape it over himself. You give him the blanket you often use during your free time to nap. âIâll lock the door so no one can come in. If you get hungry or thirsty, you can use my water bottle and take whatever you like from my mini fridge.â
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âOkayâŠâ He turns away from you. âThanks.â Â
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You could barely hear him but you could tell what he said based on how embarrassed he seemed. You smile and leave the room. As soon as you do so, Draco kicks off his shoes and socks before properly laying down. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep with his and your scent mixed together to comfort him. He won't say it out loud but you're his favorite teacher and the only person in Hogwarts that he truly feels safe around and trusts. While he doesn't have any romantic feelings for you, your scent is still very comforting.
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You walk into your office now that class is over. Since you don't have any more classes to teach today, you plan on taking him home. Most students take suppressants during the school year but when a student isn't able to do so for whatever reason, they take time off to go home since itâd be dangerous to be in their dorms. Draco shouldn't have any problems with taking suppressants but something obviously went wrong. You look at him sleeping on the couch, some of his clothes on the floor. You do a double take when you realize that he's only wearing underwear and his dress shirt. His clothes are conveniently placed in a way that allows you to see his light colored underwear soaked with slick, along with a small pool of it on the couch. Youâll never get over seeing an omega in heat.Â
It doesn't help that the room is completely filled with his scent. You should resist and take him home but he looks too tempting. All of the alpha teachers are able to control themselves when met with the strong smell of an omega but there's something different about Draco. Or, really, something different about you.
You're willingly giving in to your instincts this time. You could go and do the right thing but you don't want to and you never really planned to in the first place. Youâve been attracted to Draco since he started your class this year. You never thought youâd have the opportunity to fuck him and now that you do, you're not going to give it up. You unbuckle your belt and free your hard cock, leaving your pants on to make the clean up easier.
You move onto the couch and stare at Dracoâs sleeping face with a small smile. You feel sort of bad doing this while he's asleep but it's not like youâll be taking his virginity. Heâs 20, he must've had his first and many others by now. Right? Who wouldn't want him? If you ignore his personality, he's irresistible. You shrug off your uncertainty and take off his underwear. You bring it to your face and smell it, your cock aching for him. You move it away and focus on the real thing.
Draco makes a cute noise in his sleep, his fluffy ears twitching. He's just too adorable. You look at his soaked pussy in awe and run your finger up it, causing him to shiver. You bring your finger to your lips and taste his slick. As you thought, he tastes amazing. His tail curls up in response to your touch.Â
You bite your bottom lip as you slowly inch your cock inside him. Heâs tight but very slippery, it's not too hard to penetrate him. You moan at the feeling of being inside him. Nothing can compare to his pussy. You grin as an outline of your cock starts to appear on his stomach. You begin to slowly fuck into him. âGod, you feel so good, baby.âÂ
Draco moans. His eyes flutter open. âHuh..?â He blinks a few more times. âStop! What are you doing?!â He feels like crying. You're so big, it hurts like hell.
âShh, this is your fault, Malfoy. You shouldn't have let me keep you here. Your pheromones are all over the room, you practically forced me to fuck you.â
âNoâŠIâŠâ
âIsn't this better than having some random person fuck you? Or do you have a boyfriend?â
Draco shakes his head, tears rapidly falling down his cheeks. âThisâŠthis is my first time!â
You pause. Youâve never seen him cry before, it's hot. âReally?â You feel your heart pounding. âThat's okay, Iâll take care of you from now on.â You resume your gentle thrusts.
Draco sobs. âWhyâŠ?â
âIf you didn't want this to happen, you shouldn't have let me bring you here. You don't understand how tempting you looked when I saw you sleeping.â You brush his hair out of his face. âYou looked so sexy ruining my couch with your slick.â
He looks really embarrassed. Your pheromones seem to be calming him down though. Plus being in heat is really helping to sedate him.
âSo just relax, okay? You deserve this.â
Draco nods teary eyed. You hold onto his waist and start to fuck him at a rough pace. He squeals and moans in pleasure, face red from embarrassment. âThatâs a good boy, taking me so well.â You purr. You lean into his ear. âLove your pussy so fucking much, sweetheart.â You trail down to his neck and lightly suck on his skin.
He squeaks. âAhâŠ[Name]~ Iâm sorry..â
You pause for a brief moment then slow down. You're shocked that he apologized. Despite the major changes he went through in the past, he's still prideful. He's really different when he's in heat. âIf you're sorry then let me mark you. Now that Iâve had a taste of you, itâd be cruel to not let me have you. Besides, I should also take responsibility.â
Draco sniffles. You should feel bad for taking advantage of his current state but you just can't. He's too cute for you to let go. âOkay..â He closes his eyes and moves his head to show you his neck.Â
You sink your teeth into his skin, immediately causing him to come. You lick up his blood and thrust harder. âYou won't have to worry about anything from now on, sweetheart.â You come inside of him.
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Draco wakes up in an unfamiliar room with aches all over his body. He remembers going into heat during classâŠthen going into your officeâŠ
Draco brings his hand to his mouth in shock. Tears run down his cheeks as he slowly begins to remember everything. He was waiting to fall in love and now he's stuck with you.
âYou're finally up.â You walk into the room, holding a hot cup of tea. âI made you lemon ginger, itâll make you feel a bit better. Oh, I also gave you some medicine for your heat. You should be okay now, at least mentally.â
He looks at you scornfully. His eyes are watery and puffy. He doesn't understand how much that's turning you on. He takes the tea despite his anger.
âYouâre angry, aren't you?â You ask, sitting down at the edge of the bed. âWhy didn't you take your suppressants?â
âIâ I did take them!â He shouts. âI don't know what happened!â
âShh, it's okay, sweetheart.â You rub his thigh. âSometimes, suppressants stop working. It's rare but youâll have to change to a different medication.â
âDon'tâŠplease don't touch me.â He's shaking very badly.
âWeâre bonded now, Draco. You remember, right?â
He sniffles. âWhyâŠâ
âYou know why. You let that happen to yourself. Iâm sure you were conscious enough to know why you shouldn't have done that.â
âI trusted you..â
âThat was a mistake. You shouldn't trust an alpha to take care of an omega in heat. In any other circumstance, I wouldn't have done anything to you, but you willingly came into my office and filled it with your scent.â You take the tea from him and place it onto the nightstand, he's shaking so much you're worried heâll spill it and burn himself. âYou know alphas have a hard time resisting.â
Draco begins to cry again. Heâs whimpering and trying hard not to choke on his own tears.
âIt's okay. Iâll take care of you from now on. Anything you want, Iâll do it.â You caress his cheek, pushing his hair away from his face. He begins to sob vocally, letting out visceral cries of pain. âItâll be okay, Draco.â
You let him cry for a while and urge him to drink some tea in between. He eventually calms down.
âWhat will I tell my mother?â He sighs, refusing to look at you.
âDon't worry about her. Iâll make sure she won't say anything, even if you move in.â
âWh- move in?â
âIf you want to. Since you're in the university now, it won't be an issue to move out and commute from here.â
âThe school wouldn't allow me to live with you.â
âYou're an adult, Draco. As long as we spin the story around a bit, theyâll even insist that we live together.â You smile. âWe could say you came onto me and forced me to mark you. Itâs not too far from the truth.â
He frowns. He doesn't know how to feel. He finally looks at you. His cheeks redden when he notices your boner. âYou- have you been hard this entire time?!â
You chuckle. âMaybe. You're just so cute when you cry.â
He looks down at his hands. â...I donât remember what it felt like..â
âYou don't?â
âIt justâŠI know that it hurt butâŠâ
âDo you want me to show you?â
He nods softly. âI have to be with you from now onâŠâ He's still a little affected by his heat.
âAlright.â
Draco looks up at you timidly, his ears folded down. Heâs only wearing boxers now. Your tail is swishing from side to side.
âIâve always liked you, you know?â You happily run your hands down his body. âYou're just so pretty. When I saw you walk into my classâŠI couldn't stop thinking about you.â
Is that why you were so kind to him?
âYou always kept to yourselfâŠit made me want to take care of you. So when I smelled your scentâŠI was overwhelmed.â You bring one of your hands down to his underwear. âI should've tried harder to resist but you made it so difficult.â
He whimpers at the feeling of your fingers sliding up his clothed cunt. âSoâŠ.you reallyâŠhnh-â
âI love you, Draco.âÂ
He blushes. Even though he didn't choose you, you're the kind of person he was looking for. Someone who would love and take care of him. You smile as you notice the change in his demeanor. He's opening up to you.
âWhen you graduate, you won't have to worry about getting a job. You can just stay home and do whatever you like.â You remove his underwear. âYou won't have to worry about anything.â
âDoâŠdo I have to graduate?â He asks, looking at you solemnly. He's sick of Hogwarts. Even after everything that's happened, he doesn't have a single friend. Nobody trusts him or even tries to pretend they like him. Not even Harry and his friends really talk to him, they're too busy. If he doesn't have to get a job, why even bother going to that miserable place? Hogwarts used to feel more like home but after losing his friends and becoming isolated, it feels like a prison.
âWell..â You smile. âThatâd make things easier.â You remove your shirt.
âI can stay here..â He feels dizzy from your scent. He triggered your alpha instincts and now you can't stop yourself from drowning him in your pheromones. â...Give you an heir..â He says almost mindlessly. You're from a long line of well respected wizards so he figures youâll want someone to carry on that legacy.
âDraco.â Your cock is straining in your pants. âYou can't say things like that to an alpha so casually.â
His tail curls. ââM sorry..â He looks at you cutely. He's intimidated and turned on at the same time.
âIt's okay, sweetheart.â You gently slide two fingers inside him. âYou just have to take responsibility.â
Draco gulps, shivering with pleasure thanks to the size and roughness of your fingers. He's never been able to get off just by using his fingers but he probably could with yours.
âYou're the most beautiful man Iâve ever laid my eyes on, Draco.â You look at him lovingly as you skillfully play with his pussy. âI wish our relationship started differently.â
He feels less hesitant hearing you say that. He truly believes it's his fault. âIt'sâŠitâs okay.â He looks at you with a slight smile.
âMaybe we could've had a slow burn. Where Iâd help you out after class and youâd lean in a little too closeâŠYouâd blush and act like nothing happened..â
Draco starts to fantasize along with you.
âThen, some day, we'd finally go for it. My hand on your thigh, your soft lips on mineâŠIâd take it real slow for you.â You swarm him with loving kisses. âIâd give your pretty little tits lots of love.â You aim your kisses onto his chest. He whimpers.Â
âThen Iâd finger you, just like this.â You start aiming for his weak points, causing adorable moans and squirms. He shudders with pleasure and grabs your arms for stability. He's gonna come.
Draco calls out your name, toes curling as he squirts. You bring your fingers to your mouth and lick them before moving your head in between his cunt and doing the same thing. He shudders with pleasure.
You pull away. âAre you ready?â
He nods softly. His eyes trail over to your crotch, watching intently as you pull your pants down. Just seeing your hard cock through your underwear is throwing him for a loop. He has to admit, he really likes it. Dracoâs mouth hangs open when he finally sees your cock in his more sober state of mind. He knows alphaâs are beyond average but this isâŠ
âIâll be more gentle this time.â You say, rubbing your dick along his pussy and coating it with his wetness before slowly inching it inside him. It feels agonizingly slow for you but it feels great for Draco, which is all that matters. You interlock your hand with his. His face scrunches up cutely
âDon'tâ don't stopââ He moans. You're stretching him out well. Â
âHow do you feel, baby?â
âGoodâ I feel good, sir~â He throws his head back and instinctively reaches for his t-cock, sliding back the hood and stroking himself gently as a dick shaped bump appears on his stomach. He looks great when he's getting fucked but there's something special about seeing him touch himself. It's hot.
You bottom out and pause. âKeep touching yourself like that for me, okay?â You gently knead his thighs.
Draco lets out a high pitched âMhm~â as he raises his hips. He didn't think it'd ever feel this good to be so full. His eyelashes flutter beautifully as he comes again.
âGood boy.â You praise him.
He pulls his hand away and lays down, trying to catch his breath. âIâŠI wanna keep- keep going..â
âAre you sure?â
He nods. He's never been as sure as he is now. He's glad you didn't hold back in your office. If you didn't, he'd have no idea how amazing it feels to have you inside him, stretching him out like a new pair of boots. âI wanna feel it move..â He places his hand on his stomach. He has no clue how seductive he's being right now.
You start making short thrusts, getting him used to the feeling. âFeels okay?â
Draco nods. ââs good-â He twitches. âYou're soâŠso bigâŠprofessorâŠIâm so fullâŠâ
âYou like being full, baby?â
âMhm~ I love it~â He bites his lip. There's no better tranquilizer than the combination of an alphaâs cock and pheromones. âFasterâŠâ
You lift his legs up and roughly pound into him. âLike this?â
âYe- yesâ!â Draco moans. It looks like his heat is coming back in full swing. The medicine you gave him was pretty useless. âBa- babyâ I wanna haveââ He gasps, having another orgasm.
âDon't worry, Iâll make sure to breed you properly tonight.â
His lips stretch into a wide grin. His moans get louder the longer you fuck him. His hair is a mess and his face is so, so red. You hope he remembers this time, although you're not opposed to showing him again. You cup his cheek and he leans in. His eyelids are just barely open. Youâve never felt so possessive of something or someone in your life. âMine.â You lean into his neck and suck on the spot where you marked him.Â
Draco shivers. He feels hot and dizzy. All he can think is: âknot meâ âbreed meâ âso bigâ âso goodâÂ
Your movements suddenly stutter as you feel your orgasm drawing closer. You thrust one last time before pumping him full of your seed. Draco comes again. Youâre still hard.
You pull away from his neck and move him into a mating press. âOne more, then Iâll knot you.â You promise, thrusting more roughly and sloppily than before. Draco wraps his arms around your back as his tail brushes against you. His head is pounding, the words âknot meâ are on loop in his mind. He digs his nails into your skin.
âSo deep~â He shudders, making his own markings on your back.
You're finally starting to really get affected by his pheromones. It was already pretty bad before but now, you don't feel like you're in control anymore. ââM gonna knot you, Draco, breed you til you can't walkâŠfill you up with my seed..â You kiss him roughly, lightly biting on his bottom lip. Usually, it's not hard for you to go multiple rounds but there's something about Dracoâs scent thatâs making you more sensitive. Maybe it's because you're a pair.
âIâm coming, sweetheart-â You groan as Dracoâs warm walls drag another orgasm out of you, a knot forms to keep it all inside.Â
Draco smiles drunkenly, grinding his hips. âI love you..â
âI love you too.â
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WILD RIDE - OMEGA TF141
SNIPPET: After being encouraged by your mates to retire early, you found yourself with an awful lot of free time nowadays. Thereâs little to do besides doing your usual housekeeping and small runs in the forest but dinner is not the same without them and often more times than not, you found yourself making a meal too big for yourself out of habit for them. So you can only curse at yourself when your last flannel no longer can be buttoned up as you fumbled with the fabric.]
[CW: amab reader, top reader, afab terminology usage, omegas have both parts, muscular chubby reader, weight gain, separation anxiety, body image issues and binge eating, overstimulation, squirting, praise kink, thigh riding, fingering, musk kink, size difference, blowjob, sex (with ghost and soap), giggly sex, bullying/teasing, knotting, teasing, hair pulling, and dumbification.]
[COMMENT: Worn and traumatized characters gaining weight after being worked for so long troupe, my beloved! New readers, please read Operation Home and au link in my pinned post about #âïžâđ„âŠreversedabo. Also biggest apologies to oomf because I had wrote a whole exposition before even touching the smut so have it extra long just for youâŠ]
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Deep within the countryside, hidden somewhere between the fields and the crowded city concealed between the tall pines and greenery lays an English country house basking in the warm sunlight within the forest clearing. From the distance, one can see the smoke dancing away from the terracotta brick chimney and admire the bustling flowerbeds wrapped around the home and if you come closer see the sunroom peeking out behind the wall of floral.
But for now, as you make your way up the rocky pathway and unlock the wooden door and make your way along the wooden staircase, a figure can be seem rummaging through a seemingly never ending piles of clothes that littered the bedroom floor as shirts, pants, and socks lays in hills amongst you desperately trying to find a single piece thatâll fit you. Stranded between old hoodies that fit a bit too tightly around your arms and sweatpants you have to stretch out manually in order to fit around your waist, thereâs little else you can wear now besides the tank that you sport now. Thereâs no one to blame for this besides you for this change in appearance, you huffed deeply after finding no success in your search for new clothes before plopping down on the floor with a firm thud as you look at your troublesome mess, wincing to yourself before putting it away.
Months prior since you been basically reduced to house-husband status by the wishes of your mates you suddenly found yourself with terrible amounts of free time. Gone were the missions where you had to endure the familiarity of iron filling your mouth, dodging lines of fire, and being cooped up for days waiting for evacuation on top of the never ending pile of paperwork waiting at your desk. Your uniform had long been buried on top of some old boxes in the attic and itâs safe to say that you donât exactly miss those days after your time on the field.
What you do miss however was them.
Loneliness never exactly settled well with your mind. You can remember days where you sat at the front of your door in your youth waiting for your Mother to come home because you didnât want to eat alone, or your mercenary years where you at least had the comforts of your pack besides you between the noisiness of your bossesâ commands and the field work that your team had been sent out for.
So again. Yes, you miss them. Getting spoiled by weekly meals at home and having the comforts of your mates closeby got you terribly reliant on them for support. The routine of seeing everyone at home relieved that emptiness of your chest: whether itâs seeing Price lounging on the porch with a cigar in hand every night, or waking up to the sound of Ghost in the kitchen at some absurd hour of the morning making his tea, seeing Gaz and Roach tending in the garden outside your window and hearing them argue of whether they should plant tomatoes or carrots that summer season or even distantly seeing Soap in the shed working on some new projects (probably some sort of new bombs you last heard from him).
And every night, everyone comes together for dinner between the busyness of your own routine to bond, your favorite time of the day to no oneâs surprise. With the rich smell of cinnamon wafting around the home and the noisiness of chairs dragging against floorboards as everyone settles down, it illuminates the home in a warm glow against the crackling fireplace as winter approaches upon everyone.
Soft words and hot food had rotten you terribly whenever they were around. Their voices are just loud enough to drown that little nagging one inside your head telling you that these comforts are temporary which you donât pay much mind to anymore.
But when theyâre gone on their longest deployment yet without you this time?
Oh, you crumpled so fastâŠ
Gorging yourself on leftover frozen meals that you and Gaz had made from the freezer because you wanted a taste of home with them, sleeping for hours on end until your eyes hurt to escape that feeling of yearning in your depression, and the constant accidents of cooking dinners meant for six had driven you slightly mad in your isolated state, forcing yourself to eat it because you do not want to waste food. Continuous nights of empty chairs and vacant rooms driven you to find comfort in hibernating your stress away.
It doesnât help that your antidepressants without the extremities of a missionsâ harsh labor combined with your horrible eating habits nowadays got you packing a bit of gut now with the weight wrapped around your body. These moodiness at having your mates gone had sap away at any motivation you have to go outside and work on fixing it.
Itâs whatever, your mates isnât due to come home until another month, you can fix it later as you settled on another pair of old grey sweats and sweater that you had found miraculously from your mess before going downstairs to make another quiet dinner much to your disappointment.
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Unknowingly to you, a car speeds down a dirt beaten road traversing past the miles of trees and fencing alike as it quickly makes its way towards your house letting the engines rumbles away.
Inside the olden vehicle, the LED lights beams 22:00 at the dashboard much to the discontent of the passengers inside as a mohawk-ed man grumbles quietly at the wheel carefully turning the car another right to not disturb his partner as a blond man dozes off at the passenger seat, head flopped on his shoulder as he snores away. Soap didnât exactly mean to come this late of a hour to surprise you but between the hassle of last minute paperwork, having to endure hours of jet lag on top of the lack of food in his stomach as another pounding headache punches through his skill.
Heâs terribly frustrated to say the least.
Leftover fumes of anger still remains in his bones at Britainâs terrible traffic, a vein almost burst from his head remembering that big stupid truck cutting him off on the freeway only for them to meet at the same red light once they met their exits. It doesnât help that he hasnât been able to clean up per se too as he rubs at the fuzziness of his beard grimacing a bit at the length of it.
Oh well, heâll can always care of it at home later. Hopefully he doesnât wake you up though, itâs a wee bit too late for him to go disturbing you with stomping with how light of a sleeper you are so thatâll be a tomorrow thing for him to handle. And Ghost? Oh he wasnât doing much better as well, tormented with heavy eye bags and aches all over from the latest operation, he havenât been exactly getting the most rest with the havocs of everything these past few weeks.
But itâs over now, alas! Soap cheers quietly in his hand as he parks the car onto the driveway and gently shook the other awake to go get their bags from the trunk, the grumbles of the man was funny to hear at least as they walked up the doorstep. From outside the house, he had already seen some lights still on leaving him a bit confused, perhaps you were watching some television still or forgot to turn them off before turning in for the night?
Well, whatever it is⊠He just wants to see you after months of being apart as he gazes at Ghost fighting with the lingers of sleeps as he fumbles with the keys in his pockets before finally getting the correct one and twisting the door open as the sound of a bell chimes them home.
Immediately the smell of lemon and stir fry smacked against the menâs nose shortly followed by the pattering of feet as they hear you tumbling from the kitchen.
While you had sent them letters and postcards whenever theyâre at base, itâs hard to stay in contact with someone when youâre stuck in the middle of some forest. So they havenât exactly been aware of your recent changes in appearance as you turn the corner with a gaping mouth as they stare at them dumbfounded.
Fucking hellâ
That throbbing headache that battered Soapâs brains had seamlessly fizzled out into a mellowed silence as his lips drop to a small gap staring upon your new lumbering form. âYou didnât tell me you were coming home earlyâŠâ, he can distantly hears you muttering from the fogginess of his mind as you made your way towards them with the darnest smile gracing your face he watches you practically skipped your way towards them with open arms.
Soap always knew he had a bit of a thing about the size difference but this was something entirely different as he stared up at you.
If you thought you werenât massive enough already, well he isnât exactly complaining as his dilated eyes roams up and down your body. From the way the tight wool almost seems to burst at the seams every time you moved your arms, your new love handles that spills at the side of your waist with the the best being your massive fucking thighs that he had to squirm about thinking about it crushing him. Far was the sight of that hardened former mercenary and replaced with the embodiment of a giant teddy bear.
The Scot practically has to bite down the side of his cheeks to stop himself from grinning madly, even holding back his giddiness at the sight of you looking so well taken care of. Perhaps itâs some age old instinct in his brain going haywire at the thought at his mate being comfortable for that is making his wolf purr happily at the sight of you looking so big.
Once your hefty arms wrapped around his hips as you smothered his face in kisses got him squealing in delight as his hands roam over the large span of your back and groping the healthy layer of fat covering your muscles. You feel so damn warm, he thinks as he lays his head on your shoulder as you picked him up, leaving him dangling from the floor as you carry him, absolutely soaking in the love offered as you press a few more kisses onto his face and nuzzled into his facial hair. This is bliss, Soap thinks as he groans loudly into your ear letting his tail flap around wildly as he buries his face deep within your neck huffing noisily against your skin.
It was bad enough having you on base and seeing you be constantly swarmed with random people whenever you visit them to drop off things for them before they moved you into this house, but now? Fuck, he might have to yell at his soldiers to turn around if you ever visit them now and face the embarrassment later from the rest.
Ghost wasnât doing much better. He was never much of a talker when heâs sleepy but the way he can feel his brain fizzling out of his ears as he force himself to swallow some spit in his dry mouth as he watches you peck Soap one last time before moving onto him left his heart quickening. Suddenly bushy eyed and awake, a heavy blush rises up his face as you too gently picked him up and start kissing him starting from his forehead and down his neck as he whines, squeezing his legs around your thickened waist and feeling his cock chub up against the span of your stomach letting you pamper him as he squeezes the firmness of your soft shoulders for support.
After a few more minutes of you slobbering affection over them, you settled Ghost onto one side of your arm, head still tucked into your nedk before turning to Soap with a slight tilt of your head as you smiled at your mate.
âYou didnât tell me you were coming home early, I would had prepared something nicer, whereâs the others?â you asked as you gently tugged his hand towards the dinner table past by the living room and into the kitchen where six plates laid upon the wooden table making both of the menâs hearts slightly fuzzy at the sight as you settled them down and begin heating up the pan again.
âWanted to surprise ya. The rest still at work, they told us to leave early and theyâll handle the rest so you donât go mopping aroundâ Soap teases as Ghost pips into the conversation, âthey say theyâll be coming back a week later from us.â
You hummed in acknowledgment as you settled some chicken stir-fry over rice onto their plates hearing them mutter a small thanks before digging in. You can feel a slight sweat drop at Soap almost tearing up, something about finally having homemade food after months you can make out between his chewing. Though you are a bit tense sensing Ghost merely staring at you with his big ol eyes for no apparent reason as he chews his food. You can only flash a smile at him not knowing how he is clawing at his jeans trying to stop himself from lunging over to straddle at your thighs again.
But tonight is a lovely dinner, though itâs not as noisy as youâre used too with everyone else around⊠The clatter of utensils and small chatters you share amongst two of your mates is enough to fill the silence in your head as you watched them enjoy themselves after being back home for so long.
However you were fully unprepared in fulfilling another type of hunger from them as you close your eyes blissfully at them not seeing the way the two of made eye contact with one another from across the table.
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Perhaps in hindsight you should had expected this knowing how touch-starved your mates are.
When helping them clean up in the bath that night, you had ignored the way they whined petulantly whenever you brush the washcloth down their chest or thighs as you move them around with your hands. It was terribly adorable still seeing them rest against your shoulder or even clutching your other arm when you scratch their ears and hearing them purr like a motorboat. Sure, it was not hard to notice their aroused state but you had waved that off as them being exhausted and you didnât exactly want to tire them as you dried and dressed them in your old shirts before heading to bed.
And truthfully, you felt hugely relieved that your mates donât seem to mind your change so much as you felt them tuck their head into the side of your chest and even swinging their legs around your thighs for comfort much to your amusement before passing out for the night in the nest.
So when you woke in the early hours of the morning to the feeling of someoneâs lips pressed against your face and the sensation of your thigh trapped between someone legs and grinding against it, you have to hold in a in a groan as you opened your eyes to meet Soap snuggling his entire face against your own as he ruts his dick against you as he licks your neck.
The air smells terribly sweet, the slightest hint of mint combined with the remainders of the lavender shampoo from the bath earlier had your head in a doozy as you watch him squirm on top of you. The scent suffocates your head in a strange warmness as you breathed in his scent, letting it burn into your lungs scratching that one itch in your brain knowing you miss their scent being marked onto your skin after being away for so long.
âSoap?â You mutter, still trying to wake up from the fog of sleep as you settle your hands on the manâs waist, almost circling it and letting him squirm around on your lap. Tucked on your right lays Ghost slumbered away unaware to the events occurring above as you steadied Soap, your hands large enough to just barely circle around his waist as your thumb gently circles his skin feeling the lack of briefs that covers his bottom now.
You can hear him grunt louder, totally ignoring your words once you raise your leg ever so slightly to allow him more friction. It was gratifying to your ears hearing him chock back little sobs as you helped him rock back and forth as he glides his sensitive bits between the mix of scarred and smooth skin making the sensation oh so worse as you begin to hear him blabbering for you to do something as a familiar heat begins to rise up his stomach.
Your thigh is absolutely soaked in slick, making you grimace towards yourself feeling the stickiness of the fluid dry against in the cold air of the room on your skin as he continuously begins to whine louder within the bedroom.
Gosh, heâs going to wake up Ghost at this point⊠Poor guy.
While you enjoyed your little show, Soap was pawing at your chest trying to ride the high as he squirmed around clutching your shoulders trying to find that one perfect angle for him to squeeze upon to no avail. As much stimulation he could get from riding your thigh, he can still feel the ache of his holes cramping up as it drools stupidly for a knot to fuck him. The man can only hitch a sob when you stilled his hips as you shifted them away from Ghost to not disturb him.
From the moonlight flooding in from the window, you can see the way his ears fluster as his wetness spills onto your hip, clearly unable to hide away from his very apparent arousal as a small puddle spills onto your stomach.
Soap was always a bit loud to do anything in public without anything to help him stay quiet. So when you leaned forward and begin kissing him, he havenât expected for you to go thrusting your tongue against the roof of his mouth stimulating as to what will come later as he can only happily sighs and shake his hips at the small relief even going so far to tilt his head to give you a deeper angle letting you hear all his sweet little noises. Truly unfortunate that he had to pull away feeling the lack of air in his lungs which made his head go all fuzzy but he looked endearing still as you wiped away the drool from the side of his lips.
God, Soap fucking loves you being all sweet on him as he pants, needing a moment to breath and recollect himself as you pat his back a bit to sooth him. It was bad enough that knowing you were already so much more bigger than him making him feel small against you but this new you probably changed something worse in him as he feels you press some kisses onto his sweat matted hair and feeling your big arms cuddle around him making his wolf whine happily at the idea of feeling protected by you. Yeahâs heâll definitely make up all the missed time spend with you later.
âKeep thisâ, Soap say deadpanned from your lap as he stares up at you.
âWhat?â You watch his brows furrow ever so slightly.
âThis.â You feel him squeeze your tummy as to clarify his point, gently squeezing the roll on your tummy.
âOh⊠okayâ, simply nodding, not understanding the appeal of your new body but you wonât go arguing with him now.
After a few more minutes of pampering and stopping Soap from motorboating against your chest, you turned him around with his ass present to your face as you trace the soaking slit before pressing a finger easily into it. The easy slide and garble of surprise at your suddenness made you heady at the sight of it before pressing upward into it. You got rewarded with a deep groan and the feeling of Soap pressing back against you.
Though you havenât expected for him to also go down pulling down your sweats and go nuzzling his cheeks against into your dick to return the favorâŠ
You held in a hiss feeling the way his tongue begin suckling your head as he bobbed his hand occasionally past the first few inches before pressing a few kisses on the side of it as if he was savoring you before an almost nauseating amount of heat causes you to chock as he tries to swallow you whole but only managing to get halfway before tears begin to slide down his cheeks as he attempts to get you further down your throat before deciding to just use his hands for whatever is left as he groans at the heaviness on his tongue, simply content on having it laid inside his mouth and giving it the occasional suckle.
Still, untouched after months of being apart, the man was left squealing and clutching your love handles with a mouth stuffed with cock once you were able to stuff your fat fingers one by one into him and begin bullying his holes. The cascade of muffled noises had your heart pounding against your chest as you rubbed against his walls. Those little groans sends shivers down your spine feeling the vibrations down onto your dick which got you to go circling against his clit for more to feel him suck harder against you.
While you two were busy doing your own thing, someone had arose from their slumber and been merely watching and squeezing his thigh to comfort himself as he watched the messiness transpiring between you two.
But seeing the two of you go on without him stirred some feelings of jealousy inside so when someoneâs hands wrapped around Soapâs neck to pull him off your dick, the poor guy almost screamed from shock before the familiar sound of Ghost telling him to pipe down reaches his ears as he forced his partner to scoot over to allow him room as well much to your horror as they both begin bickering over whoâs turn it should be now as Ghost attempts to pull the other of you.
While you did got Soap loosened enough for your taste you had to watch as the two twist their head as you clear your throat bug-eyed being caught in a fit. Ghost was in the midst of pulling Soap off of your body with his hands against the otherâs arm while Soap is pushing against the intruderâs face with your dick still in your mouth⊠You can stare at them almost disappointedly as you rub your face at them.
âWhat are you two doingâŠâ you hummed softly as you guided Ghost closer to you dragging your mate so you can see his face better from within the dark.
You can hear Soap complaining in the background as you stroked Ghostâs scarred cheek and feeling him nuzzle into your hand, grabbing your wrist in almost a silence admittance for you to continue.
And who are you to refuse when he looks absolutely precious in your oversized black hoodie? You can hear him purring loudly into the room as he nips and licks at your palm while you continue nuzzling him.
But the slight sting of teeth against your dick tells you someone is getting envious as you hissed a small âSoap!â before feeling the man laugh around you in breathy gasp.
Groaning at the brattiness of your mate, you moved your hand down to Ghostâs hips and circled his bones, almost asking for permission to go further which you got a small nod from as you helped him pull down his briefs, you can make out the slightest wet spot against the fabric as you placed it aside and pat his thigh once more.
âThink you can wait your turn sweetheart?â You ask softly not wanting to scare the man away as you smile ever so peacefully at him.
âYeahâŠâ You can just faintly hear from his lips as you peck another kiss onto him.
âGood boyâ, you praise just barely missing the way Ghost seems to jolt at your words as you ruffle his hair before directing your attention back to the other again.
Pulling Soap away from your dick and hearing him squeak as you manhandle him to face you with his back to the bed with his legs on top of your shoulders as you thrust in was satisfying enough as payback for his bratty behavior. Watching him squeal around at the feeling of you filling him up in one full swoop was gratifying â the way he immediately squeezed himself onto you as you pushed out small grunts from his lips. From below, the sight of you potentially crushing him underneath your mass got his head all fuzzy seeing you on top of him all sweaty and adoring onto him.
Still you were not exactly anticipating the stream of water splashing your chest after a few thrusts in, a sharp squeeze pulled you out of your rhythm as you watch Soap begin convulsing around on the bed between a fit of curses and sobs as he squeezes your hips trying to get you to slow down. You can hear the sheets tearing in his excitement as he squirms around on the bed. Worried, you try sooth him, rubbing your hand over his stomach just pressing the slightest pressure against it to ease him from the wrecks of release apologizing as you come to a stop.
Ghost attempts to stiff in a chuckle watching you trying to sooth Soap who can only cover his face in embarrassment as you attempt to pry them off his face telling him itâs okay, itâs fine and it was hot so stop worrying so much.
Eventually you got the man to settle down even if the man is still a bit sulky about coming so abruptly in front of him. Though the feeling of something constantly bumping against his g-spot soon gets him all smiley again enjoying the drag of your dick bumping against his cunt. It was nice being stuffed in pleasure as he can only shiver happily. The heat radiating off your skin as you pressed inside with your soft words got his head feeling all mushy. The contrast between the deep pace you set for him and your gentleness in caressing his cheek got his brain feeling numb, a sweet oozy syrup is dripping out of his ears leaving him giggly.
It wasnât long before that tightened feeling arise in his stomach again as a plethora of small whines flood the room. You can hear him grumble at you for more touch and going so for as to tug your head down to nuzzle against your nose and dragging Ghostâs hand and squeezing it for comfort â simply giggling away at having his mates close by as he noisily purr into your ear just riding through the stimulations.
You feel a jolt of pain turning to pleasure feeling Soapâs teeth dig into your neck as he sucked some marks onto the skin to muffle some of his moans with a mouth stained with your red.
God his hole felt snug against you with every flutter of his hips, you can see dick flop uselessly over his tummy and drooling. Soap was unbearably warm and with final shallow thrust against his nerves forced him to release in laughter as his legs begin to numb from the abundance of euphoria pumped into his veins. The squeeze against your cock pushed you to cum inside as you pushed your knot past Soaps rim and feeling it clench around you like a python making the manâs bottom run hot as spurts of your release splashed against his walls and plugging him up.
Minutes of pumping Soapâs bottom with your hot cum graced you with the vision of seeing your mate look satisfied, skin glowing with sweat with rosy cheeks had you fawning over him as his words warble unintelligible, his breath all pitchy and short muttering âI love youâsâ under his breath as he clenches around you one final time before passing out with your knot inside.
Pressing a finger inside just barely gave you enough room to pull out from Soapâs hole. You peppered some last few kisses onto his face and chin on Soapâs face simply praising him for taking you so well as you watch his tail flap around in content with the last bit of consciousness he has left as he whines into your ear absolutely soaking in all your affection. Eventually he passed out in your arms to the motions of you scratching his hair before you settled him on the clean side of the bed.
When you turn back to Ghost, hand still clenched by Soap you have to laugh seeing him look so troubled at the otherâs grip onto him before eventually getting himself loose.
Intimacy from the Londoner was rare, as you crinkle a smile at him encouraging the man to come closer.
Well⊠The physical kind at least. Heâs almost affectionate in a way a cattle dog is, his love coming in the form of firm words and protecting his property (in this case, his mates).
But thatâs Ghost. Simon at home however? Your giant broody mate who loves bad jokes and gets a kick being an incarnation of terror out on the field â is still the same man who looks like a small duckling when he takes off the mask with his short blond curls and following everyone anywhere and loves leaning his entire weight onto someone when cuddling with them.
Sweet Simon comes crawling into your lap cautiously just carefully leaning his head onto your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your neck before settling down making you laugh at his carefulness. He scrunched his face at you when you turned to kiss the side of his head and nose much to his embarrassment. He decides to reach down and immediately pressed your dick against his opening before settling down making you chock out a gasp as another warmth fills your chest again watched your handsome man gather himself before gently bouncing against your lap releasing the softest cries you ever heard as he huffs and puffs under his breath trying to make a set pace.
Shitâ Simon could get used to your new brawniness as his dick brushes past your soft stomach making him let out a rack of shivers from the dual stimulation as your heavy dick batters his walls.
The way your beefier arms wrapped around his back and with how big your thighs enclosing him makes him, all of your heavy presence and heat makes him small â protected under your mass. All these sensations is doing terrible things to his brain and heâll blame you if anything as you slowly thrust him against his bounce to hear his grunts louder, your breath hot against his ear as you praise him: calling him your pretty boy, baby, and all of those sort of lovey nonsense has his heart tightening.
It makes his head feel stuffy and before he can truly process the tears streaking down his cheeks, he can feel your thumb waiting them away as you moved his face from your neck to come meet your own, still smiling all so warmly at him asking if heâs okay.
And Ghost? Well heâs unable to deal with the sickly softness radiating in his hear as he sits there on your dick stunned. After a few moments, you see him move to nuzzle against your chest, enjoying the cushion against his face before biting down as you yelp at teeth grazing your skin.
âReallyâŠ?â You mutter, feeling his smile against your skin as he too suckles some marks onto your skin.
After releasing some of that stuffy feeling in his chest, he return to grinding on your lap as you sigh feeling the way his bottom tightens around you occasionally. His mouth now occupied with your fingers as he practically begged you silently to let him hold them between your lips. A pretty sight if anything seeing him so relaxed with his eyes closed with his scarred lips wrapped about your large hand, occasionally a small sigh will escape if you tilt your hip the slightest to the right against his good spots.
He sounds so adorable and itâll be a shame to waste this opportunity as you move your hand from his waist and move them downwards towards his clit.
Barely brushing it had Simon suddenly jolting from shock as his eyes jolt open feeling you circle it. Oh your sweet boy who begins sobbing once more as you guided him to continue moving and seeing his thighs wetten from the amount of slick dripping down.
Terribly terribly sensitive Simon who has a hair trigger orgasm if you ever as much so press against his clit or prostate you learn over the years as you hear him warble out curses at you to slow down as you flickered with the bean. You can feel his hands gripping your arms trying to slow you down, but why should you? Not when heâs so sweet smelling and pliant in your arms as you press one final firm rub against his clit before feeling him spasm around your dick feeling his walls milk you as he jerks around in your lap at the sensation of your knot catching onto his opening with loud cries. You can only just hold his hips down as he shudders at hot release splashing inside of him trying to ignore the way his tails wag at the thought of being claimed this way by you.
After a few minutes of filling your poor mate up with enough batter, you can feel him try to make himself smaller on your lap as he stares up at you as if heâs waiting for something.
Oh how silly of you, you sigh as you carefully slowly move you two onto your sides, only wincing at the feeling of your knot being jostled against Simonâs walls which you too hear him grumble at. But once you got adjusted, you begin stroking Simonâs hair and kissing his hair as he tucks his face into your chest just soaking up the affection as you coo eagerly at him as you rock him in your lap. Full and well sated, it wasnât long before you had him knocked out against your body. Adorable really as you press one more kiss to his head until your knot deflated.
Usually youâll spend a few more minutes cuddling your two boys but but itâs time to clean, you donât necessarily want to deal with the stickiness in the morning as you gathered some wet wipes from the drawers and towels to clean them up. Gently nudging them off the dirtied and damaged sheets, youâll get them new blankets from the closet to snuggle into later. Theyâll be grumpy sure about being stirred awake from you moving them, but itâs for the best as you settle Simon down on the bed near Soap to cuddle into. You held in an âawâ seeing the way the brunet unconsciously moved the other underneath his chin before moving to clean up them.
Youâll sigh later when you woke up from your fitful sleep that late morning to them slumbering ever so peacefully with faces tucked into your skin as if they werenât the reason you looked like you went through a shark attack.
But theyâre still so endearing with their mussed hair and clinginess as you can feel their legs on top of your own with an arm around your waist to ensure you donât escape from them. Quite humorous if anything coming from how linked these two are even while asleep. Your hands slowly moved up from their waist towards your neck as you traced the series of new scratches and love bites that decorate you ignoring the feeling of comfort bursting inside you at the sting before reaching further to touch the numerous bites indented into your neck forever.
Safe to say, you had gotten similar reactions from the rest of your mates once they came home as well much to the horror of your hips. But as long as theyâre home is all that matters once you see them fill up the dinner table.
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synopsis. getting two sex-addicted hot demon bitches as your roommates wasn't exactly part of the contract, but they might just be the second best part of it. oh. and the best part? they are utterly, uncontrollably obsessed with you. wc. 5.3k
tags. top master! reader, bottom succubi! gojo & geto. reader has a cock. hardcore dom/sub. mean dom! reader, masochistic! gojo. threesome, womb tattoos, breeding kink, creampie(s), rimming, face-sitting, rough anal sex, multiple orgasms, riding, blowjob, male squirting, spanking, dacryphilia, somnophilia (slight dub-con), slut-shaming, degradation, praise kink, voyeurism, jealousy, felching, yandere! gojo undertones, aphrodisiacs, both of them are whiny, needy and hungry for your cock.
a/n. this might just be the filthiest thing i've ever written. do enjoy <3
In hindsight, you really, really should have known that your two roommates were promiscuous, sex-obsessed freaks before moving in with them. No, scratch that. You should have long known that they werenât even entirely. . . human.Â
Not that they were exactly being subtle with it. Once, you had walked in on Satoru naked in the middle of âcertain peculiar activitiesâ with his door half-open, wings, tail and dark pink womb tattoo on full display, stretching across the expanse of his lower abdomen in obscene heart-shaped swirls. You were taken aback at first, sure, but you werenât mean with it, even offering to keep his identity a secretâand he had taken your politeness for something more.Â
Now, he didnât even bother to hide it anymore. In point of fact, he flaunted it.Â
Satoru would curl his tail around your thigh playfully whenever he would walk past you in the house, stretching his horned fuchsia wings while shooting you a sultry over-the-shoulder glance whenever you were behind him, even purposefully wearing shirts a size too small around you so that the fabric would ride above his waist whenever he had to âstretchâ or reach for somethingâperfectly showing off his pretty womb tattoo.Â
It drove you insane with desire. And if that wasnât bad enough for you, Satoruâs best friend, who also happened to be a succubus and your other roommateâSuguru, decided that the white-haired succubus accidentally outing himself was his cue to start courting you.Â
You didnât even know that succubi courted. You supposed there was always a first for everything.Â
Suguru was far from being openly vulgar like Satoru was, but just as indicative of his wants. And that happened to be you. With long black hair, dark wings and a sharp, swift tail of the same colour, he was eerily gorgeous. He took his sweet time courting you, laying blooming red peonies all over your bed that worked as aphrodisiacs, spending his weekends making you wine-flavoured chocolates in the shape of hearts, hoping to get you drunk and all to himself. You would also constantly find missing pieces of clothing from the underwear section of your wardrobe, the distinctive mouth-watering scent of an aroused succubus left behind in their stead.Â
Satoru and Suguru were beautiful in a way that most things wereâpoisonous and addictive. You had told yourself that you wouldnât get swayed by their honeyed façade and fall into their trap. You had told yourself, but. . .Â
The last thing you expected to wake up to was a wet, searing mouth on your hard cock.Â
You groaned, shuddering as mind-numbing pleasure wracked through your body in overwhelming waves, reaching out blindly to hold onto something before it consumed youâfingers digging into the sheets so hard you heard it rip. You couldnât explain why or how it felt so good, the pleasure almost other-worldlyâthe sensation of an incredibly soft tongue licking up your length, dragging a trail of heat and drool on sensitive skin. The air smelt sweet, like roses and cherries, the sharp sting of arousal zipping up your spine as you took a deep whiff.Â
âD-does it feel good, master?â a voice panted, whined, âam I doing good for you?âÂ
You looked down to find two teary, dilated blue eyes staring up at you, and two you knew very well. âSatoru,â you managed, fighting down a shiver as his hot breaths smothered your shaft with unbearable warmth. Everything felt fuzzy and smelt too sweet, like someone had sprayed intoxicating perfume in your bedroom a thousand times over. âWhat the hell are you doing here?âÂ
He gripped your cock tighter with a pout, like he was worried that you would take away his favourite toy. âI just⊠I just thought I could make you f-feel better. Some de-stressing after a hard day, yâknow?â He sighed, rubbing his cheek against your spit-soaked length, raised tail quivering behind him, shyly curling forward to show off the heart-shaped end of it.Â
You couldnât help but look. Satoru was dressed in a satin white shrug shirt that fully exposed his plump chest while allowing his wings to stretch out prettily, and you followed the tempting curves of his toned torso down to where his womb tattoo was pulsing and glowing red, as though showing off that he was eager to be bred. He was wearing the sluttiest, tiniest pair of lingerie underwear that barely covered his ass, the cute bulge of his cock visible from the front, his weeping cockhead poking out, strapped to his stomach. His outfit gave you the perfect glimpse of his soft milky thighs, before the rest was obscured by cream lace stockings that hugged his legs perfectly, leaving you wanting more.Â
Sweet Lord. If this wasnât heaven, you couldnât even begin to imagine what heaven would be like.Â
The succubus trembled under your scrutinizing, squeezing his thighs together as though he wanted to hide the evidence of his arousal. âA-are you done looking?â he mumbled, glancing at you through his lashes. âCan I continue? Please, Iâve been so good and you know it.â You couldïżœïżœïżœve sworn you saw his pupils dilate even more when his gaze returned to your erect cock, a line of drool running down his chin as his throat bobbed, as though he were imagining what it would feel like to swallow your cum.Â
âHold on,â you breathed, carding your hand through his soft hair to gently stop him from getting closer to your crotch. âDoes Suguru know about this?âÂ
Satoruâs eyes flickered up to meet yours, his pout fading into something more. . . wary. âNo,â he said, quietly. âHe doesnât.âÂ
âIâd thought so. Suguru wouldnâtââÂ
âStop talking about Suguru,â he whined, like he was actually hurt over this. âSuguruâs not about to suck your cock.âÂ
You frowned. And what gave him the right to sneak into your room and do blasphemous things to your body while you were sleeping, then? You tightened your grip on his hair, just enough to make him let out a low, pitiful whimper. âAnd youâre going to be the one to do it, then, Satoru?âÂ
His eyes widened like a guilty child.Â
âIâm impressed,â you scorned, âYou actually think you deserve it.âÂ
Satoru bit his lip, as though he was turned on by your sudden change in behaviour. âI⊠Master, please. I-Iâm sorry, I couldnât help myself. Iâve been asking for it for ages, I just couldnât wait anymoreâI needed you so bad. Please let me make it up to you. Please, please,â he stammered, hands grasping your knees and thighs in almost desperation while looking up at you with a forlorn expression.Â
You looked at him, steering your expression into something like a leer.Â
âYou want to make it up to me? Is that so?â You pretended to think, scratching your nails lightly against his scalp, and he moaned softly, leaning into your touch. âFine. Get on the bed.âÂ
The succubus clambered onto the bed clumsily, settling on all fours as he looked at you over his shoulder with a deep flush, tail quivering with arousal. âL-like this?âÂ
âYeah, thatâs perfect,â you muttered, hands coming to rest on each of his asscheeks, kneading the flesh softly. Satoru whined, back pressing into an arch as he pushed his rump towards you, eager to please. âSo, tell me, Satoru. Iâm curious. What makes. . . a good slut?âÂ
âS-someone who listens to orders,â he replied, obediently.Â
âThatâs correct.â You whistled, hooking two fingers over the waistband of his underwear, slowly sliding it down to his knees until you completely exposed his leaking cock and hole, the latter clenching and dripping with⊠slick, like a pussy would. You went back to playing with his ass, ignoring it for the time being. âAnd does a good slut ever talk back to their master?âÂ
âNo,â he whimpered.Â
âWhat about,â you began, stroking his sensitive inner thighs, âtaking what they want without permission?âÂ
âNo,â he repeated, biting back a whine as a slow sense of dread filled him. âThatâs what⊠thatâs what n-naughty sluts do.â The words sounded strangely obscene in his mouth, and he flushed, ears turning red.Â
âVery good,â you praised. âLast question, Satoru. Youâve answered every question perfectly so farâthis one will be easy.â You flashed him a vicious smile, taking great pleasure in his ordeal. âDo you think naughty sluts deserve to be punished?âÂ
The succubus shivered in both fear and anticipation, swallowing harshly. âY-yes,â he whispered. âThey do.âÂ
Satoru didnât even have time to beg for mercy because your hand fell hard on his ass, the force of it sending a loud smack echoing across the room, making him jerk forward with a pleasured cry.Â
The pain was electric, and so was the pleasure, a white-hot burn curling in his lower stomach as his cock gave a violent lurchâSatoru doesnât think he has ever felt pleasure this good before in all his years of being a sex demon. You were a hard hitter too. The skin on his ass stung pleasantly, and he moaned out loud at the thought of you slapping his ass again and again until your handprint was burnt into his flesh, wanting more already.Â
âYou really are a slut,â you whispered, almost in awe.Â
âPlease,â he whined. He would take anything you were going to give himâpraise or punishment. He was yours.Â
You gently massaged the bruised area on his ass, leaning down to give it a tender kiss. âTurn around for me, baby.â You opted for a softer tone, trying to coax him into letting you see his face after the harsh treatment. You couldnât believe you ever thought that he was the danger here. Things were turning out in the most perfect way, you would believe it was a dream if not for how solid Satoru felt under your touch.Â
Satoru parted his lips, as though he wanted to argueâbut quickly remembered your words. The pain was good, incredibly good, but it was also fleeting. If this was his first and last chance with you, then he would make the pleasure last.Â
He flipped over on his back, removing his underwear and quietly spreading his shaky legs for you. His cock gave a weak twitch as your gaze swept across his body with interest, letting a low whine.Â
âGood boy, Satoru,â you muttered, eyes zeroing in on the heart-shaped swirls of his pulsing womb tattoo. Admittedly, you had looked it up on the internet and found out all sorts of things about succubi, terms that ranged from âbreedingâ and âfertilityâ to âcum-addictionâ, and you couldnât wait to experiment them on him. âGonna open you up now.âÂ
You rubbed your fingers against his soft and wet entrance, slathering them in his slick, before starting to push two in, just to be mean. The succubus was already panting, mindlessly arching his back and pushing against your fingers. âHah⊠Master⊠please, moreâŠâÂ
âMore what? Tell me what you want, Satoru.âÂ
Satoru let out a lewd cry as you rubbed at his sensitive walls, hips jerking. âP-Please!â he squeaked. âWant your cum⊠inside my womb.âÂ
You could feel a sadistic smile pulling at your lips. So this was his true objective. To be bred like a cockslutâno, an animal. An animal bound by divine instruction to reproduce again and again and again, brainlessly offering up its holes to be filled with semen until its belly swells with the early stages of pregnancy. Perhaps the rumours about succubi on the internet were true, after all.Â
You werenât going to give him what he wanted so easily, though. You werenât that niceâhe hasnât earned it yet.Â
âGreedy,â you settled for a simple comment, leer morphing into something more innocent. You made sure to crook your fingers at a certain angle while pumping them in and out of his drooling hole, searching for the spot that made his toes curl and back arch, a filthy wail forcing his lips to part. âYou sure you can handle that, baby?âÂ
âY-yeah,â Satoru moaned, âBreed me⊠please. Wanna carry masterâs children.âÂ
His womb tattoo glowed brighter, scorching hot underneath your touch. Satoru looked fucked out already and the night was still young, lidded eyes unfocused and glassy while he continued to grind down against your fingers, as though searching for something wider, thicker, deeper.Â
âSlut,â you snarled, and the word was barely fitting for how the succubus was acting. You pulled your fingers out, the emptiness making him ache. He gave a loud whine, his hips giving a desperate buck into the empty air, neglected cock red and hard, smearing pre-cum all over his womb tattoo.Â
ââm your good slut,â he babbled, slurred for how drunk and stupid he sounded. You were sure anyone standing outside your bedroom would hear him with how loud he was being.Â
His mouth felt empty, you decided. A little too empty. You hooked a thumb into the stretchy side of his mouth before rubbing your fingers on his bottom lip, and he gave a soft keen, parting his lips for you to slide them inside, before lightly sucking on themâtasting his own juices.Â
âIf you keep this up,â you warned, âSuguru will hear. You donât want him hearing me making you scream, do you, Satoru? Or are you more of a pervert than I thought?âÂ
âNo,â he said, muffled by your fingers stuffing his mouth full, tears dribbling down his cheeks.Â
âGood sluts donât talk with their mouth full,â you reminded him, gently brushing away his tears.Â
He shook his head quickly, whining. Satoru didnât like to share, and you knew that. You were his bond, his human. You didnât need another succubus. Right?Â
You bit down a smile at his blatant jealousy, pretending not to notice the presence right outside your room, the rustle of fabric unmistakableâbarely covered by Satoruâs loud whimpers. It was a little too early to reveal it, with how both of them were enjoying themselves. You would indulge them a little longer.Â
You coated your fingers with his spit generously before pulling them out, a string of drool connecting the two, before reaching down and unceremoniously plugging them back into his needy hole. Satoru yelped, trying to snap his thighs shut at the sudden intrusion, and you took the opportunity to guide them to wrap around your waist. He flushed, stammering out an apology, but you wouldnât miss this chance to tease him.Â
âLook at you, Satoru.â You continued to scissor him, occasionally pulling out to slather your cock with his sweet-smelling slick. âI havenât even put it in yet, and here you are, drooling like weâve been at it all night. Messy cockslut.âÂ
âYour cockslut,â he whimpered, and it sharpened into a keen when you slowly drove forward to dip the head of your cock in his hole. It clenched around you greedily, and it felt incredible even with only the tip in, soft and wet and hungry, warmth oozing into you, making you burn with desire. What was even more incredible was the fact that Satoru was crying, tears spilling over red, flushed cheeks as he struggled to stay still for you, wanting to please, wanting forgiveness. âHnngh⊠masterâŠâÂ
He was right. Satoru was your cockslut.Â
You leaned down to caress his wet cheek, the action only causing your cock to nudge deeper inside, the warm tightness nearly sending you into overdriveâmaking you moan. You had never been inside a hole this heavenly before. The snug stretch around your girth was insane, and if that wasnât enough, his hole kept on fluttering and clenching around you, making delicious sensations bleed into you.Â
So the myths were true, after allâsuccubi were demons crafted for the sake of providing pleasure.Â
Your vision was growing hazy with lust, the heat in your belly growing. The pleasure was almost too muchâbut you held on. You would drain him before he drained you.Â
Grabbing him by the thick of his hips, you buried yourself to the hilt in one go, and Satoru let out a wrecked cry, fingers bunching up the sheets at the sudden stimulation. His womb tattoo sizzled and pulsed obscenely, and you reached down to gently press your palm against it, making him whimper loudly.Â
You didnât know if you would be able to hold it in for much longerâwith how the poor thing was squirming on your cock, sweet slick coating your cock with every thrust in and drive out, the carnal smell of it all making your appetite grow tenfold, making you want to strip him of all dignity and devour.Â
âSatoru,â you murmured, thrusting forward, and he answered with a keening wail of your name. âIt seems like⊠we have a rather eager spectator. Should we invite him inside?âÂ
âWh-whatâŠâ Satoru said dumbly, whines interrupting his words as his eyes struggled to focus. âSpectatorâŠ?âÂ
âYeah.â You grinned as he realised who you were talking about, stiffening and shaking his head with a cry. He wanted to have you all to himself for a little longer⊠you havenât even cum inside him yet. This wasnât fair. âLetâs see if heâs just as much of a cock-hungry slut as you are, mm?âÂ
You turned your head to the door. âSuguru. Come in.âÂ
The door hesitantly creaked open, and Suguru stepped inside. Immediately, the sweetness of aroused succubi intensified in the room, a clash between Satoruâs sugary scent and Suguruâs honeyed one making you dizzy with want.Â
âMaster,â Suguru swallowed, a red flush on his cheeks. He was dressed in a revealing dark purple night-robe, a ravishing complement to the long, black hair that cascaded down his shoulders. He looked at the two of you calmly, but you didnât fail to notice the shine between his thighs, giving away how bothered he really was. âHow long have you known?âÂ
âQuite a while. Get on the bed and prepare yourself,â you ordered, turning back to the other succubus who was currently grinding himself senseless on your cock, little whines and pleas plucked out with each desperate roll of his hips. âIâll deal with you after Iâm done with Satoru.âÂ
Suguru listened obediently, laying down on the bed on his back, night robe gracefully falling open to reveal his purple womb tattoo, already throbbing and glowing with heat and need. He reached down between his parted thighs, rubbing and pleasuring his hole while watching the two of you, soaking the mattress with how much slick he was producing.Â
You turned back to Satoru, the sight of his red, crying face sending a jolt of heat straight into your abdomen. âWhat?â You grinned, gripping his waist and starting to thrust into his tight heat again. âI did warn you.âÂ
âS-so mean,â he sobbed, arching his back at the pleasure. He was whimpering again, warm walls hugging your length firmly every time you drove in, and you could tell he was getting close again, had been close before you had so cruelly stopped to indulge someone else. Satoru turned his head to look at the other succubus, their simultaneous pants and whines serving to make each other even more aroused, Satoruâs slick drenching your cock while Suguruâs messily dribbled all over his hand, obscene squelching noises like heavenly music to your ears.Â
âGonna cum,â you announced, and both of them answered you with needy, high-pitched whines, Suguru fingering himself to your thrusts while Satoru laid there, moaning and sobbing, reduced to nothing but a pliable body made to take and take and take.Â
The latter blinked up at you with glossy eyes, tears dotting on his lashes and crying out lewdly while you continued to pound into him like a rabid animal. Satoru loved it, how rough and careless you were treating him, your gentle hands telling a different story as they caressed his face, the contrast of pain and pleasure making him shiver. No one had been able to satisfy him like this before. You were perfect for him.Â
âPlease⊠your cumâŠâ he pleaded, laying a hand on his pulsating womb tattoo, begging for you to fulfil his only purpose in lifeâto be filled and bred like the dumb slut he was. âI w-want it insideâŠâÂ
You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, his warm hole sucking you deeper in with every flutter, every clench, showering you in waves of stimulation to the point where it teetered between pleasure and pain. Just when stars began to float across your vision in hazy swirls, a sign that you were close to orgasm, you pulled out hastily, ignoring Satoruâs desperate, keening sob, yanking Suguru towards you by the hips before roughly plunging your cock into his needy hole.Â
The startled moan that you pulled out from the other succubus was enough to drive you to the peak of your arousal, and you thrust a few more times before spilling into warm wetness with a loud, guttural groan.Â
When you came to be, there were two kinds of noises rebounding in the roomâSatoruâs cries and Suguruâs whines.Â
âMaster!â Satoru sobbed, bucking his hips into empty air as tears messily dripped down his face.Â
âM-master,â Suguru whimpered, drooling and panting, stuffed so full of cum and cock he could barely speak.Â
You moaned as you drew out from Suguruâs heat, watching as cum dribbled out from his puffy hole and onto the soaked mattressâand he let out a soft, needy whine, plugging two fingers inside himself to stop anything more from leaking out, as though to replace the fullness that he had felt before. You watched as he lay there shivering weakly, glowing womb tattoo tainted with streaks of white, and you realised that he had come just from you releasing inside him.Â
You swallowed, feeling your cock fill out again. Suguru really was a good slut. Perfect, even.Â
âMasterâŠ!â Satoru cried out again, gaze lingering on you and Suguru with an expression that could only be described as heartbroken, and you would feel sorry for him, if not for you catching sight of the softening cock resting against his heaving abdomen. The perverted thing had orgasmed from watching you cum inside someone else. If that wasnât a sight.Â
âI never promised you anything, Satoru.â You looked down at the mess you had created, smiling innocently. âPlus, Suguruâs a far better slut than you are, donât you think? After all, he waited patiently for his turn to be bred, unlike you.â You slumped down onto the bed with a heavy sigh, turning to Suguru and patting your lap. âSit on my cock, baby.âÂ
Suguru rubbed at his eyes, compliantly trudging over and straddling your waist, the length of your cock rubbing lewdly between his cheeks. He bit his lip, raising his hips until the tip of it nudged against his sore hole, the growing stretch more pleasurable than anything. Your cum turned out to be the perfect lubricant, and the intrusion was met with little resistance, allowing him to slowly sink down with a hungry whine.Â
âF-feels so goood,â he slurred, his eyes rolling back as you bottomed out, making the both of you moan. He mindlessly rubbed at his stomach, right above his womb, where you had gifted him a baby.Â
âSee?â You looked at Satoru lazily, the poor thing watching in a mixture of arousal and frustration. âSuguruâs been so good for me. What have you done?âÂ
Satoru wanted to cry again at your demeaning tone. This was too much. You were being so mean to him, when he was trying his best to atone for his wrongdoings! He didnât deserve this treatment, not one bit. If Suguru gets a baby, then he should get one, too.Â
âIâm s-sorry,â he snivelled weakly. âPlease, master⊠I promise I wonât ever misbehave again. Iâll be a good slut⊠Iâll do anything you want.âÂ
You smiled. âAnything I want?âÂ
He nodded, desperate.Â
âSit on my face and Iâll think about it.âÂ
Satoru wanted to protest, yank Suguru off your cock and ride it himself until you spurted heavy into his womb, showing you that he could please you just as much as the other succubus did, maybe even more. You were his, and naturally, your pleasure belonged to him as well. Suguru might be his best friend, but that didnât mean Satoru liked to share his toys with him. But. . . if this was his last shot at gaining your forgiveness, then he would do whatever it takes to please you, even if it meant suppressing his needs for the time being.Â
He scrambled over to where you were lying, carefully placing one knee on each side of your face, trembling with effort as he slowly lowered himself onto your face. He let out a soft, whiny keen as his position pressed his hole directly against your parted lips, and he struggled not to rut against your faceâholding himself back from chasing after the addictive pleasure.Â
You gently lifted him by the hips to breathe, before pressing a light kiss to the twitching hole. Licking around Satoruâs swollen rim in an attempt to loosen him up, you rolled your hips up into the welcoming warmth of the other succubus, jolting out an erotic moan.Â
âYou can start riding me, Suguru,â you muttered, closing your eyes and letting out a drawn-out moan as he gave a filthy clench around your length at the mention of his name. âDonât hold back.âÂ
âYes, master,â Suguru whined, rolling his hips against yours in smooth, circular motions, and you could feel the slick leaking out from his hole, smothering your length with the abundance of it, sweet and sleek and thick. The succubus rode you like he was made to do it, his cock slapping against his womb tattoo messily with every bounce, eyes fluttering shut in pleasureâletting out a stream of whimpers and pleas while his hole fluttered around you tirelessly, trying to get you to cum inside him a second time.Â
You returned to your task at handâgiving a broad lick over Satoruâs dripping hole to gather some of his slick on your tongue, making him sob out a whine. It was sweet and intoxicating, addictive flavour melting in your mouth like sugar, and you couldnât get enoughâshoving your entire tongue into him before eating him out in earnest.Â
And sweet lord, did he taste good. He was squeezing around you deliciously, releasing so much slick that it dripped all over your chin and down the column of your throat, making a mess. It drove you crazy. Before you knew it, you were making animalistic noises against his swollen entrance as you made love to it with your tongue, the vibrations making him croon with pleasure. And by now, you were sure that succubi slick had aphrodisiac effects, because with every mouthful that you swallowed, you found it harder and harder to control yourself, wanting to just give in to your arousal and take.Â
âPlease,â Satoru was sobbing loudly, feeling wet and loose and dirty, thighs trembling with little restraint as you lifted him up and down your tongue with ease, reaching so deep one would think you were trying to plunder his soul. âGonna⊠gonna cum alreadyâŠâÂ
âM-me too,â Suguru chimed in with a moan, hips growing wearier with every lift, his impending orgasm making him weak, the fullness of cock giving him the illusion of heaviness, and he held his belly as though he were pregnant already.Â
You continued to pleasure the both of them the best you could, tongue curling inside Satoru with precision to press against his sweet spot until he was shaking and whimpering with overstimulationâwhile rolling your hips up to meet Suguruâs, feeling him needily clench around you every time you rammed up just right.Â
You could feel yourself getting closer as well, the noises that your two obscene lovers were making serving to turn you on even more. Combined with the sinful pressure of Satoruâs sopping hole clenching around your tongue and the searing tightness of Suguru jumping on your cock, this was practically heaven.Â
Reaching over to grip Suguruâs hips, you thrust up repeatedly into his tight warmth, leaving the other to ride your tongue on his own. You groaned your pleasure into Satoruâs hole, and the succubus answered with a keening cry of âMaster!â, grinding down against your face with wild abandon. Both of their womb tattoos were glowing brighter than ever, screaming at you to breed them, take them, devour themâand you did just that.Â
You rammed your hips up with a muffled shout, gripping Suguruâs waist so tightly you were sure it would leave dark bruises for days to comeâunloading everything into his womb for the second time tonightâyour seed, your love, your legacy. Suguru cried out loudly at the feeling of your cum filling him up, shuddering as his cock squirted all over the three of youâhis stomach, your chest, Satoruâs backâwhile Satoru clenched around your tongue so tightly as his orgasm crashed over him like a hurricane, cumming all over your face and the mattress with a hoarse scream.Â
You gasped for breath the moment Satoru slid off your face and collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, black spots swirling heavily in your visionâthe aftermath of the most intense orgasm youâve had in your entire life. Succubiâno, your succubi really were something.Â
Suguru was too tired to even protest as your softening cock slid out from his sheath, dragging out a trail of slick and cum. Yawning, he shifted to lay on the bed on his stomach, mumbling âThank you, master,â before his eyes drooped shut in exhaustion. You watched him fondly, reaching out to card a hand through his silky hair, before a soft, almost petulant whine caught your attention.Â
Satoru was glaring at the other succubus with jealousy. Sure, he had gotten a mind-blowing orgasm out of it, but he wanted you filling him up until he felt bloated with your cum, wanted to be bred.Â
You let out an amused laugh. âYou want my cum that bad?âÂ
He nodded his head frantically.Â
âWell, thenâŠâ You turned to where Suguru had fallen asleep, cum trickling out of his asshole and sliding down his perineum steadily. You guess it would be somewhat of a waste to just leave him be. âSince Suguru took your share for the night. . . there you go. Have a taste.âÂ
Satoruâs face was slightly pale when you turned back to look at him, a sick grin stretching at your lips. He didnât question you, however, quietly crawling over until he was kneeling between Suguruâs legs. His heart was pounding, your words earlier that night replaying in his head again and again like mantraâa good slut listens to orders.Â
Making eye contact with you, he poked his tongue out, slowly leaning down before giving the excess cum a tentative lick. . . and swallowed.Â
You were sure those were hearts exploding in his eyes.Â
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Thinking of how the two vampires who've adored you for over a year are now ready to claim you as theirs only. How they can't stand the idea of being away from you any longer.
How they'd get on a bended knee for you, that behind closed doors the power switch was immense. How someone as cocky as a peacock suddenly becomes as domesticated as a house pet.
But you didn't just serve them. They served you. They loved you, and they wanted to grant you more of that obsessive love on your special day.
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After cleaning the main lounge, you found yourself ready to retire to your quarters for the night. It was odd at the start, to now serve two men whoâd claimed to be new owners of the estate and to finally be working inside the home instead of outside of it. You were just a simple gardener who tended to the Lord's yard whenever he asked. You were paid less than most of the staff â no matter the color of your skin or where you originated from â but it was the only task anyone would grant you, even though you were more than capable of doing more.
Much more.
The last thing you'd expected was to suddenly find yourself ambushed by a well dressed blonde nobleman one night. He had a certain charm that swooned you immediately, though he was just as surprised when you retaliated â amusing him so.
But you were unaware that you were nothing but prey in the eyes of the nightly hunter.
He was more intrigued by your presence than most he'd encountered during his nightly prowls. He captured your attention for most of the night before disappearing with a promise of meeting you again, and the next day, the original Lord and Lady of the house seemed to disappear without much of a trace.
It was only the next night that Lestat informed all servants and workers that the Lord of the house handed it to him while the two went away for a while, not to return for a season or two. In some ways, you were not as alarmed as others were from the sudden news.
It was only then that you'd been visited nightly by the new Lord, Lestat de Lioncourt. Even though you found it odd how he only visited you in the gardens during the nighttime, it was comforting to have someone spend time with you, shamelessly at that. For another man to spend time with one another in such a way â in that day and age â you'd be ridiculed or worse. Far worse.
It was only later that youâd found yourself introduced to the second new lord of the house, Louis de Pointe du Lac. He was rather standoffish around Lestat, as if he was simply tolerating to be around his blonde companion rather than enjoying his company. Everytime you happened to see him during the night, the brunette was brooding somewhere in the garden or isolating himself within the house. As if he couldn't stand to be around people.
Slowly but surely, you surprised the brunette â just as much as he was surprised Lestat kept you around. Every night you'd find yourself trying to get in good graces with Louis, from bouquets of flowers to small notes you'd write on parchment.
Unfortunately, he wasn't as willing to spend time with you as Lestat was. His companion simply stated the man was too busy mourning a previous life, had been for quite a while.
What he didn't explain was that the previous life in question was Louisâ own.
Lestat de Lioncourt â the man who could talk his way in and out of both heaven and hell if he wanted to. The man who had you wound tightly around his finger. You'd long since waved away the thought of never seeing the two men in the daylight hours, just as no other servant had, deterring them. But what seemed to confuse you most was why blonde individual seemed so intrigued with you alone.
Some nights he'd be away with Louis, sometimes leaving out without him â either way â he'd always make time for you. Whether that was to dine in the house, dance with you out in the yard, or even playing you a musical tenure he stated he learned some years ago, he was almost attached to the him with you.
It wasn't until he'd lead you inside and to his own private quarters that it was revealed to you what he truly was. A man who's only seen at night, whose words are like sultry whispers that wrap around your mind, who sleeps in a coffin of all places.
A vampire.
The night you'd indulged in the sinful desire, laying with Lestat as you were seduced into bed with him, you were both left in a daze of emotions. A buzzing high you'd never experienced lingered within you as you took the vampire that night, and in return it made him desire your presence even more.
Your blood was indescribable, but at the same time, the most alluring he'd had come across in some time, even within the bliss of the night. It was almost too much to resist the first time he'd fed from you.
Now Louis, Louis was a much harder catch. Of course Lestat flaunted how great you were, how much of a flame you were to him compared to the harlots he'd normally pick up â though in no way was he calling you that or lowering you to those standards. Even teased the thought of having you as an additional companion.
That scared Louis to wits end. He didn't want anyone else to have to suffer a fate similar to his own.
Though when you stopped leaving him flowers, notes, letters, he seemed to almost yearn for that attention back. Lestat and himself didn't exactly click, only in certain moments, but otherwise they were as different as black and white. He'd take quiet strolls in the garden some nights when Lestat was gone, leaving Louis to feed on whatever doves or rats he wanted to feast on. But instead, he watched you from afar, admiring you in the darkness.
He was one to leer and loom around, watching as you delicately handled all the flowers that bloomed, shaping and trimming the hedges, and by God he adored hearing you sing to yourself. Sometimes it was a hum of a tune he didn't recognize, sometimes it was simply a melody you'd made up yourself.
He was completely entranced with you. But he wasn't as sneaky as he thought to be, which is why you left little clues. Single roses in the gazebo that sat in the yard, folded sheets of loving words hidden in the bushes â you knew he appreciated them. The smile on his face said it all, even it was the smallest of gestures.
And you had to admit, Louis looked much better with a something other than the depressing look he carried around. At one point or another, you assumed they may have gotten tired of you and were simply going to make you disappear like the other servants of the house did. Just as the previous Lord and lady of the house did.
Yet here you are, a year later, still taking care of the garden as well as the house, all while maintaining a relationship with the two vampires. You were being paid handsomely â even though you were one of the few servants still left â ate at the table, and even had your own sleeping quarters inside the house rather than in the slums of the city.
You couldn't ask for a more perfect life especially with the attention you'd gained from the two men.
But what you least expected was a sudden barrage of gifts at your bedroom door.
You blinked a few times to make sure that you weren't just seeing things, but there were in fact gifts, from a beautiful bouquet of roses, to divine chocolates that you'd only be able to get overseas. The gesture was sweet and all, but you couldn't understand why it was at your door this time of night. Wouldn't it have made sense for whoever to have given them to you by hand?
âOddâŠâ Bundling the gifts into your arms, your was then hand fixated itself on the door handle before twisting and pushing it open. It was only then that you were even more confused with the assortment or rose petals leading up to your bed. There were candles decorated throughout the room, settled on the dressers and seals within the room. You barely caught that your sheets and covers were replaced with what looked like silk instead of your normal cotton sheets.
âBonsoir ma chĂ©ri!â You felt someone drape onto your body, purring against your neck by the time you had two feet in the door. The accented voice was a dead giveaway to who'd invaded your quarters, though you were still befuddled.
You'd done nothing in recent times that would cause this sort of extension of affection â other than perhaps granting Lestat the pleasure of taking him while in his coffin.
âMonsieur Lestat?â You turned your head towards him in order to question what the meaning of the gifts were, but your voice was silenced by the feeling of his lips against yours. His fangs gently poked against your bottom lip, and tilting your head, you'd done due diligence to deepen the kiss. Your tongue played to gain access to the other's mouth before the vampire suddenly pulled away.
âAh, you know how I feel about that toi ma douce. We're rather far from formalities, oui?â Lestat seemed to tilt your chin to his own height as he spoke, all before closing the door and sauntering his way into the room and effortlessly sitting on the edge of the bed. By the time you'd made your way into the rest of your room, settling the gifts on a vacant space, you turned and noticed Louis.
He was draped against the loveseat that sat some distance away from your own bed. His piercing, alluring eyes peered at you from afar before they shifted to the glass of red that was held between his hands, babying it as Lestat continued to speak to you.
âDo you like it mon cher? It was all planned for you! I know you barely come up to your room after you've gotten ready for the day, tu es un homme si travailleur, but it was the perfect time to assess your room before you come back. It didnât take much to get inside without peeping eyes.â Lestat was right when it came to your schedule, working till late to make sure the house was in the best shape, all before coming to your room to rest or letting Lestat drink from you when he wasn't in the best of moods.
âI appreciate the gesture, butâŠI don't quite understand â why? I-I haven't done anything out of the ordinary lately, nothinâ that ain't what I normally do.â You watched as Lestats' brows furrowed and he looked over at Louis, the other looking right back as if he was a lost puppy.
The blonde gestured towards yourself as he spoke to his companion that laid across the room. âLouis, you said that it was today, did you not?â
âIt is today, I made sure of it Lestat,â he replied reassuringly, only for the two to glance over towards your form, watching the clueless expression on your face.
âWhatâŠexactly is today?â
Standing to his feet almost immediately, Lestat grinned and strutted over till he was pressed against your body, holding your face with a fanged grin on his lips. âMy hardworking charmeur, it is the day of your birth! If I remember correctly, you spoke of it being around this time of the yearâŠunless you misspoke.â
It was only then that the dots connected all at once. You hadn't truly celebrated your birthday in years, not like much of the staff did unless they had families to go to and days off. Unfortunately for yourself, you had no family left to celebrate the day you were brought into the world.
âNo, no â youâre correct! I justâŠI ain't ever see no reason to celebrate it. Haven't thought about it since I was youngerâŠâ Your eyes drifted over to Louis to see if he had any input, but he seemed as quiet as ever. At least he wasnât acting like a brooding mess like normal. âThough I appreciate the gesture, of course.â
âOh, it was just as much of Louis' ideas as it was mine! He practically begged for everything to be perfect for you mon cher, isn't that right Louis!â Lestat teased and called out the man from across the room before turning his attention back to you. âOf course I contributed to such efforts to make this night one that you would remember, pour toujours!â Guiding you towards the bed, he watched as you'd sat against the edge and looked rather unsure of yourself.
âMonsâer...Lestat, I haven't even gotten out of my work uniform. I didn't expect such a gesture today, not at all, but I do appreciate it.â Just as you began to unbutton the black vest over your dress shirt, Lestat crawled into your lap, straddling you and removing your hands before ripping your vest open, popping a few buttons off completely.
âWell, you can show your appreciation towards us tonight. As always, you never disappoint, not as far as I know.â Lestats' last words were drawn out as he dragged his hand down your stomach and down to the crotch of your pants, feeling the half chubbed appendage that appeared due to his sudden spur of boldness.
It was only then that you looked over to see Louis almost clenching his jaw while watching on, privy to the fact that Lestat would be laying with you again. Unfortunately, you were not the only one to notice Louis' sudden expression.
With a sharp grin, Lestat then slowly ripped your white dress shirt before looking towards his companion. âIsn't this what you were hoping for Louis? To surprise our darling on his special day? Oh â oh,â he gasped in feign surprise. âDon't tell me you've gotten shy all of a sudden, that doesn't much seem like your style, wouldn't you agree?â
Seeing as Lestat always liked to pick a fight with Louis, you took matters into your own hands. With your hands gripped around his waist, you practically rolled to pin Lestat down to the bed, silencing him with your own mouth on his. âIf this is my birthday present, I'd rather you use that mouth for the betterâŠâouiâ?â You quoted, muttering such words with the little space he granted you before crashing his lips into yours again.
And just like that, you were straddling over Lestats' body and now attacking his throat. His eyes rolled back with each harsh bite and nip you placed up on his skin. The blonde fumbled to practically tear off the rest of your dress shirt from your arms before throwing it in the corner of the room and leaving you bare chested.
Even as you were mentally drawing out that you were exhausted after working all day, you could never resist Lestat. He was like a drug you couldn't get away from.
The vampire rolled his hips out to your with a half baked whine as he grew somewhat impatient with the fact that you had foreplay in mind. He understood why you were so gentle with him, but even as a vampire he'd informed you that he could take much more than normal.
âLouis, are you going to just sit there all night? Like a dormant animal and continue to stare?â Lestat was definitely looking at Louis out of spite, seeing as the man refused to move from the loveseat since the two of you started. âAh, Ă moins que je me trompe, is this what gets you going,â he asked, letting out labored breaths as you assaulted his neck. âWatching? MmmhâŠwaiting in the winds and wishing you were in my place while you sit idly by?â
It was only then that Lestat cried out, feeling your teeth bite down against the flesh between the crook of his neck, much harsher than you'd normally be. âStop beân so rude LesâŠif he don't wanna join, you ain't gotta mess with him,â you muttered out, grabbing his jaw to gain some sort of control.
And Lord did he love when you got this way.
Before he could let out another snarky remark, you locked his lips in a heated, hungry kills, as if you'd been craving him all week. Lestat found one hand against the back of your head and the other trying to find its way into your pants.
Louis on the other hand seemed surprised to hear you put the blonde in his place so quickly. Not only that, but you weren't forcing him to join in the activity, even though there was a wave of arousal that overwhelmed him the moment you looked back at him with such lust in your eyes. So strong he could practically feel it radiating off your skin.
Slowly but surely, he'd made his way off the couch and crept over towards the bed, his eyes staring at the claw marks that adorned your back, most healed from various times, some as fresh as a day ago. He couldn't help himself from reaching out, gently brushing his finger tips against your warm skin, watching in awe as your back flexed into his touch while keeping your lips locked with Lestats'.
It was only after you pulled away that your eyes locked on his curious gaze. It was almost as if he was shy in some way, or maybe he just didn't like the idea of Lestat seeing him in such a state. Reaching your hand out, you touched against the top of Louisâ before looking up to him. âYou don't have to be a part of this if you don't want to. It ain't right to make you do something you don't wanna be a part of. After all, you ain't make me do anything that I wasn't comfortable wiââ
Your rambling was cut short as Louis pressed his own lips tenderly against yours, his nose nudging against the side of your own as he kissed the side of your lips. He peppered small kisses in which you retaliated and gave him just as many before you two were locked in a more needy kiss.
By the time he'd pulled away, it was slow, just as his kisses were tender. His eyes scanned your face for some type of rejection, just as yours searched his for any sort of stress indicator. âI want this,â Louis started, that low solemn tone of his occupying the now quiet room. âI just didn't know how to express it to you.â
Grinning, you'd brought his hand up to your lips before kissing against his knuckles. âWe can take our time, Les won't mind.â
âC'est si audacieux de votre part de prĂ©tendre, you do know that I am right here.â Lestat wasn't the least bit impressed, but his back arched the moment you used your other unoccupied hand to grip against his blonde wavy locks before yanking them back.
âI know you're here Lestat, I didn't go blind. But I know how you are.â You fisted into his blonde hair even more before biting near his Adam's apple, drawing out a guttural moan that shocked even Louis.
The brunette would admit it, but the way you went from your normal âhappy to serveâ attitude to this more dominant persona, putting Lestat in his place as well? He could practically feel himself pitching a tent at the sudden change of time you took between the two vampires.
It was even more shocking that Lestat was allowing someone like yourself â someone who was simply a human compared to the monstrous beings the two were â to work him up as so. Not that Louis was complaining, he quite enjoyed it.
âThis is for me, correct? A birthday surprise? I assume you'd let me enjoy myself Les,â you purred against his marked up throat. In the next few moments, there was a flurry of clothes thrown onto the floor before both Lestat and yourself were completely nude. Your own erection practically overwhelming the vampires â though his own was just a bit above average and aching to be handled.
Louis had unbuttoned his blouse and stripped it off his own shoulders, but he seemed almost out of place. There was only so much he'd been experienced with, especially with women. After all, he had a child and a wife at one point in time, but this was different. Yes, there was a point in time were Louis fell victim to Lestats' alluring words of nightly pleasures, seeing as being his immortal companion had it perks.
But the clash between his humanity and Lestats' lack of it made the two repel each other.
You however, might just be the key to keeping their bond.
Hearing your name get called, your head lifted from assaulting the vampires neck again, looking over at Louis for him to continue. His quite demeanor was normal for you, but to see this sudden shy side seemed to make you want him just as badly. âAre you sure this isâŠwhat you want? The both of us?â
âOf course? You two have treated me so kindly for so long. Who would have imagined I'd have such feelings like this. I'll admit, I didn't expect for you to jump me like that, but it was a pleasant surprise!â It wasn't everyday you had two vampires at your disposal, though you wished it was everyday.
âButâŠsince I know Lestat can wait his turn, how about you let me take care of you Louis?â
Thus leading you here, to a fucked out Lestat and an even more disoriented Louis in your lap.
You could feel yourself slowly tiring between treating the two vampiric beings who had enough energy to extend throughout the night. It was starting to seem like this was more of a gift to the both of them rather than yourself.
Your hips were starting to bruise but it didn't matter at that moment, not while Louis was practically drooling over you as his hips rolled against yours, feeling your bulbous tip grind against his prostate perfectly, back and forth. He moaned out your name like a montra, his own leaking tip ready to spill after his nth load.
âI..I know you two haven't went out tonight,â you stuttered out, trying to guide Louis to a slower speed, but it didn't seem as if he wanted to go any slower than the pace he set himself. âIf you don't mind, you can take from me.â You knew that the two avoided your neck the entire time, and getting fed from one vampire was already a hard task.
But two?
âI..I won'tâI can't,â Louis tried to argue, his mind as blank as parchment as he fucked himself onto your cock, dragging against his walls and nailing his prostate perfectly, causing him to crying out as he was steadily making his way towards another orgasms.
Lestats was laid out beside you, having had his fun and rather enjoying seeing Louis in such a distraught state. His ass was just as tainted red as the others, his body still buzzing from the aftermath and his cock standing as firm as it was before.
âLouis, it is his request! After all, we are to celebrate him! And don't forget our last surprise for them as well!â The blonde reached up to run his fingers up the nap of the other neck, threading them through Louis' hair before forcing them to face him. âI'm not asking for this Louis, nor am I demanding it. Our corbeau here has given us the pleasure. I imagine it is better than the ratsâŠâ
Louis whined out, trying his best to shake his head as he let out a garbled cry. âI..I don't wanna hurt him Lestat!â
Rolling your hips in sync with Louisâ, you could feel his walls tightening up yet again, as if he was trying to milk you for all its worth. âLouis, I know you,â you cooed, hand now cupping part of his ass while the other grabbed the side of his thigh. âYou wouldn't hurt me. I believe you have more control than that. Are youâŠgoing to deny me this-this one wish?â
Lestat released his grip on Louis before nuzzling his face into one side of your neck. He could tell Louis was fighting to succumb, but he also knew you were the only one out of the two of them that could persuade the âvegetarianâ, to switch for one night. Before Lestat could get anything out, he felt your hand grab against his shaft, slick with his previous load.
Lestat groaned out as your hand enveloped his own cock, thumb rubbing across his leaking slit and slowly pumping him in a teasing fashion. It made his walls clench around nothing and his face hiding against the crook of your neck.
Louis found himself creeping towards the edge of his awaiting orgasm as he continued to ride you, hips stuttering at a hiccupping pace. âGonnaâgonâna cum, please, pleaseââ He muttered your name like a prayer, feeling your hand guide his head down to your neck.
âGo ahead, I promiseâŠI'll hold strong.â Having been fed on by Lestat before, it was easy to say that if too much was taken, you'd easily black out or die. But you weren't worried such a thing would happen, not with how good they'd been treating you. You could feel their labored breath against your throat, one contemplating to bite, the other ready to dine within seconds.
âLouisâŠâ Lestat urged, feeling close to his own orgasm as well, your hand squeezing against his base which in turn made his hips thrust upwards.
The brunette whimpered a small apology to you as much as himself before he felt the familiar ache in his fangs. Both vampires could feel your heart racing as well as well as hear the flow of blood within your veins.
Your mouth opened to a short groan as you felt two sets of fangs pierce into your flesh almost simultaneously. It wasn't painful, in fact it nearly made your eyes roll back. Your hips thrusted harshly into Louis, feeling his let out a wet moan and spill over himself again, some landing on your own chest. Only then did you release inside of him, rutting into his ass with rapid wet âslapsâ behind them.
Lestat moaned against your throat as well, having to pull away the moment your blood landed on his tongue and slipped down his throat. He'd came just as hard into your hand, coating it in his release as you continued to pump him without stopping. A wave of ecstasy seemed to engulf all of you at once.
You could feel their lips against your throat and hearing them both drink from you was a new experience. As intimate as it was, to be cooing them both, you could feel yourself start to grow light headed. Your movement slowed and your words slurred as you called out, âLo..LouisâŠLestatâŠIâŠâ As your eyes fluttered â struggling to stay open â the edges of your vision started to dot with darkness.
The thrumming of your heart seemed to slow tremendously, having raced from the adrenaline of sex and now slowing as it struggled to pump more blood throughout your system.
The world blurred, your lips parting to speak but the world around you seemed to go quiet. There was muffled arguing as you felt the warmth start to leave your body entirely. What sounded like Lestat scolding Louis and Louis yelling back made you huff out. As much as you wanted to stop them, you felt completely sapped of all your strength.
Suddenly, you felt a wetness against your lips, dripping down into your mouth as you were forced to swallow. Flesh was now pressed against your lips, a metallic taste flooding your taste buds, though the more you drank, the stronger you suddenly felt. It was to the point where you couldn't get enough, gripping into whoever's arm and holding it down against your mouth as you groaned towards the addicting taste.
The arm was then snatched away from you, now finding yourself laid back, eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling. Your skin buzzed and your heart throbbed as an unknown feeling came over you. It was as if you'd been underwater your entire life and suddenly you'd surfaced, and taken a breath of fresh air.
You felt anew.
Out of breath and exhausted, Lestat grinned before croaking out, âHappy Birthday, ma chĂ©ri.â
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