#lust being one of course though in this game it has less to do with sex and is more about emotional fulfillment and seeking happiness

[firestorm09890]

this is the best image in limbus company

[eldritch-spouse]

Lacai getting caught stealing the Queen's new panties and her forcing him to eat her pussy as a punishment??

[""Forcing him""- Oh no, the poor pervert. Fem reader.]

Lacai figures he could just be patient.

He really could afford to wait only a few minutes until you and King Vesper depart for this evening's festivities. Left vastly alone in the mansion with only his team of servants and the occasional toy roaming around, there'd be nothing to stop this sleazeball from dunking himself head first into the used laundry basket inside your bedchambers.

But that's not his goal.

Sure, he does want to keep pairs of your panties for himself. For his growing collection, his trophies, though it was never the driving reason for his actions. Lacai wants to get caught, he thrills in becoming sloppy, leaving traces, keeping you wondering who is doing such a disgusting thing.

The King probably already knows, if Lacai had to guess. But not you. It's taking a while for it to click in your head. Lacai supposes he's a bit mean for accusing some of the less subtle servants, taking advantage of the fact that he's the most dressed person in the mansion- Though it's more than a little fun to throw you off. There's playfulness in every imp, after all.

Still, knowing the risk, because of the risk, the fantasy of it all, Lacai is currently in the main bathroom. Digging through your laundry basket as expected. It was placed there specifically for your comfort, everyone knows the Lord of Lust walks everywhere he can bare as the day he was born- Save for the chains, of course.

You don't. Not yet at least. You still cling to the creature comforts and routines of the surface, like a safety blanket. Lacai knows it won't take that long before you give into the demonlord's temptations however, admiring Vesper for his patience as pink claws scrape off clothing items one by one, day by day. Point being, Lacai supposes he ought to make the most out of this adaptation period, before there are no more clothes to steal away at all...

The impcubus makes a cursory glance around the room, to the doorway, before stuffing wriggling gloved fingers into your used items. Naturally having a sharper sense of smell than humans, he's already being hit with all sorts of faint signals, mostly your natural scent and a hint of sweat. A womanly musk. Nothing out of sorts.

Lacai hums quietly as he searches, tail wagging, images rapidly forming in his mind. Once again, he defaults to picturing what you might do if you stumbled in on this, a scenario he has made and remade an obsessive amount of times. You're not a full on raging pervert yet, at least not openly -It's all a matter of inevitability here, the waiting game- So you're definitely going to punish him in some way or another.

Mmm punishment... Your punishment. His tail curls giddily.

Would you send him to the floor, put a heel to his chest, berate him for his depravity while making him kiss and lick wordless apologies up the length of your beautiful legs? Don't you know he can't help it? That he's only a lovelorn, desperate, debased vassal? A thrall to your every movement, dirty enough to sate himself with traces of you- Have you no pity, beneath that sugary smile, for your gross little servant?

Just as he starts getting into the zone of a specific scenario, something already stirring in his pants, Lacai snags something between his index and middle finger that has his eyes widening.

" Oh? "

The fantasy slips away, slinking into the creases between the tiles on the floor when Lacai extracts a remarkable pair of panties from the pile. The previous pairs he had fished are all but swiftly discarded, the apple of his eye now a very expensive-looking piece. Purple, featuring intricate and manually woven patterns on all sides, vaguely transparent as they swirl and dance on the skin of the wearer and featuring short frills on the sides.

Fucking jackpot!

The imp's breath catches.

He's seen this pair before on you. It's very very recent. In fact, the King gifted it to you when you started truly settling into your new life as the consort of Lust. Lacai knows because he saw this very pair on you once. Vesper was determined to spoil you extra hard that day, he wanted you to feel irresistible, and thus, your outfit had to reflect that. The imp will never forget the way you sauntered across the halls in those translucent pink robes, thin fabric melting into a beautiful lavender gradient. The head imp is unashamed to admit that he constantly tilted his head and lingered in certain places just to better see your delicious ass framed by those patterns. The way it rode up your hips and framed your pretty pussy was hypnotizing. Lacai wished he could have just whisked you away for a second, a moment for his eyes -And hopefully hands- Only, but the sovereign had your attention the whole day and his servant understood it wouldn't be wise to get in the way.

Lacai brings the cloth to his face, moaning in glee as traces of you tickle up his nostrils to his brain, fireworks set off, his pants suddenly a hindrance when his length wastes no time poking out its slit and tenting them. You've worn these recently, he can tell, humming at the high the cloth offers his depraved senses while his hand trails a path down his front, unceremoniously crammed down dark pants to fetch his cock, pump himself to the image of you leaving these out for him- The thought of you playing with yourself through the cloth and letting your wetness coat it before discarding it, knowing he's going to weasel his way to it eventually, makes him throb painfully.

The more he palms and squeezes at his own length, the less Lacai seems to care about anything around him, cursing under his breath as he considers simply blowing his load right then and there without so much as a quick escapade to more private settings no one's likely to find him in. A shiver charts its way down his spine, making his tail tense when he hunches with growing pleasure, eyes shut, his peak approaching embarrassingly fast for his type of fiend, and then-

" Bastard! "

The imp gasps hard enough to nearly inhale your panties in the process, choking, skeleton jumping out his skin as he swivels to face you.

It's not even that Lacai is ashamed. It's that he genuinely didn't hear you.

" So it was you this whole time?! "

The demon doesn't offer much of a reaction to your very evident rage, instead taking the time to study your new attire. Apparently, Vesper is ever closer to having you strut around stark naked, because the sparse red fabric crisscrossing your body in a manner much too reminiscent of shibari to be a mere coincidence can barely be considered clothing by any definition of the word.

Lacai gets distracted by the sight of your peeking nipples for long enough that you catch him off-guard yet again and viciously yank the panties off his hand. Ah, there goes his golden find.

While you evaluate the item, checking if he had done something to it, the servant can't stop the heated grin that tugs at his lips when he realizes he's getting exactly what he asked for- Caught red-handed. His tail rises in anticipation and Lacai licks his lips, still finding traces of your musk there. He's the picture of smooth arrogance when you glare back at him, which humorously only seems to make you boil more.

You're probably thinking about all the excuses he gave you, all the clever little misleading comments, adding two and two together right in front of him.

" You little- " You huff. " Are you even going to defend yourself, you sleazeball?! "

He throbs at the comment, visibly so, and you finally seem to register the hand that's still in his pants, and hasn't really stopped teasing him all this time. Fury and flustered shock war on your face, making the other all but tremble with delight.

" Mmn no. "

He had to fight the urge to laugh when you flinched at the nonchalant response. A silent pause passes where your hues crash against violet ones. And while any other concubus would have seen this as an aggressive challenge, brightened their eyes warningly, Lacai knows he can't meet his oblivious ruler's boldness. So, as a different way of defying you, he keeps stroking his cock, as if he didn't feel minimally threatened by your distaste. And he doesn't.

" Unbelievable! " You erupt. " I am- I'm your Queen! "

It's the first time Lacai has ever heard you refer to yourself with the correct title, causing his usual lidded gaze to actually widen in genuine soft happiness. You seem to taste and test the term on your own lips, trying to sound confident even when it's very clear the role still intimidates you.

He could shoot your bravado down with another disarming quip, but it might ruin the fun. The imp knows he has to tread a thin line between teasing and compliance, playing at your pace is the best option.

" Get on your knees. "

Oh. Oh?

The smirk he sported before turns into an outright grin, Lacai's cheeks painted a plum purple. The imp obeys far too fast, eagerly awaiting a new order, beaming at the possible perversions running through your mind. What will you have him do?

Instead, you roll your eyes at him. " Ugh, take your hand off your dick for two seconds. "

Easier said than done, you're such a massive fucking cocktease. It makes him stupid. Nevertheless, two gloved palms rest on his thighs politely, girth back to straining at its coverings.

Wordlessly, your arm lifts and an index finger points to the tiled floor in front of you. Lacai feels a wave of heat course through him while he crawls your way, slinking on the ground like the pathetic pervert he is at heart, head low, a curled tail betraying his enjoyment. His panting breaths condense on the floor.

" I don't want to hear a single smartass comment from you. " He hears more than sees a leg stretching forward. " Make it up to me. "

A quiet purring coo erupts from Lacai's throat, the smaller demon instantly letting greedy hands drift to your heel-clad foot. He grabs you like you're made of porcelain, pressing lingering kisses against bare skin, between the lace of your gorgeous heeled sandals, going as far as to boldly tug on the thin fabric from time to time. He trails a feverish and imploring path to your ankle, then scoots ever nearer to you as his journey up your leg truly begins. Because, as much as Lacai would like to spend all day kissing every part of you, he's clearly got a preference and it's right between your legs.

You shoot the imp a warning look when he tries to get close enough to rest his groin against your leg.

Unfortunately for you, it keeps slipping your mind that concubi aren't creatures whose eyes you can look into for too long without suffering consequences. There's a reason Lacai keeps seeking eye contact while he performs his "apologetic" display, a reason as to why his reverent kisses are becoming wetter. He may be an imp, but his influence is still felt in a human's body.

And you're starting to get decently wet.

When Lacai begins mouthing at the inside of your thigh, hands flirting up and down the length of your skin, eyes wantonly drifting to that scandalously sheer strip of cloth covering your pussy, he can no longer hold the mischief maker in him that begs to pipe up, to rile.

The imp leans up, moving to happily place a peck on your covered cunt when you grab his left horn and yank his head away.

" And who said you could do that, you audacious bastard? "

He gives you this drunken smile, full of adoration and desire, mirth glinting in those pretty eyes. " But my Queen, your need calls to me. I only want to please you. "

" My nee- "

" You're wet enough to taste. "

There. The shock that flashes through your face like you've just been slapped. Such short memory you have. Maybe you're under the impression only King Vesper can scent your arousal... Wrong. So very wrong. Every time you pass by a servant with desire in your heart, all of them get a pulse, an alarm- You're exigent in your lusts.

Another stare down ensues, and what a wonderful view it is to have you looming over him, hopelessly turned on yet disdainful, forever trapped between those two states, a visage of turmoil and begrudging adaptation- Already too tempted and ruined to return to the person you once were, but unable to fully accept it either. The sovereign should demand a painting of you with this exact expression, in Lacai's humble opinion.

" How dare you. "

It wasn't even a question.

The impcubus blinks lazily.

After far too long being restlessly still, your index -Such long and beautiful nails you're sporting today, he hopes you puncture him with them- Hurriedly swipes that velvet cloth aside, baring to the servant your need. Slick, plump, he can almost hear your heartbeat there as blood flow increases in the area.

" Fix your mess, you animal. "

And even if you hiss it at Lacai like it's some sort of dreadful punishment, the two of you know so much better already. You're practically doing him a favor, without outright admitting that perhaps it turns you on that he was the underwear thief all along.

" Of course, my Lady. " Looking at his face or not, you can hear the grin in those words.

Lacai doesn't take off his gloves, you're starting to think it might be his fetish, but it would also be lying to say that the sensation of such expensive spandex spreading your lips isn't somewhat exotic. His fingers are delicate but explorative, tracing the length of your entrance and nudging your clit, slow, deliberately too light to give you any real stimulus.

Even now, he has the nerve to test your patience.

Nearly growling at the head imp, you grab his onyx hair and make sure to glue his mouth to your cunt. He moans, giggling hornily.

" Make this quick. "

Who is he to deny a direct order from his superior?

Lacai moves with a fury, the depths of his yearning for you -Brewing from the first day- Unearthed viciously as he latches onto you without reservation. Oh he will make it fast, fast enough that you won't even have time to beg him for more before you're convulsing atop him.

The imp has to keep you steady with handfuls of your ass, taking the opportunity to encourage you to grind on his face when you're finally able to find your footing after the initial shock. In the back of his mind, he really hopes you can handle cumming in heels without tripping or breaking something.

Between the sucking of your poor clit, rolled by his tongue like a pearl and the shameless lapping of your hole, you can only gasp and twitch when he quickly manages to stuff most of his tongue inside you. Your nails claw against his scalp and Lacai's spine arches when you tip your head back to moan throatily, the type of sound he loves hearing from Vesper's throne while he's working nearby, but for him this time.

No words of praise are spared to him when you grunt and twist your hand on his scalp, forcing the demon's head to twist back uncomfortably just so he can shove even more of his drooling tongue up your pussy, his chin caked in your slick and the noises of him mercilessly drilling into you ringing out grossly.

The shuddering whines you let out have Lacai heating like a furnace, so he waits patiently until you start truly fucking his face with harsh rolls of your lush hips before letting one of his hands fall to the front of his pants, eagerly shoving everything out of the way to offer his neglected length some merciful attention. As soon as he starts moaning and panting, you shake your head.

" No- " You rush between heavy breaths. " No, you're not allowed! Put your hands away. "

He does. And you're smart enough to voice an addendum as soon as another appendage begins to move.

" Cheeky fuck- Hhn, no tail either. "

The imp is proud of you for thinking that far ahead. Leave it to a concubus to get creative with their restrictions. He makes a theatrical show of whimpering against your pulsing cunt, though never slows his movement, even as you start rhythmically clenching on him. The taste of you directly is so much more than he could ever hope to gleam with just used panties. He can understand why Vesper will eat you out ravenously, why he's constantly trying to keep your juicy pussy stuffed. The imp is drooling like a fucking mutt and he cares none even when a mix of his aphrodisiac saliva and your wetness drip down his face, tainting his collar.

" Y- You don't deserve this. "

Oh he really doesn't, but it's sweet of you to offer anyway.

Lacai makes his gratitude known by thrusting his whole face harder against you, mimicking what he'd really like to do in that moment, neglected dick throbbing pitifully as he tries to phantom the sensation of your insides around him. His tail might not be used for his pleasure under your decree, but he can still flirt it around the tight ring of your asshole, feeling the way you jolt in response.

When the servant senses you tightening and coiling in an approaching climax, he makes sure to look right into your eyes, not wanting to miss those gorgeous faces you make for a single second. Your pupils dilate and your mouth parts, this series of rushed cries escaping you as your sweet complexion twists once more to a depraved one befitting of your station as Queen of carnality.

In his awe, Lacai falters only for a fraction of a moment before making sure to do his job properly and milking every drop of your pleasure out, enjoying the good soaking you cover him in and sucking your oversensitive button even as you spasm and tremble with too much stimulus at once. White gloves fix your legs in place when your balance starts to falter and Lacai purrs with delight while you ride those last embers of pleasure on his debased complexion.

He doesn't want to wash his face ever again. Maybe he'll let one of the other imps lick your cum off him, whoever's lucky enough to catch him first...

The impcubus watches adoringly, ever still and obedient, while you rest idly on him, content to stay like this the whole day. Eventually, your tense grip on his hair alleviates, and you pet him quietly before shakily unmounting his face- The bottom of it glossy and viscous with the evidence of your enjoyment. Your "punishment".

Although Lacai looks ever smug and self-satisfied, the way his shoulders hunch and his thighs flex betrays reality, that he's bursting to get himself off already. That much you can see.

" Was my humble apology appropriate enough for you, my Queen? Or should I try harder? "

The soft smile on your face turns into a frown and he titters inwardly.

" Ugh, you're a lot more tolerable when your mouth is put to use. "

Fuck, it's like you're after his heart with those comments. The sudden twinkle in your eyes thrills him even more.

" As a matter of fact- " You suddenly seem to recall the panties bundled into a tight ball between your digits.

Unwrapping the fabric, you smile almost nefariously as you lean to harshly press it against Lacai's face, almost grinding it on him. He hasn't been this turned on in a long while.

" There. Finish yourself off. "

That dismissive tone should have brought an inkling of shame to Lacai, but it flew right over his head and horns.

The demon muffles a heated "Thank you" against the fabric, eyes rolling while he immediately, finally drops both hands to his cock.

Even in his own selfish pursuit of euphoria, the imp makes sure to spread his legs and ride his sweater up, giving you an unobstructed view of the lurid motions he makes. Hoping you realize that it's far from the first time that he's fucked his own fist and hands to the thought of you, the sight, the smell. Oh, if only you were just a little bit more attentive to your surroundings, you would have caught the numberless times Lacai got off just around the corner, in the same room as you, quietly.

You seem to appreciate the little degenerate show, this pleasantly amused expression framing your pretty features, eyes drifting from his glazed eyes to the outline of his filthy tongue cleaning your panties and the hump of his legs into his own grasp. It definitely doesn't take much for the impcubus to reach his peak, having been teasing himself since before you showed up.

Lacai makes sure you're watching him intently when he curls, holding his breath before belting out a pathetic noise that vibrates your palm and staining the floor with the surprising suddenness of his own trembling orgasm. He's too busy trying to prolong the high to notice the fact the one stray shot stains your foot, to which you grimace faintly, observing him idly while righting your outfit.

The cloth is finally removed from Lacai's face. " Thank you. " He speaks properly, sighing, cleaning his own lips and cheeks.

You're about to reply, when hurried heavy footsteps ring outside, giving you only enough time to turn before two polite knocks are heard.

" Vixen? Are you alright? " The King's voice sounds mildly confused.

The doors part and he pokes his head inside, bright wide eyes searching for you, then quickly taking in the picturesque state his Queen and main servant are in. A smile full of genuine adoration graces his dark lips as he realizes what you were both up to, though his expression shifts rapidly to something more serious.

" Come, my Lady. You can play with him more later, we have places to be and we're already getting late. "

Nodding bashfully, you fix your hair quickly while Vesper turns his attention to Lacai with a disappointed expression, the infernal gold on him clinking at every movement of his head tendril.

" Lacai my dear, I'd encourage your fuckery any other day, but I did warn you we would be busy today. Did I not? "

Said imp, covers himself half-heartedly. " I- I understand, forgive me S- "

Right as he's about to finish the sentence, you quickly shove those cute purple panties in his mouth, giggling and petting the gagged servant's already messy hair when he gawks.

" It's fine. " You wink, making the demonlord laugh loudly at your antics. " But if I find another pair of panties missing, I want you to actually punish him. "

Lacai watches you clean your foot on his pants and follow Vesper outside, the King's reply making him gulp dryly.

" Oh, I do promise. "

[theclementinediaries]

The Seven Deadly Sins of the NXX Team

➵ PRIDE best describes Artem, for he takes great pride in everything he does, especially when it comes to work. He would go above and beyond, and would go to great lengths, to ensure that he is always on top of his game. His work is his pride, and his pride is his work, his entire sense of self-worth relies heavily on how well he manages to do his job right.

➵ He has a reputation of having a 99% win rate, so you could imagine how much his pride suffered when he lost in that 1% case. He felt like a failure, like everything that he has worked up to until that point, all of his achievements and success, meant nothing. And for someone, who puts so much value in his career, his success, whose pride mainly stems from his achievements and winning, that really put a dent on not just his pride, but his self worth in general.

➵ Who is he, if not a winner? Who is he, if not the best of the best? Who is he, if he can’t succeed? Would there be any point for his existence if he can’t succeeded, if he can’t become the greatest?

➵ Ultimately, Artem’s pride is his biggest motivator to do better, to be better, but it’s also what eats him up inside, it’s what pushes him over the edge, to the point that it’s hurting him.

➵ Green is the color of ENVY, and that perfectly describes Vyn to a T. Don't get him wrong though, he is not envious of someone having more money, fame, status, or materialistic items than him, far from it actually. Vyn's envy is rooted in seeing people, who have a more full filing happier life than him, especially if they are less fortunate than him.

➵ Of course, as a psychologist expert, he bares no ill well towards people who have it better than him, and on the contrary, he should be happy for those people given his profession. But yet no matter how much he tries not to, he can't help but feel envious of those people, like he resented them for having a life that he fought so hard to obtain, yet it came so natural to them.

➵ His jealousy and envy is one of the reasons why he's so meticulous with his words, never letting anyone ever get too close, for fear that he might uncover something, that he might not like.

➵ For someone who is so happy go-lucky, WRATH really does have a strong hold on Luke. But don't get it twisted, Luke is not angry at anyone at particular, more specifically so, his wrath is directed at himself.

➵ He is so angry at himself, for not being strong enough, for not being good enough, for not being smart enough, but most of all, his angry at himself for not being there for you when you needed him the most.

➵ The anger and wrath that he feels is mostly fueled due to his own shortcomings and inadequacies, and how he expresses that anger is by acting so recklessly, throwing himself into danger, sacrificing himself, again and again. He hopes that his self-sacrifice would compensate for all his failures and shortcomings, he hopes that him throwing his life away would make up the fact that he failed to protect you, failed to give you more time, failed...you.

➵ And most of all, he hopes that his self-sacrifice would help lessen the wrath inside his heart, but it never does, in fact, it only seems to ignite it further.

➵ Now this might sound predictable from the infamous playboy himself, but Marius, is driven by LUST. He likes to indulge in the pleasures of life, whether that be sexual or not, it doesn't really matter to him.

➵ For so long, Marius wanted nothing more than to be free, to live the life that he so desperately wants, and to have the freedom to make the choices that he wants. Those are his deepest desires that he lust for the most.

➵ But sadly, no matter how much Marius lusts over a life of freedom, no matter how many times he wished to indulge in a pleasurable life that not even money can buy, the universe doesn't always give us what we want.

➵ So all Marius has left is to fulfill other people's hopes and dreams, fulfilling other people desires and lust, in hopes that, that would be enough to fill the empty whole inside his heart.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Hi. Read you post about the dead three's chosen, and I was wondering about the "We got the threat of sexual exploitation (assuming it didn't happen), there's a subtle undercurrent of incest to some interactions" part. Is this something in the game that I missed? Is it a dnd lore thing?

I also looked through some older posts about Bhaal/Durge stuff, and... Jergal is ruthless and manipulative?! How bad is he? Like, what can a Durge who is free of Bhaal and may be protected by Jergal expect, both in life and afterlife? Are there no good options for Durge (except maybe becoming immortal)?

Also just wanna say thank you for all your dnd lore posts. I've mostly just played in homebrew games, so wotc dnd lore hasn't come up much, and I'm learning so much from your posts!

The good news about Jergal is that he has at least shifted from Lawful Evil to Lawful Neutral, so he's probably somewhat less of a jackass...? We hope. He also tends to prefer subtler manipulation, and seems to let people's own personalities steer them (because they'll take them where he wants them to go naturally); Bane in particular is his unwitting puppet, apparently, but Jergal hasn't directly pulled the strings at all yet, for whatever reason. Jergal's faithful usually 'live' in the City of Judgement on the fugue, or he has them as undead scribes working in his temples on Toril (I imagine it's the same paperwork whichever plane you're on). It's a quiet, but not terribly interesting existence. I doubt he's steal Durge from Bhaal to use as a scribe though. Usually if he needs a servant on the Prime Material plane for some task or other he sends them back as an undead of some kind if/when they die (he likes mummies, usually). He might also be manipulating them into becoming some kind of powerful outsider he can subtly puppet like the Dead Three, or Kelemvor, or Cyric... I really don't know.

(Also I think we're supposed to take Jergal being the 'good guy' at face value in-game.)

Durge could move planes to escape the divine shenanigans. The Dead Three in current times are bound to Toril, and Jergal cannot directly bother you in the city of Sigil at the centre of the universe (which all gods are forbidden to enter on pain of total annihilation courtesy of the Lady of Pain. He can send pawns to bother you, but can't go there or do anything himself.)

No problem. (Unsurprising; homebrew is much easier to manage. I can't imagine how people who are obsessed with the lore of multiple DnD settings cope.)

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And Durge's other 'duty' as Bhaal's Chosen, and their extremely normal relationship with their father is going under a cut.

There's nothing in tabletop lore, past a disturbing Bhaalist spell ('attraction') that can cause love/lust in targets, which is built into Bhaal's avatars and manifestations; some gods having a tendency to sleep with their followers; and a comment from Ed Greenwood that many clergy encourage people to have kids (more people raised from birth within the church = more souls and power for the deity). Also apparently having a tattoo of a god's holy symbol is often a turn on for that god's priests... for some reason...

This stuff mostly comes from the BG3:

The exploitation:

Durge is expected to provide more Bhaalspawn for Bhaal's plans, and always has been. It's most obvious in the feral ending, where Bhaal destroys their mind and puppets them directly, but it's still on their to-do list if they keep his 'love' and become his Chosen:

Sarevok Anchev: 'You failed to bring forth issue while you helmed our cult. It is a mortal sin for a Chosen. I even hoped you and my daughter might one day create a new blood-lamb for us, but it is not to be...'

Durge: 'When I bring ruin to the world, will Bhaal allow me to spare my beloved?' Sceleritas: 'Of course Master! We will always need to sire more Bhaalspawn! Although if they are not up to the task we may need to find you a breeding-mate. Or ten.'

As with anything else in Durge's life, they have no say in Bhaal's intentions for them. They start that conversation off by asking permission to keep their lover and don't even get to respond to being told that they're expected to be breeding stock, probably with a wider range of 'partners'. Just silent acceptance.

The incest:

As ever I could be reading into this, but I'm not the only person who picked up on it so maybe not.

The most overt instances of this implication crops up in the original feral ending and the current, where Bhaal is subjecting Durge to constant rape by inflicting sexual hyperarousal on them and forcing them to have sex in order to breed an army of Bhaalspawn by cross-breeding them with various monsters... which they don't actually remember, because it's not the monsters they're thinking of during the act, where it's implied that Bhaal is forcing them to think of him:

*Your memory of last night's act is absent. In the moment of mounting, your mind emptied itself, and you could think only of Bhaal. The gnoll's rump seemed to become his Temple's graven altar where you once led worship.*

"Father, I love you. I'm a good spawn. A good little spawn."*

Alternatively: "a good boy/girl."

And in one of the Bhaalist religious texts you can find in game that describes how Bhaal basically gives his followers orgasms when they murder:

"Once Bhaal's favour has quickened within one oh his beloved murderers, the bliss of his love is nigh-indescribable. For he blesses his loyal with a new sensation: a mindless, instinctual, primal sensation that comes within the bowels, an erotic spasm that washes over the killer, in the moment of murder. It is said that in that instant, his Divine Essence can almost be tasted. Forsake all other hedonisms, acolytes, for nothing can compare. Until the true ecstasies of murder wash over you, initiates, this scroll contains a prayer, you may say after a kill, calling for the Lord's disgrace to find its course in your body."

The Urge - which is Bhaal as much as it's Durge- does/can cause sexual arousal, which indicates that Bhaal does do this to them or is at least inflicting his own 'pleasure' on them by experiencing the kills through them.

*Your body feels aroused imagining a broken twisted neck, and a thrill thinking of a trailing intestine.*

'I feel the most intense pleasure [when killing]. Arousal, even.'

*The masterful painting [Minthara] depicts of the massacre awakens you hungrily.* Durge: 'Stop! I'm growing aroused!' or Durge: 'How delightful, I'm very eager to begin.' Nightwarden Minthara: 'Control yourself - you are as uncouth as the goblins.'

Notably Minthara responds the same even if Durge doesn't flat out say it, so I'd assume they're having the same response to that 'hunger' regardless.

In the same area you find that text, if you become the 'Chosen' of the Redcap masquerading as Bhaal to the kuo-toa, you get this:

*Mad guilt swills in your swooning, sick body. Today you became the tart of a false God, and your evil pride revolts.*

'Tart' being the polite way of saying 'whore', which on its own might just be a poetic way of calling them unfaithful to their religion, but with the extra context is beginning to form a potential pattern. I don't know whether Durge is referring to themselves, or if it's Bhaal calling them that. Or which is worse.

Similarly, the dream where Bhaal summons you to the duel with Orin to become his Chosen is labelled 'BloodWedding'. Again, wedding has more than one meaning, but it's most common usage is of the marital kind, and *gestures at the context of the fuckery above helplessly*

And if you go through with the whole thing and accept Bhaal, Sceleritas will tell you this:

'You and the Urge are wedded, now. One body, one mind.'

Oh, and if you have a love interest they're your 'false bride.' Let's not ask who the real one is.

Also this is a possible dialogue option if you sleep with the drow guy at Sharess' Caress and is meant to be humorous, but apparently Durge does take their daddy issues into the bedroom:

Player: 'I'm a disappointment to my father. Maybe we can work with that.'

I feel like I've forgotten some parts, but that's the gist of it.

[missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway]

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start

Word Count: 7904

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU

Summary: You both knew how he was and yet you somehow still put your faith in him to not to treat you like all the others. Lesson learned. At least you got a song out of it, right?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Angst and Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Feels, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Threesome - F/M/M, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Humor

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Banner by @cafekitsune

It all started a couple of weeks ago during movie night at Steve’s.

After everyone had gone to sleep in various areas of the house, the three of us were still a bit wired. So we retreated to Steve’s room and decided to play a game of 20 questions. Truth or dare really, without the ridiculous dares.

A question about sexual orientation came up. As it always seems too during these things.

Everyone knows you don’t have a preference for who you share your bed with. Gender truly means nothing to you in that regard. Seeing as there is no term for such an orientation these days you tend to go by Queer or Bi if someone really pushes it.

Your beloved Eddie is the same way. He just choses to remain label-less.

Although you’re a couple, you do tend to allow others into your bed from time to time if the mood strikes you. Your each other’s end game though for sure. Play partners are just that, for play.

Your only somewhat surprised to find out that Steve isn’t completely straight and has fooled around with men before. Always as a top of course. The man really loves to be serviced as much as he loves servicing. Or so he says.

“Have you ever kissed a guy before? Hooking up can mean a variety of things that don’t always include kissing.” You ask.

“Um,” He scratches the back of his neck. “Actually, I haven’t.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you’ve had a dick in your mouth but never kissed a man?” Eddie chuckles out.

“Well, yeah.”

You and Eddie share a look with each other. Devilish smiles spreading across your faces. You’ve had many a conversation and dirty talk that involved your shared attraction and crush one Steve Harrington.

“Do you want to?” You ask.

“Want to what?”

“See what it’s like to kiss guy?” You and Eddie blurt out at the same time.

“I mean I wouldn’t say no. But funny enough, it’s never really come up.”

“What do you think sweetheart? Should I volunteer myself for a little experimentation?” Eddie wiggles his brows.

“I don’t mind. But it’s not up to me now is it puppy?”

“Harrington?”

Steve’s eyes are locked on Eddies lips as he bites his own.

“How bout we give him a little taste of them in action?” You propose as you dance your fingers along the smooth collum of skin along Eddie’s Adam’s apple.

“I think that is a fabulous idea.” He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Bringing your mouth to his where they connect in an all too familiar embrace. It’s slow, sensual, and so damn sweet it’s almost teeth rottingly beautiful.

Steve is entranced. Hypnotized by the natural way you submit to Eddie’s control. He wants a taste of that. Even if just this once. Because that is all he can ever be good for. Just one night.

Or so he believes. He has never stayed longer than that. The only time he ever allowed himself that kind of indulgence was with Nancy. That ended up with him being left anyway, so what was the point of trying to stay if everyone always leaves.

That’s a problem for later though. Right now, he really wants to know what Eddie’s lips feel like and how you taste on his tongue. It’s a two for one deal he’s dying to try if the uncomfortable bulge in his sweats is anything to go by.

Eddie breaks the kiss. Hand still clasped around your chin. Your eyes are lust blown and you have the sexiest little smile on your face.

“Think you wanna give it a try Big Boy?” Eddie’s is riddled with its own lust.

He visibly swallows and nods his head. “Yeah.”

Eddie releases your face. A whimper escapes you in protest and he gives your forehead a quick peck. “I’ll be right back baby. I know you want to know what the King tastes like. Be a good girl for me and I’ll let your first taste of him be mixed with my tongue. Hmm.”

You nod your head.

“Words, little bunny.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Crawling over on his hands and knees, Eddie moves toward an anxious looking Steve. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

Steve nods his head. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He reaches forward, running a hand up Steve’s neck before tangling his fingers through the hair along his nape and pulling him forward. Similarly to the way he pulled you in just minutes before. He stops with his mouth just millimeters separating them. Giving Steve the chance to back out if that was what he wanted to do.

Instead Steve closes the gap and allows himself to be taking under Eddie’s spell. His lips are soft but that’s the only thing soft about this kiss. It is intense and all consuming. Making all his blood continue to run south to his already aching dick. Turning it to stone.

He can hear a faint whine in the distance. Most likely coming from you. He wants to see what this kiss is doing to make you whine like that. He’s dying to know what you think.

He doesn’t have to wait long to figure it out as Eddie pulls back. Releasing his hold on Steve’s hair. A small string of saliva connecting them to each other until they both turn to look at you.

You’re squirming in your spot on the floor. Thighs squeezed tight together. Looking for something to ease the ache you’re experiencing between your neglected pussy.

“Come here bunny girl.” Eddie husks out with a quirk of his fingers.

You quickly scramble over to him. As you’re deciding where to sit, he grips your waist and places you on his lap. Making sure your sweet little pussy is nestled in close to his rock-hard length. You whimper a bit at the feeling of him right up against where you need him most.

“What are you waiting for Bunny? You’ve earned your taste.” He sticks his tongue out and you latch on to it with a hunger Steve was not prepared for.

You moan as the flavor of him mixes with your boyfriends. Deepening the kiss your hips begin to grind against Eddie’s hardness nestled between your thighs.

Steve can’t help but to palm his own hardness trapped within his sweats. Is our combined taste really turning you on that much?

Eddie’s hands are gripped tight on your ass. Helping guide you over his shaft.

Steve may have had a wet dream or five about a scenario involving the three of you, just like this.

His eyes are fixated on the swell of your ass adorned with Eddie’s silver ringed fingers. He barely registers that Eddie has asked him a question.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you needed any help with that?” He points to Steve’s crotch. Where his hand has slipped under his sweats and has taken a full grip on his dick. Precum has begun to leak from his tip, creating a small wet patch against the grey fabric. He didn’t even realize that he had been slowly jacking off.

“Uh, Shit. Sorry. No. No. It’s ok. You guys stay here. I’m going to go take care of this.”

You whine when he gets up to walk out of the room. It stops him midway to the door.

Eddie begins to reassure you. “Oh Bunny. It’s okay. Stevie didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sure he wanted a kiss from you too. Who wouldn’t want to drown in your sugary sweetness?”

“What?” Steve turns with a look of confusion on his face.

“Oh your still here.” Eddie nonchalantly states.  “She thinks she ruined your experience by being too eager over getting a taste of you when you never asked to kiss or involve her.”

Shock registers on his face. “Excuse me?”

“Tell him Bunny.” Eddie pinches your ass.

You fidget in Eddies lap. Unable to make eye contact with Steve. “Um. Well. I just got so turned-on watching you guys’ kiss. It was really fucking hot. I wanted to see more. Where it would lead to. Maybe even get my own private little live action porno. I was going to stay out of it. Promise I was. But then Eddie told me to come over for a taste and I just lost my mind. I’m sorry Steve. I should be the one to leave to let you guys enjoy yourself. We usually play together but I can stay on the sidelines or leave the room if that’s what you need me to do.”

“Why would you leave the room?”

“So you can continue your little switching experiment without any distractions.”

“You’re not a distraction in the way you’re thinking, Sug. Trust me.” Steve states with a crooked little smile.

“Then what way is it?”

“The, I can’t tell if I want you sandwiched between us or I want to be sandwiched between you two, kind of way.”

Your lips round on an exhale. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He bites his lip. “And you kissed Eddie first remember. So I already got a taste of you and that really wasn’t enough.”

“What are you saying Steve? Do want to kiss me?”

“I’ve always had a sweet tooth. Why wouldn’t I want a taste of all that Sugar?”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words.

“Damn. King Steve strikes again. She’s like putty in your hands. Took me like a month to get her like this.”

“I can’t take all the credit. I didn’t even know she was submissive until you grabbed her chin and she melted into your kiss. I may have pulled her a bit deeper but that’s all you Eddie.”

“Thanks Stevie.” The man beams with pride. “So which one do you want more?”

“More what?”

“Do you want to have her sandwiched between us? Or do you want to be the filling in the middle?” Eddie asks.

Steve groans and grabs his cock once more. “Honestly.” He gives himself a squeeze as he imagines just what he wants. “I want to know what it feels like to be in the middle. I’ve only bottomed once or twice. I enjoyed it but I felt like something was missing. To fill someone up while I’m also nice and full. Fuck, that sounds heavenly.”

“Oh, Big Boy. Your wish is definitely my command. What do you say Bunny? Wanna have ourselves a Stevie sandwich. Finally see what all the fuss is about?”

“Yes, please.” You quickly agree. Uncaring of how this might go terribly wrong. Steve is the King of fuckboys after all.

“You heard her. Lose the clothes Harrington.” Eddie demands.

As Steve strips himself, Eddie takes his time undressing you. Almost as if he was putting on a show for Steve. Once you’re bare, he tells you to go lie on the bed as he quickly devests himself of his own tight clothing.

You're playing with yourself by the time they both reach the bed. Sinking two fingers into your dripping cunt. Coating them in your sweet arousal. Slowly pulling them out, you spread your fingers wide to show off the sticky mess now coating your hand.

Sitting up, you offer up your slick soaked fingers to Steve.

He crawls up into his bed, settling himself between your thighs. Widening them further with his hips as he weaves his tongue between your digits before sucking them into his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks and moaning at the sweet tartness dancing along his tastebuds.

A hand between his shoulder blades has Steve blinking his eyes open. Pupils blown out. Leaving only a sliver of their hypnotic brown to be seen.

“I know for a fact that my Bunny is more than wet enough to help aid in your bottoming adventure. But it never hurts to add some extra lubrication. Got any lube in here Stevie? If not, I’ll have to make a trip to the van.” Eddie inquires.

Eyes never straying from your glistening folds Steve responds to Eddie almost on autopilot. “N-nightstand. Top drawer. It’s a pretty new bottle too.”

“Good boy.” Eddie gives his ass a light slap and retrieves the lube. On his way back onto the bed he leans down to check in with you. Placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “You still ok with this Bunny?”

“I’m very green, Sir. Check for yourself if you don’t believe me.” You tease.

He slides his hand down your torso. The metal of this rings cool against your over heated skin. When he meets the tender flesh of your pussy, he strokes along your weeping slit. Gathering your wetness to then tease your clit with tiny little circles.

You can’t help the moan that escapes. He knows how to use those dexterous guitarist fingers, all too well.

“Mmm. Thanks for the assist baby. This’ll definitely help ease my fingers inside him.”

With his hand on Steve’s hip, he slides it down to grip his cheek. Spreading the supple skin to allow him access to Steve’s own little sweet hole.

“Now, Stevie. While I'm back here doing the hard work of prepping this nice ass of yours. I’m going to need you to be as relaxed as possible. My advice is to slide inside Bunnies warm and inviting cunt. I promise the grip of her walls hugging your cock will turn your brain to mush.”

“You good with that Sugar? Gonna let me sink right in?” Steve whispers in your ear.

“Please. I’m so empty Stevie.” You beg.

“We can’t have that now can we?” Giving himself a slow stroke. He gives his base a squeeze as he glides his tip along your folds. Tapping it against your aching button, making you gasp and squirm.

Your eyes remain focused on his face as he notches himself at your entrance and slowly pushes his way inside.

Your mouth opens on a silent moan. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the intrusion as you whisper a soft, “Oh fuck.”

“What is it Bunny?” Eddie, who has been watching with his own hand wrapped around his dick, asks.

“Big.” You moan out. “He’s so big. Sooo full.”

 Eddie gives a little sadistic chuckle. “Oh this is going to be even more fun than I originally thought.”

Steve turns his head. Having caught his breath from the initial shock of your tight pussy gripping him tight. Ready with a sassy reply on his tongue. A reply that never makes it past his throat, as Eddie takes his fingers coated in your slick and teases them against his hole.

With a little pressure, Eddie’s fingertip sinks in. He pushes it further past the ring of muscle until he is two knuckles deep. Pulling out he adds a second finger and begins scissoring them.

Steve groans at the intrusion. Hips grinding involuntarily from the sensations. His trimmed patch of hair along his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive pearl. Pulling quiet moans from your throat.

Eddie continues with his prep until he feels that Steve is ready to take his cock. Snapping the bottle of lube open, he applies a generous amount to his rigid length.

Pulling his fingers out, he grips Steve’s cheeks. Spreading him wide and spitting on his hole for good measure. With his dick firmly in hand he kisses the tip to Steve’s puckered hole and gently inches his way in.

Both men groan as Eddie bottoms out. Steve, overloaded with pleasurable sensations, is a panting mess.

“You gonna get those hips moving and satisfy my girl or am I going to have to fuck the both of you myself?” Eddie taunts.

“How the hell would you do that?” Steve ponders out loud.

“Like this.” Eddie pulls out almost to the tip and slams back forward. Thrusting so hard that he moves Steve’s hips. Pushing him deeper inside of you.

When he pulls back once more, Steve’s hips back out from you just a bit with them.

Than Eddies does it again. Choosing to stay still once he’s slammed home. “So again. Are you gonna fuck us yourself or am I going to be the one doing all the fucking?”

“Fuck. You. Eddie.” Steve grits out through pants.

“Maybe next time.” Eddie teases. “At least rub Bunny’s clit. Want to watch her come all over your dick before you lose it. With how taut your muscles are I expect this to go rather quickly.”

Steve turns to glare over his shoulder at Eddie. The subtle movement causes his hips to tilt in just a way that has his thickness grazing against your sweet spongy spot making you moan. Grabbing the attention of both men.

Your eyes are glazed over, and your bottom lip is being held hostage by your top teeth.

“Look at you little one. Laying here all patient like a good girl while we bicker like fools.” Steve coos. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you look underneath him.

“She’s the best girl.” Eddie says. Leaning over Steve’s shoulder to gaze down at you. “She deserves a reward for such good behavior don’t you think? How about a cream pie? Hmm. Stevie fills you up with a fat load while I do the same to him. Sound good to you Bunny?”

“Please.” You whine. You just want someone to move already. You’re so turned on it won’t take much for you to come undone.

Steve groans at your plea. Eddie swivels his hips and grinds deeper into Steve once more. Causing the overstimulated man to arch back into him and then plunge himself forward. Finally giving in and taking all the pleasure he can get.

It doesn’t take long before the room is filled with the cacophony of moans and whimpers as you lose yourselves in each other. The unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh rattling off the walls.

Steve’s thumb is rubbing circles against your swollen clit and you can no longer take the torture. You are the first one to succumb to the pleasure and lose your in the tidal wave of an orgasm.

Your pussy clenching down around Steve causes a domino effect. Without warning Steve’s length thickens even further as his cock begins to unload rope after rope of his creamy seed into your waiting womb.

The orgasm so powerful that his own hole, stretched wide by Eddie’s girth, starts to pulsate with each spurt. Taking Eddie over the edge, as he buries himself deep and let’s Steve milk him for all he’s worth.

You all collapse to the bed in a puddle of tangled limbs. Your pussy is a drenched mess covered in slick and Steve’s cum leaking from your still quivering hole. Eddie can’t help but lean over and clean the mess up with his tongue. Even going so far as to clean your essence off of Steve’s dick as well. Giving the stunned man a deep kiss once he’s finished.

He then proceeds to scoop you up into his arms and bring you to the bathroom so you can pee. There will be no UTI’s on his watch. When you’ve finished, he places you on the counter and using a warm wash cloth, delicately cleans your swollen petals of any remaining mess. A common practice in his aftercare.

Upon exiting the bathroom, with you wrapped tightly around his torso, Eddie notices the room is now vacant. Steve is nowhere to be found. He places you back on the bed and tucks himself in behind you.

“Where’s Steve?”

“Probably just went to use another bathroom. Get some sleep Bunny.” He kisses the back of your neck and you lose yourself to the pull of slumber.

You wake the next morning. Still wrapped in Eddies arms. The spot next to you in bed looks the same as before you crashed. You try and carefully remove yourself from your boyfriends’ arms but he begins to stir, pulling you in closer.

“Baby, I have to pee and we need to get going. I’m sure everyone is already awake.”

“Okay. Okay.” Eddie mumbles.

You pull yourselves out of bed, get dressed and make your way out to the kitchen where you hear numerous voices chattering.

“Morning.” You greet your friends. Noting that a particular person is missing. “Where’s Steve?”

“Oh, he left already. Said he had something he needed to do at work this morning.” Dustin relays.

“It’s Sunday. We don’t even open until 11. What could he possibly have to do?” Robin argues.

“I don’t know. That’s just what he told me.”

You and Eddie share a look. You can’t hide the mild hurt in your eyes. You really hope this isn’t what your gut is screaming it is.

Turns out, it was exactly what you thought it was.

You haven’t heard from or seen Steve since that night you all spent tangled up together. Eddie’s calls to hang out received “I’m sorry man. I’m busy,” or “Let me think about it”. If they didn’t go straight to voicemail.

You don’t even know what happened. You weren’t expecting him to crawl back into your guy’s bed or want to be a part of the relationship. But you also weren't expecting him to ghost the both of you like he has all the others. You were friends. The best of friends you thought. But it looks like you were sorely mistaken.

And goddamn does it sting.

“Bunny, I’m loving that the creative juices are flowing, but we really need to rehearse for this week’s show baby. Kind of hard to do without our lead singer.” Eddie teases you.

He’s also been effected by Steve’s coldness. He’s just better at hiding it. “What are you working on anyway?”

“I’m just working through some shit. Trying to purge it from my system. It’s that or turn to violence and vandalism.” You say with a sweet smile.

“I love how quickly you can go from sweet to vicious. All while maintaining a look of innocence.” He chuckles. “Let me see what ya got.”

You hand over your tattered notebook, where you’ve scribbled down your feelings toward the situation with Steve. He scans the words with a critical eye, brows furrowing like when he’s working on a new campaign for Hellfire Club.

“Do you have a melody for this already?”

“Kind of.”

“Good. So we can workshop it. I have some ideas.”

“Why would we need to workshop it?”

“Because babe. We’re going to preform it Saturday night in front of all our friends. Including Steve.”

“How on earth are we going to do that when he’s avoiding us like the plague?” You question.

He stretches his hand out to help you off the floor. Pulling you close as soon as you rise. “Just leave that to me, Bunny.” He kisses you on the nose and smacks your ass. “Now let’s make go make some music!”

“Come on Steve. Everyone’s waiting inside.” Robin whines.

“I told you I’m not feeling it tonight. I promised I would drive you and I have. Call me if you need a ride home.” Steve says with a sigh. He just wants to go home and sulk. Hiding from the recent feelings that he has been trying to avoid.

“Steeeeve. At least come inside and have one drink. Then you can go be grumpy at home.” She pleads.

“I’m not grumpy.” He huffs.

“Uh huh. And I don’t have a major crush on Vicki. You’ve been in a foul mood for weeks. You never know, their might be a little cutie inside to help bring you out of your funk.”

“Ugh. Fine.” He relents. Finding a parking spot and turning the car off. Robin beams with victory as they leave the car and head inside The Hideout.

They find their group of misfits rather quickly. You and Eddie don’t seem to be in attendance, much to his dismay. Sure he’s been avoiding the both of you but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy being in your presence.

Everyone greets him with their normal enthusiasm and jabs. Making him feel a little better for listening to Robin and coming inside.

“Ooh, It’s almost showtime.” Dustin says with excitement.

“Showtime?” Steve asks.

“Yeah showtime. Sug and Eddie’s band are debuting a new song tonight. They won’t tell any of us what it’s about so I’m excited to finally hear it.” He nonchalantly says.

“I heard this one is really personal.” Max chimes in.

“Ohhh. Even better.” Robin quips.

Steve just swallows. So that is where the two of you are. Getting ready to hit the stage. Maybe if he gets up and leaves now, you’ll never know he was even here.

Before he gets the chance to make an escape, the stage lights up with you dead center. Eddie is standing to your right. His favorite electric guitar strapped to his chest.

Even in the dim light of the bar you find your friends with ease. Eyes zoning in on Steve’s unmistakable frame. Your eyes lock for a moment as your drummer counts in and Eddie starts playing. It’s a beat he’s never heard before. Must be the new song. With a wink you turn to face the growing crowd and start singing.

The energy in the room is electric. You and Eddie are playing off of each other in perfect harmony. He can’t quite put his finger on why this new song is making him feel some type of way until there’s a lull and you enter a break down. Staring him down as you sing each note.

You were finished long before We had even seen the start Why don't you stand up? Be a man about it Fight with your bare hands about it now

I never wanted to say this You never wanted to stay, well did you? I put my faith in you, so much faith And then you just threw it away

You and Eddie sing the last chorus together on your mic. Foreheads pressed to each other’s. As Eddie strums his last chord and lets it ring out, he pulls you in by the back of your neck and lays a possessive kiss to your lips. You melt into the embrace, running your hands through his hair as the crowd goes wild.

As if you didn’t just call Steve out for treating the two of you like just another notch in his bedpost, you begin the next song. Throughout your whole set you continue to make eye contact with him. Never giving him a chance to escape. To run away like the coward he’s become.

You have a blast with your man onstage. Eddie playing up the sexy rocker as he teases and plays with you to the audience’s enjoyment.

The set is finally over and the bar has turned back to pumping music through the speakers. Steve is more than ready to leave. He just needs to finish his drink first.

Robin gets his attention. “That was such a great show. I love the new song. I can’t wait to tell Sug how much of a genius she is. If I could only find where she and Eddie slipped off too.”

“Oh they got held up by some couple. They’re right over there.” Dustin supplies.

Steve turns in the direction Dustin is pointing to find you very much engaged in a conversation. A pretty red head and her beefy mysterious looking blue-eyed boyfriend are very openly flirting with you. You’re smiling from ear to ear and Eddie is cracking jokes.

Steve does not like it. He watches as you exchange numbers. The red head giving you a kiss on the check before the couple heads back over to the bar.

Eddie leans over, whispering something in your ear as he tucks the phone number into your back pocket. Whatever it is has you biting your lip and taking a deep breath. Almost as if you need to center yourself.

You make your way over to the group. Hoots and hollers greet you from your friends.

“That was awesome. I could never dream of being that hot while running around on stage under all those lights.” Max confesses.

“Meh, you get used to it.” You shrug.

“What she means to say, is she is too busy trying to seduce me on stage that she doesn’t notice.” Eddie teases.

“I could fart in your general direction and your dick would rise to the occasion.” You retort.

“Thine bottom knows only how to speak in sensual tones. Far be it from me not to salute its sinful ways.” Eddie declares in his DM voice.

“You’re insufferable.”

“True. But at least I’m yours.”

“Yes. You most certainly are.” You lean in to place a sweet kiss to his Adams apple before snuggling in close to his chest.

Steve watches you closely. Yearning to be a part of your sweet moment.  

Just look at them. They’re perfect. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. How could I have been so stupid? Why on earth am I hiding away from them?

As Steve loses himself to his self-flagellating thoughts, Eddie speaks up. “Thanks for coming tonight, guys. Means a lot to us. I think milady and I are going to call it a night though and head on home. Let’s have a movie night at our place this week. Let me know if you can’t make it.”

With that you make your rounds hugging your friends and saying good night. When you get to Steve, you just give him a nod of the head and a quiet ‘night’ as you make your way out the door.

The way you said goodbye, like it was nothing. Essentially giving him the same energy he was putting out these last few weeks is driving Steve crazy. He doesn’t understand why it’s bothering him so much, but he needs to find out.

The only way he is going to get answers is by asking you directly. No one in the group even knows that you all slept together. So they will be of no help.

How long should he wait before hopping in his car and hightailing it to your apartment? If he leaves straight away it’ll be too obvious. He’ll just have another drink and then head out.

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You’re fooling around on the couch. Your pants and panties tossed on the floor somewhere. Shirt tangled up in your bra hitched high over your tits.

Eddie’s shirt is hanging off the arm of the couch. Handcuff belt undone and hanging loosely from his belt loops. Jeans unzipped to allow his thickness to breathe as you grind against him. Hair a mess from you running your fingers through them as you suffocate yourselves in kisses.

You needed a release for all the pent tension tonight brought. Your still riding the high from performing mixed in with the satisfaction of giving the figurative middle finger to Steve and his fuckboy ways.

You miss your friend, but you have more respect for yourself and your man, than to be thrown to the side like that. Friends fuck. It happens. When it’s as good as the night the three of you spent together you should want an encore; not running for the hills like a little bitch.

There is only so much grace you can give him. If he ever chooses to come to his senses, his penance will not be swift. He will need to grovel and beg. Atone for the sins committed against us before any true forgiveness can be given. Hurting you is one thing. But to hurt your precious Eddie in the process is a criminal offence in your book.

There’s a knock on the door. Choosing to ignore it, you continue your heavy petting.

That is until you hear a muffled voice. “It’s me guys. Open up.” Knock. Knock. “Please.”

Eddie breaks the kiss. Throwing his head back against the couch cushion. He lets out a huff before moving you off his lap onto the couch so he can answer the door.

He doesn’t bother making himself presentable. Why should he? He throws open the door shirtless with his hair a mess, bulge protruding through his open jeans and a wet patch on his crotch.

“If it isn’t Harrington. What do ya need buddy? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” He can’t hide the smugness in his tone.

Steve looks behind Eddie to the couch where you’re comfortably laying, uncaring about your half naked state. He licks his lips, remembering how you taste. “We need to talk. Please just let me in.”

Eddie looks back at you. You give him a subtle nod and he moves aside. Swinging his arm to beckon Steve inside. “Sure. Have a seat. We’ll have our little convo. But only after I finish taking care of my little Bunny. You’ve waited this long already. You can wait a little longer.”

He strolls over to where you’re lying on the couch. He ghosts his calloused fingertips along your legs. “Lose the shirt and bra. Then I need you to spread these luscious thighs for me Bunny. Your keeping me from my favorite meal and you know how famished I get after a show.”

You happily do what is requested of you. Opening your legs wide. He admires the way the light glimmers off of your dripping folds as he devests himself of his jeans and boxers.

“Now Harrington, you’re to stay seated while I take care of my little bunny. Hands will remain on the arms where I can see them at all times. At no point are you allowed to touch yourself unless instructed by me. Understand?”

Steve nods his head.

“Words, Big boy. I need to hear it.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good.” He crawls between your legs. Placing your right leg on the floor, he hikes your left over his shoulder. Putting you fully on display.

With a wink to Steve he buries his face in your aching cunt. Groaning like a man starved as your essence assaults his tastebuds. His grip on your thighs tighten as his tongue licks a wide trail from your entrance to your sensitive clit.

“God, you taste even sweeter tonight.” He growls out.

Getting back to the task at hand, he hums against your swollen pearl. Turning you into a moaning, whimpering mess. Your hands find purchase in Eddie’s unruly curls. Grounding yourself as his mouth takes you on a journey of decadent pleasure.

Seriously, this man’s tongue is dangerous.

Before you know it, you’re coming undone. The orgasm catching you by surprise with how quickly it came about. Eddie holds you down in place as you ride each wave on his tongue.

He’s not done with you yet. “Mmm. That was good bunny. But now I’m going to need you to do it again while your choking on my cock.”

With a strength Steve was unaware he had, Eddie lifts you up and switches your places. Once he is flat on his back, he maneuvers you like his own personal little rag doll. Lining your mouth up with his cock as your breasts lay against his abs and your pretty little pussy is perched perfectly on his chest.

“Mmm. Just look at you dripping for me Bunny. I was going to make you come again on my fingers only but you’re just so juicy I can’t help but feast some more.” Eddie confesses. “Now be a good little girl and show Stevie how well you suck cock.”

You run tongue from his base to tip. Gently you suck on his leaking head before hollowing your cheeks and taking him down your throat the best you can in this position. Thankfully you have no pesky gag reflex to contend with.

You completely forget about your captive audience as you treat your man’s dick like your own personal lollipop. Your moans muffled by the thickness restricting your air ways.

Eddie’s hips instinctually buck from the vibrations. Making him pump his fingers and work your g spot harder to bring you to climax.

He will not be coming in your mouth tonight. So he needs for you to cum once more so he can lose himself deep inside you where his seed belongs.

He doubles his efforts. Capturing your clit in his mouth and humming the melody to your favorite Metallica song. Turning his mouth into a personalized vibrator of the flesh.

The combination of his mouth and fingers is your kryptonite. Within moments you're screaming around his cock as the power of you orgasm has you gushing.

Eddie’s chin and throat are visibly wet. A devilish grin lights up his face while he licks his lips clean and proceeds to smack you on the ass. His thick cock lands with a soft thud against his abs as you gasp from the pleasurable pain.

He proceeds to raise himself into a seated position. Once again manipulating your body so that you are both facing Steve.

“Reach forward and hold on to the coffee table.” When your hands rest on the table Eddie grips your hips and lowers you down onto his cock. “Fuck that always such a tight fit. Now bounce this beautiful ass and ride me, Bunny.”

Without hesitation you lift your hips and slam yourself back down on his length. “Fuck.”

“That’s right. Sirs cock is the answer to all your problems isn’t is Bunny?”

Your eyes connect with Steve’s as you moan out. “Mmm. Yes. Yes, it is.”

Tangling his fingers in your hair, Eddie pulls you back against his chest. Resting his hand around your throat to keep you in place. Your legs framing his own. Allowing Steve a full access view of your pussy stretched out around Eddie’s girth.

“Do that thing with your hips that I love so much Bunny. The one that practically makes me feral.” Eddie requests.

You grin ear to ear as you begin to grind down on him. Moving your hips in a figure eight pattern. Making his dick hit all your sweet spots. The ones that cause you to clench down on him like a vice.

“Just look at him drooling over you Bunny.” He teases. “Bet he wishes he was deep inside of you again. To think he denied himself all of this for as long as he did. And I won’t even let him touch his aching dick right now.”

You let out a whimper.

“Fuck, you liked that. Little pussy just clamped down on me. You like that he can look but not touch.” He growls. You nod your head.

Something takes over him. A possessive energy he’s never felt before. His hand tightens around your throat as he thrusts hard and fast up into you. Turning you to putty in his hands.

Keeping eye contact with Steve he whispers dirty things in your ear that have you moaning and grinding harder. Lost in the hazy fog of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Bunny. Just like that. I can’t hold it anymore. Your pussy is just too good. Gonna fill you up. Make a real mess of you.” He grits out.

“Please. Want your cum so bad. Need it.” You sob.

“Then you better hurry up and cum for me.” He demands with a hard thrust.

Steve, who through some miracle has been able to not touch himself, begins to squirm in his chair.

It’s too much. Between the glazed over eyes of Steve and the absolute control Eddie has over your body, you let go. Coming hard with a whine.

You lay there, riding the waves of pleasure as Eddie fucks you through your orgasm. Just as the last pulses ring through your body, he gives a deep thrust. His tip notched at your cervix. With a groaning growl he unloads inside of your quivering cunt. Hips twitching until his balls are empty.

He slowly lifts you off of his softening cock. Reaching under your knees and hiking your legs up further. Allowing Steve to witness his seed leaking from your abused hole as he trails kisses across your shoulders. Running his nose along your neck. Showering you with sweetness.

Steve’s heated gaze fixates on the creamy mixture making a mess of your thighs. Letting out a whimper as he bites his bottom lip.

Eddie reaches down and runs his fingers along your folds. Coating them in your combined spend. “Steven. Come here.”

“You sure?” He quietly asks.

“Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He rises to his feet. Your eyes can’t help but stare at the noticeably large wet patch staining the front of his jeans as he walks over to you.

“Kneel.”

Steve lowers himself to his knees between Eddies open legs.

“Now open you mouth nice and wide for me.”

Steve complies and is rewarded with Eddie’s cum covered fingers resting on his tongue. “Suck.”

Steve quickly closes his mouth and moans as the taste of the both of you combined hits his tongue. With hollowed cheeks he happily does as he’s told.

Pulling free of his mouth, Eddie grips Steve’s chin with his saliva-soaked fingers. “Now be a good boy and lick my little bunny clean. I don’t want a drop left behind.”

As soon as Eddie lets go of his chin, Steve buries himself between your thighs. Laving at your slit with such reverence it has you coming once more before me sits back on his heels.

“Stay put. We will be right back.” Eddie lifts you into his arms and heads down the hall to your bathroom where he leaves you to do your business. He cleans himself and prepares a warm washcloth. You exit the restroom, and you exchange a sweet kiss.

You take a quick detour into your bedroom to throw on some clothes. A tank and boy shorts for you. A pair of sweats for Eddie. He makes sure to grab an extra pair before you head back out into the living room.

Steve is exactly where you left him.

You sit back on the couch and run your fingers through his hair. Eddie comes to stand behind you. Torso leaning over the couch.

“Stand up and let bunny clean you up.” Eddie orders.

Steve’s brows furrow as he stands. Confused at the care that is taking place at this moment. Before he has too much time to think about it you undo his jeans. Pulling them down and off of his legs. Equipped with the warm washcloth, you rid his soft cock and trimmed pubes of cum. Taking care to even gently clean each ball.

With the mess cleared away, Eddie hands over the other pair of his sweats. “Put these on and then we can sit down and talk.”

Eddie, having gone in the kitchen while Steve changed, hands a glass of water. “Drink the whole thing Bunny. Then you I’m going to need you to at least have snack. Do you want salty or sweet tonight?”

“Can I have both?”

“Of course.” He retreats to the kitchen once more. Returning with your snacks. Happily removing the empty glass from your hand. He wraps you up in your favorite blanket and proceeds to get comfortable. Placing your feet in his lap so that he can rub them.

He addresses Steve as he takes a seat on the couch. “Normally we wouldn’t have a conversation like this during aftercare, but I think for tonight we can make an exception.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t get it twisted though. You make her upset, and I’ll bruise up that pretty face.” Eddie threatens. Any trace of his lightheartedness gone.

“I don’t intend to. Well, any more than I may already have at least.” Steve placates.

“What do you need to get off your chest Steve?” You ask.

He sighs. “First I want to say that I’m an idiot and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what exactly?” Eddie asks.

“For running scared. That night we shared brought up some things I wasn’t ready to face.”

“Your going to need to be just a tad more specific there Harrington.”

“Puppy, don’t rush him.” You tap his shoulder. “Go on, Steve.”

“No he’s right.” He rubs the back of his neck. “As soon as we were finished all I could think about was spending every night just like that. Wrapped up in the both of you.”

“And that scared you?” You ask.

“Of course it scared me! Everybody always leaves. If you guys left me too, I don’t know what I would do.”

“So you chose to leave us behind instead?” Eddie snaps.

You place your hand on Eddie’s bicep. Rubbing your thumb in soothing circles to help calm him.

“No. Yes. I don’t know. I just needed some time to think and then before I knew it weeks had gone by.”

Eddie lets out an annoyed huff. Rolling his eyes.

“I said I was an idiot okay. I know I fucked up. I’m trying to fix it. I can’t lose you as best friends too.”

“Just because your fuckboy ways have rotted your brain, doesn’t mean we’d just abandon you.” You spoke up.

“Well that’s good at least.”

“You have a lot of groveling to do of course.” Eddie grins. “Can’t have you getting away with hurting my Bunny.”

“So does this mean I have a chance?” Steve puts on the sad boy eyes. All big and soft and brown.

Eddie looks to you. “Bunny?”

“Don’t put it on me.” You protest.

“You’re the one who wrote an entire song about how he made you feel.”

“And you did the arrangement. What does that have to do with this?” You argue back.

“Wait, that song tonight was about me?” Steve interjects.

“There is no way you are that dense Steve. You had to have at least some inkling it was about you.” You quirk a brow at the man.

“Maybe a little. But I didn’t want to seem like self-absorbed prick.”

“Too late” Eddie quips.

You him the side eye. “Can we just finish this up so I can get back to my cuddles and aftercare. I really want to watch Grindhouse.”

“You watch horror movies during your aftercare?”

“What can I say. The screams help keep me relaxed.” You smile wickedly.

“Why am I not surprised.” Steve shakes his head.

“Okay. It’s getting late. So for now let’s just work on getting back to where we were as friends and go from there. That sound good to you Stevie?” Eddie suggests.

“It’s better than what I thought I’d get.”

“Than it’s agreed. Can we watch my movie now?” You pout.

“I just have one more question.”

“Shoot.” Eddie replies.

“What was with that couple that approached you after the show?”

“Bucky and Nat? Oh, they’re a couple I used to fuck. They just moved back to the area and wanted me to have their new number in case I wanted to play again.” You nonchalantly state.

“Even told her to bring me along if she’d like.” Eddie beams.

“Does everyone want to fuck you two?”

“We do get asked a lot.” Eddie shrugs. “We’re a hot commodity.”

“No more talkie. Put my movie on please. Steve your free to stay.”

Eddie stares him down. “But you’re sleeping on the couch. Bad boys don’t get sleepy snuggles.”

“Yes, Sir.” Steve teases with a shit eating grin on his face.

[tavyliasin]

Hello Haarlep lover ❤️ can I request how Haarlep and Raphael acts when they’re jealous?(like in the game when Raphaelis a bit angry when you have your way with the tentacle emperor🤣) ( separately please)❤️

Hello darling~ What a delightful request! And featuring my most beloved, no less <3 I am more than happy to provide you the answers as far as I see them, though every headcanon is beautiful in its own right so do tell me all of yours, too~

Raphael and Jealousy

For Raphael, jealousy is all about PRIDE. To admit a feeling of jealousy would be a stain upon Raphael's pride. That would be accepting that he sees someone as important, that they are important enough to get under his skin. On the flipside, for someone to take something that is his, someone that he has a rightful (in his mind) claim to, that's a slight against him too. So when he realises either of these feelings, he's going to have that internal conflict. Someone is taking something of his, but he is also admitting that they were worth keeping in the first place. Of course, showing any of this is even more of a dent in his pride. So he will try to keep it tightly controlled, just a few snide remarks, a couple of threats to remind his possessions to whom they belong (particularly a certain rodent). However, when this reaches a limit he will snap and glow with incandescent rage. Ah, my precious little glow stick, I love to watch you shine~ Sexually this comes out as his most Dominant moments. He will display his power, make his mark, and ensure that his possession can think of nobody else but him, that they can feel nothing but what he allows them, hears no voice other than his in their ear. At his peak, he will aim to leave them completely unable to forget their time with him and quite desperate to crawl on their knees, begging for forgiveness. More explicitly? BDSM, pain play, power play, and a whole lot of edging~ A flurry of greedy desire, possessiveness, and an absolute need to prove that he is the only one worthy of attention. In regards to certain people... Little Mouse - Raphael's favourite client is one he is most loathe to admit his affection for, but also the strongest. However, he only considers certain partners to be an actual threat. He's not jealous over the mouse's relations with any of the companions, they're mere mortals, just romance and sex. He's certain he is better than them, and that his mouse will always scurry back to his house in the end. However, when The Emperor tries to stake a claim? That's not just about mortal concerns, The Emperor wants to have power over the Little Mouse, to change them irreversibly into what he wants them to be. That won't stand. Raphael will not have anyone stealing true power over his favourite client, and he will not stop until he sees both the Emperor and the threat of his Mouse becoming a squid completely obliterated from existence. Haarlep - Raphael owns Haarlep, and uses them. He doesn't care for their nature, and has no issue with providing them contracted clients to have sex with (and thereby feed from). However, this is still on his terms, and while he might not see it as jealousy he is particularly enraged by anyone playing with his toy without his permission. He may also begin to feel an emptiness if Haarlep refuses him, playing only in the forms of others and denying him any connection. But that's another story~

Haarlep and Jealousy

Jealousy to an incubus might seem like a completely absurd concept, and you might be right, but Haarlep still has needs. They don't much care what Raphael does with anyone else, but if this is at the expense of Haarlep being fed then they will begin to feel that bite of rage. What does get under their skin though is any feeling that someone else is better than they are, that someone else is bringing more pleasure to one of their toys than they have, that someone might want anyone else's touch but theirs... They want to be the focus, the centre of lustful affections, and being second best simply will not do. They are also envious of those who have more freedom to seek a wider range of experiences, perhaps even some jealous nature towards others indulging in sexual pleasure with their favourite toys somewhere out of their reach. Most clearly, during sex, if someone were to utter any name but Haarlep, the speaker would be in a whole world of trouble. They demand satisfaction, they require all of the lust to belong to them and them alone. Their response to jealousy is similar to Raphael, only they can be far more cruel. Not just edging, full denial of pleasure, teasing on the brink of torture, using their aphrodisiac saliva on their target until their mind almost breaks entirely in desperation. They don't just want their target to beg forgiveness, they need them to submit to them completely, with all but the last vestige of their soul that keeps them from being a mindless puppet to their whims. They don't have a specific reaction for different people, but they do not tolerate anyone losing focus on them during sex. No matter who it is.

[rosesradio]

Popping back in to say the Leo orgies start because Nico and Jason where getting a little too competitive at helping Leo’s self-esteem. Being effieled towered did help tho

...i'm not gonna lie anon, for a second when i read eiffel towered i thought that was like...double penetration in the sense that they'd both take leo from behind at the same time & i was like, man...i mean i've read a couple fics like that for other fandoms, but like...poor leo wouldn't be able to walk afterwards 🫣 lmaoo

but yeah that aside lol, not really my cup of tea...i did clarify the proper meaning on urban dictionary, feel free to make fun of me :') & i 100% see what you're saying

i could definitely see a scenario where jason & nico absolutely love showering leo with praise & being sweet with him, & leo's not really sure how to be receptive because he's not used to it (just like me fr—who said that). leo tries to be dismissive, but they have none of it & things escalate...because leo's hooked up with both of them casually, they're sort-of all together atp but haven't committed to a threesome.

so, jason winds leo up with praise as he pulls him into the bedroom. he tells him how good he feels, how he makes the prettiest face when he comes. & leo's embarassed, though he's too distracted when nico gets in the mix. he brags to jason about how good leo is with his mouth, about how he's like a living sex toy the way he knows how to wind nico up just right before finally letting him come. & leo's overwhelmed by their words, by their touches in the best way. he can't believe they actually think all those things about him, and the way they describe it is of course arousing, but also surprisingly sweet.

despite what the pair would usually do with leo individually, they decide to change things up for their first time as a threesome. nico fucks leo from behind, pushing him onto his knees and elbows. jason lets him enjoy the feeling for a little while, brushing his fingers gently through leo's hair as he takes in his lust-blown eyes and flushed face. his fingers grasp the sheets, his lips slick with spit, and—fuck, jason almost comes right then. nico has to order him, his words low, huffy, and hazy with pleasure, to get on with it before they both come without him.

jason then places two fingers under leo's chin, gently tilting his head up as he asks if he can "use that pretty mouth...nico's left such a nice review about it, after all..." and leo's nodding desperately. he can't believe that one person wanted to be with him, much less liked his head game enough to brag about it to someone else.

being used, being praised by two of his best friends, two people he's looked up to for so long, makes leo come untouched like nothing else. jason starts to pull leo up by his hair, nico pulling out of him, neither of them finished. leo just whines, doubling his efforts on jason's cock as he reaches behind him weakly for nico's thigh. he pulls nico hard against him, letting out muffled whines and moans, clearly telling him without words to keep going. he didn't even need a break, fully intending to get hard again by straight-up fucking on the get-go.

jason & nico give each other a look, mostly lost in the lust of it all, but also a bit concerned. they probably unlocked a beast within the usually shy leo, and his high libido would undoubtedly exhaust them to no end.

[jaepeachees]

New Year's Orgasms - Dongren / Renhyuck au 🎆

Summary:

The point is, Donghyuck was teasing Renjun all through new year's dinner, groping him under the table and making his body burn with lust. Renjun is really pissed off, and maybe he should get even, sending Donghyuck a video while he has lunch with his family.

tags: pillow humping, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Renjun wasn't a pervert, he was just at his limit, and it's Donghyuck's fault, who spent the entire New Year's dinner teasing him under the table.

It was a bad choice to sit next to Donghyuck, who didn't take his hand off Renjun's thigh for a single second.

He caressed, squeezed, and there were times when Donghyuck's hand went to Renjun's crotch, and all Renjun could do all night was keep a beautiful smile on his face, as if Donghyuck's hand hadn't been there for a few minutes inches from his dick.

It was a dinner for friends, the next day everyone would have lunch with their own family, but that night was about celebrating with friends, and Renjun was enjoying the moment, especially since there was the expectation of being taken to the nearest bathroom and be fucked by Donghyuck, the first fuck of the year.

Did not happen. At midnight, everyone toasted, and five minutes later, Donghyuck would simply be gone.

Renjun sent a lot of messages, and Donghyuck only responded at three in the morning, saying that he had to leave without saying goodbye so as not to miss his flight, but that he had just arrived safely at his parents' house.

Renjun understood, of course, he understood, but a quickie in the bathroom of Mark's apartment could have happened, it would only have been five minutes, and no one would have known.

Renjun spent the entire night with a butt plug, he was still so horny, three hours had passed since Donghyuck left, but his dick was still so hard and sore, and it sure oozed a nasty amount of precum, Renjun felt the dampness in his pants.

As if his body's sensitivity to receiving such intimate touches from Donghyuck wasn't enough, Renjun had to deal with the butt plug that eventually rubbed against his prostate every time his entrance contracted when receiving a little more intimate caress.

Thinking more clearly, Renjun easily comes to the conclusion that it was on purpose. Donghyuck was like the devil, whenever he played teasing games, it was to make Renjun flustered and make him beg, and that night was no different.

It was too naive to believe that he would have sex with Donghyuck, mainly because Renjun knew that Donghyuck would still take a flight to go to his parent's house, and because Mark's house was too crowded for Donghyuck to feel comfortable fucking Renjun in the bathroom with several people passing by out the door or lining up to use it.

Even though Donghyuck was like a hurricane that filled an entire room with his personality, he still cared about his own privacy, and it's not like he likes people to know about his sex life.

Renjun doesn't blame him, Donghyuck has the right to be reserved, but that still doesn't negate the fact that Renjun was so frustrated and so horny, and even the act of breathing became painful.

Renjun decided to go home when the pain became even more intense. He didn't know what was going on, on a normal day all that hard-on would be gone in less than half an hour, but this time it was different, and maybe it was because of the butt plug stimulating him every time Renjun contracted his hole.

With great difficulty, Renjun managed to climb the two flights of stairs that took him to his apartment, and as he walked through the door, he began to undress, desperate for a release to release all the tension he had held for three solid hours.

His cock was heavy, purple, extremely painful, and leaking. He had changed into clean underwear to go to Mark's apartment, but now, the underwear was soaked through and there was a small stain on his pants.

The stain went unnoticed, only Renjun knew it was there, because every time the cold air hit, he felt it.

Before Renjun could start anything, he desperately looked for his cell phone, and when he found it, he opened the camera and positioned it in a place that could capture the entire view of the living room.

Donghyuck teased him all night for nothing, so for Renjun, revenge was just.

Impatient, Renjun went to the sofa, where he grabbed one of the back cushions, which was big and hard enough to give him the pleasure he wanted to have.

Without thinking twice, Renjun mounted the pillow, positioning his cock against the fabric so that he wouldn't escape, initiating some light movements that rubbed his cock against the rough fabric of the pillow.

He couldn't hold back the moans, Renjun was so turned on that any touch on his cock could make him scream, and even though he had neighbors, he didn't give a shit, he just wanted to vocalize all his pleasure and make Donghyuck hear it from wherever they were, even if that was impossible.

As the movements became faster, Renjun's ass slammed against the pillow cushion, and that contact pushed the plug deeper into Renjun, making him wince every time his prostate was hit hard.

Renjun tightened his grip around that plug, the plug pressed harder against his prostate, and that contact made Renjun roll his eyes and feel like he could pass out at any moment.

His moans faltered, but he didn't stop moaning, his throat was already burning, but he wasn't going to stop until he came, and when he realized it, Donghyuck's name rolled beautifully through his lips.

Donghyuck liked to put Renjun in a downward position, to see him beg, to see him cry with desire, and perhaps, if he had been with Renjun at that moment, Donghyuck himself would have entered into a downward position.

Because there was Renjun, just the way Donghyuck liked it, astride a pillow and rubbing himself at full strength, like an animal in heat, moaning uncontrollably, his face all flushed, his nipples pink and hard, his dick purple, with a crazy amount of pre-cum seeping through the crack.

Donghyuck himself would have fainted with pleasure if he saw that scene.

Renjun brought his hand to both nipples, feeling how hard and sensitive their pink buds were. How he wanted Donghyuck to be there to watch and touch him, to suck his nipples, to fill his mouth with his cock, to come on his face and treat him like the insatiable whore he became after knowing him.

Suddenly, heavy tears come out of Renjun's eyes, he was crying, but it was a cry of pleasure, so needy that even sobs escaped his throat.

Renjun was so sensitive, so needy, wishing Donghyuck were there to end all that sexual tension once and for all, to give him an orgasm that would take him to heaven, then to take care of Renjun and fall asleep next to him.

Renjun started squeezing his own nipples, tightening his ass around the plug, which dragged even more against his prostate.

Renjun tried to hold back his orgasm a little longer, but the last hit to his prostate was enough.

A high-pitched scream comes out of Renjun's throat, his entire body begins to shake, and white strings of cum begin to spread across the couch.

Renjun's eyes roll back in his head, and his muscles become too tense, tightening the plug he wears even tighter. His toes are white from the tension running through his body, and his fists are clenched as his breathing is also uneven.

The only name that comes out of his mouth accompanied by a sly moan is the name of Donghyuck, and after experiencing the best orgasm of his life, his whole body violently relaxes.

It was as if all his energy had been drained through his cock, Renjun didn't even have the strength to keep himself astride the pillow, he just fell onto the couch and closed his eyes, trying to catch all his breath and order his own thoughts.

How he wished it was Donghyuck below him, hugging him and telling him he did a good job.

Renjun felt like his brain was cotton candy melting in water, because nothing coherent was going through his head, just the fantasy of being praised by Donghyuck after he came.

Renjun stayed still on the sofa for a while, and when the air against his skin became icy, he got up with a little difficulty, removing the plug from his ass and letting out a sly moan at the feeling of that uncomfortable emptiness.

🎆

Family lunches are always enjoyable, and Donghyuck enjoys being surrounded by people he loves.

What he doesn't expect is to receive a message from Renjun wishing him a happy new year, even though they toasted and hugged at midnight.

Upon opening the message, Donghyuck is placed in the same situation that Renjun was placed in the previous night.

Receiving a video of Renjun rubbing himself on a pillow is enough to make Donghyuck's dick come to life, and just like Renjun, Donghyuck can't leave the table to lock himself in a bathroom and masturbate. He can't even watch the video, all he sees is the little thumbnail where Renjun is riding the pillow cushion.

Just like Renjun, Donghyuck will have to spend the next few hours with a hard and sore cock, and he can't complain, after all, he was the one who did that to Renjun.

And maybe, just maybe, Donghyuck will catch a flight early to go see Renjun and finally give him his first fuck of the year.

[sparklingmusicofstars]

hello,

After I recently read the Hamefura light novel and watched the anime, I started to think the author had naughty tastes, because this story is similar to a hentai/ecchi novel/anime, when a prince is engaged to a princess, then the prince has the right to do what he wants. he wants from the princess, including kissing her or doing lewd things to her, even though the princess doesn't love him and doesn't want to do those lewd things...

I see that a fiancé's self-esteem is non-existent, the prince doesn't understand the princess's feelings for not wanting to do things. the pervert was forced (kissing adults without the princess's permission first)..

thankfully we, with the help of the other harem, kept Katarina away from Geordo's perverted actions..

just imagine if Katarina and Geordo were alone for too long at a time without anyone near them, of course Geordo will act like a fiancé, including these perverted acts, maybe Geordo can restrain his lust for a few moments, but when the right time comes, Geordo will definitely commit even more perverted acts, of course assuming Katarina is his fiancé so he has the right to have her without needing her. Katarina's permission first (I'm sure of that).. not to mention here I see that Geordo is forcing his feelings on Katarina too much. It's true that Geordo allows Katarina to be free to make friends with anyone and to be free for anyone to approach her, because Geordo doesn't want to see Katarina sad by limiting her. friendship..

but the author seems to like hentai stories with wild love that ends in sexual passion.. it's a shame..

I don't see any pure romantic stories here, only forced love stories that end with a perverted adult kiss.. different from the reverse romance that I like I know all this time, I hope the author reads my disappointment here...

Katarina deserves better happiness than Geordo, with Katarina's own choice, Katarina seems to have no self-esteem since her memory came back and got engaged to Geordo, the author should have let Katarina decide for herself with whom she's engaged to other than geordo, not a love based on otome game route rules... thanks

Hello,

I honestly never thought of Hamefura as a story close to erotic. In fact it's even one of the less erotic I ever saw.

Because the most sexual scene we ever saw in the whole series was when Sora pushed Catarina down a bed.

Geordo is not as perverted as he looks because he gets really nervous when faced with a romantic gesture.

I think the author created Geordo like this because this kind of guy is generally popular with girls. He is the possesive, sexual and proactive one. Unfortunately the author never made up anything about engagements ; generally the prince in almost all stories has the right to do what he wants to his fiancée. For example : How did Raeliana survive in the duke's mansion, 7 times loops....ect

Geordo mainly acts like that because he is really desperate to be with Catarina and he never asked her for her feelings because he was afraid of her answer, like most of the harem. And he is worried all the time that someone could "take her" when he's not here because of Catarina's innocent demeanor so he wants to make her his as soon as possible, it's a bit of a child's personnality.

The author also introduces all the men in the harem (and not just the harem) as lewd in a way...even Alan ! So I guess that Geordo is the only one who acts openly because he has the right to do so.

We must also take in consideration Catarina's denseness, all the harem member agree to say that making active approaches is the only way to make Catarina noticing their feelings and so Geordo tries to make romantic gestures that could not be considered as simple friendship.

Though of course that doesn't mean I'm okay with Geordo's actions, I agree that he should let Catarina have more freedom and not try to force his feelings on her too much.

In fact I wanted Catarina to avoid being engaged to Geordo as children so they could have a real love story and ending where Catarina considers their engagement as a positive thing and not some kind of chain that keeps her from acting like she wants.

Oh, and I agree that the author has a bit of naughty tastes but to me she rather seems to love stolen love stories and love affairs.

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📱Do they enjoy sexting or phone sex?

😤Do they seek out sex when angry or frustrated? Would they offer sex to a frustrated partner?

🖊️Body writing? What would they write on their partner(s)? What would they want written on them?

🏙️How far would they go in public?

🔪Are they into weapon-play? Knives, guns, etc.?

⁉️What kink did they surprise themself with?

asking for pride <3

hehehe!!!! >:3 the demonic horn dog of my heart

📱Do they enjoy sexting or phone sex?

Yes, to an extent. He delights in sending surprise nudes and videos of himself whacking it or asking for those things, but to Pride, it's always foreplay for later. He wants to do phone sex to get revved up for later tonight.

😤Do they seek out sex when angry or frustrated? Would they offer sex to a frustrated partner?

Pride... used to go looking for sex when he was angry, or frustrated with something, or just mad at himself. He found Lust that way, and it was basically one of his two coping mechanisms for feeling better ("better"). It got..... bad. The only way he could feel better about himself/his situation was by going to someone who explicitly wanted him to feel bad, fed into his bad feelings, because it knew how to manipulate his need for affection. He doesn't do that anymore.

On the flip side, though: yeah Pride would absolutely be into being someone's sex-based punching bag when they had a bad day at work or something. All of his holes are ready for that.

🖊️Body writing? What would they write on their partner(s)? What would they want written on them?

Haha! I've cleverly already answered this question during Kinktober Day 22! But I will answer it here anyway

As shown in the prompt, Pride is partial to sexy instructions. He writes directions and little invitations to follow through on later, implicitly stating that Justice is "open for business" and simply Has No Choice but to do whatever the instructions say. It says "good boys take the strap" right here, so there's only one way to find out!!! if you're truly a good boy!!!!! And of course the defilement of something innocent and holy is something that is not as present in that particular story, but something he would totally be into, because his corruption kink subsumes all others.

As for himself, Pride wants PRRRAAAIIISSSEEE all over his entire everywhere. He wants compliments and hearts and messages that swear up and down he's the most fuckable demon in the whole world. He wants proof of his sexiness written all over him. Justice is very good at praise, so this is something he never has to worry about.

🏙️How far would they go in public?

All the way. Like, fully to completion in the produce aisle of the local grocery store. Pride is that person at that orchestral performance who had a screaming orgasm in the audience.

🔪Are they into weapon-play? Knives, guns, etc.?

Mostly knives! I don't think he'd be as much into guns or other kinds of weapons, not for any practical reason, he just thinks knives are Peak Sexy. Especially since Justice can summon a holy sword at will, that he has at multiple points been threatened by, and the very easy penetration metaphor there...

In a nutshell: to Pride, his pocket knife is a sex toy, and being stabbed is hot.

⁉️What kink did they surprise themself with?

Hmm, good question... He's such a horn dog I can't imagine him being surprised by much

Not sure if this counts as a kink, but being treated gently? Perhaps?It's never something he considered could be hot, much less be into himself, but being praised in a gentle way, being taken care of, instead of the "fucking someone so good they give me praise about it" way he's used to, kind of shook up his entire world and brain. No one had ever bothered to take care of him before Justice. He had a crisis of "no. shit. i hate being vulnerable it sucks. but this doesn't suck. but it also DOES--" so he's like, really normal about it.

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This whole "Love" thing

Fuck it, here's incredibly personal-Headcanon Mikey (including some mentions of other brothers) one shot. I hope I won't make people mad xD

Summary: Mikey has thoughts about himself and is struggling with his identity.

Rating: T for a mention.

Tagging: @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @pheradream15 @dilucsflame33 (lemme know if anyone wanna be tagged/untagged in the future! Also plz do tag me in your stuff too!)

Mikey loved love. He loved the concept of it. The magical fairy tale sold by the TV and comic books.

He loved his family, pizza, New York. He loved being a hero, his skateboard and the ancient teddy bear he got from his dad when he was a kid.

But no matter how hard Mikey tried romantic love evaded him.

There were women, guys and nonbinary pals that he tried to have this love with. Sex was great, don't get him wrong. He enjoyed it and it made people he was with happy but he always could tell like something wasn't quite there. It led him to believe there was something wrong with him.

He had seen his brothers finding love. April eventually getting with Casey. He was happy for them all. He himself though was... confused.

"What is eating you my son?"

Mikey looked up startled from his own thoughts by Splinter's voice. "Me? Psh, nothing, all good, yeah," he replied a bit too quickly waving his arm dismissevely. "What makes you think that?"

"For starters, Michealangelo, you decided to join me for a game of go," the rat smiled at him. "You also have been considering your move for about 15 minutes now and didn't notice when I got up to bring myself some tea." Splinter gestured to the fresh cup next to him.

Mikey glanced there and sighed then looked at the board. He moved one piece, rather unmotivated.

"Sensei, is it possible for someone to... not feel love?" He finally asked.

Splinter stroked his chin before answering slowly. "The simple answer this this would be no, but that is a very complex question and cannot be answered with just one word." He hummed to himself. "In Ancient Greece they have named different kinds of love a person can experience - Storge the love of kinship and familiarity, Philia the platonic love, Eros the lustful love and pure, divine Agape. There are other of course. In the phylisophy of Confucianism there's love expressed by duty and action, focused more on the relationship rather than feelings. In oposition to it stood Mozi with his idea of universal love, equal among everyone."

Normally, with this lenght of lecture Mikey might have gotten distracted by his need to learn more about what he was feeling mixed with anxiety kept him listening. All this information was making him a little dizzy though.

"What does it mean?" He asked.

"It means my son that there is more to love than romance the shows on TV are trying to teach you," his father explained patiently. "You can feel one love without experiencing another. It doesn't make you any less worthy of love or incapable of it."

"What? Who said it was about me? I was, you know asking for a-" he stopped seeing the look on Splinter's face.

"I believe the Internet that Donatello and the rest of you enjoy so much, could have more modern outlook on this topic." He moved a piece on the board, giving Mikey an amused look.

"Right." Mikey nodded. "I better go then. Thanks, sensei."

He stood up and bowed before going further to the lair. What his dad said made him feel better. A little. He was still feeling a bit alone in his head with all that. He could check online like dad suggested but he wasn't sure just how much did Donnie monitor their phones.

He bit his lips. Fuck it. He'll deal with it later. He opened his phone and typed: "Is it normal to not feel love?" His thumb hesistated over the search icon, suddenly feeling a bit scared.

Deep breaths, Mikey, he told himself, then hit it.

Hours later he knew more. There was a name to it. Aromantic, that's how it was called. Leo was poly-bi, Raph was bi, Donnie was demi and he... he was Aromantic. Or aro for short. So this was okay. It really was okay.

Somehow the knowledge that there was name for it. That there were people like him out there, the scope of experiences varying of course but... He wasn't alone. It was such a relief he almost wanted to cry.

He was going to be okay.

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1. it’s been a secret for the longest time

A/N: Hey, guys!!! I've been working on this story for about a week or so, I'm so excited to finally be posting it!!! A couple of weeks ago, I became absolutely obsessed with the song inspiration for this and eventually my brain started applying it to Trilance and I'd say the result is absolutely beautiful. This is actually Chapter 1 out of at least 2 (though I might continue with more than that if people really want me to). Originally this was going to be much longer, it was actually going to include a whole smut scene which would've almost doubled the word count at least, maybe even fully doubled it, but my laptop needs to charge and I need to go to sleep, lmao. So you guys get part one now and part two sometime tomorrow!! Imma have to go back through and do some proofreading later on, but for the most part, it should be good to go!!! Happy reading!!!

Pairing(s): Tristan x Lancelot

Summary: For months now, Tristan and Lancelot have played a game of secret flirting, lustful longing, and maybe even something a bit more. But now that a certain date has finally been set, they're running out of time to decide what they want and Tristan decides he's going to finally make a move to advance things forward.

Tags: Aged up characters (somewhere around 21-24), alcohol, sexual tension, slight Guinevere bashing (💀💀), cheating/infidelity sorta (depends on how you look at it, I guess? But people have tried to come at me for not tagging cheating in the past, so, lmao)

Song Inspiration: Shameless By Camila Cabello (Highly recommend, btw)

Word Count: 4,883

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own.

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[Series Masterlist]

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6] [Chapter 7] [Chapter 8] [Chapter 9]

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Lancelot holds his breath as he waits. It's time. This is when he always shows up. Well, when they always show up, but he could care less about her. It's only him that he's concerned about. And there he is. Right on time. He watches from across the crowded club as two people come in through the front entrance. The flashing lights of the paparazzi that have followed them here were barely noticeable thanks to the heavy door blocking the club from the outside world quickly closing behind them.

A pinkette and a silverette make their way through the dancefloor slowly, stopping and talking to people, going by the bar to get their first round of drinks. Both of them are the closest thing to royalty you can get in their country, and in this club that means they are royalty as far as anyone is concerned. And they definitely live up to the title. A prince and a soon-to-be princess.

They're both beautiful. Stunning, even. They're shining stars, a picture perfect couple. The ultimate couple goals. Their life is perfect and nothing could be better. Everyone wants someone to love them like those two love each other. All anyone wants in life is to find someone who treats them as well as the prince treats the princess. That's all according to the world-wide media, anyways. But again, Lance doesn't care about anyone but the prince.

Finally, after a few minutes, they make their way over to where Lancelot is. Because of course. If they're the prince and princess, then he's a nobleman, his father being the royal advisor to the King himself, after all, if he were to continue his kingdom metaphors. He could even go so far as to say he was a family friend, though he's personally never spent much time with any of them.

"Lancelot, hello!" The princess addresses him kindly. "How have you been?"

He meets her eyes reluctantly. Not because he's afraid or intimidated by her, quite the opposite, in fact. There's just better places for him to look at right now. "I've been well, and you, your majesties?" He tacks on his little nickname for them with a playful grin.

She flushes slightly, but just shakes her head at him with a roll of her eyes while the prince beside her lets out a deep chuckle that absolutely lights Lance up inside. "We've been very well, isn't that right, my love?" The prince looks from Lance to the woman beside him as he speaks.

"Oh, yes, so much has happened recently. We must catch you up once we've finished making our round of greetings." The princess looked to be positively bursting with excitement. She then looks to the rest of his booth with curiosity and confusion, seeming to just now notice the lack of a brunette beside him. "Both of you. Where's your princess, Lance?" She questions, a mischievous spark in her eyes as she teases him with his own nickname for her.

Oh gods, don't let her hear you call her that. She would never let any of us live it down and then we'd have some real problems. He thinks with a mental sigh of exasperation. "She had a business call to attend to, I'm sure she'll be back by the time you two are." He states politely.

They both nod. "We'll be off then, see you in a few." Is called back at him as they turn and walk away. He shakes his head and turns back to the table, downing the rest of his drink in order to keep himself from staring at the Prince's backside as he walks away. He sets his glass back down and tilts his head back, closing his eyes and sighing as he sags in his seat.

The prince and princess. Tristan Liones and Isolde Connors. Son of Meliodas Taizman and daughter of Chester Connors. Chester is someone who started out as nothing more than average middle-class and managed to work his way up the ladder and into the livelihood of the rich after finding a way to create a new piece of technology that allows people to rediscover long lost memories.

Meliodas is the Mayor of the city of Liones, the capitol of our country and the biggest and most populated place in all of Britannia. He's married to the previous Mayor's daughter, so some like to say that he didn't rightfully earn his place as leader of the people, but the truth is, he had already started making a name for himself before he'd even met his current wife, through his connection with the Sin Committee.

They were a group of activists who came from out of town. They're an interesting mix of people. Each of them have their own individual cause that they wanted to focus on the most, so they'd be in charge of that topic, situation, idea, etc. But whenever there was a protest or a meeting or a vote, all the other members would gather to help out. There was 7 of them, so they each chose one of the seven deadly sins to use as a code name, which is also where their official group name came from. They gathered for all kinds of stuff. Protests, uprisings, voting polls, they made speeches and outed assholes who tried to make themselves look good. And they didn't just do it in Liones, they did it all over Britannia. Danafall, Edinburgh, Benwick. They were changemakers and they were damn good at it.

They were planning on eventually traveling out of Liones and continuing on, but then Meliodas met the mayor's daughter, Elizabeth Liones. And he decided to stay so that he could be with her, settle down and actually grow out some roots somewhere. And the rest of his group followed suit, each one finding some reason or another to stay here and build an official life for themselves. Eventually Meliodas and Elizabeth got married and not long after, Meliodas ran for Mayor as Elizabeth's father stepped down.

So, the prince. Yeah, Lance thinks it's a pretty fitting name, considering the whole damn city is named after his family. That choice of nickname definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that if told to, he would immediately fall to the man's feet and do whatever else was asked of him without hesitation. It definitely doesn't have to do with the fact that for months, the only constant thought in his mind is what Tristan's skin might feel like and how his lips might taste. And it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Lance has never wanted any man, any person, more than he's wanted Tristan Liones. Definitely not.

"What's up with you? Tired already?" A voice breaks him from his thoughts as the brunette slides into the booth next to him, having finished up with her phone call.

The only thing making me tired is you, Lance thinks wryly. "No, just lost in thought, thinking over some stuff." He replies, flashing her a quick half-hearted smile. "Isolde and Tristan stopped by to say hi. Isolde says she wants to tell us about some things. They should be back anytime now." He informs her.

"Oh good, it's been awhile since we've seen them, it'll be good to catch up." She states, smiling as she loops her right arm through Lance's left one and leans her head on his shoulder. Lance suppresses a sigh and places an arm around her shoulders out of obligation more than anything else, the girl under his arm sighing contentedly and snuggling closer. He grimaces, glad she can't currently see his face. Luckily, he's saved from having to linger too much on her, as Tristan and Isolde take that moment to appear once again.

"Oh, Guinevere, you're back! Lance said you would be back before we were, but I was worried when he mentioned it being a business call." Isolde admits to the woman at his side.

"Oh, it was nothing, everything is fine now." Guinevere waves her hand in front of her with an air of nonchalance.

Lance stops focusing on the women's interaction as he finally gives in to his urge that's almost instinct by now to look at Tristan. Tristan, who currently appears to be burning holes into Guinevere's arm with his eyes, glaring directly at where her arm is looped with his. Oh. Jealousy was not something seen often on the prince, but Lance is just now realizing that it is a very good look on him. Especially when it's about Lance himself.

Tristan must've felt Lance's eyes on him because his multi-colored eyes were suddenly meeting bright red. Lance's breath hitched. He was suddenly pinned by the hot spark in those green and blue irises of his. Something had changed, had finally shifted in this long game of theirs. He knew right then that tonight would be different. He didn't know how yet, but he was excited to find out, and he made sure to hold his realization and how he felt about it into his expression, with a hint of questioning. The silver-haired prince shook his head with a quick wink, just the tiniest of movements that no one would notice unless they were specifically looking for it. 'Not right now, you'll see.' Is what he was saying. Lance gave a nod in acknowledgement, another barely there movement, and smirked. Tristan is the only reason he really even continues to come here and he never disappoints, not that Lance has ever expected him to.

"So," Tristan speaks up then, clearly having paid enough attention to the other conversation happening to know when to interrupt. "Shall we head up to the lounge? It's so much easier to talk privately up there." He suggests, looking away from Lance and between the pinkette and brunette.

"Oh, yes, that sounds like a wonderful idea." Guinevere says, already getting up with her drink in hand. Lance follows suit as Isolde chimes her own agreement and the four of them head up the club's spiral stairs, the prince and princess leading the way and Lance swears that Tristan is swaying his hips slightly. Gods, he'll be the absolute death of me, Lance groans inwardly.

They enter one of the VIP lounges, the one they enter completely empty except for the bartender at the bar in the back of the room. Lance orders a second drink as the other three go sit down and he walks over to join them soon ever. When he reaches the table that they chose, he freezes for a moment. The place that was picked to sit at was a round, single booth with two spaces to enter it. On Lance's right, he could easily sit down right next to Guinevere, just like he always does, just like he should. But next to Guinevere is Isolde and next to Isolde is Tristan with an open spot right next to him and for a split second, Lance genuinely considers turning to the left and sitting next to the prince. But he catches himself and dutifully takes the spot to the right.

As he slides into his seat and places an arm across the top of the booth behind Guinevere's head, he looks to Tristan with nothing but a deep longing, finding the same emotion reflected back at him. He swallows and turns away from him, afraid he might do something stupid if he continues looking at him in that moment.

"So, Isolde? What's all this exciting news you guys have to tell us?" Lance asks as he looks at her, an eyebrow raised as he takes a sip of his drink. He notices out of the corner of his eyes that Guinevere also turns to her as she leans into his side again. He forces himself not to shift away from her.

Isolde suddenly gives out a quiet squeal. "Okay! So," She looks at Tristan for a moment before turning back to them, Lance watching as the positions of the prince and princess mirror almost exactly Lance and Guinevere's. But he doesn't think much of it as Isolde continues talking. "Tristan and I have finally gotten a date for the wedding figured out!!" She exclaims happily, positively beaming. Guinevere gasps and shares in Isolde's excitement, the two women taking a moment to ramble together.

Tristan gives out a low chuckle and Lance turns to him again, something off about the sound that escaped him. The prince seems tense, his expression tight, and it becomes clear to the blonde that his chuckle wasn't born out of any kind of amusement, though it could easily appear that way to the two others in their party, as they were barely paying him any attention in this moment. Lance's brows furrow, a slight tilt of his head asking Tristan what his reaction was for. Yeah, so they figured out a date for the wedding already. Not ideal for Tristan, he was sure, but-

"Yes!" The fakest smile he had ever seen to date plasters itself across the prince's face. "August 28th." He states. "Of this year." And right there was the answer to Lance's question. Four months. Tristan and Isolde were getting married in four months. The public had only known them to be engaged for three.

"Ohhh, an end of summer wedding will be beautiful." Guinevere says in awe.

"Oh, won't it?" Isolde coos, her hands clasping in front of her.

"In just four months, huh? That's a lot sooner than I would've expected." Lance pipes up, his eyes not having left Tristan's at all yet.

"Yes, well, Isolde just couldn't wait any longer." Tristan states. "And apparently neither could my parents. August was supposed to be a completely unavailable month. But upon hearing that August was ideal over September or November, he completely canceled all matters of business for the month. That way we could have "the pick of the lot", he said." Tristan spat out, his words getting colder as he continued, and this time it didn't seem to be for a reason that he cared to hide.

Lance's suspicions were confirmed when Isolde spoke up next. "Oh, Tristan, cut your father some slack. I know you were excited for that trip, but your father just wants to help us in any way he can." She tells him, her voice on the verge of scolding. The tone made Lance almost scoff.

Tristan looked down at Isolde with a much softer expression than he had just a moment before and smiles at her. "You're right as always, I'm sorry. Forgive my thoughtlessness." And then the prince lays a soft kiss on the princess' lips, and the young nobleman has to look away quickly at the sight. Lance takes a long drink from his glass as he surveys the rest of the lounge outside of their booth, seeing it still empty as it was before. He's about to excuse himself for a moment, needing some air, when he's stopped from doing so.

"Isolde, do you mind if I talk to Lancelot privately for awhile? Most of the rest of your announcements have to do with the wedding more than anything else and Guinevere seems a lot more interested in those details than Lance does. Plus, I feel like I should finally get to know a bit more about the man. His father is practically my uncle and yet I feel I've barely spent any time with Lancelot himself." Tristan explains to his fiance, looking at her with casual questioning.

Isolde smiles at him, believing his explanation entirely. "Of course!" Suddenly she lights up even more. "Oh! Anne should be here soon, too! Guin, have you met Anne yet? You would absolutely love her!" Isolde gushes as she looks to the brunette.

Guinevere shakes her head. "Oh, I don't think so, but if she's a friend of yours, then I have no doubt that we'll get along." She states warmly. Isolde beams at her as Tristan exits the booth to let Isolde out and Lance follows his lead, letting Guinevere out. Isolde and Tristan share a peck on the lips and Lance turns to Guinevere to do the same, knowing she'll expect it.

"Take your time, don't rush, okay? I want you to have fun with your friends. We are here for that purpose, after all." Tristan points out to Isolde.

Isolde grins and throws her arms around him in a quick hug and for a moment, the smile on Tristan's face is back to being genuine, obvious affection on his face for the woman before him. Just not the kind that it's supposed to be. "Thank you. Have fun with your new friend, Trist." Isolde says before turning and looping her arm with Guinevere's, dragging her away as the brunette waves at Lance as she goes. Once the two of them have left the lounge and headed down the stairs to go meet up with Anne, Lance turns back to the booth, seeing Tristan already sitting once again. Lance sits back down as well, both of them choosing spots that allow them to be exactly across from each other.

They both stay silent for a few minutes, simply staring at each other, both seeming to be in quiet contemplation. Then Tristan breaks the silence first. "So, when are you and your fiancé going to make an announcement? The public doesn't even know that you two are engaged yet." He points out.

Ah, yes. His fiancé. Not by his own choice, of course. He doesn't have a single romantic notion towards her. In fact, he doesn't really have any platonic ones towards her, either. Guinevere is too arrogant for her own good and has way too big an ego, not to mention her whole I-know-everything attitude. It's all just a big turn off for him. But he's stuck with her. For now, at least. She's the person that his parents chose for him. Just like Isolde is the one that Tristan's parents chose for him. Some people have said recently that arranged marriages are way too old school and going out of style, but in reality, they're just as common now as they were 200 years ago.

"I'm not an actor like you, Prince Tristan." Lance tells him with a wry smile. "Guinevere is well aware that I'm not in love with her and she doesn't want to start up the wedding process until I do fall in love with her, because, apparently, she's absolutely certain that I will eventually."

Tristan tilts his head to the side slightly. "And how do you know that I'm acting with Isolde?" He asks, a hint of teasing in his tone.

Lance raises an eyebrow at him and he chuckles softly. "Considering you look at me in ways I've never once seen you even consider looking at her, I'd say you're more likely to be in love with me than with her."

Tristan's eyes widen as soon as the words leave his mouth and Lance's do, too, once his own words register in his mind. That right there was territory neither of had even dared go into before. There's never been any communication of feelings besides lust, passion, and curiosity. There couldn't be any romance between the two, could there? He was frozen, unsure how to recover from his own suggestion.

"Well. You certainly are observant, that's for sure." The silverette seems to have recovered faster than him, though his voice is much softer than it was before.

The topic switch definitely helps. Lance locks eyes with him, pouring every ounce of want he has for the man into his eyes without a single bit of shame or hesitation. "Yes, but you already know that, don't you?" Flashes run through his mind of all the times they've checked each other out or sent silent flirtations towards each other.

From the way Tristan bites his lip, he's thinking of the same thing. But instead of replying, he slides further into the booth, until he's in the middle of the half circle. He pats the spot right beside him. "Come over here." He orders.

Lance hesitates for a moment. Not because he doesn't want to be closer to Tristan. He knows that once he moves closer, it'll be the turning point of whatever this is between them. All of this is completely new. As he noticed before, he makes note of it again. Something is different about tonight. And he has a feeling he's about to find out exactly what it is. But he hangs back a little longer. It's like when a roller coaster reaches the top but then stops for just those extra few seconds, building up the anticipation so that you feel it just that tiniest bit more when the ride finally dips and takes the drop down. And it seems his decision was the right one.

When Lance doesn't immediately come over to him, Tristan bows his head down slightly, then looks back up at Lance through his lashes, an almost shy look on his face. "Please?" The single word comes out as half whisper, half purr and Lance suddenly feels the need to adjust himself. Fuck.

Lance slides across the booth until he's right beside the prince, only about an inch of space between their bodies. He's tense now. He doesn't know what to do with himself, where to put his hands. Eventually he decides to just place them on the table in front of him. He left his drink across the table, so he just lays his hands flat on the dark wood. Then Tristan places his hand on top of Lance's and he startles slightly, sucking in a deep breath at the contact. He can hear Tristan's breath hitch beside him and he knows that he must've felt it, too. The bolt of lightning that struck through to the very core of his being as soon as their skin connected. But Tristan continues despite it.

"Just take a second to relax, okay?" He says casually in a low voice. And then he starts moving his hand across Lance's wrist and over his arm slowly, causing Lance to do the opposite of relax. It felt like electricity was coursing throughout his entire arm, spreading out from where Tristan's hand was. He watches with wide eyes as the silverette's hand reaches the crook of his elbow and starts making it's way up.

"Relax, remember?" Is whispered into his ear as he feels the slight brush of hair against his cheek. He closes his eyes as his whole body shudders.

He tries his best to follow the instruction, urging his body to relax against the seat. Then Tristan changes the position of his hand slightly, pressing the tips of his nails against Lance's shirt and then lightly dragging them against the skin over his collarbone and Lance melts. His head falls back against the top of the cushion behind him and bites his lip as the other man's palm presses flat to the spot where his neck meets his shoulder, sliding up the side of his neck and over his collarbone, until his hand finally stops, resting gently against Lance's cheek. The electricity has followed his hands path, leaving a pleasant burn in it's wake, every part of him that's been touched feeling so warm.

He slowly opens his eyes as he sits back up, looking at Tristan. The prince has a look of pure awe on his face as he stares at him, as if something Lance just did has absolutely amazed him. Lance reaches up and threads his fingers into some of the hair at the top of the prince's head and runs them through it gently. Tristan's eyes flutter closed and he hums, a pleased sound. Once his fingers reach the tips of his long hair, he brings his hand back up and mimics what Tristan did, his hand curved around his cheek. When Tristan opens his eyes again, the blue and green in them is barely visible with how wide his pupils are blown.

"Lance." He whispers, his voice shaking slightly now. "I don't exactly know what it is going on between us. What all these feelings are and what they'll lead to. I know that I want you. I want you more than I've ever wanted anybody or anything in my entire life. But," He brings his free hand up to wrap around the wrist of the hand Lance has on his face, tracing small circles into his skin with his thumb. "I feel like it's something more than that. Like even if I finally have you, I won't be able to let you go." He admits, giving Lance that same shy look as before, but with a hint of fear in it this time. Fear of what, he wasn't sure.

Lance swallows before answering. "I think I know what you mean." Is all he whispers back. He has his own theories of what it all was, but he isn't sure he's ready to confront that just yet. Tristan runs his eyes over Lance's face a few times, like he's searching for something. Then they lock eyes once again and Lance suddenly realizes that it's not Tristan's voice that's shaky. Tristan himself is trembling. Before Lance can question him, he speaks up again.

"I don't know what it is," A fierce determination sparks in his eyes and Lance is both surprised and entranced by it. "But I want to." He says just barely above his breath. "I want to-" He cuts himself off, like he's afraid of what was about to come out of his mouth.

"What is it?" Lance asks him. "What do you want to do?" He brings his other hand up to cup Tristan's other cheek gently, looking at him pleadingly. Somewhere deep down, he knew exactly what the prince wanted, because he wanted it, too, but he needed to hear him say it first.

Tristan leans into his touch and lets out a sound close to a whimper. "I want to find out together. You and I. We could do it, you know. Because you were right. Of course you were. Isolde has never been anything more than a sister to me, a friend. I hate the idea of marrying her and everything that's meant to come with it. Tomorrow, I can break things off with her. Tell my parents that there's someone else. I don't care how mad they get at me. And then you and I, we can take this however far it goes, as long as you do the same. We can make our own choices for once instead of just always doing what everyone else wants us to." His own eyes are pleading now and the fear is even more evident. Lance realizes that the fear is of rejection. That his proposal will be brushed off and turned away from.

"And what would your choice be, Prince Tristan?" He asks, his own voice trembling.

"As of right now, my choice would be you, Sir Lancelot." Tristan says with certainty.

"What if I don't want that?" Lance asks him. Not because he's considering no. Not at all. Only because he's curious as to what the alternative is.

Tristan leans in slightly, taking his hand from Lance's wrist and reaching up to run a thumb down his temple and over his cheekbone before his hand lands on his jaw and stays there. "Then we won't continue this any further. I couldn't handle doing anything more if you don't want the same as me. But it's your choice. Kiss me right now and I'm yours. Walk away from me right now and we'll never be this close again, everything we've been doing will stop."

Lance looks at him. The answer was clear as soon as the idea left Tristan's pretty pink lips. Leave Guinevere and the stupid arranged marriage behind in order to pursue Tristan and see where the feelings between them go? It wasn't even a question. Lance gives him a grin. "Stupid of you to think that I could ever walk away from you." He tells him. And then Lance is crashing his lips against Tristan's.

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A/N: So, how is it so far??? Did you guys like it?? Cause I honestly loved writing this. I love these boys sm and this AU was really fun to come up with. You guys will get the rest tomorrow!!! Please, lemme know all your thoughts on this!!! I hope you enjoyed it!!!! Love y'all 💜💜💜

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may i request persona 2 katsuya suou/nekomata please? if at all possible, could katsuya be under the effects of "blow a kiss" (charm spell) but have it go wrong in front of the party (maya, ulala, baofu, elly or nanjo if you wish)? if you feel so inclined, emphasising how katsuya has no sense of decency (undresses himself) while in front of his friends (varying degrees of interested, embarrassed, and amused) would be really neat.

if you're not in the mood to write nekomata sex, then just making him fuck one of the other party members works fine. same reactions though... katsuya's a freak

I just sort of let this one...flow. So, it didn’t end up very aligned with the actual ask as I just let the horny vibes flow a bit. Then, I went back and I cleaned it up, shaped it up a bit into a coherent scenario, but I left a lot up to the reader. Namely the aftermath. I didn’t know how to end this one really well, so! It’s up to ya’ll lol.

Jk, kinda. In all seriousness, I just sort of rolled with what felt right and tried to keep at least a little? Of the ask’s spirit. Sorry that it didn’t follow it real well. I WAS originally gonna go for the monsterfucking, but I didn’t think Maya would let Katsuya do that lol. So, I went instead for the team mate option and made it into some Katsubao bc I like their dynamic so far in the game. I hope you find this bit o’ writing just as enjoyable!

CW: Gentle amounts of semi-public energy. They’re in a gym locker room at least. Hand jobs, aphrodisiacs.

Baofu shoved a shirtless, half undressed Katsuya Suou into GOLD’s empty men’s locker room and onto one of the benches between the rows of cold, silver lockers. The demonic power of the Nekomata’s attack like a thick miasma on the man’s sun-tanned skin. “Breathe, Katsudon, before you pass out.” the gruff man ordered when the officer began to pant like a dog in summer despite the chill of the metal bench. Though, he didn’t need to look deeply into the cop’s frantic brown eyes to know he wouldn’t hear him. So, he just left the conversation there to focus instead on the brunette man’s pants.

I’ll give you this, officer. You’re pretty impressive so far. He thought when he allowed himself to drink in the tent pitched in Katsuya’s professional gray slacks due to the Nekomata’s charm attacks. Actually, the fact you’re still conscious after three marin karins is impressive too. Baofu continued to think. Though, he didn’t verbalize the partial praise, last thing he wanted was the cop being able to recall his words once the madness of lust faded. So, he kept his mouth shut as he undid Katsuya’s pants and tugged down his plain blue boxers. “Of course your boxers are just one boring ass color. Your favorite is probably beige.” Baofu snorted, mostly to himself before he used a bit of his spit as lube. His only response being a low groan that bubbled up out of the brunette when his palm met the overly sensitive skin of his erection. Yet, that didn’t bother the taiwanese man as he sat beside the cop on the cold bench and set to work. Honestly, he sort of preferred how Katsuya’s mind was little more than desperately horny mush. He was less likely to bring up some annoying law to dissuade the hacker’s slow strokes. Under the spell of a demon’s charm? The detective’s only reaction to the friction, was to whine and rock his hips into Baofu’s hand. No scolding in sight.

The usually stiff, strict police officer was, instead, quick to devolve into a complete mess for the hacker. All it took was a firm grip, slow strokes, and occasional breaks to rub small circles into the brunette’s tip. That was it. With the bare minimum of friction along Katsuya’s throbbing length, the mafia hunter had the tall man a mess of pants, moans, and thoughtless attempts to thrust into his hand and encourage him to speed up. You’re so fucking lucky we’re on a time crunch. Or I’d torment you for hours.

Regardless of that thought, he put his hand over Katsuya’s mouth and picked up the pace. With a tighter grip, faster movements, and louder whines and moans as a reward. The closer position more than small enough to let the hacker smell the geranium and cinnamon of Katsuya’s cologne on his too-warm skin while the brunette writhed in desperation, but Baofu ignored that. He pointedly kept his focus on his hand and not the ball of warmth that slowly built up in his own gut with each mewl and thrust to chase a release from the demon’s magic.

A release that thankfully wasn’t far away, because Baofu didn’t need a boner of his own after the cop came undone completely onto the locker room’s floor. The detective had the excuse of a Nekomata having cursed him, Baofu didn’t.

[daimonpriestess]

My Demon King (One Shot)

A/N: I haven't written any stories in a long time. (Almost a year) and this isn't purely fiction. Asmodeus has been wanting to me to write some smut with him in it for awhile so here you go...👑❤️‍🔥

Also been rereading ACOTAR so their maybe some influence.

My Fanfiction can be read on my main blog.

Warnings: Demon Smut obviously! Some torture but not graphic, slight D/S Play.

"I have a surprise for you, My Dear." Asmodeus told me as he led me down the steps of his lair.

"What kind of surprise?" I asked, curious.

"One you've been enquiring about for awhile now." He answered with a dark grin. As we stopped at a metal door, adjacent to the stairs. "I know Lilith thought you not ready before, but I on the other hand think we need to satiate that wicked curiosity of yours."

I looked at him in question as he opened the door, letting me in first. The room was a lot larger then it looked from the outside. It looked like a torture chamber to be honest.

"It is." Asmodeus replied at my unspoken words. No he couldn't read my mind but I had left my shields down on purpose.

Asmodeus gestured for me to take a seat on the small black leather chair. Watching him as he strode towards me, dressed in an all black suit, with a midnight blue tie, fedora low over his eyes, but I could still see that emerald green sparkling mischievously underneath the brim.

"This isn't for me is it?" I asked nervously. I liked a bit of pain but this was a little much.

Asmodeus stopped then, hands in his pockets, his eyes widening in surprise. "Oh my dear of course not." He knelt down to me, running a hand through my hair. "I would never subject you to such things, even if you asked really."

I was no hardcore masochist and he knew that.

"But I do know you have a bit of a sadistic streak. Though you hide it." Asmodeus purred, letting that same hand trail down my face to land on my lips. He leaned in as if to kiss me then stopped, saying with a wink. " I'll be right back Darling."

I watched him walked confidently out. Feeling a bit cold in my short black dress. At least I had a fur coat of silver, greys and black to keep me warm. (Faux of course)

A few minutes later Asmodeus returned with a chained demon in tow, An Incubus I realized with a start. He was smaller than Asmodeus though. Even in his human guise Asmoday still towered over others.

My eyes lit up at what I knew was going to happen, an no it wasn't going to be sex, yet.

"Is this one of those lust demons, My love? That you mentioned earlier?" Asmodeus asked, gripping the chains.

I looked them over. "Possibly. All I know is what she mentioned & that they were pretending to be you my lord." I answered coyly.

Asmodeus smirked at the title. "Well regardless I'll get the truth one way or another."

In one smooth motion, Asmodeus swiftly deposited the Incubus in a large chair tightening the iron chains, which looked like they'd been magicked.

The young Incubus (therefore less mature and respectful then most Incubi) looked at me then with a lustful grin. "Your pet going to get involved too My King?"

Asmodeus turned on him, I thought for sure I saw the the true demon stir behind his eyes at the mention of me ever being just a pet, but he just quirked an eyebrow and replied with devilish grin. "Hardly, but my pet does like watch."

Before I could be offended, he sent through our mental bond, that no one could hear but us. {Would you like to play a game?}

I gave a small smile at the SAW reference. Then sent a reply down the bond. {Always.}

Although a part of me had known this was a game, a mask, the gentle part of him he had revealed to me months ago was not here. But I wasn't scared or surprised. It was fun and he needed information. Plus him being powerful like this but also so unbothered by it all like it was something he did every morning, turned me on.

"This pet also bites." I warned, my eyes gleaming. "Hard."

"That she does." Asmodeus drawled, giving me a playfully dark look.

Then he walked over to a display of what looked like torture devices, I eyed a rather intimidating large one that looked like clamps but they were not for any human like appendages I realized, as Asmodeus causally retrieved a serrated blade off the wall.

I noticed then that the Incubus was not looking at what very well would be an item used on him, but rather staring at me instead.

"How Hard?" He asked under his breath.

I found myself shifting to expose a bare leg, letting my coat fall down one shoulder as I gazed at him under my long lashes. A game that's all it was.

Asmodeus walked over, dagger in hand as he said nonchalantly. "Hard enough that you would no longer be able to do your job. Now then this is meant to be fun for her, I said nothing about you. Try and touch her, you lose more than just a hand." Asmodeus promised with a sadistic grin. The Incubus eyes widened in fear this time, as Asmodeus dipped the blade in what looked like some sort of acid, then dragged it across the demon's skin.

I just watched with a sadistic smile of my own, lounging seemingly idle in the chair.

If he had been one of the one's impersonating My King he deserved it, besides he had blatantly flirted with me & acted like I was the king's concubine. I gritted my teeth at that. Incubi or not, didn't matter. He wouldn't die anyway, yes it looked painful but he would heal.

After what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes, Asmodeus still had not gotten anything more on the damage to his reputation or why.

I saw him eye the large clamps. Time for the big guns.

At my look, he walked over to me and said, "I think you should sit this one out, My Dear." He murmured in my ear, taking my hand. "I will be out shortly, than you and I can play, alone."

My eyes lit up at that. "Don't take too long."

Asmodeus just gave me dark grin as I walked out , feeling the heat of his gaze trailing behind me.

After many screams later and that deep sadistic laughter echoing off the stone walls that made my skin shiver in a good way. Asmodeus walked out, his hat was off as he a drew a hand through his slicked back silver hair (Not of age but the silver of winter, pure silver like the colors of opal or quartz.)

He cleaned off, though his suit somehow was impeccable. Then he noticed me, lounging on his throne. An amused smirk played on his sharp handsome features, as he strode purposefully towards me, his black dress shoes sounding harsh on the stone floor, rugs or not.

Asmodeus leaned on one arm of his throne, gazing down at me. "Well I see you made yourself at home, my dear."

I started to rise but he put a hand out. "I didn't say not too." he finished.

I smiled, settling back down then asked, "Anything?"

"A bit. But nothing you need to concern yourself with as of yet." At my frown her asked, "Did you not enjoy yourself?

"I did but..."

"Your curiouser than a cat, I am aware." He drawled, his tone playful. Then he looked down at me, slowly eyeing me up & down. I looked up at him, doing the same.

Their was more to him, our connection than this, he was my soul flame, we were spoused. Their always would be. But this playful back and forth it was fun & the sex was amazing. Why not give into it? Why else would he have invited me to experience that side of him, that side of myself.

Asmodeus knew what I was thinking. "I am sure I could get your pretty little mind off of that and onto more...intimate affairs." He all but growled in my ear.

I didn't suppress the shiver that ran through me as he ran a finger down my arm. "Not the throne, not this time." He said and with a snap of his fingers we were in his bedchambers.

But the bed was not where he wanted to start as he pressed me against the wall of the darkened room. "I do think we need a change rather than the throne or bed." Asmodeus said, desire making his voice low.

{Could he get any hotter?} I thought, but only replied with, "Or the beach or the club or the palace hotel." I teased, "It's not like we stick to one Az."

Asmodeus smirked, standing a bit straighter as if he had heard my earlier thought which he probably had.

"True. Except for..." He trailed off, grasping me by the hips and holding me against the wall, I made a sound of surprise but it was swallowed by the feel of his lips on mine as he kissed me deeply. "The wall." He finished once we broke apart.

I gave him a playful look. "What are you waiting for then?"

Needing no more incentive then that he pressed his body hard against mine, that wasn't the only thing that was hard...I wrapped my arms around his neck as he picked me up.

"Ready?" He whispered.

"Always." I breathed as I looked into his eyes glowing with lust. His power. Well one of them. I was sure my eyes were as well.

I wrapped my legs around his thick torso as he kissed me again. Running one hand slowly down my body, his other wrapped around me.

As short and tight the dress was it was most assuredly up my thighs by now. Which was confirmed as soon as Asmoday's hand grazed my naked inner thigh, rubbing it as I bit my lip, watching him.

As soon as his fingers found that spot I needed him to touch, my eyes fluttered closed and my head fell, carefully, back. Asmodeus took that opportunity to kiss and bite my neck.

" Do you like when I touch you like this Princess?" He asked as he moved my thong to the side, touching me lightly.

"Yes." I breathed. Asmodeus stopped then, as I whimpered in protest. "Yes what?

"Yes My King."

Asmodeus smirked darkly and growled, "Good girl." As he licked slowly up my neck, then continued playing with me, faster this time. "Cum for me." At his command I did, feeling his energy reach me in places I couldn't.

I was spent from just that but he wasn't done, as he kept me from falling. "Ah I'm not done with you yet." He growled, his large thick cock was already out, as he all but ripped my underwear off.

"My turn." With that he was inside me, good thing their had been prepping before hand so I was plenty wet. It still hurt a bit but I liked a bit of pain with my pleasure. We were perfect for each other.

We started off slow at first, then Asmodeus whispered in my ear, "Hold onto me Darling." I did as he thrust into me harder and faster as he gripped my hair.

Then he slowed, I started to protest but he held me around me waist. "Bed time." He joked, then with supernatural speed we were in the bed, him still buried inside me. We certainly couldn't do that in the mortal realm.

My eyes rolled back as he went slow but no less deep. As he pulled almost all the way out, making me feel every inch of him, then rammed into me again. I moaned his name like a mantra as he towered over me.

I was a whimpering mess by the time Asmodeus let me cum again. "Now Princess, cum for your King. That's it." His hypnotic eyes bored into me as I came screaming his name & shaking. As with a deep growl he came deep inside me.

Giving me a slow, languid kiss. He got up then, as I rolled over once the high had subsided.

Giving Asmodeus ample opportunity to smack me from behind. "Hey!" I yelped but we both knew by my grin that I didn't mind.

"Hey yourself, it was being offered." Asmodeus smirked back. I tried to not laugh at the implication that my ass was an offering.

Then he leaned over, saying low in my ear which made me shiver within. "Next time we'll use those." He promised, I followed his gaze, seeing the leather cuffs and whip.

I nodded enthusiastically which brought a chuckle rumbling from my demon spouse. "Good."

Asmodeus lay still nude at the head of the bed gesturing a finger for me. "Now come here, My Darling." Giving him a mischievous grin, I crawled over to him.

Once I was close enough he dragged a finger down the side of my cheek, then gripped my chin. "Now My dear don't start things you may not be up to finishing." Asmodeus drawled, giving me a mischievous look of his own, those kissable lips raising up in a smirk. "Unless you are?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow.

At my hesitation he replied, "Didn't think so. Lay with me instead." When I started to lay down he stopped me with a strong hand on my shoulder , rubbing where my mark was.

"One more thing Darling. Next time remember to wear your collar." He purred, releasing my shoulder to put a hand lightly on my neck.

Asmodeus meant the one his sigil was attached to. I nodded but said "As long as you don't forget your gloves."

His eyes lit up at that as he gave me a wicked smile, knowing exactly why I wanted them.

"Oh trust me I won't." He kissed me softly, his hand still around my neck, pressing but not harshly. A reminder, a promise of the beast that was still in their underneath the human looking vessel. But the trust I had in him knew he would never hurt me, not on purpose.

Asmodeus released me as we let up and I cuddled into him, tired even on the astral.

"I love you Master." I whispered, my eyes closed.

"I love you too Liliana. Promise." He smiled as he kissed the top of my head softly, running a hand through my hair while My demon king watched me sleep.

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

Fun & Games (Forrest Bondurant x Reader, Modern AU)

(Credits for the images in the moodboard go to their respective owners)

Genre: Romance, Humour, Modern AU

Pairing: Business Analyst!Forrest Bondurant x IT Trainee Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, a sprinkle of awkward romance (well, it’s rather just Forrest being a mess), very little swearing, Forrest being a gentleman, unrequited crush/love/lust (or is it?), responsible drinking, Jack being on the short end of things

Summary: Everyone has a hidden side to them. But on a Friday afternoon at the office, Forrest Bondurant, the normally stoic and feared business analyst reveals a side to him no one had expected. 

Least of all a certain trainee.

And everything is fun and games, even if eventually feelings get involved.

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Monster Masterlist / TH Masterlist

Friday afternoons at the office are for sharing drinks and playing games. Then again, what else can you expect when you’re surrounded by geeks?

All tables in the cafeteria are occupied, more and more colleagues either leaving their office or coming in through the front door. The small room is filled with chatter, pieces of conversations about various topics blending into each other to the degree you occasionally can make out a single word.

Unsurprisingly, the Nintendo Switch is swiftly turned on and taken into use to organise an informal Mario Kart tournament. In less than a minute, the first two contenders have already stepped up and taken their places at the start line of Toad Harbor. Sipping on a can of beer or soft drink, we watch them, and afterwards each other, going head to head like we’re in a stadium watching the Olympic Games. 

After a disastrous loss on the Royal Raceway playing Lemmy, Gary holds out the controller to me. “Fancy a round, Y/N?”

“Sure, why not?” I shrug, hop off my seat and walk around the table to take the controller from his hand.

Now, everyone gets to pick their own opponent but no one goes twice in a row. The latter doesn’t matter, but the first certainly does since there’s one person in the office who’s sparked my interest ever since we met.

The grumpy business analyst who’s working even now, tucked away in the corner of the sofa. 

It’s Friday, basically the weekend! Even you deserve and need a break.

Mentally crossing my fingers, I pick up Charlie’s controller as well and hold it out to the bear-like man still busily typing away on his laptop. “Play Mario Kart with me, Forrest?”

He peers over the edge of the screen at me, the blue flames of annoyance calming the moment we lock eyes. Features softened, he shakes his head. “I ain’t gamin’.”

“Aw, come on. Don’t be a spoilsport and do the lady a favour,” Howard, our low-code trainer and his brother, cuts in. “Or I will.”

“I’ll play,” Jack intercepts, stepping away from the people he’s talking to and drinking beer with. “If you’d like, of course.”

I hold out one of the controllers, glad the data analist wants to compete. Truth be told, he’s my second choice of company I’ll happily settle for. “Sure, bring it on.”

Behind me, muttered words end in a grunt.

“What was that?” Howard asks. “What’s wrong, grumpy?”

“I’ll play the next round,” Forrest grumbles. He shuts his laptop, puts it in the leather bag at his feet, crosses his arms, and sits a little bit more upright.

“I promise I’ll go easy on you.” I smile at him, a warm feeling spreading throughout when he averts his gaze. Though his scruffy stubble hides most of it, his cheeks are rosy.

“What about me?” my opponent asks, feigning indignance. 

I turn back to him, feeling uncharacteristically brash. “You’ve been here longer than me. I’d expect you to have become an expert by now, Jack. After all, you’re a data analyst. Surely the data has told you how to win.”

A bright smile tugs at the corners of his lips the moment I mention his name. “Bold of you to assume.”

“What? Am I wrong? Aren’t you a gamer?”

“Tell her about the Bloodborn tattoo you got recently. Or how about the new Pokémon you caught and nearly yelled me out of my bed for last night,” Howard chimes in.

Jack hunches his shoulders and throws his brother a poisonous look. “Shut up.”

‘‘Which one did you catch?’’ Though I’ve only recently gotten back into games and especially Pokémon, I’m still as eager to talk about them as I used to be.

‘‘Zamazenta.’’

“You caught Zamazenta?’ Okay, yeah, no,” I shake my head, “I’m definitely not gonna go easy on you. Success comes with hard work, that much I’ve learned so far. I’ll show you how serious I am.”

I cringe.

That sounds like one of those cheap lines those trainers and Gym Leaders say.

Nonetheless, no one seems to have noticed it because various of my colleagues break out in an amused ooooooooh. Slowly but surely, the first murmurs about bets arise.

Jack and I plop on the couch. Forrest scoots to the side to free up space for me. I half-expected him to immediately stand up to sit or stand somewhere else, but he stays put. Not that I mind since the heat radiating from his body is pleasant like his cologne. Leather, sandalwood, tobacco, and warm spices are the most prominent notes. However, there is something I can’t quite place, an element reminiscent of the woods.

Something wild.

Uncontained.

Grumpy wolf.

I snort at the thought. Fortunately, I manage to conceal my amusement behind an awkward cough. I can’t lose face yet around here.

“Ready?” Jack asks.

“When you are.”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Fiery. I like it.”

And so the battle begins.

Supported by and with the blessing of our co-workers, we decide to partake in a 150 CC Grand Prix. Normally, the rule is everyone gets to play one race, but apparently they allow full tournaments whenever a trainee wants to challenge a senior. 

In the corner of my eye, I notice Forrest leans forwards and throws a look in my direction. However, when I glance to the side to read his expression, he averts his gaze to the floor. If only he knew how bad he is at faking interest in his shoes. The way he fumbles with his fingers is endearing, however, because it shows a fragility beneath the rough exterior.

Throughout the races, and again failing to be inconspicuous, he brushes my shoulder in encouragement while intently watching us go at it. Almost as if he’s trying to learn through observation. 

In spite of the slow start, I end up second with Yoshi while Jack ends in fourth place playing Princess Peach. 

The business analist holds out his hand as soon as the on-screen ceremony is over. “My turn.”

Startled by the abrupt gesture, I lean back to avoid being hit in the face. Forrest blinks, probably realising what almost happened. He beckons his brother to hand over the controller quickly and rapidly retreats into the corner of the sofa. “Sorry ‘bout that. Should’ve… should’ve done that differently.”

“No worries.” Our gazes meet. The brightness in his eyes has dimmed, the seas in them darkened with sincere regret. “Don’t apologise.”

You’re just a little clumsy, but that’s okay. A clumsy grumpy wolf. Keep it in. Don’t grin. Calm and collected.

He opens and closes his mouth, unsure what to say. Finding no words to answer with, he simply nods and lets out a low groan. 

“Um…” As if he’s holding a rock for reasons unknown, Forrest stares at the controller in his hand. Howard barely manages to stifle a snigger. Jack has his lips pressed firmly together in a straight line, also on the verge of breaking out into a fit of laughter.

“We can activate Smart Steer,” I propose. 

“What’s that?”

“It prevents you from falling off the map. It’s especially handy on Rainbow Road.” I might as well have spoken in tongues because he gives me a foggy look. “It’s one of the most difficult tracks. Notorious, even.”

“Ah,” he mumbles, brows still knit together.

I almost feel sorry for putting him on the spot, but, then again, it’s also quite funny to see one of the great giants in the office struggle.

“Now, with the L button, on top of the controller on the left,” I indicate where it is, “you use that to launch the items you gather during the race. However, you can only have one at a time.”

“One at a time… right.”

“You use the left joystick to steer and press A to accelerate.”

“Right.”

“Those are the basics. Still wanna play?”

Please don’t say no. Please don’t.

He nods. A smile spreads on my lips and I bounce in place like an excited puppy. “Yay. I’ll activate Smart Steer, though, just in case.”

“Aw, look at that. Forrest has safety wheels again,” Howard coos.

“Shut your damn mouth,” Forrest grumbles. 

I chuckle, shake my head, and set everything up including the safety wheels. Can’t throw the senior business analyst into the deep and have him crash, after all. 

We pick our characters. Well, it’s perhaps better to say I pick our characters since Forrest mucks about with the controller and already doesn’t seem to know what he’s doing. 

A few seconds later, the timer for the first round of the first course in the Flower Cup appears on screen. Everyone turns towards the screen in anticipation, except for Jack and Howard, who prefer watching Forrest as a form of entertainment.

Three.

Two.

Engines are starting to roar. 

One.

Start!

“It ain’t startin’.”

“You have to press A.”

“I am.” Forrest briefly taps the button. “The cart don’t move.”

“You have to press and hold it down. A regular car also doesn’t drive itself, does it?”

“Not yet,” Jack mumbles next to me.

I look at him, make a face, and turn back to the man on my right. “In Mario Kart they don’t. Now try it.”

Forrest holds down the button and lo and behold, the cart comes into motion.

Only to leave me at the start.

“Oi, you-’’ I exclaim and put the pedal to the metal.

We’re not even halfway through the first lap when the next car crash is bound to happen. 

“Ehm, where are you going?” I ask, squinting while trying to figure out a reason for what he’s doing. Then again, I suppose there is no rhyme nor reason, no analysis to be made, when it comes to video games. At least not with this particular business analyst.

On the screen, Forrest is trying to race up the waterfall. “Followin’ the track.”

“No, you’re not. We’re supposed to go down. Watch the map.”

“What map?”

“In the corner of the screen. That map!”

“Since when that’s there?”

The remark triggers both chuckles and eye rolls. Nonetheless, it doesn’t decrease the fun and joy of having gotten Forrest out of his comfort zone. 

And ending third in the Flower Cup because, despite the rocky start, I still managed to climb up the ranks. My poor colleague, however, ends in sixth place, having taken too many detours while wasting items.

“You tried.” I nudge his shoulder with mine as he hands me his controller so they can be passed on to the next pair of speed devils, “Thanks for playing. That was fun, wasn’t it?”

His jaw clenches and he avoids my gaze. Then, surprisingly, he grunts in acknowledgment. However, it seems there is still no time for a break because he reaches down to his bag, fingers automatically outstretched to the laptop inside.

Feeling emboldened by having gotten him to relax, to a certain degree, I dart forward and grab his wrist. Well, that was the idea, but my fingers are too short to fully wrap around it. All the same, it does the trick in getting his attention. 

His breath hitches and he stiffens. Yet, whereas I had braced myself against the first traces of wariness or even pure animosity, his demeanour is anything but violent. Forrest doesn’t attempt to escape my grip. Instead, he looks at me, eyebrows raised while he gazes at me with sharp focus.

I’ll have to choose my words carefully. Perhaps he’ll turn on me the second I say the wrong thing.

I bite my lip and gently squeeze his wrist, trying hard not to get lost in the warmth of his skin. “Put the laptop away? Surely work can wait until Monday.”

“I’m working on a big project.’’ He grimaces and scratches his cheek with his free hand. At least his fingers are off of the laptop. ‘‘One I need weekends for.”

“Working so much isn’t healthy. Everyone needs time to recharge.”

“He’s a notorious workaholic, Y/N,” Howard comments, sipping from his beer. “He’ll need someone to keep him away from the damn laptop for him to rest.”

He puts his bottle down, a wolfish yet well-meaning grin on his face. Evidently up to no good, he swaggers over and crouches down in front of us. His attention focused more on Forrest and me rather than Jack, he leans in and lowers his voice to a conspiratorial murmur. “Just give the girl your number. She seems awfully worried about you so why don’t you give her the means to assure her you’re doing fine. Or we can arrange a meeting point this weekend and you two enjoy the city, take some time off together.”

A prickling travels along the back of my neck when the implications of the comment dawn on me. A funny tingle rises in my chest, which has grown tight. Nevertheless, hoping it doesn’t show too much, I turn to the business analyst. “Maybe exchanging numbers goes a bit far, but I have nothing planned tomorrow.”

“C’mon, Forrest. This is the point where you ask the lady whether she’d like to spend time together. Ask her out for a cup of Joe. Show her what we mean by Southern comfort.” The Mendix trainer wiggles his eyebrows, but flinches and grimaces when Jack kicks him as kindly as possible. Or, rather, as politely as you can be when the situation calls for subdued violence.

“Fuck off, Howard.” Forrest clenches and unclenches his fists. If neither Jack or I intercept soon, we might very well have a fight on our hands.

“Alright, that’s enough out of you. You heard him, go on. Off you go.” I playfully push Howard’s shoulder, gently telling him what Forrest has already harshly put into words.

“She’s a keeper,” he mouthes before sauntering back to the table by the window.

“Sorry ‘bout my brother,” Forrest mumbles into his fist, gaze averted. “I’ll talk to him ‘bout crossin’ lines.”

“He means well,’’ I chuckle and tilt my head, secretly glad he can’t see the way I fumble with my necklace. ‘‘And, to be honest, it sounds like he agrees with me. It’s okay to take a break. So, I know we don’t know each other well, but would you humour me with a trip to Starbucks or another café? We’ll both take a break.”

Slowly he turns to me and nods. “How about one o’clock, hm?”

I let my necklace fall back against my skin, feeling light as a feather carried by a storm of butterflies. “Sounds good to me.”

“Might need my number. To… let you know,” he squirms a bit, “where I am. And vice versa.”

I fish my phone out of the back pocket of my jeans, create a new contact, and hand it to him. “Here. You fill out your info while I go grab something. Keep my place warm.”

“Want my number too?” Jack cuts in. The suggestion sounds frantic, but is also strangely reminiscent of the way a wolf whines. “In case he don’t answer.”

I giggle, in part to hide the embarrassment of only having just remembered he’s here too. “Sure. When he’s done, feel free to give me your number as well.”

A smile passes over Forrest’s lips as he looks at the case. Strangely, there is something endearing about the slightly crooked teeth peeking through. He briefly glances at me, but forces himself to maintain eye contact. “Suits you. Bunnies.”

“Do they?”

He nods.

Do you think I resemble one?

I stiffen at the thought and blink as if slapped across the cheek. “I’ll, uh, yeah, be right back.”

He sees me as a bunny. He does, doesn’t he? Hang on, is that good or bad? I mean, they’re cute. Does… Does that mean he likes cute girls? Also, they’re easy prey, weak. Sure, I might be out of my comfort zone here, but I don’t make easy prey, do I? Right? Yeah. Besides, men like girls that are a little fragile, in need of help. Smaller than them too. Why am I so worried about this? It’s ridiculous. Let it go! Let. It. Go. For. Fucking. Get it.

Like a woman possessed, I scour my bag and retrieve my Nintendo Switch Lite from it. I inhale and exhale deeply, roll back my shoulders, straighten my composure, and head back to the cafeteria. 

Casually, I plop down on the couch between Forrest and Jack, who returns my phone to me. “Thanks.”

“Give me a call whenever you want. Don’t have to be business,” Jack says, a careful smile playing on his lips.

“Same,” Forrest mumbles. “Call whenever.”

“Well, I’m gonna grab another beer. Y/N, want one?” Jack slaps his hands on his thighs and rises to his feet.

“Nah, I’m good. I’m a lightweight so I’m at my limit.”

Besides me, Forrest mumbles something. The only clear words I can make out are “never” and “drunk”, laced with what sounds like a promise. Or I might be imagining things, the booze having gotten more to my head than I thought.

“Anything else then? Water? Soda? Tea?” I shake my head. “Forrest?”

He grunts as a substitute for ‘no’, focused on the e-reader in his hands. He must’ve picked it up while I was gone.

“Alright,” Jack murmurs and turns his back on us.

I plug my headphones in and start up my favourite game at the moment. 

Silence is an important language to understand, but also incredibly hard. Only few are well-spoken in it, know how to use it to communicate with one another.

But even a master sometimes needs words. 

“If you want you can…” In the corner of my eye, I see Forrest awkwardly shift in his seat.

“Hm?” I look up from my screen, wondering what it is he wants. “Sorry, what is it you said?”

“Lean. On me.” He clears his throat, voice toned down. “If- If you want.”

I shuffle over and rest my head on his shoulder. “Oh, yeah, this is really comfy.” 

I snuggle up to him further, basking in the hearth-like heat his body emits. Perhaps it’s his cologne, but the woody notes in it conjure a pleasant image of being curled up by the fire in a cabin in the woods. Sheltered and safe from harm since there is a fierce protector nearby, hiding beneath the skin. “You’re really warm.”

He stiffens for a moment, but then lets out a pleased hum and rests his head on top of mine. 

After another moment of comfortable silence in which he reads and I game, Forrest asks perhaps the most ironic question this evening. “Whatcha playing?”

“Pokémon Brilliant Diamond.”

“That’s what Jack plays, right? That game in which creatures fight each other.”

“You also have to train them. And they’re not ‘creatures’, they’re Pokémon.’’ I sit up, my tone harsher than intended. Then again, who does not get carried away when talking about what they love? ‘‘Also, there’s an overarching story line, an adventure to go on.”

His features soften, surprise melting into tenderness, and he hums.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m a nerd.” I roll my eyes and lean against him as before.

He hums again, but whether he agrees or means something else is up in the air.

We retreat into the same bubble we created at the quarterly meeting last week. Strangely, he let me in despite the walls he’s surrounded himself with, prolonging the conversation as much as possible. Afterwards, he walked me to the station.

I’m still unsure whether his cheeks were rosy because of the cold or he was blushing.

“When are you leaving?” Forrest mumbles after a while, the words hardly intelligible. It’s almost as if he’s reluctant to ask the question, let alone keen to hear the answer to it. 

“In a little bit.” I check my watch. “Half an hour, I wager.”

“It’s dark out.”

“Wanna walk me to the station again?”

He slowly nods after a moment of hesitation.

“I’d like that.’’ A genuine smile, full of anticipation and the vivid memory of last time, spreads on my lips. ‘‘Thank you, Forrest.”

This time, he really is blushing.

[sam-collins]

Morgan NSFW alphabet. @fuzzy-melonlord

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex): Typically, he’s going to have been subbing, and he’ll be very…. Floaty. Soft, sleepy smiles in response to praise. He very much likes bathing with his partner afterwards.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): He’s very fond of his partner’s eyes. Call him a hopeless romantic, lol. On himself, he has pretty bad self esteem, but if he had to choose he’d probably say his hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically): He likes to cum on his partner’s body.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Near when him and Lust first met, he had a vision of them in an…. Intimate situation.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?): He’s pretty inexperienced. He has only really had one relationship, and he hasn’t exactly been sleeping around.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying): If he’s topping, he likes anything with his partner on top of him. If he’s bottoming, he likes it when he’s pressed against them and they’re almost restraining him with their arms.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.): He’s pretty serious. Mostly because he gets really, really focused on making sure he’s doing it right.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.): I have to say it. Morgan is probably someone who shaves. Not all the way, but there is not that much in the way of hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect): He’s a hopeless romantic. He’s so focused on wanting to be there with his partner and being close with them.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon): He doesn’t, really. But not in the way Lust doesn’t, where he sleeps with people when horny. He just…. Feels a bit awkward about it. And he doesn’t have much time. So he instead just tends to get pent up.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks): Morgan is a masochist, definitely. He loves being spanked. a̶n̶d̶ ̶h̶e̶’̶d̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶b̶a̶b̶l̶y̶ ̶b̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶ ̶C̶B̶T̶.̶

Edging, of course. Goes hand in hand with his masochism. He loves to be teased until he’s desperate and teary-eyed. But he also enjoys edging his partner occasionally. (He likes chastity :).)

CNC. He’s generally more fond of being the ‘prey’, in this case. But he isn’t opposed to the opposite.

Praise kink. So much of a praise kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do): Anywhere, really. If his partner is fine with it, he trusts them not to get them into trouble.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going): He’s so, so pent up. Basically anything. But kisses on his jaw and neck, or putting a hand on his thigh, that makes him flush and get bothered.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): No blindfolds.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.): He’s got a big oral fixation. He can cum just from giving his partner head and he feels awkward when it comes to receiving.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.): Typically, he prefers it when his partner controls the pace, but when he does he goes pretty fast. But is only rough if they want it.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.): He enjoys them, but not more than being able to take his time.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.): Definitely game to experiment. But he gets pretty nervous.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?): He doesn’t typically last super long, but he usually can go for 3 or 4 rounds. Again, he’s pent up.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?): He doesn’t own toys. But he likes them to be used on him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): Surprisingly less of a tease… Not to say he won’t if he’s feeling more dominant, though

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.): Incredibly loud, no control over his voice. And it’s easy to get him crying from pleasure.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character): He’s very easily overwhelmed. And he has a sensitive neck and thighs.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes): He’s very…. Average, I suppose? There’s nothing really notable. Guys, I can only describe dicks so many ways.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?): He’s horny near constantly.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): He’s a sleep deprived insomniac who feels safest in someone’s arms. He’s asleep very quickly.