#its his stubble at the perfect size for me

[devilsainz]

did i already said that i'll never get over this specific carlos sainz picture? cause i'll never get over this specific carlos sainz picture

[late-to-the-party-81]

The sweetest dessert

AN: I’m back on my subby Bucky bs, so have this little appetiser to meet one of the squares on my June-iverse card.

Not beta’d, so there’s no-one to blame except me.

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Summary: There is more than one perk to having a personal chef, especially one as sweet and eager to please as James.

Relationship: CEO Reader x Private Chef Bucky

Word Count: 1.5k

CW: Chef AU, Soft Dark (ish) Reader, Power Imbalance, Employer/Employee relationship, Subby Bucky, Soft Dom Reader, Sub Space, Praise Kink, Oral sex (F receiving), Coming untouched, Lack of aftercare, Implied future sexy times.

You smiled to yourself as the door closed behind your last guest. Your dinner party had been a roaring success and you were thrilled. As the CEO for a large tech firm, one of the ways of wooing clients and securing new investment was still the good old ‘schmooze’ - inviting select people to dine with you in your home. And it wasn’t as though it was that much stress for you - preparing these sorts of things was what you paid people to do. 

Making your way towards the kitchens, you took your time to pass on your thanks and praise to your housekeeper and butler. As you reached the swinging door that separated the kitchens from the rest of your house you paused, stretching out your neck and rolling your shoulders back, before pushing it open. Striding into the room you very rarely used yourself, you let your eyes rove over the form of your private chef, James, as he wiped down the work tops.

James was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome. His chestnut hair, which had a tendency to curl when it got too warm, was tied up in a loose bun at the nape of his neck, although a few tendrils had sprung free and floated around his face. They drew attention to his high cheekbones and defined jaw, and you pulled your lower lip between your teeth. He hadn’t realised you were there yet, so you hadn’t caught a glimpse of his icy blue eyes, but you already had the exact shade of them seared into your memory. As he threw the wet cleaning cloth into the sink and grabbed a towel to dry the counter top off, you watched the muscles of his arms bunch under his black tee-shirt. He was so fucking beautiful it almost hurt to look at him.

As you took a step forward, the heels of your stilettos clicked against the tiled floor and James looked up at you. As you smiled at him, you saw the telltale blush making its way up his neck and onto his cheeks, sending a rush of power through you. No-one would think on first glance that this prime specimen of manhood was a sweet, shy bean with a praise kink the size of Manhattan, but you knew better. Boy, did you know better.

James stepped back from the counter, body turned toward you, towel still in hand, but with his head and eyes downcast. “Ma’am,” he said with a small nod. You slid between him and the counter, elegantly hoisting yourself up onto it, so you could look him without craning your neck.

“I’ve come to congratulate you, James. That meal was absolutely wonderful. I think you outdid yourself this time.” That did the trick. At your kind words, he lifted his head and properly looked at you, his lips turned up in a sweet smile.

“You really liked it?” he asked. “The lemon syllabub was a new recipe I’ve been working on. I wanted it to be perfect.”

You reached out your hand and tucked one of the loose locks of hair behind his ear, before cupping his cheek. There was a dusting of stubble over his face and the anticipation of the friction it would provide had you pressing your thighs together.

“It was perfect,” you confirmed. “Like always. You’re always perfect, James.” You could see his eyes starting to lose focus as you spoke and you lowered your voice. “Always doing your best to please me.” His eyelids fluttered, his lashes kissing his cheeks and a soft moan escaped his lips. It was time to up the ante. “Do you think you deserve something special from me for all your hard work? What would you like?”

“I… I…” His cheeks turned an even brighter pink as he stuttered.

You leaned forward, your lips a hair’s breadth from his. “You can tell me, James. You’ve been so good. You deserve a treat. What about your own desert? Would you like that, maybe?”

Instead of a response he let out another moan, a noise that went straight to your cunt, and then dropped to his knees on the hard tiled floor. However, as thrilling as his submission was, you needed consent from him. You placed your heeled foot on his shoulder, stopping him from leaning forward. “Words, James. Do you want this?”

He looked up at you pleadingly. “Yes. Please. I need you.”

You smirked affectionately at him and removed your foot. “Then dig in, baby, and don’t waste a single morsel.”

With your confirmation, he let himself go. Dropping the towel, James’ hand landed on your legs, running up them, over the silkiness of your stockings. He dropped soft kisses on the side of each of your knees as he pushed your skirt higher and higher up your body. You wriggled on the counter top to aid him, until the fabric was bunched up above your hips. His kisses continued up your legs until they met the tops of your stockings, where your garter belt framed your barely covered pussy. He drew back slightly, gazing at your core and what you were certain was a damp stain evidencing your own desire for him. His tongue peeked out from between his lips.

“C-can I?” He seemed so innocent and naive in moments like this.

“Of course you can, James,” you cooed as you spread your legs even wider.

James shuffled his broad body closer, manoeuvring your calves over his shoulders and taking hold of the underside of your thighs in a gentle grip. Then, without any further warning, his face pressed against you, his lips and tongue sucking and licking at you through your panties.

You let your body lean back and your hands gripped the edge of the counter as a deep, salacious noise left your throat - a noise that seemed to spur your sweet and submissive lover on. His tongue swirled around your covered clit and your panties were soaked with a mix of your own arousal and his saliva.

“James…” His name left your lips on a moan and with a deft movement he lifted one of his hands to pull your lacy thong to the side, his tongue immediately pushing inside of you. Another guttural moan left you and one of your hands flew from the edge of the counter to thread into his hair, pulling strands loose from its bun. His mouth carried out its sweet torture on your cunt and you couldn’t control the roll of your hips, fucking yourself up against his face.

Your mouth spilled more praise for him, and he hummed his pleasure into you, the sounds vibrating through you, making you even more frenzied. “Right there,” you cried, feeling your orgasm build in the pit of your stomach. “Just like that, James. You’re gonna make me come!” The pleasure washed through you, your cunt gushing as it spasmed and you could hear the lewd slurping as James lapped up every drop of your spend. 

As the trembles in your body lessened, your perfect lover retreated from your cunt, kissing his way back down your legs, smoothing your clothes back into place. He sat back on his heels, looking up at you pink-cheeked and glossy-eyed, his face damp and his hair a mess. You sucked air into your lungs, the sight of him so erotic you almost thought you were going to come again just by looking at him. Speaking of which…

“Lift your apron, James.” When he let out a whimper you had to tamp down your smile, knowing what you were going to see. “None of that,” you chastised. “Be the good boy I know you can be. Show me.”

He turned his head to the side, his shy embarrassment sending another thrill through you, but he did what you’d asked, slowly lifting up the white cotton fabric that covered his torso. There, at the apex of his thighs, the outline of his cock was visible against the black fabric of his chef’s trousers. However, in the bright overhead lights, you could see a glisten of moisture. Hopping down from the counter, you crouched in front of him, your breath hot on his cheek as he continued to look away from you. Your fingers gently caressed the tented fabric, feeling the sticky wetness of it. As you drew them away, you turned James’ head with your other hand, making him look at you, as you sucked your damp fingers into your mouth.

“Delicious. Perfect as normal, sweetheart. You’ve made me very happy.” 

You stood swiftly and took a few steps towards the kitchen door before stopping and looking over your shoulder. James was still kneeling on the floor, looking totally fucked out.

“You ought to go home soon. You’ve got an early start in the morning. I’ve got a lot of plans  for tomorrow and they start with breakfast in bed.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he slurred with a small nod. “Breakfast in bed. Got it.”

“Good boy,” you purred, already looking forward to the morning.

Bingo and Challenge fills: Juniverse - Chef AU | May Babb - Praise Kink @buckybarnesevents

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[l1tw1ck]

Diluc I'd Like to Fuck

Father of one becomes father of two

Bottom!FTM Diluc x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} | AFAB Language Used

CW: Semi Public Sex, Dry Humping, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Squirting, Size Difference, Dirty Talk, Riding, Biting/Marking, Window Sex, Biting, Breeding Kink, Daddy Kink, Choking, Overstimulation, Creampie, Hair Pulling

📝 1,666 Words

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You could barely hide the sexual thoughts you've been having about the dad of the kid you babysit and tutor, he's so hot you basically melt in his presence.

When Diluc has to do work in his study or occasionally leave to work or bartend, he asks you to come over and help out his adopted daughter Diona. You're not too sure why Diluc chose you to babysit Diona when he has so many workers but you're not complaining about the huge paychecks you get. Maybe its because you get along with Diona while she looks at the other adults with disdain, likely because you don't drink alcohol.

You usually come early in the morning to make Diona's favorite breakfast meal, watch cartoons, get her school supplies in order, and bring her to school.

After adopting Diona he retired from doing any sort of fighting. He still works out every now and then but he's more relaxed and focused on his kid and his business. His body is less toned and defined but by gods is it still attractive. Hell, even more attractive than before.

You like coming extra early on 'accident' so you can see Diluc in just a pair of boxers. His messy and unbrushed hair along with the faded scars on his body from what he used to do in the past, thick and soft thighs with the perfect amount of hair on them. Not to mention his plump ass that practically begs to be grabbed.

He shaves every other Sunday or before a meeting so you get about 13 or so chances to see his light stubble or his well grown beard. Not to mention his happy trail, let's just say the carpet matches the drapes. The sight is too good to miss out on.

He fits the description of 'Dad Bod' to a T.

The close relationship you have with Diona allows you to get closer to him. Although you've known each other for years, you lost touch after you moved to Sumeru for your education.

Diluc walks out of his study, catching you right as you close the door. "Hold on, do you mind giving me a ride? I have to go into the office today."

You smile. "No problem, Dee."

His cheeks turn a light red.

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You offered to go up to Diluc's office to help him with all the things he was carrying, and just as you're about to bid him adieu, he speaks up.

"Do you have any free time?"

His gaze is abnormally seductive, you can't ignore it even if you try.

"Yeah.." You reply softly.

He pulls out his chair and gestures for you to sit. You do as he asked and he quickly climbs onto your lap. "I'm not the only one who's interested, right?" He asks, a little nervous now that he's taken the initiative.

You shake your head. "Dee, you don't even wanna know what I've been thinking about you these days."

"Tell me." He grinds down on you, unbuttoning his shirt.

You lean into his ear. "I've been imagining fucking you against the kitchen counter and you'd be crying and begging for more, like a slut."

Diluc moans, rutting against you even harder. "What else?" He pulls his shirt off.

"Sometimes I'd hope to catch you masturbating to me, and I'd come in right as you squirt all over your sheets. Fuck, I'd love to see that."

Diluc's cheeks burn. He takes your hand and brings it to his crotch. "I..I always have extra clothes, in case something spills...you might fit them.."

You chuckle and help him get his pants off then his boxers. You pick him up, your strength surprising to the older man, and sit him down on the desk. You spread his legs apart and smile. "Gods, you're practically soaked." You pepper kisses along his thick thighs, occasionally biting them before moving to spread open his wet cunt and licking up a stripe to taste him.

Diluc bites his lip, trying to keep his eyes on you but ultimately failing when your mouth latches onto his t-dick and your fingers start to enter him. "Fuck~" He rolls his head back. "Yes- yes-"

He ruts his hips against you. "Oh Gods-" He gasps. "Like that-"

You keep going, pushing three fingers in and out of him and feel him squeezing them. He's close. If that wasn't enough evidence, his repeated 'yes's should be satisfactory.

"Gonna come- 'm gonna come-" Diluc cries out, not caring about any of his coworkers hearing him. His legs shake and his toes curl as he squirts into your mouth. He takes time to catch his breath, looking down at you as you slurp up whatever didn't land in your mouth.

"You were pretty loud, Dee, do you want people to see this?" You chuckle.

"I don't care..I just want you to fuck me, please."

You smirk. "Whatever you want my prince." You pull your pants down, taking your length out and pumping it slowly.

Diluc stares at your length, feeling incredibly needy for you.

"Do you have a condom?" You ask. You had a pack in your bag but it's in the car.

"No- don't use a condom." Diluc moves your hand out of the way, sitting on your lap and avoiding your length. "I...I want it raw."

Your face heats up. "Is that okay? What if you..."

Diluc blushes. "If it's yours..." He looks to the side and purses his lips.

"Shit. You want my kids?" You ask breathless. "Gods, Dee." You look at him lovingly, lifting him up and sinking him down onto your length.

He looks down at his stomach, a faint bump forming. "Fuck.." He moans.

"Can't wait til I get you pregnant.."

Diluc squeezes your length and moans again. He holds onto your shoulders as he starts to bounce on your cock, his fat ass jiggling with each bounce.

You wrap your hands into his hair, pulling him back by his ponytail and earning a breathy and slutty moan from him. You litter hickeys and bites along his neck, marking him as yours.

Diluc loses his momentum as he feels himself already getting close. You let go of his hair and dig your nails into his soft, plush waist, roughly slamming him up and down. "Gonna look so pretty when I stuff you full of my cum."

"Yes~!" Diluc exclaims. "Please- please-!"

Anyone who passes by the room can hear faint slapping noises along with the wanton moans of their boss, their perception of him changing forever.

"Close- Daddy~ 'M gonna co- come~!"

You groan, your grip getting tighter. "Come for me, sweetheart, come on Daddy's cock."

He arches his back and squirts on your length, walls spasming around you almost aggressively. You slow down and pick him up, laying him down onto the desk, resuming your previous pace and chasing your orgasm.

Diluc's moans seem to get louder as you ram into his sensitive cunt, mostly begging for more and exclaiming 'Daddy' over and over.

You bury your head in his shoulder, biting down on him as you slam into him a few more times before coming inside him, spilling your long awaited seed inside his needy pussy. Diluc whimpers at the warm feeling.

You pick him up and start walking to the back of the room, keeping him inside you and making him cling to you like a koala. You open up the curtains to reveal large windows. "You know...if you don't care, you don't mind doing it up against the window, right?" You smirk.

Diluc shivers and shakes his head. "Let's do it." He says breathily. The floor is high up enough that there's barely any worry of getting seen, it's exhilarating for Diluc nonetheless.

You hold his waist, bringing him into a heated kiss. Diluc moans into your mouth as you kiss him deeper. You resume your fast paced thrusts, knocking the air out of his lungs with each one.

You pull away to let him breathe better.

"Cho- choke me~!" He exclaims. "Please~!"

Your hand moves up to his neck, lightly wrapping around it before squeezing. "You like being choked, baby?"

He nods. "Yesh~!" His eyes roll to the back of his head. He's already starting to feel overstimulated but he has no intention of stopping.

The windows are thankfully strong enough to withstand your rough and vigorous thrusts.

You turn him around, squishing his naked chest against the cold glass. "Maybe Barbatos will glide by and see you getting fucked." You tease, nails dug into his waist, his ass flush against your lower body as you ram into him. Diluc moans wantonly, crying out in pleasure.

"You're squeezing me so fucking tight, d'you want that? To be caught?" You pull his hair back. "I never thought you'd be such a whore."

Diluc comes with a jolt, legs shaking violently as he squirts on the previously clean window. He lets out a stupid and dreamy giggle, thinking about the mess he just made.

You fuck him harder, tears of pleasure running down Diluc's cheeks. He feels your cock pulsing inside him, a clear indication that you're about to come.

A string of incomprehensible babbles leaves his mouth, all you can understand is how needy he is. It sounds like he's begging for something.

"Speak properly you dumb slut." You chuckle, letting go of his waist and spanking him.

Diluc whimpers. "Co- come- come-" He manages to say. "Inside~! Inside me~!"

"That's a good boy." Your thrusts slow down, your hips snapping against his ass for the last times as you come inside him.

Diluc lets out another goofy giggle, a matching smile to go with it.

You pick him up and bring him to his desk, turning him onto his back and sighing.

You have no idea how you're going to clean him up and avoid all the employees, even though word has probably spread throughout the building.

[poopersdoopers]

Yeah? Yeah.

A little something with plus sized fem reader x Sanji. He loves you and you love him. nsfw things happen.

Fluffy, smutty smut. Don't like don't read. Can't be bothered to proof read.

Sometimes, you couldn’t believe that such a prince fell for you of all people. Even as you sat on top of him and covered in his strong arms.

The warmth emanating from his large tanned chest could never lie to you. Proof of his affection thumping in his heartbeat. You sighed to the song, smiling to yourself:  you were the only woman to get to know him this intimately. You were his and he was yours. 

The cook’s long, thick fingers cupped at the back of your head, smoothing over your curls gently. 

“I’ve been waiting for you all day long”, he murmured into your hair before placing a gentle kiss at the top of it. The rumble of his words spread across your body, letting  a familiar warmth spread across your body. You smiled wider, “I missed you too”, you crook your face up to look at the blonde.

He was beaming –ethereal— and you almost couldn’t take it, blue-gray eyes shining in a devotion that you still weren’t sure you deserved. You smoothed his bangs out of his face, to really look at him. 

“You’re wonderful, you know Sanji?”

The blonde man blushed slightly, not fully used to your compliments. You nuzzled into his neck, feeling his stubble tickle against your face. 

“You’re perfect.”

Now it was your time to blush. You wanted to believe his words but you decided that trusting his actions would do well enough. Maybe one day you could rewire each others’ brains. Maybe one day you both could rewrite the past. But for now you’d always have each others open arms. 

“Stop hiding and look at me,” Sanji commanded gently. You bite your lip and sit up taller in his lap. He grabbed your chin, thumb pressed against your bottom lip. Your teeth bit down harder in anticipation. 

“Didn’t I tell you to stop doing that?” His eyes darkened slightly, “Yeah?” 

Suddenly you were shivering under his unrelenting gaze. 

“Yeah”, you answered. 

“Yeah.” He licked his pink lips, before leaning in and finally capturing yours. His thinner lips drank in your needy sighs, tongue licking at the spot you bit before. 

The cook’s hands traced along your neck before rubbing circles at the crock. You gasped, giving his pink lips more access to your mouth. 

You melted into the touch you always trusted. Long fingers, smoothing down your shoulders and arms, as his tongue lightly glides along the tops of your teeth and into your mouth. Your plush lips tingling at the sensation, as you moan.

He pulls back, alarming you, “ Just let me take care of you, like I’ve been imaging all day. Yeah?”

“Yeah”, you replied, slightly dazed by the cook’s ministrations. But as always, he would keep you tethered to him in your arms. The blonde’s hands took yours and moved them to wrap around his neck again. 

“Yeah”, he breathes out, “and if you don’t like anything ?”

“I promise I’ll let you know.”

“Good girl”, he smiles again, blue-gray eyes never leaving your brown. How he managed to look so pretty while he pulled you apart — you would never know.

Feeling a little braver, you pecked him on the lips. This earns a kiss back and soon you two are back to getting lost in each other’s arms.

A calloused hand travels down to where your shirt meets your ass, rubbing circles onto the large flesh. Your arms tighten its grip around your lover’s neck, back arching into the soft touch.

“Is this okay?” You were mush.

“Yeah! Keep going.” You gave him no time to second-guess.

He grabbed at your fleshy mound. You gasped.

His thick fingers dug a little harder, before spreading the two mounds. 

“Fuck baby, I love your ass. I can’t believe I am the only one who gets to play with it.” 

He smacks your ass lightly, watching the flesh bounce to his delight. 

You could feel his hard on growing against your front. You felt yourself clench against nothing.

“M-more”, you demand.

Instead of going where you needed him most, his hands flew grab at your stomach.

“I love this part just as much”, he emphasizes with a kiss to your temple.

You roll your eyes, knowing the girls he’s been with before were half your size and far more tight in certain areas.

“I’m serious!”

“It’s okay, Sanji you don’t have to lie to make me feel better”.

“Y/n, I love every part of you, especially here it’s too cute”, His hand holds your hips against his hard-on. You want to move to grind against it, but it was no use. 

“Whatever you say, Sanji”.

“I -”, you kiss him again to shut him up. Loosening, his strong arm’s grip against your hips, so you could finally start moving. The blonde retaliates by snaking his hand up to meet your chest. You grind your clit against his bulge, mouth releasing his in surprise.

“You know what I really like the most?”, his large fingers grip on your mounds, “These, you’re so sensitive sweetheart.”

Fingers rub around your areola, then pinch at the buds.You yelp.

“I’ve been waiting to play with your tits all day.They’re always so hard. It’s like you’re teasing me in that big shirt. Do you like teasing, Daddy sweetheart?” His fingers pinch harder, before pulling roughly.

“No, I - I can’t help it, Daddy! You keep playing with them every night.”, your hips moved faster on his lap. “They’re Daddy’s tits to play with”, he smacks your breast.

You plead for him to play with your pussy and make you cum. But there was no use. You were Sanji’s and he would decide when you would cum. 

The blonde continued to ignore your plea, rolling your sensitive buds between his forefinger and thumb, “And that big shirt does nothing to hide your big ass. All day I watched it swallow up those cute little panties. All day I watched it jiggle like you were begging to be fucked. And you want more?”

Instead of answering him, you whined higher at his words, ground your pussy harder onto his front. 

“You think you could cum just from me playing with your tits, yeah?”

You could feel your peak approaching just from his words alone you knew there was no way you’d last with such pointed ministrations on your sensitive body.

“Yeah.”

[thornsnvultures]

pressure

lee bodecker x plus size!fem!reader || 1.2k || cw: pure filth, smut, mutual masturbation, breathplay, daddy kink, oral (m rec) || a/n: a rewrite of one of my first fics on ao3

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You wake up in the middle of the night to Lee pressed up against your back. With every one of his inhales you feel his tummy brush against your lower back. Lee’s arm is draped over your middle, his stubble caressing the back of your neck and his soft comforting weight surrounding you.

You feel your core getting wetter by the second so you slip your hand in your panties to alleviate some pressure but your fingers running across your sensitive clit just makes your pussy slicker. Like a bloodhound he can smell it on you, can feel you squirming underneath him. Lee presses a kiss to the back of your neck and grinds into your backside real slow.

“Whatcha doin’, darlin’?

Your hand stills over your folds. Heat rises on your cheeks from being caught. Denial catches in your throat, you can't lie, not with his lips mouthing along the nape of your neck.

"Wakin’ me up when I gotta be up early in the morning," Lee tsk's, running his nose down your jaw. He presses a kiss to that spot right below your ear that makes your toes curl and your thighs tighten. His wandering hand nudges your own from between your legs and takes its place. Lee groans at the mess he finds between your thighs. "Still wet from takin’ my cock earlier, darlin’? All'a my cum leakin' outta that tight snatch." His thick fingers feel around your messy pussy, nudging your swollen, clit and gathering up your slick before pushing his two fingers inside. You could come from just that touch alone with how needy you are for him.

"Please, Lee. Daddy," you whine and grip his thick wrist in your hands like you're afraid of him pulling away and leaving you empty.

"Uh-uh. You wanna touch yourself without me," he rips his hand from between your thighs, "you gotta be a good girl for daddy and show me what you were doin’.”

Lee's fingers are shiny with your juices and he sucks them good and clean while you get situated. You turn around, half sitting up against the headboard, lifting your nightgown even higher on your hips so your cunt is exposed to the cool night air. Hunger consumes Lee's already dark blue eyes until they're nearly black.

“Tastes so good, sweetheart. Look'it you," Lee pushes his boxers down and takes himself in hand as he motions for you to get to it, put on the little show he's waiting for. "What’s got you all worked up this late at night, sweet thing? Tell me.” You can barely focus on his words as you watch him lazily tug at his fat, drooling cock. It takes a quirked eyebrow from Lee to bring you back. You lick your lips, watching the red tip of his cock peek out behind his fingers as he tugs, before going back to touching yourself how you like, how you were when you thought Lee was fast asleep.

“You, daddy," you groan, "I was thinking about you, your body, how good you make me feel. How you take care of me.”

“Is that right, darlin'? You like when Daddy makes you feel good?”

"God, yes," you cry out as your hand moves faster against your clit, strumming it hard until your legs are shaking.

"So beautiful. My perfect little girl." Lee's matching your pace with his fist when you slide two fingers from your other hand in your sloppy cunt, mimicking him fucking you.

You're a moaning, sobbing mess when you feel Lee reach over and squeeze at your breasts. One and the other, the palms the weight of your tender flesh, plucks at your sensitive nipples until you're shaking, shivering, nearly crawling out of your skin. Lee knows you're there, right there, you just need a little push. So he slides his hand up your chest to your throat, circling it but not giving you the pressure you crave until you answer him.

"Who makes you feel good? Who makes you feel like this?" Lee's right there, kneeling in front of you, one hand on your throat, the other slick and jerking his fat cock. You want him to cover you with his cum, to paint you, mark you as his. You want him to pump you full of it until you can't hold any more. A tight squeeze to your throat brings you back before you can float away.

“You, daddy, you do. You make me feel so good. So fucking good.”

Your legs are shaking and tears form at the corners of your eyes but you can’t, won’t, let go until Lee gives you the go ahead. You’d beg but you can’t speak, your vision is going spotty from the lack of circulation and a tear falls from your eye when he tightens his grip even more.

“Let go for me sweetheart, make a mess all over these sheets. Give it to me.” His whispered words send you flying off the edge and he lets go of your neck just enough for you to scream in ecstasy. You’re legs are shaking violently as you continue to slide your fingers in and out of you and strum your sensitive clit, riding out the wave. “Shhh, that's it, darlin'," his big hand cradles your jaw as your limbs go limp. "Such a messy little slut.”

You don't protest as Lee slides you down the bed until you're flat on your back. Starting up at him with a lazy smile on your face, Lee strokes your cheek as he straddles your chest and feeds you his cock from above.

Your hands run up his thick thighs before resting at his hips and you take the head of his cock between your lips, savoring the salty taste of him. He won't last long, not with you under him like this, but you don't mind. You're hungry for him, starving actually, since you woke up soaked and needy.

You bob your head as Lee fucks your pretty mouth, his balls are soaked with your spit and slapping against your chin and you think you could probably cum again from him using you like this. Hitting the back of your throat with a hand behind your head, holding you still so he can feel your throat constrict around him like a nice grip.

Praise pours from Lee's lips, "Such a good girl, taking cock like a good little slut. Fuck, take it all, that's it. So beautiful with a mouth full of cock, darlin'."

Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you gag around him over and over. Between gasping breaths you suck him down until he's babbling nonsense. Lee barely gives you any warning before he's holding your head still and shoving his cock down your throat as deep as it can go. A hoarse cry spills from his lips as he shoots his load and you moan around him, swallowing him down. Lee pulls out at the last second to shoot the last few spurts across your face.

"Beautiful."

He climbs off your cheat and goes to grab a towel to clean you up. Taking gentle care, Lee wipes away both of your messes before climbing back into bed and pulling you close.

"Sorry for waking you."

Lee chuckles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. "Don't you worry. I was only teasing. You know I'll always take care of you."

"Love you, daddy."

"Mm, love you too, darlin'.

[scottsummersevents]

From SSB mod @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea

Three of my faves + one of my faves that I wrote:

By Harmonyangel (on LJ): I Found My Thrill

There was pie on Logan's lip.

Scott knew he should be focusing on the topic at hand -- the implementation of training schedules in the new Danger Room -- but for once his leaderly focus was failing him. Because Logan was sitting across from him at the kitchen table, eating bites of pie at pauses in the conversation, and a bit of errant blueberry filling had found its way to the light stubble of his upper lip.

And all Scott wanted to do was lick it off.

(This fic made me crave blueberry pie for a while, and also now every time I do eat blueberry pie - even after all this time since I first read it - I think of this fic.)

By @scottxlogan: The Damaged series.

Summary: Logan's been behaving different lately and no one seems to notice it except for Scott. As Scott finds himself contemplating his colleague's strange behavior, he finds that the mystery Logan presents turns into an obsession for him. Scott's convinced something has changed, but when no one else seems to pay attention to Logan's new habits, Scott takes it upon himself to discover just what has brought about the change in his teammate. Will Scott's obsession lead to happy endings for these two or more misery down the road as this new world unfolds?

Notes: This story takes place Post-Days of Future Past where Logan has jumped into his new life after 'fixing' the timeline. Unlike many of my other stories where everything is 'perfect' with Scott and Logan in an established relationship with one another, this one focuses on a world where everything isn't necessarily the happy ending that Logan thought he walked into. Instead he's facing a lot of adjustments and Scott is the only one noticing the differences in him. Will Scott's obsession lead to happy endings for these two or more misery down the road as this new world unfolds?

By @scottxlogan: The Reservation.

“So Slim, about the room…” Logan cleared his throat as Scott pushed the keycard into the door entering at long last after the aggravating day of meetings that ran longer than Scott had anticipated, “When Emma booked it, she failed to mention that it was…”

“I don’t care what it is as long as there’s a bed inside,” Scott began ready to shut the world out for a few hours as he entered the spacious neutral colored room hoping that the bed was comfortable enough to get lost in. It was something that Scott was eager to explore until he realized that things weren’t exactly as he’d imagined moving forward.

“There’s a bed,” Logan’s words revealed over his shoulder. Scott’s eyes fell upon the single queen-sized bed in the center of the space donned in red and pink rose petals positioned in the shape of a heart and scattered across the plush white blanket with a basket of various massage oils and bath bombs contained within. There was an ice-bucket with champagne and a tray full of an array of heart-shaped dark and milk chocolate truffles chilling beside the bed leading Scott to discover that his request for simple accommodations had been met by confusion in his surprising surroundings, “but the rest…”

“What is this Logan?” Scott swallowed down hard looking to the two plush robes positioned beside the bed with matching slippers with the hotel’s logo positioned in invitation on the vintage high backed velvet upholstered chair.

“Emma’s way of playing a practical joke,” Logan remarked with biting sarcasm as he pushed past Scott to inspect the room once again, “I asked the guys downstairs for a change when I saw there was only one bed, but the hotel is overbooked and…”

Mine:

The Outside the dawn is breaking (But inside in the dark I'm aching to be free) series, for which I only have the first part written/finished. I need to do part 2 soon, but Life, you know?

Summary: What happened during the year following Stryker and Alkali Lake? What did Scott Summers experience? What did Logan witness? What was the final straw that compels Scott to return to the lake? This story explains everything and then veers hard left from canon.

A little bonus recommendation of mine.

Out there's a land that time don't command

Summary: After a nasty break-up with Jean, Scott left the school and headed west to his home state of Alaska. For months, he's made his home there, feeling exiled from all the people he cares about. Then a familiar face shows up at his door unexpectedly; the face of his crush. Will Scott finally find some much needed and deserved happiness?

Features Trans Scott.

Hey everyone in case you haven't noticed we here st Scott Summers Bingo have been posting daily fic posts of various Scott ships and we're currently looking to you the fans who like Scott and Logan together to send us your three favorite fic links for our upcoming pairing fic list. Whether you have written fics you want to share, have favorite fics you have read or you just want to support your favorite ship we ask that you either respond or reblog to this post with your faves, send us a submission or an ask and we hope to get your favorites out there in an upcoming post for other fans to see!

[sukirichi]

true gift

A god like Naoya is about to see how his little mortal is hiding a true gift.

REQUEST.  deity au + virgin sacrifice for naoya + reader with worship kink

CONTENT/WARNINGS. virginity loss, naoya isn’t nice, mentions of blood,  murder, abduction, praise kink, slight degradation, fingering, overstimulation, slight breeding kink, creampie, orgasm denial, mentions of slavery, face fucking, reader is willingly consenting to pain, reader is a masochist, naoya is a sadist 

NOTES. ah...it feels so natural to write naoya...also can someone send me some good erotic hentai panels, yay <3

Today is the day – the one you’ve been prepared for ever since you’ve forced to make acquaintance with the blinding darkness and smell of rust.

What time is it? Is it morning, night...maybe somewhere in the middle?

There’s no telling, not when you’ve been staring at the pitch black darkness for what seems like forever. It’s been too long, so long, that you’ve forgotten what the world looks like. It’s like one day you’re helping your family tend to the farms when rough hands grabbed at you, and you’re shoved in a cold, dark cellar before you could even say good bye.

Oddly enough, the servants – or at least that’s what you assume they are, since they’ve been nothing but tight lipped and inherently obedient to a faceless figure – have taken extreme care of you.

Twice a day, they’d open the cellar, the sound of keys rustling and nearly muted footsteps like music into your ears. The slight sliver of light passing through from the outside is immediately concealed within a split second, a black smooth material wrapped around your eyes before they strip you off. Normally, you’d complain and fight back, but you’ve lost all the will to even defend yourself at this point.

You’ve given up a long time ago, and life’s been a lot more tolerable ever since.

Today isn’t any different. Maybe it was hours ago, two servants had came in to wash away the grime and dirt from your body before you felt something combing through your hair. Then, you felt it. A smooth, cold blade running up and down every inch of your body, rendering you immobile in fear even breathing could cut you open.

It didn’t. If anything, you felt a lot smoother, lighter, and freer.

“Is she bare?” an old, croaky feminine voice echoed in the small room, equally wrinkled hands removing the strap of your bra off before she lathers a rose-scented cream all over your body. “Naoya-sama prefers his slaves hair-free, you know that. Not even stubble is allowed, do you understand? Keep shaving her until she’s spotless.”

Naoya-sama.

So that’s where you were. It all made sense now.

For as long as you could remember, that name’s been spoken with terror, the slight tremble of voices and darkened eyes pooled with fear never absent in the presence of his name. You’ve never seen him, but you know enough to understand that he’s a prominent figure especially in your little village. He’s not human, but he’s not exactly a god either – at least, not one that people would willingly worship.

You’ve heard telltales on how his beauty alone had women dropping to their feet, the malice in those eyes of his enough to make even the strongest warriors stick to his side in fear of what he’s capable of.

He’s as old as time and as strong as the steady flow of the river you and your people have always bathed in. It doesn’t make sense that someone as fearsome as he was is living at the mountains where nothing but quiet, peaceful people rejoiced, but the more you think about it, of course he’d prefer his people submissive, heads always ducked in fear and shaking in terror.

This whole time, you thought you’d been sold off to a neighbouring clan head because your clan didn’t have enough funds to pay for the latest trade.

In a way, you’d feel a lot luckier if the former had happened instead, because there’s really no proper way of making sound of the fact you’re sacrificed to your own deity, Naoya Zen’in, after not completing your offerings to him for ten whole moons.

It’s bad, horribly so, and you should be shaking, should be crying, should be wishing for death instead, so then why are you deferential? You don’t complain when two rough hands pull you from the ground and keep your arms tight in shackles at your lower back, vision still obscured by this cloth as you’re guided somewhere – someplace that all the sacrificed women for your deity are received.

Your feet are sloppy and smacking against the hardwood floor, heart pulsing in your tongue for all the wrong reasons. Faintly, you can smell a rose-scented candle and water splashing, but it doesn’t register until you’re immersed under it.

You gasp, hair flattening onto your skin while you look around blindly, struggling to clutch onto something as your feet keep slipping into the tub.

You’ve never been into a tub before; much less recognize the soft, paper-like objects floating into the water with you. Head swaying side to side until water is sprayed everywhere, a firm hand keeps your head in place just as a pumice stone is scrubbed into your skin. It’s not painful, but the rough scraping sensation feels sensitive from your skin that hasn’t been exposed to normal, breathing air for who knows how long.

“Stop moving,” that same elderly voice commanded, and her assistants, most likely, move quickly into extending your limbs until you’re sprawled out everywhere. “We are to make you perfect, presentable, lavishing in front of our deity himself.”

“B-but —”

“You have no right to speak!” You’re left stunned as your cheek bruises red, lips wet from the water as you pant. The sting on your skin becomes more pronounced, but you dare not speak, opting to keep your lips shut instead. The elderly woman takes notice of your behaviour, humming before she makes you stand up, that same blade swiping down your exposed regions. “You learn fast and submit well. I think we have a worthy sacrifice for tonight.”

“She is gorgeous too, my Lady.”

“She should be,” comes a retort, your jaw clenched as you keep still. She forces your legs further apart until you’re embarrassingly exposed, the rose petals in the water sticking into some corners of your skin. “If she was not, she’d be dead already. It’s her pretty face that’s keeping her alive at this point.”

Everything is a blur after that.

One moment, they’re shaving you, the next you’re thrown from one body to another. They perform all sorts of things – towel drying your hair, exfoliating your skin, plucking your eyebrows to perfection before applying a shimmer to your cheeks and something sticky and glossy to your lips, then finally you feel the warmth of silk robes you could never afford even if you work yourself to death caressing your body.

After that, you’re locked inside a much bigger room, the blindfold falling off your face slowly.

You blink in surprise.

The room isn’t that dark, but dim enough, and your heart beats louder in your chest when you see the size of the room. It’s ten times bigger than your village meeting point, a large tatami bed sat in the middle. From one side, a window is open, allowing you to see the white illumination of the moonlight that looks hauntingly romantic.

Candles are lit on either sides of the room, and your gaze lands on odd whip-like weapons placed proudly on the walls.

Your legs are wobbly as you stand, life just coming back into your unused muscles. Making your way towards it, you reach out to touch this...weapon that’s still somewhat coated with the stench of blood. It’s immaculately clean and the leather is shiny, though it’s clear this has been used for far more gruesome situations before.

I think we have a worthy sacrifice for tonight.

You recoil your hand that’s a breath away from coming into contact with it, terror plaguing deep into your bones as you take a step back.

You’re a sacrifice, an offering, sacrifice, sacrifice, sacrifice – you’re brought here to die, and your god would kill you himself. Others may have considered it an honour to have died from the mercy of his hands, your oh-so divine lord who’s brought prosperity and wealth into your land, but you turn away, breathing hard as you make a break for the door.

But you never made it.

Your back lands into someone’s chest, a slight gasp falling from your lips before you’re pummelled into the ground, strong hands pinning your arms above your head. Eyes widening, you come face to face with your deity, his fox-eyes lined with dark kohl sharpening his already predatory features, ears pierced with tiny skulls and black dots.

His knee nudges your leg open and you groan, the sound making his eyes dart at you in warning before he smirks upon seeing you make no move to get away from him.

“As I’ve heard,” his deep voice cuts through the eerie silence of the room, the night so mute not even birds or insects cricketed at the presence of your deity’s need to have you for himself. “You are a compliant little lamb sent to the slaughter,” you shiver as his fingers run to caress the side of your face, his free hand undoing the knots that keeps your modesty. Naoya hums deep in his throat when the cloth falls to the sides, revealing perky nipples that pushed closer and closer to his awaiting lips at each heavy breath you took.

“You are stunning,” he praises, using a thumb to graze over the hardened bud. It’s barely a touch, but you’re sensitive, wholly new to this that you whimper. The sound is humiliating and utterly pathetic, your teeth coming down to capture your lips.

This displeases him entirely and Naoya taps your lips open, glaring at your wide, fearful yet aroused gaze. “You do not ever conceal such shameful sounds when I’m above you, do you understand?” You nod shakily, freeing your lip from its confines. Naoya snickers, chest puffing up with pleasure before he leans back to his calves, pushing the rest of your robe to the side until you’re completely exposed to him.

Your breathing grows more laboured when Naoya spreads your legs open, smirking as you whimper at the stretch of having your knees flattened by your sides. Legs placed on top of his knees, your elevated posture gives him more access to your bare pussy, his gaze zeroing in on the gleaming arousal that’s beginning to form on your lips.

“So fucking wet,” he comments, using both his thumbs to pry your pussy apart. You moan at the sensation of him pressing down on a part of you that you don’t know existed, and Naoya laughs, the sound sinister yet erotic. “You’re a virgin.”

It’s not a question – it’s a statement he takes pride in, especially because he knows he’s the chosen one to take something precious away from you.

“I’ve always loved virgins,” Naoya’s hands roam all across your body, slowly, sensually, passionately, the rough, calloused hands running under your legs to hitch them up behind his broad back, to cup your soft ass before he cups your pussy, groaning into your neck when he feels you leak and he’s barely touching you to begin with. It makes his ego swell when your hands wrap around his neck; he hates being touched by mere, lowly mortals like you, but you are undeniably gorgeous and so wanting of him that he allows you just this once. “Always so sensitive – do you want to be good for your deity? Hm?”

“Y-yes!” you cry out, eyes snapping shut when he suddenly inserts a finger in.

The feeling is foreign yet not totally unwelcomed, but you grimace anyway at the slight sting his digits bring. Naoya pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy to coax your arousal to drip further into the sheets like a waterfall, your nails digging into his robes while he watches you with a smirk. He laughs when your eyes widen at the second finger pushing in, thumb rubbing over your clit until your legs tremble around him.

“Virgins are always so gorgeous once they finally learn of pleasure,” he scoffs to himself.

You look at him straight in the eye, mouth falling open while small gasps fall through at the speed he’s pushing into you at.

Something begins to form in your lower bally until your body grows utterly warm, something...something close about to snap when he pulls his fingers out of you, throwing his head back in laughter when you cry for the first time that night.

Naoya stares at the way your gaze darts from his cum-soaked fingers back to your drenched core, brows raised cockily before he stands up, his figure looming over you. “What? Got something to say?” you only whimper in response, closing your legs as you try to provide answers to the brooding confusion punching at the back of your skull.

The sound of faint rustling brings you back to life, your eyes snapping to witness your god undressing himself, the robes falling from his shoulders too wonderfully that the mere sight of him has you clenching around nothing.

Fat cock standing tall and proud, tip red and glistening with pre-cum and a body carved by fellow gods himself, the rumours were right.

He is beautiful, and it’s no lie that his slaves aren’t really slaves to begin with, not when all of them have been so eager to please him, just to have a taste of this divine being that stands before you. Naoya easily reads your face; from the slightly parted lips, thighs rubbing together and hands looming dangerously to your core – you look so needy it’s actually fucking pathetic.

He’s slow in his movements, languid and taking his time because he’s got time and more in this world that he never cares about wasting something he has a plethora of.

Naoya makes himself at home above you again, basking in the way you’re struggling to breathe even without his hands on you. It doesn’t take long before he pushes two of his fingers inside your mouth, clenching his jaw when you open your mouth submissively, innocent eyes blinking up at him as you take your juices into your mouth.

You’re a natural at this, he observes, tongue expertly swirling around his digits until you’ve licked it clean. Naoya pats your cheek affectionately, his own way of applauding you for your work.

Under him, you grow shy and abashed, arms covering your bare breasts because he’s a god, why should he be pleased with you?

Naoya doesn’t give you enough time to think before he’s hauling you upwards, your shoulders shoved back onto the ground. You kneel below him in prayer and he tugs at your hair, forcing you to look at him, or rather his cock that’s slipping past your lips. You gag when he pushes his length all the way inside, the tip of it hitting the back of your throat.

Naoya sighs at finally being taken in – you should be grateful he even fingered you – his hands guiding your head to bob up and down him.

You do well at pleasing him even through the tears, clutching at his thighs while you suck in his length and swirl your tongue around the prominent veins. Naoya watches with hooded eyes as your cheeks hollow just to take his whole length in – and again, you’re a natural – so eager to please him too when you keep pushing and pushing, his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat.

His muscles ripple above you while he lets out a long, drawn out groan, nails scratching your scalp. You feel him twitch inside you and that’s when he takes over, snapping his hips ruthlessly until you’re left gagging and sucking his cock helplessly.

Your saliva is dribbling at the edges of your mouth, looking so fucked out and whore-like while he pushes himself to the edge. He doesn’t care that you’re choking and your eyes are zooming out of focus from not being able to breathe. He doesn’t care that you could die from asphyxiation, he doesn’t care because you’re his sacrifice – if you can’t even do this simple thing, then how else could you prove you’re worthy to live?

You know this too because you force yourself to breathe through your nose instead, wanting to show that you are worthy, that you can please and take him however he pleases you to.

Naoya isn’t stupid, he can see what you’re doing and can read your mind even in his lust-driven state. Nothing edges him more than a good, submissive whore. Now that he knows you’re willing to do anything without complaints, Naoya pulls his cock out just seconds away from orgasm, pushing you back into the mat with a grunt.

“You’re so fucking good for me,” he hisses and pushes both your legs to the side, your body bent and pussy left open for him.

Naoya groans as he slides himself inside you. You’re wet enough that he slides in easily, but your virgin cunt is still too tight and new to this that you scream around him, subconsciously clenching around him harder.

“You’d do anything for me, yeah?” he challenges, cupping your face while he rams into you hard, uncaring that your walls are beyond abused and a ring of blood is already coating his cock. This isn’t the first time he’s taken someone’s purity, but this is the first time he’s had someone look gratified that he’s hurting them, fuelling him to fuck harder into you despite the steady stream of tears down your face. “Look at you – so obedient,” he pinches your nipples and rolls them between fingers, growling at the way your pained moan sounds more like an encouragement for him to go harder. “You want to please me so bad you don’t care I’m hurting you? Are you so eager to worship me that you won’t even stop me?”

“N-no, my lord,” you manage through the pain, regulating your breathing as you completely break down in tears. Naoya is hitting a spot deep inside you that makes your insides feel like they’re about to burst, and he takes note of this, pinching your clit just to get you to clamp down on him. “Please – use me however you want – please.”

Naoya smirks, pressing your knees flat on the ground before he hovers above you, forearms planted beside your head. At any other given moment, he prefers to fuck his sacrifices with their face planted on the ground because he can’t bear to see how disgusting they are, but you – you’re so damn beautiful it puts his fellow gods to shame.

Now yours is a face he’d like to keep looking at, so he roughly grabs your cheeks and squeezes them with his fingers, kissing your puckered lips and nipping at them.

You taste heavenly too; his servants did a good job of choosing honey as a gloss. Naoya greedily licks your lips until he’s shoving his tongue inside your mouth the same way his dick is ramming inside your walls, tight, puffy lips wrapped happily around his base.

You’re moaning inside his mouth as he squeezes your breast painfully. Never in your whole life have you thought that pain would feel so good, enticing you to moan louder when the sting finally subsides, replaced with the mind-numbing sensation of his thick length rubbing against every ridge of your walls. Naoya pulls his face away from you, his cum and your saliva sticky on your face and he chuckles, the sound stuttered and breathy, brows drawn together.

He looks down to watch the way you accommodate him; this is by far the tightest and wettest cunt he’s ever fucked – ever will fuck – that he doesn’t think he’ll be satisfied with any random whore’s pussy anymore.

Naoya frowns as anger bubbles up inside him, hatred making his cock swell inside you because how dare you make him wish he won’t take anyone again.

He wants more – want to kill more people, want to fuck more virgins, want to have more blood showering his skin until he’s bathed in glory and gore, but even though you’re the one he’s destroying, he’s slipping on the edge, too lost and hypnotized at the way your tight walls suck him in. Your moans don’t help either; they’re breathy and whiny, so defeated yet so eager to have more that Naoya grips your hips tight enough he might’ve cracked a femur from his godly strength.

Your scream this time is that of pain and loss, grappling on the sheets while white bursts through your eyes. Your orgasm comes crashing down on you overwhelmingly and you fall limp to the sheets, your translucent cum soaking his cock along with the previous blood, but Naoya doesn’t stop.

He keeps slamming into you until you’re mute from oversensitivity, hands cold with sweat and eyes empty while he uses you as his own fuck toy.

He gets there eventually, the room painted with his groans followed by a feral snarl, the rhythm of his thrusts turning sloppy and unbalanced. Naoya stills inside you after burying himself to the hilt, his crotch angrily rubbing at your pelvic bone as he cums. You whimper at the feeling of his warm seed spilling inside you in thick spurts. Naoya pulls out with a slight wince, scoffing at the mess you’ve made on his precious dick, but he’s forced to soften a little when he sees both your cum spilling out your hole in a messy puddle, the liquid coating your ass.

Meek as always, you don’t move a muscle when Naoya spreads your legs open, inching his face close enough to watch the way your pussy stutters and legs tremble in front of him.

You’re absolutely ruined – the puffy lips spread out and hole still pushing out the remnants of his cum. He doesn’t bother pushing them back in, uncaring if he’ll get you pregnant or not because it’s not like matters to him. You are nothing but another body to fuck and dispose of under the river once he’s satisfied with you, but he surprises both you and him when Naoya suddenly pushes two fingers inside of you, his eyes dark as he insists on keeping his seed right where they should be nurtured.

Now that he’s sure that will make your belly grow and provide him with a half-mortal heir, Naoya retrieves his robes and walks out the room, the slamming of the door shut similar to an impending doom of an imminent death.

But not yours.

You’ve fulfilled your duty as the death curse bearer of your clan; the greatest and most formidable weapon they’ve been carving to perfection the moment you’re born. The cracks in your bones and bruises on your body immediately heal as you turn to your side, chanting under your breath a hushed whisper of the words of your ancestors who’ve perfectly planned the death of the Zen’in God who’s made his people suffer for thousands of years.

They would be proud of you.

And as a body crashes outside the door followed by the frantic screams of his confused servants, you smile to yourself, falling into a deep sleep upon using your true gift.

[roaldseth]

HOT OLD MEN* of SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI

Mainline Edition

MegaTen isn’t known for its adult cast, but this is a chance to take a look at the hotties that go unlooked.

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*this is very subjective. There is age ambiguity, so “old men” is personal perception with some entries.

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Stephen (Shin Megami Tensei)

Hotness: ★★★☆☆

His face looks on the young side, but he still makes an entrance by being a silver fox. Dressed to impress, suits are hot. Glasses: also hot. The hair on his right side can either be hot or... not... depending on the art.

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Mekata (Shin Megami Tensei II)

Hotness: ★★★★☆

This man knows the importance of being well kept. Not only does he dress well, but keeping his hair in a timeless style for his age is just the icing on the cake. Not to mention grey is gold when it comes to a hot old gentleman.

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Tsuzumi (Shin Megami Tensei: NINE)

Hotness: ★★★☆☆

Two things: goatee and cheekbones. The stubble mustache he has makes the facial hair just asymmetrical enough so that it ties together with his mildly messy hair. Those lines near his eyes are also doing him many favors.

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Hikawa (Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne)

Hotness: ★☆☆☆☆

Not traditionally what we’d think of as hot with that hairline and trademark M styled bangs, but the man does have style, which carries his attractiveness. Forgetting the size of his forehead for his suit.

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Dante (Shin Megami Tensei III: Nocturne Maniax Edition)

Hotness: ★★★★★

Pushing the idea of being “old” (some consensus being mid 30s in DMC2), but if there was going to be a hot oldie rep for SMT3, it’d be Dante. He knows exactly what he’s doing with that chest out look.

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Gore (Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey)

Hotness: ★★☆☆☆

A strong and confident looking man with a solid, angular facial structure. The depth in those eye socks and the high-bridged nose make a man conventionally intimidating. Not much of a fan of baldness however.

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Irving (Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey)

Hotness: ★★★☆☆

Though rather average looking with a standard haircut, one can’t help but be charmed. It might be the smirk, or that slight rise in the eyebrows. Who’s to say, but Irving has this sense of being a hottie.

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Tyler (Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey)

Hotness: ★★☆☆☆

Another fine cut man with a sturdy jawline that captivates. His baby blues are something to stare at all day, but the proportioning of his face makes it seem a little awkward. The chin is small and his nose is long.

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Blair (Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey)

Hotness: ★★★★☆

Having the eyes of many worn years, there’s something to say in a man’s aged eyes. But that’s only the beginning. His beard gives that sophistication of being old. Though his face is rather long, it doesn't distract

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Jack (Shin Megami Tensei: Strange Journey)

Hotness: ★★★★★

This man is certainly a dark horse to the hottie scene. The wizened years outlining his brow, cheeks, and chin, the few tussled strands of swept back hair: poetic cinema. Mustaches aren’t for me, but he pulls it off.

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Hope (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

Hotness: ★★★★★

The perfect balance between beard, mustache, and haircut: short and just enough of unkemptness. It just works so well. The drooping lid on top of his steely grays and visible age lets you in on a man that has experienced life.

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K (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

Hotness: ★★★★☆

Another fine HELLO SIR type of man. His long, lion’s mane of curled hair of 80s rock star is something to run my fingers through. Although I will say his square jaw is not exactly my taste, but that’s not to say it isn’t great.

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Tayama (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

Hotness: ★★☆☆☆

I am usually a fan of the swept back hair, but something about it just isn’t working for me. But, dang, do he dress fine. That two unbuttoned down shirt showing he isn’t afraid. Tayama also really doesn’t show his age too much.

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Fujiwara (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

Hotness: ★★★☆☆

A casually dressed looker: Fujiwara is an interesting one. His gray hair and wide chin puts a lot of charm, and yet there's something about that dimple from the slight smile. But, other than that he's mainly average.

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Skins (Shin Megami Tensei IV)

Hotness: ★★☆☆☆

Not conventionally attractive, but those eyes are something to look at. They're just so cheery. The fact that his lower lip pouts outward isn't something I go for along with the baldness. But, not that there's anything bad.

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Nikkari (Shin Megami Tensei IV: Apocalypse)

Hotness: ★★★★★

There’s no bad place to start. He’s peak hot old man. I’m not disappointed that he doesn’t have gray hair because his color is still going and it looks so good on him. I’m sorry, Nikkari, you’re too hot for words.

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Boss (Shin Megami Tensei IV: Apocalypse)

Hotness: ★★☆☆☆

Boss would be more attractive if his hair wasn't a middle part. There's nothing wrong with it long, but it does look a little bland being equal and choppy cut on both sides. The rest of him however, very, very nice.

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Aogami (Shin Megami Tensei V)

Hotness: ★★★★☆

Despite not looking it, old man in my mind. Someone needs to be old in SMTV besides Yakumo. Also it is a mystery to me as to why he’s so good-looking. It’s probably the hair and that fierce look in his eyes.

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Hayao Koshimizu (Shin Megami Tensei V)

Hotness: ★★★★★

Like Aogami, I refuse to believe he’s not old. What does mark him different, and higher, than Aogami is his 3-piece suit and his hair being black, not blue. It does things, especially that smirk added to his face.

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Shohei Yakumo (Shin Megami Tensei V)

Hotness: ★★★☆☆

Besides his uniform, a lot is not really expanded upon with his face and hair. Short cut hair, high cheeks, and that particular line around his eye and bridge of his nose. The hat does add that seductive mystery though.

[laurfilijames]

Jealous Heart

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Requested by my naughty anon “E”, who wanted a needy/jealous smutty Kili. Thank you so much for coming to me for this! It’s been such a pleasure to write and I hope it meets your expectations. I’m honoured to have received this request- my first one ever! Enjoy your possessive and jealous Kili!

Pairing: Kili x female reader

Words: 3,222

Warnings: rated E. Vaginal fingering. M/F intercourse, unprotected. Kili is quite possessive in this.

Kili sat with his back rigid against the cold stone wall, arms folded across his chest, watching Y/N with fire in his eyes.

The tavern was bustling tonight. There was barely enough room to pass through the crowd to get to the bar for another ale, but still all Kili could focus on was you as if you were the only other person in the room.

He wanted you. Bad. But there you were for another night, laughing and being wooed by other patrons in the tavern. Other patrons who were far more suited to you than he could ever be.

The man who was currently stealing your attention, or caught completely under your spell was more like it, was a tall dark-haired man with a full, thick beard. His size towered over your frame, his rugged charm working to bring out your gorgeous smile, and the scene filled Kili with rage and jealousy.

He was a dwarf for pity’s sake, yet here this human sported facial hair that could challenge even Thorin’s kingly beard in all its glory! There was no way he could compete with that.

Kili felt like a disgrace, his mood continuing to fall as he began to pick at the bindings on his boot that was resting up on his knee.

How many times had he imagined you pressing your lips along his stubble-coated jawline, praising him for the intense pleasure he provided, begging him for more? Each time he touched himself it was to thoughts of you, pretending it was your gentle hands tugging on his hardened shaft. Since reclaiming Erebor he’d been with a few women, most of them eager to show their gratitude to one of their heroes, but the only one he really wanted, the only one he longed for, was you.

It seemed as though every other man in town- dwarf, elf or human- was captivated by you and tried for your affection. Who could blame them? You were perfect.

But watching them all set out after you night after night started to take its toll on Kili, the green-eyed monster rearing its ugly head in the depths of his heart.

“You need to make a move, Kili, or Y/N will be long gone before you even have a chance to call for another ale,” his brother said pointedly with a nudge to his shoulder, bringing him out of his thoughts.

He shook his head in defeat, glancing up to watch you throw your head back in laughter. Gods, you were a sight.

“There’s no use, Fili. I mean look at her!” he waved in your direction, your charisma infectious to everyone around you. But his doubt left him as soon as he looked your way again, feeling a rush of urgency to have you, to push away any man who threatened to seize you from his own reach, to claim you as his.

He sighed and looked at his brother beside him who took a long drag from his pipe, regarding you from across the room with an odd expression on his face. It almost looked as though Fili himself was considering making a move on you and the thought made even more anger rise up in Kili.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, having seen that same look on Fili’s face before when he was interested in a woman. He wouldn’t think twice about dumping his ale over his brother's head if it came down to it.

“No, no, I wouldn’t,” he assured him, “It just doesn’t seem like she’s actually enjoying herself,” he tipped his head in your direction, his moustache braids wagging with his movements. “You should go and rescue her.”

“You think?”

“Yes! Just go!” Fili gave him a hard push on his back, causing him to almost trip over his own feet as he stood from their table.

Kili took a deep breath before he made his way over, and when he was close enough he noticed a faint tinge of falseness in your eyes, an annoyed expression crossing your face. A feeling of possessiveness came over him now that he knew you weren’t interested in this man’s company, and he found it hard to control his anger.

“Kili! I was wondering when you were going to make your way over to see me!” you exclaimed with enthusiasm the second he joined your side, hoping he would catch the thanks that laced your tone for interrupting your conversation with the man who tried his best to persuade you into his bed each night.

“Y/N,” Kili greeted you shortly, staring up at the man across from you with a venomous look. “Is this man bothering you?”

You couldn’t help but notice how dark his eyes were and you wondered if the young Prince was jealous.

So you decided to have some fun, thinking maybe this was the way to get him to finally admit those feelings for you you always suspected he had.

“Not in the slightest,” you cooed, biting your lip to hold back your smile as his head whipped to look at you, his brows knitted tightly together.

When you saw his reaction, you couldn’t keep your face from splitting at his sheer disbelief that you could have been enjoying yourself. The other man sulked away and you sighed with relief, “I’m kidding! Thank you for coming over, I could only be nice for so long!”

Your hand automatically rested on his forearm, feeling the muscles shift underneath his skin when he clenched his fist, the movement sending a sensation through you that made your breath hitch.

Kili didn’t return your smile though. He looked at your hand that remained on his arm and shook his head slightly as he turned away from you.

“It’s nothing,” he said in a low voice, but you could see through his words. He leaned forward against the bar, forcing you to drop your hand from him, refusing to meet your gaze when you shifted your body to try and face him again.

“Is everything okay?”

“Fine.”

Another lie. You wanted to tell Kili just how badly you wanted him, that there was no way any other man could compare to him. You could sense his unease and longed to erase it with your lips, desperate to admit that anytime you were intimate with anyone it was him who you imagined being with.

Kili glanced over his shoulder, rolling his eyes when they met Fili’s who nodded at him to continue talking to you. He rubbed a hand over his face, strongly considering getting his next pint and heading back to the table without saying another word. There was no way he could muster the strength to push his jealous feelings aside and just tell you he fancied you.

But he was quickly persuaded, feeling the gentle touch of your hand on his shoulder.

“Kili, what’s wrong? You know you can tell me,” you said faintly. Even through the noise of the crowd your voice sang to him clear as day, and he longed to hear what other soft sounds he could coax from your lips.

“I can’t stand seeing you with other men,” he declared, the words leaving his mouth involuntarily as if staring at your lips had him in some sort of trance.

Your eyebrows flew up in shock as you processed his words, making him panic slightly. He reached for his full tankard and turned to leave, but stopped when you spoke.

“Why is that?”

He sighed again and brought himself to face you, looking at you with an unashamed need.

“I want you to be mine.”

You nodded slowly, hoping you heard him correctly over the commotion around you.

You’d had your eye on Kili ever since you were young, and seeing him now as a grown and proud warrior after reclaiming Erebor had you yearning for him even more. The truth was that you were often jealous of how much attention he received from other dams throughout the kingdom, constantly having to listen to them all gush over him. And now he was telling you he wanted you?

Not daring to miss your opportunity, you leaned your body close to his, pulling him toward you by tugging on his coat with one hand, the other moving to wrap around his muscular torso.

“I want you, too, Kili…”

His gaze made you squirm where you stood, his expression enough to break your boldness and make you want to submit to him right then and there.

Before you had any more time to think up the things you wanted him to do to you, Kili grabbed your hand and gave you the cheeky smile that made your heart do flips, spinning on his heel to drag you through the crowd behind him.

“Where are we going?!” you asked, surprised at his sudden ambition.

“Away from all of these people!” he explained over his shoulder, a mischievous look plastered on his face.

The pace of your steps matched his, equally zealous to get away from the crowd and find a quiet spot to be together, but before you even made it out the back door Kili turned toward you and pressed you against the wall, eagerly taking your lips in his.

His hands groped at you while your tongues collided, the warmth of his mouth and body radiating through whatever part of you he touched.

You moaned into him, his large hands pulling at your dress, trying to expose more of your chest to him. Kili’s lips left yours and flew to your neck, kissing a trail down your ticklish skin which made your moans turn to giggles. Just as he drove his thick thigh between your legs to part them someone walked past, interrupting your activities. You both broke out in laughter, unable to believe you were actually fondling each other in the hallway of the busiest tavern in all of Dale.

He attached his lips to yours again in a hurry, backing up to remove you from the wall and pulling you with him. You were stumbling over each other in your search for the exit, bumping into walls before finally crashing against the door that led outside.

You couldn’t get enough of each other and before you even made it around the corner you had successfully torn open his tunic, revealing dark hairs covering his strong chest. Your hands carded over his bare skin and you pushed your tongue deeper in his mouth, ecstatic to be in this moment with him.

You couldn’t help but squeal when he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his middle, carrying you the rest of the way over to a more secluded area behind the row of buildings.

“Kili, someone could see us!” you worried, but you didn’t truly care, knowing just how much you wanted the dark-haired archer. He placed you down, but you didn’t trust your shaking legs, your arms remaining around his neck for support.

“I know, but I need you, Y/N,” he looked at you with an ache in his eyes and you knew he meant it. “I need you now.”

You tugged at his hair as he consumed your mouth again, his hard cock pressing against the material of your dress which was straining to get through his trousers.

Your fingers fumbled with the laces on them, desperate to feel him in your hand. Teeth nipped at your neck in response to your endeavour, a deep groan leaving his mouth to air over your flushed skin as you reached in and freed his length. You knew he would be impressive in size, but this was more than you were expecting and your thighs squeezed together at the thought of him stretching you.

Your name came out of him with a hiss as you began stroking him, your thumb running small circles on his leaking tip, your touch turning him feral.

He bucked into your hand and attached his lips to yours once more, one hand clutching your waist to pull you closer while his other tore at your neckline to expose your breasts to him.

He parted from you to take the sight of you in, your bare chest heaving in anticipation, nipples taught in the cold, night air.

Kili’s face plunged to your cleavage, his hand squeezing the soft flesh of your breast as he sucked on your peak while he gathered the material of your dress to ruck it up over your hips.

Although you were almost delirious from his actions, you continued to slowly pump his throbbing shaft, pausing only when he glanced up at you with a possessive look. His fingers grazed up your quivering thigh and now lingered against your wet folds, waiting for your consent. You pushed your hips forward, a signal of your need for him to touch you more. He happily complied, plunging a large finger inside your warmth, his thumb finding your swollen bud to circle and press on it. A moan left you and your body shuddered to his touch as he moved his finger in and out of you, then adding another to stretch you further.

“Kili…” you gasped, gripping onto his broad shoulder as you rode his hand while still jerking your own along his length in a steady rhythm.

He removed his fingers from your fluttering folds and gripped around the back of your thigh, pulling your leg up to wrap around his waist. You felt his spongy head press against your wetness and you gasped at the sensation, more than ready to take him in.

“I will make you forget any other man who has ever touched you,” he vowed in a rough tone, and you knew it would be true.

Kili grabbed onto your bum, pulling you closer to his body as he pushed through your entrance. Your head fell back against the wall as you stretched to fit him, thankful for how wet he had made you. But even with the amount of slick that coated your walls, his girth was enough to make you whimper and cry out.

“Am I too big for you, amrâlimê?” he asked in a low, husky voice, his breath tickling beside your ear, still continuing to push deeper into you regardless of your answer.

“No, Kili,” you managed to say through a moan, “Please don’t stop.”

He moved to rest his forehead against yours, placing a gentle kiss on your lips as he bottomed out in you, his hips pressed firmly against yours.

“Good, because I want you to think of me with every step you take tomorrow.” His eyes were black in the moonlight, his words and his stare making you shiver. Kili moved so he was almost all the way out of you, making you miss the fullness he created, but thrusted back into you in one swift motion and you cried out again.

The sound of hips slapping against each other and your combined panting filled the quiet air as he worked to set a tempo, the tip of him contacting your deepest spot with every plunge that sent fire through your veins.

“You’re mine, Y/N,” he declared, increasing his pace, determined to prove it.

You tugged at his hair and nodded in agreement, pulling him closer to you to capture his parted lips once more, eager to have him fulfill his promise.

As much as you didn’t want this to end, you knew neither of you would be able to last long. Feeling every inch of his thick cock slide in and out of you, hitting the perfect spot every time had your head spinning, each pump rubbing his coarse hairs against your swollen clit, getting you closer to your end.

His name fell freely from your raw lips, a mantra to the ecstasy he was giving you, which only brought more inspiration to the Prince.

“Kili…”

“That’s right, say my name,” he begged as he gripped harder on your hip to allow more traction to pound into you with even more force.

In addition to his ferociousness, the things he was saying to you wasn’t helping to prolong your session either. Kili continued spilling possessive proclamations from his mouth any time your lips weren’t locked together, making you feel powerful to have such an effect on him.

“I will be the only man who gets to make you feel this good,” he said hoarsely beside your ear, his intensity somehow increasing.

A cry escaped your lips as you began to climax, your walls clenching tightly around his member, your nails clawing at his back.

“That’s it,” he coaxed you, “let go. Let me have you, ghivashel.”

Allowing your body to give in to what it longed for so desperately, you did just as he told you and let yourself fall, shuddering around him as you came harshly, Kili not holding back as he pounded you over the edge. You felt him pulse inside you, filling you completely with his spend. He growled and with a twitch came down from his own high, your bodies in sync with each other, working as one. His lips met yours again in urgency while he still rocked slightly within you, the thickness and heat of his seed feeling exquisite against your fluttering core.

Kili remained encased by you, enjoying the feeling of you around him as he slowly softened. His forehead pressed against yours as you shared the same breath, and he couldn’t help but relish in the satisfaction of having you. You were his…

“I’ve needed you for so long, Y/N,” he admitted, “I needed to make you mine. I couldn’t bear to watch another man touch you, let alone look at you for another night.” He brushed his nose against yours, his lips moving against yours faintly while he spoke. “I should have done this long ago.”

You gave him an eager nod, “Yes, you should have, Kili. But we can make up for lost time.”

His mouth consumed yours again, a silent agreement that this wouldn’t be the last time he would prove to you that you belonged to him.

After a moment he pulled away from you, breaking the seal on your lips as well as the connection that remained of him inside you. As if feeling the loss immediately, he looked at you with a worried expression and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” he asked you, searching your eyes with a gentleness that contrasted to his earlier passion.

“Of course I will,” you responded with a smile, seeing how your answer instantly brought one to his own face, his brown eyes glowing.

He kissed you sweetly and cupped your cheek with his warm palm, “Thank you. I want to be with you any moment I possibly can.”

Your smile grew at his confession, seeing the love he had for you, your heart swelling at what could come to fruition between you and the Prince.

Now that Kili had you, he knew he could never be without you. He took your hand in his and thanked Mahal as he led you through the night toward Erebor that he was now with his One, the only one he ever needed.

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Everything: @guardianofrivendell @midearthwritings @cassiabaggins @lilith15000 @trishthedishofreis @linasofia @unbeatablecurlgirl @the-poldarkian

Kili: @valquiria3000 @fandomfaery

[moon-kn1ght]

a suitable arrangement -- part iii: present rewards

pairing: Billy Russo x fem!reader word count: 2k warnings: grapefruit, soft!dom Billy, anal play, fem!receiving oral sex, p in v, (i like calling billy 'sir'). a/n: hi i'm a fucking simp for this man. enjoy!

summary: “You haven’t asked what your present is yet, I’m surprised,” Billy throws into the space of your bliss. You had almost forgotten about the reward he had dangled in front of you to play his game while he was gone.

part ii || series masterlist || main masterlist

You cried into Billy Russo’s arms when he arrived home. Relief flooded your body now that you had Billy, your Billy, home again. He hugged you tight and wiped the tears from your face as they fell.

That night, even though he may have been tired from traveling, you and Billy had sex. It was more than a feral ‘I missed you’ fuck — it was passionate and deep loving. With his cock buried deep inside you, he promised he’d never leave you again. With every orgasm he drew from your body, he assured you that you were the only one he was ever going to love.

Every time you cried his name, either a whisper or a scream, you told him that you were completely and inextricably his.

That night you fell asleep with him inside you.

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It’s the light touch of his lips on your skin, the slight graze of his stubble as it passes over your shoulder blades that wakes you up this morning. If you could live infinitely in the sensation of being halfway pulled from sleep by Billy’s loving touches, you would. Gentle, loving touches that create mountains of bliss and caverns of adoration.

You shiver as his teeth brush against the sensitive spot behind your ear, involuntarily alerting him to your consciousness. He does it again, so you turn over to face him, eyes still closed to be able to exist solely in the sensations he is giving you.

“Are you going to be a good girl or bad girl for me today?” Billy asks as his hand continues the work that his mouth started, roaming around your body.

“Mmmm,” you mumble as you shift your body to gain more contact with his skin. You rest your head against his warm neck and whisper, “Oh baby, don’t you know by now? I’m going to be both.”

Billy’s roaming hand grabs your ass and squeezes in response, eliciting a moan from your lips, which he traps in an open-mouthed kiss. “God, I love you,” he says when he breaks away from the passionate kiss.

You love this. You love Billy. You love your dynamic. There is a distinctly special joy that the two of you are able to bring out in each other. You know how to turn on the pilot light that simmers each other’s souls. No one else could truly understand the connection between you, like your minds were forged in the same fire a millennia ago and you’ve spent thousands of lifetimes fighting your way back to each other.

“You haven’t asked what your present is yet, I’m surprised,” Billy throws into the space of your bliss. You had almost forgotten about the reward he had dangled in front of you to play his game while he was gone. You guessed that with the adaptation he had to make for you, that you had put yourself out of the running for that present.

“I just thought that I lost the game, so I didn’t get whatever it was you were going to give to me,” you tell him.

“Oh no baby, you were perfect. Absolutely so goddamn perfect for me baby,” he praises, “You did so well, you deserve the moon if I could give it to you.” Billy wouldn’t lie to you. If he’s saying you did good, he means it completely.

You roll back toward him on the bed and kiss him deeply once more. He breaks the kiss to get up and grab a box from the closet. He hands it to you and you take in its appearance. It’s a small black box that fits nicely in your hand. It feels weighty but not heavy for its size.

“What is it?” You ask.

“Open it up baby,” Billy orders and you comply. Inside there is a velvet bag that contains a small metal that you recognize immediately: a butt plug. The bulb of the plug is bigger than you would have expected. It feels cold in your hands, and as you turn it over you notice that at the top of its neck there’s a pink jem adorning it, that looks like it will sit quite nicely against your hole.

You must have made some noise while you look over this new toy because a low laugh erupts from deep in Billy’s chest. “God baby, you look so pretty trying to wrap your mind around that going in your little hole,” he smiles. All you can do is nod your head in agreement.

“Tonight, we’re going to try it out, does that sound good to you?” Billy asks and you quickly agree.

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“Now this stuff isn’t going to make you numb down there, it’s just to help you relax,” Billy assures as he rubs a liquid against your tight hole. It smells like cloves and feels warm and maybe a little tingly? That might be your nerves playing tricks on you with the excitement of new sensations. His fingers against your hole feel both foreign and right, if that’s an option.

Billy removes his hand from your lower regions and slips it up under your shirt, palming and groping your breast. “It’s gonna take a little bit to kick in,” he adds as the rough pad of one of his fingers grazes across the tip of your nipple. You moan and arch into his touch.

Even though you spent the majority of the previous night with your boyfriend inside of you, there’s still a lingering desperation in your touches after his absence. New jolts of electricity spark across your body at each juncture of contact with him. You take off your shirt to be able to make more physical connection with him, melting against his bare chest.

Billy presses kisses along your jawline, down your neck, and across your collarbone. He stops to nibble at where your collarbone joins your shoulder and you can’t help but laugh when he makes eye contact with you, crinkles his nose, and does a little playful growl.

He moves down your chest and takes one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking on it gently. He brushes his tongue over the pert bud of your nipple causing you to let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. He nuzzles his face down your stomach and comes to rest in between your legs. He blows a stream of air onto your wet heat and you tense up with the sensation. He puts a hand on your thigh, reassuring you but also asserting his control over the situation.

“I need you to be relaxed,” he coos. “Can you do that for me baby?” He rubs your thigh and your tense muscles start to release. “I’ve got you, there’s nothing you need to worry your pretty little mind about besides letting me make you feel good,” he continues. “Use your words, I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes sir,” you respond. “I’ll be relaxed and let you make me feel good.” It already feels right to give over that power to him. To release control for the evening.

“Good girl,” he says before diving into your pussy. He licks his tongue across your folds, allowing for a moment to stop and swirl it around your clit. You buck your hips against his mouth. He laps up all your wetness that has gathered since the beginning of your play session. He wastes no time in diving his tongue up into your center. That sensation will never cease to release something primal in you, as you shout out his name. It quickly brings you to the edge of your pleasure, your thighs begin to tremble and he moans against your wet heat.

But he pulls away and you moan at the loss of feelings. He grabs the butt plug from the bedside table, and your muscles get tense again. He notices and scolds, “No babygirl, keep breathing and stay relaxed.” As he does this, he traces the pointed tip of the plug across your body. He draws a pattern over your chest, around each breast and then down your stomach, coming to rest at your center.

He lubes up his finger and dives back into your pussy, this time making movements to prolong the time before your climax. He spends more time near, but not against your clit with his tongue. Breathing lightly against your center, he takes his lubricated finger and presses firmly against your other hole. Your body is still a little tense, but the relaxing serum works it’s magic and he slides that finger past that tight ring of muscle and into your ass. The sensation is very foreign but also so good.

You moan as Billy adds a second finger into the mix. He purrs praises against your core, drawing you closer to your release. He takes his other hand and slides two fingers easily into your wet heat. He crooks them just right, to hit that spot on the inside of your walls and with that, runs his tongue across your clit. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast and leaves you delirious and Billy removes his fingers from your holes but continues to rub you through the throws of your climax.

In this state, you didn’t even realize that Billy had gotten the plug lubed up until you feel it meet your tight, puckered hole. Every nerve in your body is alive and sparking as he slides the object into your ass, the jeweled top coming to rest right in the valley of your ass cheeks. A pleasured moan escapes your lips.

“Holy shit baby, you look so fucking amazing,” Billy praises. “Does it feel okay?”

“Oh, yes,” you whimper. “I feel so full. Please, Billy, I want your cock inside of me too.” You writhe a little on the bed, trying to get used to this new feeling inside you.

Billy sinks his cock into your center, ripping a moan from deep within you. He buries his full length inside and then still, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of being filled in both holes.

“Can you give me a color baby?” Billy asks.

You’ve almost gone too cock-dumb to answer him, but you’re able to give him, “Green” and then you add a “please move, I need to feel it.”

Billy responds with a kiss to your neck, another reassurance that he’s going to take care of you. Then he sets a brutal pace, each snap of his hips sinking his cock deep inside of you.

You wonder if he can feel the extra pressure the plug is providing against your inner walls. This feeling of fullness brings you to your edge once more, and you are quickly losing control. Your walls grip against Billy like a vice, just as your other hole tightly grips the plug.

Billy can feel how close you are. He knows your body’s responses just as well as you do. Your eyes are closed, overwhelmed with the feelings of pleasure.

Billy places his hand on your throat and grips lightly. This pressure against your airway wills you to open your eyes, and above you, you see Billy’s intense smolder. There’s a special darkness in his eyes, a fire that is burned down to the embers but this burns for you and you alone.

He snaps his hips against you, the head of his cock brushing against that spot inside that causes you to unravel. Your thighs tremble once more.

“You’re mine. All mine,” he says, close to unraveling himself. “Say it,” he commands.

“I’m yours sir. I’m yours Billy. I will always be yours,” you chant like a prayer as you tumble over the edge of pleasure.

Spurred by your words and your grip on his cock, Billy soon follows you, shooting thick loads of hot seed deep inside your center. The feeling leaves you white hot with pleasure and the world seems to fade away.

When you come back from your post-climax haze, Billy has already begun to clean you up. He has removed the plug from your hole, and you already miss the feeling it provided. He wipes up his cum that leaks from your wet heat with a damp cloth.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, “Go to sleep babygirl. You were so good for me,” he orders softly.

“I’m yours,” you whisper as you drift to unconsciousness once more.

[saturnsstufff]

okay as a chubby girl myself I struggle with how I see myself and this idea makes my heart KSHDHSJS

okay so imagine IMAGINE

Request maybe 🤔🤔🤔

Okay,, you’re standing in the mirror yk in your mirror at technos house/cottage in your underwear and stuff, grabbing at the chub and stuff looking upset and not feeling good about yourself, and techno walking into the room and seeing this. yk him being upset that you feel that way Bc he thinks youre just so pretty 🥺.

IT COULD EITHER GO INTO A SMUT( 😏 where he SHOWS you how much he loves you and how pretty he thinks you are in the mirror) OR FLUFF WITH SOFT WORDS AND CUDDLES or both idk

*slams hand on desk* IVE BEEN WAITIN FOR THIS

I went with both, because I like options. I also based this off a little personal feelings so I hope it works!

My Goddess- Technoblade

Warnings: self conscious reader, swearing, NSFW

   The mirror. Your best, but worst nightmare imaginable. Some days you could look into it and see beauty within your curves. Spend endless minutes hyping yourself up. 'Man I look good' 'I am the fucking shit' 'damn look at that' all little things you tell yourself in pride. Because in those moments, you feel powerful. In those moments you feel like you own the world, that others are just lucky to breathe within your presence.

   However, there are bad days. There are days when looking into the mirror brings shame. Days when all you can do is grab at your stomach, and ponder of what you could have done, or what you will do. Its pressed that everyone is perfect in our own imaginable ways. Yet when you look at others, you cant help but be envious. Others can get away with wearing tight clothing, baggy clothing, any type of clothing. Yet when you try it on all you see is a box, if you wear tight clothing, every roll and muffin top pops out. It can be embarrassing.

   Techno never saw your curves as embarrassing however. He loved them. He loved the plush, soft skin of your tummy or your thighs. Your hips? don't even ask what he thought on hips, as long as they were yours. They were perfect.

   With that said, when he saw you saddened about your form he was slightly hurt. You thought he was beautiful, a hybrid of a monster. But yet you couldn't find the beauty within your rolls? Your plump little form? The very thing that made up you? If he ever found out who planted these seeds of lies in your mind, he would have words.

   If you felt confident enough to take the world by the horns, he let you. He would build you up with sweet words of encouragement. 'Well don't you look amazing...' 'you are looking beautiful as ever'. They were small phrases but they meant a lot to you.

   Techno isn't verbal with his love, or compliments really. He chooses to show it, words are just that. Words. Actions are done, are shown. They are physically put into motion. That's why he prefers it. But he also understands sometimes words are needed. They are needed to ease your nerves and doubtful mind.

   when he catches you glaring at your plump form in the mirror, he cant help but quickly move to your side. Kneeling and kissing up your body. Your arms, your thighs, everything. In the beginning he would let you look away. The idea of someone liking your body type left you uncertain, many times you would ponder if his endless kisses were done as a joke. But each and every time he would reassure you that it was real. That him loving you, loving your body. It wasn't in pity, it was in genuine love.

   Tonight was one of those bad nights. With Techno in the bath, you were left to change for bed. Wait for him to come out, and then cuddle the night away until the sun kissed the horizon.

   But well you changed your eyes fell to the mirror. Your eyes casually roamed your body. You were used to looking at it so nothing stood out of course. But as you shifted, you caught a few stretch marks within the candle light. They looked like streaks of lightning that were dragged across your skin. With a quick glance away, you pulled something over your form. Wanting to cover your body and deal with that mental baggage later.

   Of course the Hybrid that stood tall within the door frame held other ideas about that moment. The one thing that always put you at ease was Techno's size. Before you were in a relationship with him, you feared you wouldn't be able to wear your lovers clothing. Being a bit plumper meant "one size fit all" did not fit all. But luckily, with your roughly 6ish/7ish foot Piglin Hybrid of a lover, all of his clothing was a bit baggy on you. Technoblade was a very Built man, this came from his never ending training and his natural born strength of course. But even with him being built and big, the first time he asked you to sit on his lap had you hesitant. What if he found you too heavy? The idea of him asking you to move off would leave you completely mentally ruined. Of course when you finally sat he didn't utter any words besides praises. His hands running gently over your thighs, with a tight grasp he kept you close. When Techno saw you ease into his lap more often, he took pride in knowing you were comfortable enough to do it on a daily basis. That was when he upped the bar again. The day he asked you to sit on his face was the day you had a heart attack. You were so paranoid you would crush him. Of course he was all bemused smirks well you tried to think of excuses. Yet this man was able to ease your nerves and reassure you until you were comfortable once again. You would never forget how giddy he was to be between your thighs. That was the day he found his favorite spot.

   Before you could ease some bottoms over your underwear, this man had his arms around you. Pushing against your hands. His nose was nuzzled into your neck muttering gently "Please, leave them off for now..." with a brow raised you complied. You let the shorts drop to the floor, assuming you would be coming for them in a brief moment. You could smell the lingering sent from his shampoo. The fresh smell giving you great comfort.

   Techno moved you back to face the mirror, his head moving briefly so he could see you face yourself. With a light stubble scratching against your neck you felt the goosebumps rise. Your eyes met his ruby ones within the mirror. "Do you know, how beautiful you are?..." he asked rhetorically. Dragging out the words that he felt were important. You wanted to say no, but knew he wouldn't want that answer.

   "I think I'm alright..." you said softly. He hummed and pressed a loving kiss to your neck. His hands slowly fell down to the buttons of the shirt you were wearing. Skillfully he undid them without thought. When you had pulled a shirt on you didn't think much, but now saw that it was his you wore. Of course he didn't mind, he never minded.

   With the buttons undone he opened the shirt to expose your naked form. Every curve and roll on sweet display for him "You are beyond 'alright'... alright is basic. You know my goddess is beyond mortal definitions..." you gave a gentle smile at his charm, glancing away from his eyes. He didn't allow this tonight however. Instead he took your jaw and gently redirected it to the mirror. Meeting his gaze again.

   "My love... My goddess, you know your body rivals the gods, yes?..." you slightly shrugged, unsure if this was true. With another loving kiss he continued. "Persephone had rolls... She was just as plump as you my love..." you fallowed his eyes gently. Him comparing you to the beautiful goddess left you feeling better. If someone so divine could have rolls why couldn't you?

   He didn't stop there however. "If you cant see your beauty. Let me show you how beautiful you are..." his tone was pleading. Like a animal begging for spare scraps. You watched his eyes, his finger and thumb having control over your chin. You thought on his words and gave a brief nod to him. Trusting him and whatever he had planned.

   Instead of immediately kissing you all over, he pulled away. Firmly telling you to keep your eyes on the mirror. You felt a bit awkward standing there, your legs shifting closer underneath you. He soon came back however, his crown in hand. You could also see he had a simple gray towel around his waist, showing he was fresh from the bath.

   Your curiosity with the crown lingered, but you watched as he put it on your head. "You are a queen... My Queen... You will always be reminded of your everlasting beauty for as long as you are with me..." for not complementing a lot, tonight he was on a roll. Your eyes ran over the crown. The delicate and bright stones contrasting the shimmering gold well against your skin.

   He walked around to the front of you, leaning down to meet your lips in a loving kiss. His hand found a firm places on your hip, and on the plush skin of your ass cheek. With a gentle, but firm grasp he moved and rolled the skin beneath his hand. Loving how soft you were. With his hands working soft whimpers and moans out of you, his mouth devoured them. Eating every noise you made, cherishing them deep within his heart.

   Leaving your lips swollen he moved down. Kissing your jaw and neck. Planning to leave you a work of art. A show of how much he loves you.

   After your neck it was your chest. Soft plump breasts fitting ever so sweetly within his hands. With firm grasps he had you flushed red whimpering. Your eyes half lidded with the sweet lingering pleasure. Yet you still watched yourself and him, knowing to not disobey him.

   With soft kisses placed to the tops of your breasts and nipples he moved to your stomach. This is where you craved to look away. Wishing to hide yourself in his neck.

   "T..T-Techno..." he hummed acknowledging your words. But he still pressed light kisses down to the hem of your underwear.

  “Keep your eyes on the mirror." He said, pulling them down. Helping you step out of the discarded clothing. You couldn't see his face. Only his backside was facing the mirror, and even then his long wet hair hid most of his toned back.

   His fingers ran through your slit briefly. His rings offered a major temperature difference between your heat and the cold metal. With a little squirm his hands moved and held you in place. Desiring to keep you in place before he moved his head in and started to devour you. Eating you out like it was his last meal on earth.

   With a ever so sinful cry, you gripped at his hair. Begging for your knee's to not give out. With one hand on his head, the other one flew to the crown on your head. Trying to keep it on well you easily hunched over from the overwhelming pleasure. Techno never failed to leave you speechless- or should we say, he never left you quiet. Even if you could see yourself, you didn't think you would be able to focus much. Your eyes were tightly shut well your mouth ran between being in a 'O' and being locked shut.

   He did pull back from your folds to speak. Earning a cry from you. You were getting close and him pulling away was painful. "You can cum. But you have to keep your eyes open" you nodded profusely. Agreeing to anything if it meant feeling his lips back on you. He lingering a moment. Making sure your eyes opened before he leaned back. Taking his time to show your clit attention before going back to his main course.

   With your eyes looking back at you. You were unsure if you were ashamed with how blissed out you looked or happy. The whole scene in itself was erotic. You were incredibly small compared to the giant between your legs. His only drive to please you completely. Your eyes never left the mirror as he ate you out to your climax. Your hips stuttering and bucking, but proving no use to his iron grip. When you came he waisted no time at cleaning it up. He had no shame, that your cum was running down his chin. He was happy when you were pleased. And he knows you are definitely pleased after that climax.

   But he wasn't finished. With your legs weakening he helped you down onto his lap. He let you collect yourself against his chest for a few moments his hand ran over your back.

   "Doin' ok there Princess?..." you nodded slowly. Your chest rising and falling fast well you try and calm yourself. "Think you can do one more?" You nodded again well he pressed a kiss to your forehead, acknowledging your response. Adjusting his crown on your head, he moved so the mirror was beside you two. Showing both of your bodies, with the towel acting as a thin barrier.

   When you both were situated he did remove the towel. With a strong arm he lifted you up and positioned his hardened cock at your entrance, wasting no spare moment to fill you up. Well you did try to hide within his neck, it proved no use. He made sure to turn your head to the mirror.

   With your eyes hitting the mirror you saw how his head was beside yours. Your cheek was pressed to his chest well his was pressed to your forehead. His eyes lingeried your body. Drowning in your blissed out form. He found you utterly perfect.

   Well your bodies were connected, it almost looked like art. With techno's sharp gaze and your blissed out reddened cheeks, the contrast was there but yet they went together in perfect harmony. With the roll of his hips he made sure to keep your eyes on the mirror. Wanting to drag out every cry and moan you could utter. He set his pace at a rhythmic thrust, wanting to not only pleasure you, but himself as well. Well you griped to his sides, he kept his hand on he back of your head gently. Wanting to keep your head facing the mirror. With sweet sinful praises he coached you to a second orgasm, his fallowing close behind. He kissed your head gently, keeping you close to him well he felt himself soften. when his eyes met yours in the mirror he smiled softly. 

“Look at how beautiful you are... Always so, so beautiful Princess...”

[yespolkadotkitty]

another one SO THIRSTY for size kink #2

Part I here 

Words: 1290 ~ Warnings: P in V sex, unprotected sex, oral sex, FEELINGS

Pairing: Pero x fem! reader

***********

The Spaniard looks at you as if he cannot quite believe the words that passed your lips. “You mean this, gatita?”

You nod, breathlessly.

“After dark,” he murmurs, and he is impossibly close. His scent, polished leather, lemon oil, and the musky smell of clean sweat, surrounds you. “I will come to you, si? By the tree of sorrow.”

The weeping willow. Pero likely didn’t know the English. You nod. “By the tree. When the moon is up.”

He strokes his thumb along your lower lip. The rough caress of his callused skin sets your nerves alight. You poke your tongue out, a little tasting his skin, salty, warm.

He bites back a curse. “Until then.”

And then he’s gone in a few heavy footsteps, just the memory of his touch remaining. You smooth your index finger over your lip, and wonder how he will feel inside you.

******

The moon hangs heavy and fat in the sky, a near perfect circle, when you slip out of the straw bed you share with Cara.

“Oi,” she whispers, her eyes still closed. “Where you going?”

“Chamber pot.”

“No you ain’t. Going for a poke are you?”

You scoff, although you love her. “Don’t tell on me.”

“Go get him,” Cara mutters and turns over, pulling your side of the thick blanket more fully on to her own body.

You kiss her forehead and open the door very carefully. For once, God - or the Devil, considering your destination - is on your side and it doesn’t creak. 

Pero is silhouetted in the moonlight; his expression hidden by the draping branches of the willow tree. Its leaves sway gently in the night breeze, framing him, like a hero in a myth.

But you know better than to believe in bedtime stories. The man kissed by moonlight is no more than flesh and blood, and no less than you want.

You reach him and he holds out his hand. His palm is so large as he folds his fingers around your own.

“Bonita,” he whispers.

“What is that?”

“Pretty.”

You feel heat creep up your face. You’ve been called a lot of things; not usually pretty. You tug his hand. “Come on.”

“Impatient?” he teases. “I like this.”

You grin back at him.

Like children you scamper down to the copse, led by the glow of the moon, gazing down upon you like a blessing or a complicit friend.

Without warning, Pero scoops you up and carries you, and you squeal, slapping your hand over your mouth so you won’t be heard. 

“Never been carried like a lady,” you whisper into his neck. His thick stubble tickles your lips and it’s wonderful.

“Then it is past time for this, no?”

That he can look past your dry hair and chapped hands and plain figure and see a lady, warms your heart.

He lays you down in the circle of trees and you tense at the feeling of - a pile of blankets?

“Pretty sure most soldiers don’t supply this treatment,” you smile.

“Perhaps I want to be invited back, gatita.”

“By me?”

“Who else?”

He braces himself over you, and he is so big; so wonderfully broad. You lift your hands and smooth them over his wide shoulders. He feels warm and firm under the tunic and your tummy flips; your lower body pulling with desire; every nerve winding up tight.

You expect him to begin, then, but instead, he kisses you.

Just the brush of his lips over your own to begin with, teasing, light, and then as you tug at his hair and pull him closer, he uses his tongue and teeth, and you open for him. He licks into your mouth, and each stroke of his tongue in that parody of the most intimate act makes you wetter.

“You have done this before, no, bonita?” Pero asks against your lips.

You nod.

“Very well,” he says, moving to kiss your neck, and you are relieved beyond words that he wasn’t expecting an untouched maiden. That isn’t the kind of life you live, you are hardly a gentle noblewoman in a high tower. 

You clutch at him as he makes his way down your body, uncovering you one slow inch at a time. Fireflies dance in the long grass between the trees. Your toes curl as he latches on to a nipple, and you clench one hand in his soft, worn dark tunic.

“Little kitten,” he murmurs against your damp flesh. “So perfectly formed.”

You thrill to his touch as he continues to undress you slowly by the light of the moon. You touch him your fair share, too, his hair, his shoulders, feeling under his tunic to trace the fierce scars on his back.

When he finally, finally spreads your legs and slides between them, his mouth biting gently at your inner thigh, you could scream from the need for him.

“This is what you want, no?”

“Yes,” you breathe.

His large hands settle on your hips and he begins to feast on you like a man starved.

When you come, you buck into his mouth and you bite your own hand to keep from crying out.

When you float back into your own body, he is braced over you, rubbing the blunt head of his heavy cock through your wetness, and your muscles clench; the want spirals all over again.

“Pero.”

“I’m here, cielo.”

You don’t ask what the new word is. You want him too much for that. You wrap your legs around his broad, firm hips, and dig your feet into his ass. He feels big, and you wonder if you can take him.

He pushes gently into you, letting his forehead drop against yours. The scar over his left eye is bathed in moonlight, curved in sharp relief against his golden skin, and you lift a hand and stroke it gently.

“Beautiful,” you murmur.

“That is my line, is it not?”

“Men can be beautiful.”

He pushes in a little further. The stretch is bittersweet - velvet fire.

“Good?”

“Very good.”

You clench your muscles and he breathes raggedly.

You’ve never had this much power over a man before. You do it again.

“Wretch,” he rasps, but it’s teasing; loving. He moves, then, just a little, and licks of pleasure flit up your nerve endings.

“Again.”

And he complies, over and over, and you clutch him to you as he makes love to you under the watchful kiss of moonlight.

After, you sprawl across him. His torso is littered with scars and so firm and broad that you can use him as a bed.

“Sleep, gatita,” he whispers into your hair. And so you do.

*******

The Spaniard stays.

He stays to make love to you by moonlight - sometimes in the copse, sometimes in a secluded corner of the barracks storeroom, when all others are out on a hunt. One memorable time in the kitchen before dawn, when he drizzled honey over you and oh, so slowly, licked it off.

He stays and ends up semi-adopting the kittens from the barn cat. They trail around after him. His fellow soldier, William, the Irishman, mocks him mercilessly. Pero can often be seen carrying the runt of the litter around in a little pocket you fashion for him, attached to his leathers. 

Anyone who questions this receives a death glare in return.

He stays to train new soldiers.

But most of all, he stays because he has won your heart, and because you hold his in your hands.

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[lokifantasies]

Overprotective (Loki/Reader*)SMUT

Requested by anon

Word count: 4200

Loki always knew how to keep a secret from you – being the God of Mischief and Lies certainly helped. However, most of the time, the secrets he kept from you were ones that you loved rather than heartbreaking ones. Tonight was no different.

You walked into the large bedchamber that you and he shared. The curtains were open so that the stars shone perfectly, there were green candles lit on each side of the bed, and a trail of white roses guided you to the bathroom, where you saw your husband of two months sitting in a hot bath.

"Finally," he grinned – watching as you slowly walked towards him. "Join me."

You looked at him skeptically. "My love, what are you doing?"

Loki stood up and walked out of the tub. You gasped at the glorious sight before your eyes as if you'd never seen him nude before. His body was perfect – his abs sculpted to the perfect size and shape. Slowly, he started taking your dress off your shoulders, and you watched him with anticipation. This was a first, you had to admit. The two of you had slept together more than anyone could ever imagine, you've been on dates, and you were even husband and wife, but there was something different about him this time. "Loki," you said, drawn out in a warning tone. Finally, he stopped and held your hands with his – deeply kissing the backs of them.

"I love you," he whispered.

"And I love you," you answered with a curious tone. "Loki, my dear, what's going on?"

Loki sighed and put his robe on. You followed his actions and quickly put your silky bathrobe on as well. He guided you to the bed the two of you shared, and he sat at the end of it – pulling you to straddle his lap. You searched his eyes for some sort of clue as to what was going on in his mind, but he knew how to keep you from reading him.

Loki let out a deep breath and blurted out what was on his mind. "Let's have a baby."

Your eyes widened, and you let out a shocked breathe. For a few seconds, you tried to form words – looking into his gorgeous blue eyes for any sign of mischief. There was none. "Love?" he finally uttered, pulling you out of your shock.

"Sorry," you apologized. "I just – I wasn't...expecting that."

"I understand," Loki said softly, rubbing your cheek with the back of his hand. "I couldn't think of any other way to say it."

You shook your head. "No, no, that's not it," you clarified, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with his hair. "Are you sure about this?"

Loki nodded. "I am," he answered. "It doesn't have to be right now, though, but now that we're married, that seems like the next logical step to take."

"I want a baby too," you said softly, bringing a grin to Loki's face. "I don't...I mean...are you sure we'd be good parents?" you asked, feeling slightly nervous. "Our childhoods weren't exactly fairytales, Loki."

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Lovebug, our childhoods are perfect examples of what not to do."

"Can I ask you something?" you inquired softly. Loki nodded. "Why?"

"Why do I want a baby with you?" he asked, making sure he understood you. You nodded in confirmation, and he gave you a smile. "Because I want our family to go on forever," he answered. "Because I love you more than anything in Yggdrasil. Because I want to be as close as possible with you. Because I want to hold the product of our love in my arms and protect it with my life. Because I –" You cut him off with a deep kiss that knocked him back onto the bed. "Are you sure?" he asked with heavy breaths.

"Three thousand percent," you grinned before going back to explore his mouth.

Loki held you close, grabbing the back of your head and lacing his fingers through your hair. You held his face in your hands and felt the slight stubble on his jaw. Loki moved up towards the head of the bed, and you followed along with him – straddling his lap once more, lying chest-to-chest as the two of you kept swallowing sounds being produced from each other. Loki wrapped his arms around you and began to rub your back – slowly making his way to your behind that he loved so much. You giggled as you felt his hands move slowly, and he returned with a chuckle and a bite of your lower lip. Usually, you would let him be in control, but this night, you felt rather bold. You grabbed his hands and held them above his head, smirking at him while he looked shocked.

"Love," he purred, trying to reach up to your neck. "You'd better be careful."

You took a deep breath in. "No," you growled in his ear. Causing his erection to become large enough to touch your core through the bathrobes. "Your hands will stay up here," you ordered. With a lustful gaze, Loki nodded and licked his lips.

You let go of his hands, and to your surprise, he actually obeyed. You started to peel the bathrobe off his body – kissing his chest as it became exposed. Loki was fighting to not move his hands, grab you, and dominate you, but he knew how important this was to you. Your hands found their way down to his hips, and you finished untying the robe and peeling it back. Finally, with your husband bare before you, you again sighed at the sight of the god.

"Does my wife like what she sees?" Loki said in a sultry voice with his hands still above his head.

You nodded your head and resumed kissing your way down his body. Once you were above his erect, throbbing member, you kissed the short, curly black hairs and massaged his balls, bringing forth a moan from him.

"If you move your hands at all, then I'll stop," you threatened, knowing that it was becoming harder for him to contain himself. He didn't answer, so you licked the underside of his cock.

"Yes," he gasped.

"Yes, what?" you urged him on, teasing the tip of his member.

Loki groaned. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good boy," you muttered before going back to placing your kisses.

You made sure to kiss every inch of his cock – top, bottom, sides, and tip. You knew what drove him insane, and you knew how to tease him viciously, and he had no choice but to endure it and follow your rules if he didn't want you to stop. Finally, you took him into your mouth and moaned at his taste – the precum that had been leaking from his tip.

Loki tasted wonderful, as usual, but it wasn't wonderful in the sense of sweetness – he was primal. He tasted like a true man – a true god. He moaned and fought to keep his hands up as you swirled your tongue around his tip and sucked his shaft like he loved – bobbing your head up and down. Whatever you couldn't fit in your mouth was stroked by your hand, and your other hand kept its attention on his balls – making sure he was as turned on as possible. Loki watched with heavy eyelids as you went up and down on him – spitting on his cock and letting your saliva fall from your mouth onto him every now and then.

"Please," he began to beg you.

You chuckled – sending another vibration through his body. "Please, what, husband?"

"Please," he groaned again. "Please let me finish."

"Hmm," you pondered, sending yet another jolt of pleasure through him. "No."

You took him out of your mouth and kissed the tip of his cock before looking up and smiling at him innocently.

"Lovebug," he began, getting more impatient. "I obeyed your rules."

"I know," you whispered as you crawled up to him and let him taste himself on your tongue. "Keep obeying me. It'll be worth it," you purred.

"If it's not, then I'll have to punish you," he threatened. You grinned at him, and then his eyes widened. "Dear," he started in a warning manner, "don't tell me that was your goal."

You leaned back over him and hovered your face above his before moving to his ear. "It was," you whispered. "What're you going to do about it."

In a flash, your bathrobe was off, and you were underneath the God of Mischief.

"What am I going to do about it?" he growled, nipping at your neck. "What do you think I'm going to do about it?" You sighed in response as you felt his hand make its way down to your soaking wet cunt. The ability to form words had left you, and the only thing you were capable of was moaning at his touches. "Oh my," he purred in your ear. "Sweetheart, you are dripping wet for me." You could only nod in response, breaths coming heavy, your breasts rising and falling in rhythm. Loki soaked one of his fingers in your wetness and brought it up to your lips. "Here," he coaxed you into taking his finger into your mouth, "have a taste."

You eagerly licked his finger clean, moaning at the taste of your need for him. With a dark and lustful chuckle, he soaked his finger again, but this time, he licked it clean. You playfully whined at the act, so he obliged and soaked his finger for a third time – watching you taste yourself once more. Seeing you so needy for him turned him on more than anything else. "That's my good girl," he complimented you, taking a nipple into his mouth. You panted at the sensation of his tongue slowly swirling around your hardening peaks. He moaned shamelessly at the texture and taste of them. "I will be sure to enjoy these until our child needs them," he muttered.

Up until that moment, you somehow forgot what the two of you were actually doing, but instead of being nervous, the thought of your god impregnating you turned you on even more than you already were. Loki started kissing his way down your chest just as you had done earlier. When he got to neatly groomed, short hairs that decorated your cunt, he placed deep, loving kisses on the area where your child would grow once conceived. You bent your knees for him, and Loki wasted no time in diving in – holding your thighs far apart and as wide as they could go with his hands. He chuckled as you writhed beneath him, and you grabbed hold of his dark locks, pulling him as close as you could to your aching, needy core. Loki inserted his tongue as deep as he could into your entrance – massaging what he could reach. You couldn't help but throw your head back and moan at the stimulation. Soon, you felt his cock line up to your entrance, and he crawled up to you to plant a kiss on your swollen lips.

"I love you," he hummed in your ear before placing a kiss on your cheek.

"I love you," you answered through your panting. "Please, Loki," you started to beg.

Without another word and with a deep kiss, Loki slowly entered you in one easy motion. Both of you moaned at the feeling of being one, and he threw your legs over his shoulders so he could reach your g-spot better. You pulled his face to yours and kissed him as hard as you could – trying to convey your love to him. His hands found their way to the back of your head, and he held it carefully with his strong hands. Loki slowly moved in and out of you, driving you closer to your climax by the second.

"Do you like that?" he growled in your ear.

"Yes," you managed to sigh. "Don't stop. Please."

He chuckled with a deep voice. "Oh, my love, I don't intend to." He placed a kiss where your neck met your chest. "I'm going to ensure that you are well sated." Then he took one of your nipples into his mouth. "I'm going to make sure that your pussy is overflowing with my seed." His mouth found its way to the other nipple. "I won't quit until I'm certain that you carry my heir."

Those words coming from him were enough to send you over the edge into a blinding, orgasmic bliss. You threw your head back, arched your back off the bed, and clawed at Loki's back – driving him to ravage you harder. Screaming his name at you felt your walls clench around his cock; you could also feel yourself squirting on him – coating him with your cream. He guided you through your orgasm and slowed his pace as you began to come back. Your eyes opened, and for a few seconds, everything was a blur, but when you saw Loki smiling down at you, you moaned, and your sight returned. That was the first orgasm of many to come that night. Over and over, Loki pushed you over the edge – keeping to his word on making sure you were beyond satisfied.

Loki could tell that you were becoming exhausted and that you were starting to become sore from his repeated thrusting, so Loki decided that he would let you ride him for the final round of the night. You straddled him, but instead of lying on his back, Loki sat up so that you were on his lap. For the final time that night, his cock slowly entered your well-fucked cunt, and both of you sighed at the feeling. He let you set the pace, helping you by holding your hips and moving you up and down on his cock – never going faster than you wanted.

"Come in me," you whispered to him, holding your forehead to his – both drenched in sweat.

Loki smiled and stilled in you – brushing your hair behind your ears. "Gladly," he replied as he started moving with you again.

You could feel him start to shake, and his thrusts became more uneven. At the last moment, you leaned back and pulled him down on top of you – wanting him to take control. He happily obliged, and you wrapped your legs around his back – locking your ankles to hold him as close as possible. He moved a little bit faster – getting himself around the last corner, and then he desperately reached for your face. He grabbed your chin with his hand and gently turned your head so that he could easily capture your lips. As he did, you heard him let out a small moan – one that grew much louder once he started spilling himself inside you for the last time that night. It was clear that he had been controlling himself all night, waiting until this moment to truly go over the edge. You could feel his warm seed filling you up, so much so that you felt the overflow start to come back out, but Loki just thrust himself back in. Your walls throbbing around him only made his orgasm more intense, and the sounds of your fluids mixing were almost as loud as your moans of pleasure.

"I love you, Y/N," he whispered on your lips.

He had tears in his eyes, as did you. "I love you, Loki," you whispered back, placing a kiss on his nose. "Thank you."

2 Months Later

Your face was glowing, your smile brighter than it had ever been as you made your way to the bedchamber that you and Loki shared. You were practically skipping your way there. Finally, you were at the door and went to open it but stopped – suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety wash over you. What were you going to say? How were you going to say it? What would his reaction be? You didn't have much time to think about it because Loki must have heard your footsteps. He opened the door and looked at you.

"Did you forget how to open a door?" he teased you, walking back into the room with you slowly following. You kept quiet and tried to get your thoughts in order. "Babe?"

"Sorry," you shook your head and smiled. "No, I just...it's," Loki looked at you with a raised eyebrow, confused at your hesitation. Finally, you exhaled a deep breath and spoke. "I'm pregnant."

You watched his face for a reaction, which at first was just a blank stare with rapidly blinking eyes. Eventually, a smile crept across his face, and his eyes glistened with tears.

"Really?" he asked, trying to hold back his excitement, afraid that you may be tricking him. You bit your lip and nodded rapidly. "Oh my God," he sighed and picked you up into his arms – planting a kiss on your lips followed by small pecks all over your face. "This is amazing," he said, his voice muffled in your hair. "Holy..." Finally, he put you back down on your feet and guided you over to the bed. "May I?" he asked as his hand hovered over the non-existent baby bump.

"Yes," you nodded quietly. Loki placed his large hand flat against your stomach and smiled as he thought about the baby growing within. "It's about the size of a pea," you told him.

"It won't be for long," he answered, looking up to your eyes while leaving his hand in its place. "How are you feeling?"

"Nervous," you chuckled. "Um, excited, scared, tired."

Immediately, Loki moved to let you lie down on the bed. "Then my queen shall rest," he insisted.

You giggled. "Loki, it's fine," you told him. "I'm just a little sleepy."

"Any nausea?" he asked with worry. "Tell me if you're nauseous, and I'll have the healers bring anything that will help."

"My love," you chuckled, placing your hands on his shoulders. "I'm fine," you swore. He looked at you skeptically but finally relented.

"You'll tell me that moment you aren't, right, lovebug?" he asked, his eyes wide and written with concern. You nodded and bent down to kiss him. "Also, if anyone does anything you don't wish to be done, just let me know, and I'll – "

You cut him off by pushing him backward on the bed and straddling his lap. "My husband worries too much," you whispered in his ear. "I think he needs to relax a little."

"I cannot help it," he answered. "My wife carries our child."

7 Months Later

"I am so sorry, Thor," you apologized as your dragged Loki away from his older brother. "Please, forgive him – he's not in his right mind."

"Next time, I swear I'll kill you!" Loki yelled, finally giving up the fight with you and exiting the room.

"Loki!" you yelled, stopping Loki from walking away. "Get back here. Now!"

Loki turned around and tried to wrap you in his arms, but you backed away. "Love?"

You scoffed and shook your head. "Seriously?" you asked. "What is your problem?"

Loki looked offended. "My brother could have hurt you!" he defended himself. "Hurt our daughter!"

"Oh my God," you rolled your eyes. "Loki, it was just a hug. That's it. We're fine."

"I don't care," he continued to argue. "Our daughter is growing within you, and I won't risk any harm to either of you." Tears started to gather in your eyes, and Loki quickly closed the gap between the two of you. "Lovebug, come here," he said softly as he pulled you into his arms and rocked you gently. "I apologize for my behavior," he started, placing a cheek on the top of your head. "I just...I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to either of you." He placed a hand on your stomach that held your daughter and wiped your tears with the other. "I can't help being protective of you."

"You're not being protective, Loki," you quietly retorted, wiping the last of your tears with the back of your hand. "You're being overprotective."

"Why is that a bad thing?" he asked, desperate for an answer. "Why is it bad for me to want to protect the two loves of my life?"

"It's not," you sniffled. "But you're attacking your own brother for just giving me a hug," you pointed out. "You and I both know that Thor would do anything to protect his niece."

"You're right," he conceded. "I may have been a bit over the top."

"A bit?" you scoffed.

"Okay, a lot," Loki finally admitted.

"Now, go apologize to him," you ordered.

Loki easily complied with your request, and he walked back into the room. As the door closed behind him, you felt a cramp in your stomach. You grabbed and massaged it – trying to soothe it, but it didn't want to go away. Out of nowhere, the cramp grew to a more painful feeling, and you leaned against a column to steady yourself – taking deep breaths and waiting for it to go away. During your pregnancy, you had more gas than you thought you would, but this was not that. You were certain of that fact when you felt a gush of water spill between your legs and onto the floor.

"Uh oh," you mumbled to yourself. In a panic, you turned your head towards the door and wished for Loki to walk back through it. "Oh, come on," you hissed through gritted teeth. "You never want to socialize." Afraid to move, you leaned on the column for a few more minutes, but you decided it was best to head back towards the gathering – Loki was probably thinking you were going to come back. To your relief, a guard approached you as you slowly made your way down the wall and towards the door.

"Princess Y/N," he called out, running over to you. "Are you alright?"

"No," you sighed, pointing at your stomach and the wet trail you left. "Loki – go get Loki."

Understanding the urgency, the guard sprinted towards the room where everyone was gathering and called out on his way.

"Prince Loki! The princess is in labor!" he yelled loudly.

Loki must have heard him because he quickly opened the door, letting it slam against the wall, and Thor came out behind him, followed by their parents.

"Loki," you whined as he picked you up in his arms. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he started running towards where the healers were. "Loki, she's coming. It hurts," you cried.

"I know, my love," he said softly, trying to hide his own anxiety. "It's going to be alright."

Thor, Frigga, and Odin closely followed Loki as he carried you to the healers. Once the two of you arrived, you were placed on a bed, and the healers examined you – determining how long it would be until your daughter would be born. The three family members were able to see you before your contractions grew too close, and Loki made it clear that he would not leave your bedside for anything. You grabbed for his hand and squeezed it as one of the worst contractions came.

"Are you ready, Princess Y/N?" one of the healers asked, wanting to make sure you were prepared for your daughter to be born. You nodded, unable to speak due to focusing on your breathing. Carefully, the healers placed each of your feet in the stirrups at the bottom of the bed and readied themselves for the birth of the new royal family member.

"I'm right here," Loki whispered, placing a kiss on the side of your head. "You can do this – just squeeze my hands." He wrapped his other arm around your shoulder so that you could reach up and grab his other hand, using both to help with the pain.

The healer delivering the baby counted down, and once she reached zero, you took a deep breath in and push down into the bed as hard as you could.

Delivering yours and Loki's daughter took a surprising twenty-five minutes, and it was the most painful, bloodiest, difficult, yet happiest twenty-five minutes of your life. After the final push, you felt her slide out of you and into the healer's arms, who immediately placed her on your chest that was only covered by a blanket. For a few seconds, she let out a wail, but it quickly subsided, and she began to coo the best she could.

"Oh my God," you gasped through tears and panting breaths. "Loki, look."

Loki placed a kiss on your cheek and rubbed your daughter's bloody head. "She's perfect." She looked like her father – pale skin and dark hair. Hopefully, when she opened her eyes, they would be the same magnificent blue. "Thank you," he whispered.

"I was wrong," you said flatly as you admired the small being squirming in your arms.

"About what, lovebug?" he asked, similarly admiring the beauty you held.

You looked over at him and smiled wide, placing a kiss on his lips. "There's no such thing as overprotective."

[yeet-me-dad-dy]

Happy Birthday Mammon, '21

Warnings: Smooches

Summary: You take Mammon to the human realm for his birthday.

Characters: Mammon x GN Reader

Fandom: Obey Me! Shall we date?

You woke early the day of Mammon’s birthday, before anyone but Lucifer was up, and padded on bare feet to his bedroom. The door was cracked, and soft orange light spilled lazily into the hall. You pushed the door open, stepped in, and closed it silently behind you. Lucifer stood in front of his wardrobe as he got dressed.

“Morning,” you greeted with a yawn.

“Good morning,” he replied as he turned toward you with a lazy smile.

“Is everything set for today?”

He nodded and finished buttoning his shirt, then reached for his vest.

“Barbatos is expecting you before dinner tonight, and then tomorrow around noon. My D.D.D is on and charged, should you need anything or Mammon gets into trouble, and my brothers have been instructed to be nice to him… As nice as they can be, anyway.”

You smiled and released a breath you didn’t realize you had been holding. If Lucifer was confident that all was prepared, then you could relax. You just really wanted Mammon’s birthday to be perfect.

“Thanks for helping me with this, Lucifer,” you said.

“Of course. Mammon may be the scummiest of us, but I suppose he does deserve a good day now and then.”

You frowned and crossed your arms over your chest. You hated when they said things like that about him.

“Sorry,” he apologized. “That’s a habit I’m actively trying to break.”

“You’re forgiven,” you chuckled.

You didn’t need to get into another fight about how the brothers treat Mammon. You’d already thoroughly ripped into each of them more than once. Gratefully, they seemed to be trying to be nicer, at the very least.

“Mammon is very lucky to have you, you know,” Lucifer said, suddenly serious. “You’re good for him. You make him happy, and I’m very glad that he has you.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, but luckily you knew that he didn’t need an answer. You thanked him one last time before you returned to your room to make some phone calls.

You made the brothers a human world breakfast of eggs, toast, sausage, and fresh fruits. Afterward, Mammon sheepishly invited you to go out to the casinos and shops with him, which you gladly agreed to. The demon never stopped grinning, even when he lost money, and he was much handsier than normal, from linking his arm with yours, to pulling you onto his lap while he played at the tables, to hugging you when he won big. He even bought you some things. Very un-Mammon-like.

“Man, I’m feeling GOOD today!” he exclaimed as you left the casino hand in hand.

“Well, it is your birthday,” you chuckled.

He laughed and swung his arm back and forth like a child, taking your hand with it.

“Nah, I think it’s cuz you’re here. You’re like my lucky charm.”

You smiled and tried to hide the blush that dusted your cheeks. You quickly checked your watch, and your stomach twisted with both excitement and anxiety. It was time.

“C’mon, Mammon, let’s head to Diavolo’s castle. I have a surprise for you.”

His eyes went wide and his face lit up.

“Don’t tell me ya got him to give me one of those big expensive artifacts he keeps chained down so that I can’t steal it!”

You laughed and pulled him along behind you.

“Sorry, not this time. I think you’ll like what I have planned, though.”

You walked hand-in-hand through the city, beneath colorful lights and past beautiful architecture. The Devildom truly was beautiful. Finally, the castle loomed menacingly before you, but instead of fear, you felt comfort and a sense of home. After all, Diavolo was the only reason you had come to the Devildom to begin with. You pushed the heavy front door open and Mammon followed you in. Barbatos was waiting for you, just as Lucifer had said he would be. Mammon eyed him, confused.

“Is Barbatos my present..?”

The steward laughed and shook his head.

“Happy birthday, Mammon. Come with me please,” he greeted.

There was a bounce in Mammon’s step as he followed eagerly after. Barbatos walked so quickly, you nearly had to jog to keep up with him. You supposed he had to be quick if he was going to do everything he had to do in a day in a timely manner. He led you and Mammon into the Hall of Doors, stopping before a door you recognized immediately. It was big, made with crimson wood and intricately carved. Beautiful stained glass made up the majority of the upper half of the door, and an iron door handle with a classic keyhole had an old key sticking out of it. Your key.

“What are we doin’ here?” Mammon asked, now even more confused than before.

Barbatos simply gestured toward the door. Mammon looked to you for a mix of permission and comfort, which you provided with a nod of your head. He stepped up to the door, reached for the handle, and turned the key. The door swung open silently on its hinges, revealing a stunning dark wood and white marble entryway.

“Where is this?” he asked hesitantly, though his eyes were bright as they followed up the double staircase, to the balconies above, then the huge crystal chandelier, crown moulding, and gold accents. His breath caught in his chest.

“It’s my house,” you said, and he turned to look at you so quickly that you were sure he gave himself whiplash.

“You’re jokin’,” he said, expression blank.

You smiled and shook your head.

“You can go in. You’re gonna stay in my house with me tonight.”

His eyes widened once more as he gazed back through the doorway. He stepped inside. You thanked Barbatos, took your key from the door, and shut it behind you.

“Welcome to my world,” you chuckled.

You watched him fondly as he wandered around the foyer, touching everything he could.

“This would sell for so much…” you heard him whisper as he picked up a small bust of Achilles from the antique table against the left wall.

He turned to look at you, bust still in hand.

“You never told me you’re rich!” he exclaimed.

You smirked, shrugged, and strode toward him.

“I didn’t want you to like me for my money.”

He nodded and begrudgingly put the bust back in place.

“Ah, Master Y/N, you’re home.”

You both turned to acknowledge the newest presence in the room. An old man with dark skin emerged from the archway across the room. His hair was cut short, balding and white, he had white stubble on his jaw, deep laugh lines painted his face, and his silver eyes sparkled with the memories of a life filled with joy.

“Jacobi,” you greeted as you jogged forward to envelop the man in a hug.

You motioned Mammon over to introduce him.

“Mammon, this is Jacobi, my steward. He’s worked for my family since he was a young man. He raised me.”

The demon reached out to shake your steward’s gloved hand.

“Well, ya did a good job,” he told him. “Ya raised Y/N right.”

Jacobi chuckled, his eyes nearly closing with the size of his grin, revealing more deep creases in his face.

“Well thank you, sir,” he replied. “That means a lot to me, hearin’ you say that.”

His voice carried the usual crackliness that human voices tend to do as they get old, and he was soft spoken, but it was the kind of voice that demanded you stop and listen.

He turned his attention back to you.

“You’re right on time, young master, dinner is ready to be served.”

He gestured toward the archway in between the two staircases across the room. You clapped him gently on the shoulder, rested a hand on Mammon’s lower back, and led the demon into the dining room.

“Dinner?” Mammon asked as he regarded the long dining table and high-backed chairs with deep red cushions.

“Yeah. Lucifer told me you’d never had Italian food, so I had my chefs make some of my favorite dishes for you to try.”

“You have personal chefs!?”

You chuckled and nodded.

You sat at the head of the table and Mammon sat to your right. There was a black lace table runner along the length of the dark wooden surface. In the very middle of the table was a centerpiece of candles, fruits, bones, feathers, and other natural materials like moss and pinecones. He noticed one fruit that looked surprisingly similar to a human heart. He also took note of the chandelier above, the dark baseboards on white walls, and the grand stone fireplace set into the far end of the room, with wolves and ravens carved into black wood and affixed above the mantel. All in all, he was feeling equal measures of wonder and unease.

“Did you choose these decorations?” he asked as servants filed out of the door behind him with platter after platter of food.

You nodded in response to his question.

He waited for the platters to be set down and the servants to leave before he said, “It’s very… dark. Guess that’s why ya like the devildom so much, huh?”

You laughed and shook your head, then reached forward to serve yourself. Mammon followed your example and piled his plate high with a little bit of everything.

“The Devildom is my home, Mammon. And I don’t like it there because it’s dark and spooky, though that does help. I like it there because you guys are there. My favorite demons. My family.”

Your gaze caught his and he turned away to hide his blush. Then, the greedy demon that he is, he ate and ate and ate until you had to stop him.

“Easy there, Mammon. I have more planned for tonight. Don’t make yourself sick.”

He stopped with his fork in his mouth and looked at you with a brow raised.

“More?” he asked around his food.

“Mmhmm. What, you didn’t think I brought you here just for dinner, did you?”

He finally swallowed, put his fork down, and then washed it all down with some red wine.

“I didn’t know what to think. No one told me this was planned.”

You smiled, your sparkling eyes never leaving his, and he felt his heart skip a beat.

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if you knew about it, now would it?”

He smirked.

“I guess not.”

You checked your watch and then pushed yourself away from the table.

“It’s almost 9:30pm. C’mon, I need to go to the bathroom and then we can leave. I don’t want to be late.”

“Go?” he asked. “We’re not stayin’ here?”

He hopped up and followed after you, back into the foyer and then up the stairs and down a hallway. He waited for you to finish in the bathroom, then stuck to your side like glue as you led him out of the house and into a garage filled with expensive cars. He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide as his brain malfunctioned from the sheer value of what was before him. He’d never seen so many fancy cars in one place, let alone all belonging to one person. He nearly sprinted over to the nearest car, a blue and black Lamborghini, and peered in the window.

“Pick one to take,” you said as you strode up to him.

He was overwhelmed. There were so many! Finally, he picked the lamborghini. He hopped into the passenger seat, vibrating with excitement. You started the engine, and Mammon beamed when you gave him control over the music. You made him buckle up before you would leave, and then pulled out into the night. It was warm out, with a sweet-smelling cool breeze. Mammon gazed out his window like a child going to DisneyLand as you drove him through the city streets toward your destination. You finally turned onto a road where Mammon could see towering structures and bright, colorful lights at the end. He turned to you, eyes wide.

“A carnival?” he asked.

You smiled and nodded, and his excitement only grew when you parked the car on the side of the street and got out. He scrambled after you, taking your hand instinctively as he saw the sea of bodies awaiting within. It was a habit he had taken up without realizing it. Whenever there was a crowd and he was afraid to lose you, he would take your hand in his. Sometimes, if it was really crowded, he would put his arm around you and pull you close to him so that you didn’t get separated.

He breathed in deeply, taking in all of the smells of the human world, from popcorn, cotton candy, and corndogs, to the sweat of the people, the hot grease from the food trucks, and the stench of the outhouses. He couldn’t be happier. You glanced at your watch again.

“We got here in good time,” you told him. “We can go on some rides and play games if you want, but at 11, I want us to go on the ferris wheel.”

He agreed with no protest, so you found the nearest token machine and fed it a few bucks.

“All yours,” you said as you handed him his half.

He grinned and enveloped you in a hug.

“You’re the best!”

You squeezed him back, then he pulled away.

“C’mon, let’s play games!”

He dragged you from game to game, ride to ride, reveling in the sights and sounds of the human world. He had been to your realm before, of course, but never for something like this. Never for something so fun.

As 11pm rolled around, the two of you made your way toward the ferris wheel, giggling like children. Mammon was holding a big stuffed dragon plushie you won for him at the water gun game in one arm, and he had your hand in the other. There was a long line for the ferris wheel, full of people hoping to be at the top when the big event starts. You led Mammon past the line, however, and to the ride operator at the front. His expression was irritated and stern when you approached, but softened when you handed him a ticket. Then, he opened the door to the bucket and you pulled Mammon inside. You sat on the same side as him, despite the tilting of the bucket, facing the water.

“What was that?” he asked as you checked your watch again and the ride began to move.

“There’s an auction for that every weekend night. The winner gets to be at the top of the ferris wheel when it starts.

“When… what starts?”

You chuckled.

“You’ll see. Give it a minute.”

Mammon waited, almost anxiously, for whatever it was that you had brought him here for. As casually as he could manage, he slipped his hand into yours. You gave it a soft squeeze and smiled over at him. The ride brought you two to the top of the ferris wheel, and then stopped, the bucket swinging gently as its momentum died out. There was a change in the music below, and while he couldn’t quite hear the lyrics, Mammon could tell that it had slowed down, morphed into a melody much softer than the alt rock from before. You moved your hand from his so that you could link arms with him, and then you wiggled closer, squishing yourself against him so that you could rest your head on his shoulder.

He looked down at you, his eyes beginning to tear up as your proximity and the reality of the current situation made his heart clench. You were so beautiful, staring up at the night sky with stars reflected in your eyes. So perfect.

This is where you are meant to be, he thought. Here, with me.

Never in his very long life did he think he would ever love a human. Hell, he never considered even liking a human. And yet, the first time you two met, his heart had skipped a beat and butterflies erupted in his stomach. Mmammon didn’t believe in soulmates, but if he did, he was sure that you were his.

He was so lost in you that he jumped in surprise when the first firework exploded over the water, illuminating your face in a brilliant shade of orange. Another firework followed, and then another, and as each went off, his heart beat just a little bit faster. He rested his cheek on top of your head as he watched the show with a smile. More tears were threatening to spill over, but for the first time in his life, he didn’t try to hide them. He didn’t need to. Not with you.

“Happy birthday, Mammon,” you whispered, and that’s what finally sent him over.

He pushed you away just long enough to free both hands so that he could cup your face, and then he dove forward to capture you in a passionate kiss. Your lips were soft, and you opened them to allow his tongue to snake into your mouth and tangle with your own. His hands tangled in your hair, and your arms rose to lock around his shoulders. You tasted like cotton candy. His tongue explored every inch of your mouth, as if trying to memorize its layout, going so far as to graze along your teeth.

You hummed and pulled away to breathe, your chest heaving with each deep breath, and as soon as you were ready, you pulled him back in. You forced your tongue into his mouth, dominating the kiss as you moved to straddle him. The bucket tipped dangerously, but neither of you cared. The sky flashed in a myriad of colors as he held you in his lap, arms wrapped around your lower back, holding you flush against him. He only pulled away when his heart ached and the tears that were threatening earlier finally spilled over. He closed his eyes tight and buried his face in your chest to choke back a happy sob.

“I love you, Y/N,” he whispered as the fireworks lulled and died down.

You carded your fingers through his hair and held him tight.

“I love you, Mammon. More than you can ever know.”

That only made his heart ache more as all the love he had suppressed over the millenia came flooding in all at once. The ride jerked and began to move, and you leaned away from Mammon so that you could take his face in your hands. You brushed his tears away gently with your thumbs, and then trailed one across his lips before giving him one last soft kiss. Finally, as you reached the bottom of the ride, you slid off of his lap and back around to sit next to him. You took his hand and he held onto you like a lifeline.

You were his human. His. You had chosen him, and he would be damned if he let you go now.

Bonus:

Before leaving the fairgrounds to return to the car, you led Mammon to a booth near the entrance. The person behind the window lit up when they saw you, and for a moment, Mammon thought that he might have to show the guy exactly who you belonged to. That wasn’t necessary, however, as the man slid a photograph toward you. You picked it up and handed it to Mammon with that same soft smile that you had graced him with earlier. The photograph was of the two of you at the top of the ferris wheel. The camera had captured the moment you had put your head on his shoulder and he had rested his cheek on your head. You were both looking up at the stars, smiling and holding each other close.

[mellowyandere]

SCP Academia Eraserhead Part 3

Reader: F

Characters: Aizawa Shouta

Summary: You’ve been stuck in the stuffy cabin with no one but “Shouta” to keep you company. He won’t even tell you what day it is. November is quickly approaching...

Length: 3K

Warning: non-con, yandere themes, size kink, bondage, vaginal fingering, oral sex, vaginal sex, praise kink, breeding kink 

When you first woke up you were completely thrown off by your new environment. You had been in the bowls of the SCP foundation for years, only occasionally venturing outside to gather intel on potential new SCP’s. Your new home was a small cabin of sorts. One bedroom and one bathroom, with just enough space left over for the kitchen and living room. The house was run by a generator outside, which your oh so gracious host made sure you never got to see. 

He had insisted you call him by his “human” name Shouta. As to why he never mentioned it before? “No one but you deserved to know it,” he had huffed out, as if it was obvious. 

Shouta was incredibly stingy with information, no matter how much you questioned him. What happened to the foundation? Where did he bring you? Why did he bring you here, better yet how? Each question was met with a shrug of his shoulders or a mumbled “that doesn’t matter now.” 

You had given up a couple weeks ago, the man had no intention of letting you get a solid grasp of anything. Especially the date. The foundation breach had occurred sometime in mid September, leaving only a month and a half before November. He was purposefully hiding the information from you like the stingy bastard he was. 

Stingy bastard wasn't exactly fair though. He had been nothing but polite, trying his best to give you things he’d think you’d enjoy and providing for you in ways that surprised you. For example, the man was a phenomenal cook, which looking back explains his utter disdain for any food he had been served at the foundation. 

The main issue was his need to touch you. Pulling you into his lap to engulf you in his long muscular limbs and tendrils, or coming up behind you and placing his large hands on your hips. You were not accustomed to the contact and not very keen on it either. You threw an absolute shit fit when he tried to bathe you, and he, to his credit, let you be. He might have sat on the couch pouting for a couple hours, but eventually got over himself. 

The longer you were stuck with him, the touchier he seemed to get. You dodged him the best you could but finally he had had enough. You normally opted to sleep on the couch, not wanting to share the only bed with him. It was one of many small acts of defiance at your limited disposal. As night fell you crawled onto your makeshift bed, only to be pulled up over the back of the couch by two strong arms. 

“Hey! What gives!”

“I tried to ease you into this but you’re being rather stubborn. From now on you sleep with me.” Shouta didn’t want to push his affection on you too much, hoping you’d come around and open up to him. But time was running out and he needed to make sure he didn’t snap when November finally came. 

“Maybe if you’d answer my questions I’d humor you more!” You felt like you were going insane stuck in here. Was this what he used to feel like trapped in the foundation? No. He had had it one hundred times worse than you, but hardly ever complained.

You squirmed and wriggled in his grip. He growled lowly in his throat, the vibrations rumbling through his chest. You stilled in his arms. With long strides it only took a few steps before he plopped you down on the large sturdy bed. 

“Stay.” You rolled your eyes. He was a man of few words. But you remained, he’d just drag you in here again if you got up. Even though he had been nothing but patient, you felt as if you were reaching the end of his limits. 

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The days spent with Shouta were rather boring. You’d read books to pass the time, or stare longingly out the window. He was never much of a conversationist, but now only seemed willing to talk if you’d make physical contact with him. All in all, the house was too damn quiet.

Thankfully nights spent in his bed were relatively uneventful. He’d try to slowly pull you closer to him but you’d snap and he’d begrudgingly relent. Though that didn’t change the fact that you’d wake up smothered in his embrace, but you’d just wriggle out again. 

As days continue to pass his fuse was getting shorter and shorter, you could feel the shift in his demeanor. Low growls at your attempts to distance yourself. Sharps eyes never leaving you. He was always one step behind you, personal space no longer an option. 

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You woke up groggy. Why was it so hot? You tried to move but found yourself immobile. You... you couldn't open you eyes?! No wait... yes you could. But a blindfold of sorts kept you from seeing anything. It was warm, just like the bindings on your body. Tendrils. He had you completely wrapped up in his tendrils. You were laying flat on your back, arms bound above your head. 

Then you heard him. Low deep pants. His hot breath fanned against your neck, his nose brushed under your chin. 

“Sho-Shouta?” At the sound of his name he groaned into the soft flesh of your neck. He tried so hard to resist touching you, he really had. But with the month of November upon him he had run out of control.

His large body was on top of you, though he supported himself as to not crush you. “My sweet little stubborn human” he cooed into your neck. “I'm going to take such good care of you...” he almost sounded a bit delirious?

His tongue darted out, hot and wet against your flesh. 

“Wait! Hold on, stop! Shouta pl-please cut it out!” You began to struggle, his tendrils gently sliding over your exposed form. When did he take your clothes off? 

“Y/N..” he growled out.

“Please.. let me at least see.” You needed to try and gain some control back. This situation wasn't looking good. Shouta was deadly when November came. You weren’t sure what this was right now, but you needed to get some control over him before he tried to kill you.

The creature obliged your request. Blood red predatory eyes pierced your own as soon as you had adjusted to the dark. His long black hair lazily defied gravity. He seemed larger, if that was even possible. His deathly pale torso had tendrils jutting out in all different directions, some aimlessly whipping through the air, but most were wrapped snuggly around your body.

Looking further down you realized you weren’t the only person completely naked. His bare hips were pressed flat to the bed between your own as he slowly rutted against the sheets. Due to your restraints you couldn’t really see much else. 

Leaning down he placed his lips on your neck, softly sucking and nipping at your flesh. 

“So beautiful.. so perfect” he whispered. He began to move down your body, soft lips leaving your skin with goosebumps. He paused at your breasts, one of his large hands coming up to play with your right breast while his mouth claimed your left nipple. His tongue made quick work of hardening your sensitive bud. His teeth came out and gently bit down, causing you to whimper.

You couldn’t give into his ministrations, it would only encourage him. “Shouta please, you have to stop! What if you hurt me?” His mouth released from your breast, his lust filled eyes lazily looking up at you as his tongue continued to circle your nipple. With a sigh he pulled away.

“I would never hurt you my precious little human.”

His free hand drew slow circles onto the outside of your thigh. Continuing his journey downwards he licked and nipped your skin until finally settling between your trembling thighs. He wasn't paying your worry any mind as he took his time drinking your body in. He had been such a good mate, had been so patient. Surely you’d understand...

His tongue darted out experimentally, gently lapping at your folds. You bit back a groan as he hummed in satisfaction, face nestling further into your legs for better access as he used his tendrils to move your legs over his shoulder. His stubble was coarse against your inner thighs. More tendrils came out to ensure your breasts were not forgotten. You bit back a moan as they continued where his hand and mouth had left off.

He greedily began to devour you, inhumanly long tongue delving deep inside you as he groaned, sending vibrations through your cunt. Pulling his tongue out he moved up a bit to gently wrap his lips around your clit. With his tendrils covering your body he could feel your every twitch in response to his ministrations. He wanted to make you fall apart beneath him. 

“Sho-ah-Shouta please! Don’t do th-” you were cut off mid sentence. One of his tendrils found their way to your mouth, pushing its way inside your wet cavern and essentially gagging you. You clamped down hard, which only caused the creature on top of you to shudder in ecstasy. He could make them quite sensitive after all. 

You tried to relax, nothing you did seemed to deter him. Maybe not responding would cause him to lose interest? You tried to remain still, until you felt his finger gently prodding at your entrance. You began to squirm with renewed vigor, your pleas muffled by his tendrils. 

“Such an impatient little human. I know what you want but I need to get you ready first or else I might hurt you.”

Slowly he began to pump his finger into your tight hole. His saliva acted as a good starting lubricant, your own juices beginning to aid when that wasn’t enough. Shit, why did he have to be so fucking good at this?! He worked his digit in further and further, your walls clenching down eagerly, until finally he was knuckle deep. 

Continuing to work your sensitive clit with his expert mouth, he pulled his finger out and gently began to add another. Two fingers pushed in, just as excruciatingly slow as the first time. Gentle pumps of his hand worked to allow your small human body to compensate for his larger form. 

You couldn't help but rut your hips forward as your mind began to fog with pleasure. It shouldn't feel this good, he wasn't even doing that much! You needed to stop him, needed to stop reacting to him. 

And yet you found your walls desperately clamping down on his fingers as he slowly drug them out. His methodical pattern continued for awhile until he changed his approach. Expert fingers began to probe with a purpose as he hunted for just the right spot. It didn’t take him long. 

You moaned into his tendrils, back arching as he finally found what he had been looking for. With renewed vigor he used his fingers to attack, while his mouth continued its assault on your bundle of nerves. 

If he continued at this pace you wouldn't last much longer. Your legs trembled, thighs tightening against his head. Your walls began to flutter around his fingers, your mewls and moans were still muffled, but they sent delicious tingles running down his spine. 

No you couldn't you had to stop! But you had no choice. The combination of his devilish mouth and pinpoint accurate fingers were too much. You closed your eyes as your orgasm washed over you. He continued to pump his fingers in and out, but pulled back to watch the bliss wash over your face. 

“Such a good girl, so beautiful,” he cooed as you came undone. Just as he had planned. He pulled his tendril from your mouth and watched as you panted, still trying to gain control of yourself. Unfortunately for you, he wasn't about to let that happen. 

After wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand he leaned up and captured your mouth in his own. You could still taste yourself on his tongue. You had come down from your high after your orgasm and resumed your pathetic struggling, surely he had had his fill? 

His hands planted firmly on your hips as he pulled away from you, lips leaving a small trail of saliva as he loomed over you. He pulled your body up off the bed with his tendrils, maneuvering you so your legs were wrapped around his waist.

“Be a good girl for me and relax, I don’t want this to be painful for you.”

With that he slowly began to move you down until finally you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your outer folds. He had you oddly suspended in his embrace, leaving you no where to retreat to as he rubbed the large head against your wet core. 

All of his focus right now was staring down at where his cock was teasing you. He was inhumanly large, and just dipping the tip in made it obvious enough. This was going to be a tight fit. 

“Shouta please, it won’t fit you’re too big.” His eyes looked up into your own, the fear in them registered somewhere deep within his brain, but the need to stuff you full of his seed overpowered his ability to stop himself. 

He began to push his length inside, even more slowly than his fingers. He owed you this bare minimum level of self control, the idea of hurting you keeping him in check.

You whimpered as he continued, there was no reaching him. You’d be better following his advice and trying to relax to accommodate his sheer girth. But fuck did it sting. The methodical pumping of his hips pushing his monstrous cock deeper and deeper. 

One of his hands opted to leave your hip in order to begin softly circling your puffy clit. It helped to soothe the burn of your stretching walls, slick beginning to build as your body attempted to help you. After what felt like an eternity he finally bottomed out inside you. 

“Shit you’re so fucking tight, you feel so good.”

He remained there for a moment, sweat rolling down his body as he tried to control himself. Just then your tight little cunt experimentally squeezed against him and his restraint shattered. 

He began to pull out, groaning above your head. He got about halfway out before pushing back in. This continued, each outward drag was met with a faster and more desperate thrust back in. At first it had stung, tears pricking your eyes as your bit your lip to keep from whining. You had never felt so full before. 

But as you grew accustomed to his size something hot began to stir in your abdomen. You were enjoying it. The more you relaxed into him the more pleasure you began to feel. Until finally, you were back to where you had been when he had worked you into your first orgasm. 

Your brain was too clouded with pleasure to bother holding back noises of satisfaction, and the heat in your gut only grew when Shouta moaned and huffed in your ear. His deep rumbles poured over you and soon he had abandoned his slow pace in favor of a much faster one. 

His long cock would pull all the way out before slamming back in, a rogue tendril had replaced his hand to work on your clit while his newly freed hands greedily grabbed at you. 

Finally one hand decided on grasping your hair, pulling your head back so he could slam his mouth against yours in a sloppy kiss. His tendrils allowed for your body to bounce against his as he pistoned his hips into you. 

His tongue was in your mouth as he swallowed your moans. His appendage fought with yours for dominance before exploring everything it could reach. This was all too much, you were getting close again. 

You could feel your walls beginning to flutter at your impending climax, and Shouta could feel it too. He increased his pace, hips stuttering as he began to try and reach his own release. He pulled away from your kiss and removed you from his tendrils, firmly planting you back on the mattress. His free hands intertwining his fingers with your own above your head as he continued to rock into you. 

He kept his tendrils on your legs in order to keep them wrapped around his waist, groaning as he felt you reach for orgasm first. You head was thrown back, mouth open in a silent o as you finished for the second time that night. The feeling of cumming on his cock was beyond imaginable and your body shuddered beneath him. 

You were perfect, overwhelming all of his senses in ecstasy as your tight cunt clamped down on him. He couldn't hold out any longer. His hips stilled as you began to milk his cock, hot thick ropes of cum painting your insides. You were too tired to protest, your small body slumped below him as you took his seed like the good little mate you were. 

A wave of exhaustion began to cloud his mind as he came down from his high. Slowly he began to pull out, heart clenching as you whimpered. You were too damn cute. 

Before any of his seed could spill out he used a tendril to plug your hole. Rolling over to your side he maneuvered you so your head was tucked under his own, his arm pressing you into his chest. 

“You did such a good job, if we keep this up you could take my seed before the month is up.” He planted a kiss against your forehead. You grumbled incoherently in response, too exhausted to process the implications of what he had just said. 

November, the month when he went feral, was the month he was feral for his mate. Desperate to fuck his seed into his one and only. All others were obstacles in his way that didn't deserve to live. November 1st had only just begun. You were in for a long month. 

[lue-arlert]

My Pet

18+ MDNI (minor and ageless blogs will be blocked)

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A/N: this fic is dedicated to @docoooo, hope you enjoy it bby uwu

Pairing: Erwin Smith x AFAB reader

WC: 2.3k

Content warnings: use of pet names, established relationship, size kink(?), crying, creampie

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Erwin wanted nothing more than to come home to you. This expedition was coming to an end, the remaining soldiers on their way home. They only suffered the loss of two comrades; Erwin would say “luckily,” but it was never lucky to lose anyone.

He hadn’t seen you in over a week, not only from the expedition, but also your own obligations at the hospital within Wall Rose, tending to the sick and injured. The scouts returning from beyond the walls would be entering this medical facility, some needing stitched up, others needing dislocated joints and bones to be set in place.

Erwin only suffered a gash in his leg, from his own reckless handling of his snap blades, nicking himself when he swung too furiously at the nape of a 15 meter Titan.

As they all entered the hospital, your lover searched the wing for any sign of your shimmering hair color standing out from the crowd, but he frowned deeply when he could not find you. This meant someone else would be tending to their wounds.

An hour passed and his leg was stitched and bandaged, relieving him that he could finally retire home. He escorted some of his soldiers to carriages outside of the facility to see that they too would return home safely, giving them farewells and well wishes that they recover quickly.

Finally making it to his own home at the headquarters, he unlocked his door with a fluttering stomach, hoping to whatever god that you would be waiting for him.

“My love!” Your voice rang through his ears like the sweetest melody, his shoulders drooping with relief finding you sitting up in the large bed.

You were in a sheer robe with your unclothed nipples peeking through, your barely damp hair and the floral aroma of the room indicating you had recently bathed in his private bathroom.

He collapsed on the bed beside you on his hands and knees, being mindful of the gash on his leg as he leaned over and planted a tender kiss on your plush pink lips. “Hello, my pet.” He sighed contently, carefully laying on his stomach.

“How was the expedition?” You leaned on your elbow, knees bent over each other, and you reached out to stroke his perfect blond hair from his thick brow.

“We only had a couple casualties. There will be a small funeral for them tomorrow.” He took your hand from his hair and kissed your knuckles as he shut his eyes. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, my love.” You leaned forward and gingerly kissed his hair. “I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.”

“It’s alright, I understand.” He rolled onto his side and brought his hand up to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb beneath your eye. “I’m glad I get to see you now.”

You grinned widely at him and rested your palm over his hand, leaning into his touch and kissing the base of his palm just above where his wrist began. “I requested to be off for the next three days so I could see you. I didn’t know exactly when you were returning, so I just guessed.”

His heart fluttered at your dedication to him, your loyalty to him forever being the staple that held your relationship together. His eyes were full of desire for you, the way your hair fell around your shoulders and your eyelashes brushed your cheeks was one of the most beautiful sights he’d seen in recent memory.

“I want to make love to you, my pet.” He said with a low, calm tone. “I need to make love to you.”

Your grin grew soft and you pulled away from his touch, slipping your robe off your shoulders and arms until it pooled around your ass and thighs.

Erwin couldn’t help but admire your body, the way your collarbones stuck out looking so kissable, the swell of your breasts so delicious, your belly soft and pudgy as you sat on your hip. He could never grow tired of the sight of you, especially when you smelled so lovely while looking so beautiful.

His hand found its way to your thighs, resting over the strong muscle and giving gentle squeezes. He could feel his cock growing in his trousers at the silky feeling of your skin beneath his fingertips, and he reached his touch up to your stomach, grazing his fingernails across the span of it.

You sighed happily through your nose and laid on your back, looking down at him while running your fingers through his hair. “Come make love to me.”

Pulling himself up to his hands and knees once more, he crawled over you, nudging your legs so that the backs of your thighs rested on the top of his, his leather straps from his gear cool against your skin.

He pulled your hips up so that your core was pressed against his lap and he began to massage your breasts, one of his favorite features of yours. He adored the way they fit so perfectly in his large palms, your nipples sitting delicately between his knuckles.

“So fucking beautiful for me,” he grumbled, leaning down to kiss your throat. “Perfect body,” he planted a kiss, “perfect pussy. Just wanna be inside of you.”

“Whatever you want, Erwin, you can have.” Your hands slid up his arms and around to his shoulder blades beneath his forest green cloak, the fabric tickling your bare arms. After groping him for some time, you brought your hands back to the clasp of his cloak and undid it, tossing it to the floor and following suit with his uniform jacket, the leather smooth beneath your touch.

With hot lips, saliva trailing with them, he kissed from your throat over your clavicle, leaving bites and purple splotches on the way, eventually taking a nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue over the bud, exhaling through his nose at the pleasure it gave him to be able to suck on your tit. He continued to massage the other breast, pinching every so often to produce tiny squeaks from you.

Your hips slowly rocked as you grabbed onto the gear straps across his chest, fumbling with the buckles with shaky hands as his mouth continued to work on you, leaving hickies around your areola.

“Erwin, th’feels so good, my love.” You whined, pushing your hips further into his crotch. “Could cum just from this.”

He smirked against your skin and bit harder than he already was, suckling more fervently at the challenge to make you lose yourself beneath him. He would slap your tits, pulling his mouth away with a pop! as he did so.

Your moans from the impact rattled in your throat, and you could feel a wetness pooling in your panties the harder he slapped your perfect mounds, followed by soothing licks and kisses.

“Will you cum for me, my pet?” He asked in a low voice, glancing up at you through his long eyelashes.

“Yes, yes, please don’t stop.” You gripped the sheets beside your head, elbows pointing to the ceiling as your back arched into his mouth, his suckling increasing painfully.

With one last squeeze and one last solid bite around your nipple, you came undone beneath him, squirming and moaning at the pleasure that coursed through you to your pussy.

You called out his name and brought a hand to the back of his head, your fingertips grazing the stubble of his undercut.

He let out his own soft moan at the way your hips rolled over his full erection and he released your breasts, sitting up on his haunches to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Wanna put my cock inside of you and fuck that beautiful cunt of yours.”

“Please, my love,” you begged, replacing his touch with your hands over your breasts, squeezing as you wiggled your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist.

Erwin scooped his hands under your knees and pushed them up to your chest, scooting back to give himself enough room to undo his trousers, releasing his girthy member as he shoved his pants down to his knees.

Biting your lip as you admired his curved cock, you lifted a foot and rested your ankle on his shoulder, your toes brushing the side of his neck. “I want you inside of me, want you so bad, Erwin.”

He groaned at your whining and crawled over you once more after removing your leg from his shoulder, peppering kisses on every inch of your chest and the knuckles that still kneaded your own breasts.

His fingers traced little swirls on the insides of your thighs until they reached your pussy, gently pressing over the damp spot of your panties. “Can’t wait any longer, my pet, need you now.”

“Yes,” you breathed, nodding as you gazed up at him with your glassy, lust-filled eyes.

Your lover pushed aside the fabric that trapped your pretty folds and he hoisted your hips up, grazing his cock through your wetness to lubricate himself. “Are you ready?” He asked kindly, lining his tip with your throbbing hole.

“I’m ready,” you nodded once more and reached your hands out to hold his forearms, your nails grazing and digging into his skin in preparation.

With a delighted sigh, he slowly pushed himself into you, glancing down to ensure you were okay. When he saw you pinch your eyes shut and your nose scrunch, he reached out to touch your cheek and stroked your skin gently. “Deep breaths, pet. Deep breaths.”

You inhaled heavily through your nose, then exhaled through puffed cheeks as your eyes fluttered open to look at him.

“Just a couple more,” he whispered as he inched further into you, encouraging your breathing exercise while he spread you apart.

“So big, Erwin,” your voice rasped as your fingers shook around his wrists. “So big, it hurts.”

“Just another moment, pet, then I’ll make you feel good.” He leaned forward and kissed your forehead, careful not to move too sharply to avoid hurting you further.

After you left small butterfly kisses on his chin, you nodded to let him know you were ready for his cock.

He slowly rocked his hips, his length barely moving inside of you to give you an easy start, and he took every whimper of yours into his mouth as he kissed you calmly.

Your ankles were crossed against his lower back and you used your calf muscles to squeeze his waist, pulling him deeper into you. “‘M ready, Erwin, faster,” you breathed against his face, your nose squished against his.

He obliged your words and quickened his pace, pulling out of you further and thrusting more harshly into your soaking pussy, groaning from deep in his throat. He’d missed your clenching walls, missed the way his dick was massaged by your velvety insides; it’d been too long since he had you, too long since he could enjoy your skin and your touches and your tightness.

Erwin wrapped a hand around your bottom, the other under your back and used all of his core muscles to hoist you up off the mattress, holding you against him while he bounced you on his cock, gripping your ass and back tightly in order to keep you steady against him.

Your pleasured squealing in his ear only made him harder, somehow, and he plowed deeper into you, breathing heavily against your face.

“Feel so good around me,” he grunted, staring into your crying eyes and wiping away a stray tear that rolled down your cheek.

Your mouth hung open, tongue lulled gently against your lower lip, and you began to drool at the feeling of his tip brushing against your spongy spot that sent waves of shivers and twitching through your limbs.

He pecked a quick kiss on the top of your tongue and adjusted you so that one hand was hooked under your knee, bending it against his side over his arm, giving him deeper access. With a harsher thrust, he brushed your cervix, causing you to cry out and lean your head back as your hips spasmed against his.

You chanted his name and dug your nails into his shoulder and the back of his neck, desperately hanging onto him as he pounded into you, his balls slapping the seam of your ass violently with each thrust.

He growled against your mouth as he kissed you, his nose and eyes twitching each time your cunt tightened around him. “Gonna cum inside of you, my pet, gonna fill you up,” he groaned and bit at your cheek before pulling his face back to look into your eyes as his hair began to stick to his sweaty forehead.

“Please, Erwin, please, I want you to fill me.” You whined as you kissed his cheek, trailing your lips to his ear where you gently bit at his lobe, your whimpers growing higher as he fucked into your g-spot. “Wanna come with you, s’close.”

He kept his pace, squeezing your ass as he panted and groaned, his cheeks red and glistening.

You gasped as your second orgasm hit you, rippling through your cunt making you clench even tighter around him, and your voice grew into a high squeal in his ear.

He grunted your name loudly then let out a deep, rumbling growl as he spilled inside of you, stuffing you with his creamy seed that soon dripped from your hole, too much for your cunt to handle.

Erwin continued to fuck you both through your highs until his thighs shook violently and he could no longer support the two of you, stumbling down on top of you as he caged you in his arms over the mattress.

You moaned and panted together, both twitching from your climaxes as your noses and lips brushed over one another.

He kissed you silently; no words needed to be exchanged between the two of you, for your feelings could be displayed through your touches and loving sighs.

Erwin had missed your body, and now that he had you once more, he never wanted to part from you or feel what it’s like to miss you ever again.