#male minor

[ankle-breaker-101]

I’m gonna drop kick a minor.

[thegnomelord]

Lads listen

Daddy sub Price

Daddy sub price who pushes you against the desk and breathes out against your lips how much daddy missed his boy and his boy's pretty cock, then begging you to let daddy help his boy relax as he goes to his knees.

Daddy Sub Price who will happily bounce on your cock when you're too tired to have sex, whispering in your ear how good you are for daddy and to just let him take care of you. He will make you cum so many times you pass out, unable to tell between being awake and asleep with his warm cum filled hole clinging to your cock and his rumbling voice moaning about how good you are for daddy.

Daddy Sub price but he's drooling around your cock and every breath he's able to take he spends it on begging you to use daddy's throat harder, he can take it, you earned a nice reward and he wants to spoil his boy rotten.

Daddy Sub Price who never corrects the kinksters when they assume he's the Dom in your relationship, even goes so far as to agree and hold you close when he says so, because the look you give him and the way you pound him in the nearest storage closet is so worth it.

Daddy Sub Price in the leather harness and assless black leather chaps.

Daddy Sub Price in a leather harness and assless chaps with a riding crop. But the crop is for his boy to spank his ass with when he gets too loud because the sight of him in those leathers are for your eyes only.

Daddy Sub Price wants to feel more of the sting of the riding crop on his skin so he shaved his ass. And you lament the loss of all that hair, going to show him how daddy's boy wants to be treated.

God his ass is pretty all red, not from spanking him no, because good daddy's don't shave - but because you're groping his cheeks so damn hard, spreading and gripping ass so you can eat him out. You found some sort of lube that left him all sensitive and tingly, each scrape of your tongue on his hole or balls like a miniature orgasm that's not enough, leaving him shaking and leaking like a busted tap as he tries to tell you daddy learned his lesson; but you don't stop until he's so deep in subspace all he can do is drool into the pillows and moan about how good his boy is

Just. . . Just Daddy Sub Price

[deadloverxx]

thinking about aventurine, sex with whom was a one night stand at first.

male reader, 18+, mdni, top male reader, alcohol use.

he didn't expect anything more or anything less when getting a little bit too tipsy with you on a night out. you know how this goes - cards, poker chips, a couple of cocktails on your table, and as the night progresses those cocktails turn into a bottle of wine, then of whisky... and before you know it, the chips are abandoned on the table and his credit card pays for a private suite upstairs, and your lips clash in the elevator as you taste the mix of everything you drank and ate tonight on each other's lips.

it's not you specifically, aventurine tells himself as he watches you tear his clothes off, your teeth and hands all over him. he was just feeling lonely, went along with the moment, he tries convincing himself, but you feel just a little bit too good rearranging his insides, moaning in his ear as he left little scratches on your back. and as you kept plunging into him, he couldn't even think or say anything besides "hmm! y/n... fuck, more, more..!"

and when he wakes up with sunlight on his face, and your arms around him, he panics. it was just a drunken mistake, everyone sleeps with their friends sometimes, he thinks, quickly dressing up and searching for his belongings within the mess of the room the two of you made. but when closing the door behind him, aventurine couldn't help but steal a glance at your peacefully sleeping form. downstairs, he paid for you both and ordered you the nicest breakfast in the room, not out of guilt, he tells himself, "just so his hangover is a bit better.."

and yet he finds himself thinking back to the encounter when nights get a little too lonely. he can't help himself but send you a message

"wanna play tonight? all on me."

the loser has to do whatever the winner wants. and the whole time you were both laughing, he clenched his fist under the table, breath barely noticeably hitching. and when you, unsurprisingly, lost the round, it was field day for aventurine.

his purple, charming eyes gaze in yours as he announces his wish, tongue gently running over his lips. "kiss me." voice echoing, trying really hard not to shake as the gambler tries desperately to keep up his facade of dominance, to hide the dreadful fear of rejection. and as your hands find themselves against his waist again, lips, teeth crashing, you mutter: "could've just asked me like a normal guy."

aventurine chuckles, that chuckle suddenly drowning out in a moan as his hands clutch to you in desperation, rubbing up against the hard on in your pants, growing more and more desperate. when you find yourself in his bed this time, he makes sure to treat you better, already prepped beforehand, shaved and waiting for you to fuck him over and over again all night long. cum on his face, body and hands, he can't even go to the shower, because once he does, pulls you in with him and moves on his knees.

this morning he doesn't run away, instead admiring the both of you in the mirror, tracing your handprints and hickeys on his pale body, cock getting hard all over again, just in time for you waking up.

[sansfangirl24]

I think it would be funny if because Bakugo got so easily jealous and possessive that every time someone asks your name now you default to "Katsuki's baby" or "Katsuki's little thing" or sometimes even "Katsuki's slut" if you're in the right headspace

and after you have to awkwardly explain that your just so used to being called Katsuki's it's become a habit :3

[thatblvckboyy]

Give us some Jay audio please omggggg

Jay x male reader

Smut audio and as always wear headphones

As a hybe trainee you work hard and try your best to debut even pay the fee for all the services they give u and today it was raining cats and dogs outside and u forgot ur wallet home but ur dance instructor jay, told you there's another way to pay;by giving him a blowjob

Since then u never had to pay for anything

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere therapist x reader

Warning: mild smut murder mentions of gaslighting and manipulation

Yandere therapist who is intrigued and confused you came for therapy you where perfect what could possibly be wrong

Yandere therapist who falls for you once he hears your problems and he was so happy you could open up to him totally not cuz that's the whole point of paying for therapy

Yandere therapist who loves everything about you taking in everything you tell him making notes about your body language and micro l expressions just getting lost in you

Yandere therapist who hates that your dates sessions are only 30 minutes.

Yandere therapist who claims you're not well emotionally and mentally begging recommending you arrange longer lessons

Yandere therapist who manipulates you in every way he knows how which is a lot since he's a professional therapist.

Yandere therapist who gaslights you on your trauma and always has you crying in his arms at the end of every session.

Yandere therapist who adores how submissive you are he can't wait to see how fast you'll crumble once he has you moaning underneath him.

Yandere therapist who finds out you're in therapy because of your previous partner and is furious knowing what they did do you how they tried to stain your pure soul and kills them in the most brutal ways.

Yandere therapist who's jaw drops to the floor when he sees you're feeling better and say you don't need him anymore what!? this wasn't supposed to happen you were supposed to stay forever or at least until he made you his lover.

Yandere therapist who emotionally and mentally breaks you making all your hard work go down the drain.

Yandere therapist who claims you need a stress reliever to help with your trauma like a lover perhaps and nominated himself as the perfect fit and manipulates you into agreeing

This Is for the best my dove~ I'll take great care of you no one will harm you ever again…I'll make sure of it ~

[chsopnk]

「 ✦ I’M A WEIRDO ✦ 」

☆. # SHIP — dazai osamu x gn!reader

☆. # AUTHOR’S NOTE — the things creep!dazai would do to show u he loves u <3

☆. # WARNINGS — dark content. creepy behaviour, breaking & entering, stalking, non-con bc you don’t know these things r happening but no rape or similar things, mention of guns, cum, masturbation, covert photography, lowkey yandere but also not really.

creep!dazai who steals the keys to your house just to copy them. he’d tell the worker that he’s your husband but lost his keys to the house.

creep!dazai who opens the door to your house and walks in when you’re not home to go through your stuff. he’ll look in your closet and take one of your favourite shirts with him because it smells like you.

creep!dazai who watches you sleep, a gun tight in his fist to protect you in case someone tries anything.

creep!dazai who leaves little gifts for you to find in your house. he’ll get you some flowers and put them in a vase on your dining room table. or maybe there’s a box of chocolates in your living room, a note with little hearts drawn on it sticking to the box.

creep!dazai who can’t control himself at all. when you’re not home, he goes up to your bedroom. and just the smell in there gets his dick hard.

creep!dazai who cums onto your pillow or dirty clothes in the bathroom and doesn’t clean up after himself — he wants you to find the remnants after all. he needs you to see how much he loves you.

creep!dazai who secretly takes pictures of you: while you’re showering, while you’re sleeping, while you’re changing. he would never show them to anyone though. they are his and his alone to look at. maybe he’ll leave one of them on your bed with a little note that says “look how pretty you are when you’re sleeping <3”

creep!dazai who talks to you outside of your house, acting like he’s a neighbour that just moved in. acting like he doesn’t spend almost every night in your house without you knowing.

creep!dazai who writes you love letters that he hides under your pillow for you to find. and then watches as you open them from outside your window.

creep!dazai that truly wants you to find out who he is, who’s doing all of these things so you can finally be together and he can tell you how much he loves you face to face.

[etude-hime]

I may now pronounce you Femdom and Femboy...

You may now peg the boybride.

(Edit: Do not like/reblog this or my other naughty shit if you are a goddamn infant 💢)

[susansontag]

these people couldn’t even pretend to give a shit about women and girls. the inciting event could have been anything, they just wait for any opportunity to take to the streets. I hate these men and their insatiable need to make everything about their racism. now muslims can’t leave their homes and no one will even remember the names of those little girls

[feral-childs-word]

Blood

Fandom: DC

Yandere!batfamily x Male!reader

Description: Being a l/n has always been your thing but finding out your a fucking Wayne sucks especially how shitty and mentally ill your new family is.

Warning!: Angst, death, blood, neglect, curse words, made by a MINOR, not proof read, m/n going a little mental guys, anger issues (if you can call it ig)

A/n: I've reader neglected reader as a strong yet weak person getting easily manipulated and kidnapped with not that great with there mental health. But...what if we got reader who has anger issues but doesn't show them that often and is mentally not okay after the death of his mother? And on top of that being neglected only to be babied once being remembered.

Words: Who do you take me for? 🗿🗿

Welcome to blood series!- 1-Mother oh mother

Next ->

There was a once a time where you lived with your mother. Your oh so sweet mother the one who raised you from the slums of Gotham. The women with that soft smile everytime she enjoyed or saw something she liked. With those soft yet delicate hands that always helped you when you got injured from riding a bike or tripping on thin air.

As you grew older you noticed how tired she always was coming home from work with dark bags that clung to her soft pale like skin yet she always smiled. God how you wanted to help your mother that time but you were just 10 doing nothing but helping keep the run down apartment decent for when she comes home from work and going to elementary school trying to get good scores and good reports so your mother doesn't stress on anything and doing activities to get you by while your mother worked.

Yet here you are 16 and staring down at the stone which engraved your mother name and last name with the dates of her birth and death. The rain poured heavily down on you not caring about the umbrella. Your eyes didn't move and glance at the movements you heard behind you. You didn't flinch when a hand larger than your mother's hand gently placed on your shoulder.

Your fists dripped with blood for how hard you clenched how you wanted to slap the man's hand away. You hated being touched it made you sick it made you angry it wasn't your mother's soft touch no. It was some random stranger talking that you couldn't hear because your ears rung like when your tv goes static.

Why?

Why?

WHY?!

Why couldn't she stayed home that day? Why couldn't she waited until morning to get you that stupid cake for your birthday?

"It's your fault you know" The voice whispered it was agonizing hearing that awful voice that annoying child like voice. You wanted to bang your head on something, anything. You wanted to claw your brains out just so you could get rid of that voice.

"If you hadn't asked her for a cake she wouldn't have died that day." The voice giggles whispering it to your ear like a soft melody. Gods how that voice annoys you breaking you down bit by bit.

"ki-"

Who was that?

"k-"

Huh?

"Kid!" The sound of the man says making you snap out of your thoughts. Turning your gaze downward to the shorter man his glasses glimmered under the lightning that flashed his hands still on your shoulder. The umbrella covered both him and you under the heavy rain.

"There you are lost you there for a moment." The man chuckles softly putting his hand down though you didn't relax just stared at the man. "Ehem has I was saying we gotta take you to the station see if you have any family members that is willing to take you in." The man says which you now concluded it's a detective with his brown coat and hat.

You swallowed thickly your hands unclenching as you nod your head weakly to tired and worn out to fight or speak you just wanted sleep. The detective smiles and gestures to you to follow which you obey and follow the man but not without giving the grave where your mother was buried one last look and turned away going in the man's car.

Fuck being in a police station sucks.

The food is disgusting with now weird smelling the food it that they offer you. You rather eat the shitty school meals.

Your phone almost on low battery. The detectives ad Police officers refusing to drive you to get your things even your damn charger and they didn't have the charger you need.

This shit sucks the couches absolutely are uncomfortable they don't have enough fluffed cushions. Oh how you missed your bed and your cheek 5 dollar blanket your ma bought at 5 below when she got her paychecks.

Your leg bounced up and down looking up at the clock checking the time then down at the floor counting the different patterned carpet. Got how annoying that tucking of the clock sounded you just wanted to bash it until it stopped making that aggravating ticking noise. One more fucking hour enduring this shit your gonna loose it.

You leg bounced even more your hand tapping against your arm waiting for that damn door to open to have some news anything. Your head snapped to the sound of the door opening cringing at the small creaking sound it made. Your eyes landing on the same man that took you away from the graveyard and.....

No way....

This can't be happening...

Why is Bruce fucking Wayne here??

"Kid I want you to meet Bruce Wayne or should I say your father.."

SON OF A FUCKING BITCH

[sleepingdeath-light]

mortified ; 18+

kinktober day seventeen

pairing ; pyramid head x cis male!reader insert

fandom ; silent hill

masterlists ; fandom | kinktober | ao3

content ; dominant!pyramid head, submissive!reader, public sex acts, anal sex, humiliation kink, breath play (choking)

minors and ageless blogs do not interact

Pyramid Head has never been a particularly gentle lover, but in all your years together you don’t think he’s ever been this rough with you: he’s using one of his hands to choke you, thick digits digging bruisingly into the sides of your neck while your windpipe is crushed against his calloused palm — his grip tight enough to leave you breathless and lightheaded, but not harsh enough to cause you more harm than he knows you can take; his other hand is firmly gripping your hip, taking advantage of his inhuman strength to hold you up against the wall and stop you from squirming away from him as the embarrassment and pleasure start to get too overwhelming for your cock-drunk mind to handle; his cock, intimidatingly large and veiny, is being bullied into your hole, stretching you far beyond what you thought possible and hitting all the right spots with each thrust to leave you drooling, hard, and dumb. So dumb that with every heavy slap of his balls against your ass, with every drag of those deliciously prominent veins against your prostate, you find yourself becoming more and more unbothered about the fact that you were doing this in the middle of town.

But no matter how far he pushes you, that thought never truly leaves your mind.

The thought that anyone could easily stumble upon the two of you and see just how much of a slut you are for your monstrous butcher boyfriend. They’d see how glassy and unfocused and wet your eyes have gotten. They’d see how your legs are twitching and tightening around Pyramid Head’s waist as he continues to treat you like a living cocksleeve. They’d see how hard your dick is despite it remaining almost completely untouched, and they’d see just how much precum has been drooling out and onto your stomach and thighs. They’d hear the repetitive wet sound of skin hitting skin, the lewd ‘plap, plap, plap’ of his hips colliding with yours that has your skin burning hotter and hotter whenever you catch it over the deafening beating of your heart in your ears. They’d hear those intoxicating low grunts and growls he’s letting out under his helmet as he chases his own orgasm using your body. And maybe they’d even hear the hoarse gasps and wheezes and moans that are slipping from your parted lips despite the hand wrapped tightly around your throat.

You don’t even know who would even be in the area to catch you — God knows the man that escaped your boyfriend earlier is probably well on his way out of the county already if he knows what’s good for him — but the thought alone of anyone seeing or hearing you like this is enough to leave your body burning with mortification even as your mind grows foggy and slow with the signs of an approaching orgasm.

Though, thankfully, you’re not given very long to wallow in your embarrassment before you’re pushed over the edge of climax and the white hot pleasure in your veins burns away any sense of mortification or self-consciousness that were lingering in your mind. No longer able to think about anything but him — the stretch of his dick inside of your ass, the smell of his musk as he presses his body right up against your own, the callouses of his hands as he grips your skin, and the muffled sounds he’s making as he desperately chases his own release after yours — as your mind blanks, your vision blotches, and your cock twitches and spurts cum onto your stomach, his apron, and the pavement beneath you. It’s intoxicating. It’s overstimulating. It’s too much and somehow not quite enough all at the same time and you find yourself no longer caring if anyone sees you in such a lewd state so long as you get to keep feeling this full, this good, this dumb.

Pyramid Head feels your pulse fluttering madly under the pad of his thumb and hears you let out a scratchy, breathy wheeze that sounds somewhere between a ‘please’ and his name, and then his hips are stuttering to a stop as he pumps his cum impossibly deep into your ass. Animalistic, shameless, rough, and so fucking hot.

… what were you embarrassed about again?

[ltsmoving]

waugh i cant be bothered colouring this have some lineart of these two also hiiii slight redesigns :)

noo little british boy dont get eaten by your big alt boyfriend...

[kindofatheatrekid]

Soft Yandere! Veteran HCs (and a special something at the end!)

So I basically fell in love with this nameless man I wrote on a whim- And now I’m giving the dude a name now- My precious moot helped me to cement his identity as a jaded, Russian veteran and I obviously leaped at the chance of making an old dilf. I fucking love this man- 😀

This is definitely NSFW so…

MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI. MINORS DNI.

That’s better! ❤️

Soft Yandere! Veteran who’s at least twenty-five years your senior— and makes sure that you remember that. He’ll make sure that any bratty attitude coming from you will be promptly shut down. Whether it’ll be through a spanking session or giving your mouth something better to do… Well. It depends on how much you’ve pissed him off already. ^^

(Don’t worry, though. He’s too much of a softie to not ensure that you’ll enjoy every second of your “punishment~” 😮‍💨)

“In my days, cadets used to have their teeth smashed in if they mouthed off to their superiors. Shouldn’t you thank me for my leniency, love?”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who makes sure that you’re always well fed. He may have some food insecurity problems, and would never want his beloved to ever experience that gnawing hunger he felt in his earlier years. So say au revoir to any diets you want to do!

He’s a good cook too, so you bet he’s going to feed you every time you see each other. You’re always going to be greeted with food as aftercare— there’s no arguing on that. He will force-feed you. 😓

“A diet? Tch. You don’t need that. Just eat, dear. You need the nutrients for later.”

Speaking of aftercare! Soft Yandere! Veteran who knows exactly what to do after years of fucking women. …And maybe some men but we don’t talk about his soldier years- The man will wipe you down and massage every part of your body that aches after his rough treatment. Believe in the old man who has chronic pain every day because of what he did in his youth- He definitely knows how to relieve any muscle aches. 😌

Soft Yandere! Veteran who is a huge cuddler. He’s taller than you and is just a brickhouse— you’re not going anywhere if he wants to cuddle with you. He probably has a size kink, loves seeing you try to fit him in your mouth. He’ll be so condescending about it too, goading you on while he’s reading the newspaper like the senile man he is. 😩

“Come on, love~ Is that really the best you can do? You can take a bit more, right? For me~?”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who is Russian! The man never speaks crass words, though— always a gentleman through and through. His mama taught him right! He has to make sure that you remember your manners with him too! Say please and then he might give you what you want. It depends, though. Have you been a polite lover to him today? 🤔

“Mmm… I don’t know, Солнце… You’ve been so naughty today. I think you should beg some more for my cock~”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who has episodes of depression whenever he remembers the young men he killed in the battlefield. You can find him on the floor while staring at his countless medals— bottles of everclear on the floor with a few cigar buds in the ashtray nearby. A hug from you will help him a lot…

(Please replace the bitter cigar in his mouth with your sweet lips. Give him something else to think about. Better yet, why don’t you spread those thighs of yours? That will always get the old man going! 😊)

“...Thank you, лапочка. I needed this.”

Soft Yandere! Veteran who will never let you go. You’re just too pure for the world… He’s directly seen how dirty humans can be. You’re like a spring breeze to him, allowing him to relax his mind for the first time since he was drafted. Just listen to everything he says. Don’t you believe in him? 🥺

“...People… They can be cruel. Especially to wounded rabbits like you.”

You didn’t think that I’d just make headcanons after painting a scene in your head, right? Dear gods no! I want to be a nice author to you all! (At least until my mind decides to switch up and make angst- But you’re all safe! For now.) 😈

Anyways! I’m going to show y’all a blowjob scene with this old man now! Have fun! ^^

(It’s gender neutral this time because you’re sucking his dick-)

You thought he was being too cruel right now. Here you were: on your knees, serving the man while he was enjoying his morning cup of coffee. If you could talk, you would’ve whined at him for his attention; to get that dumb paper out of the way so he could fuck your mouth like you knew he could. He was undoubtedly affected by the way your lips were wrapped around not even half of his cock, though. There was a reason why his hand had a firm grip on your hair— not allowing you to pull away nor go deeper.

The old man had way too much patience compared to you, not even budging when you start to paw at his clothed thighs. He’s spent years on the battlefield, dear. The man can neglect his own needs as long as you learn your lesson. Your parents must have not taught you very well, but that’s fine! He can show you exactly how to stay in the lines.

Your desperate whimpers send shivers down his spine, the vibrations making his warm cock grow hotter— a familiar warmth pooling underneath his stomach. His hand tightens around your locks, a deep sigh escaping from his lips before he even knew it. You got what you wanted, his attention. And oh… You have his full attention.

A low growl was your only warning before he forced his cock down your throat— his hands now occupied with pulling your hair like it were a horse’s reins. You couldn’t breathe; he was big, and he knew that. You could barely see his sly grin through your tears, but you could feel it. By the way his hand was kept on the back of your head to keep your spit-covered lips on his cock. By the way his other hand was patting the top of your head so affectionately. By the way he cooed at you like he wasn’t choking you on his dick right now.

“Aww~ Is there something you want to say, Солнце? Come on~ Use your words for me, hm?”

The bastard was taking pleasure in your helplessness; he knew that your throat was far too occupied to do anything but let out a few muffled whimpers. Whimpers that went straight down to his weeping cock, his balls tightening even more when he sees how prettily you were silently begging for his mercy. The old man was just getting his rocks off at this point.

He kept on using you, bobbing your head over and over again— he was an old soldier, he knew precisely how long he could keep you gagging before you’d pass out. It was like a game to him in a way, seeing how far he could physically push you before you were on the brink of passing out. You were seeing both stars in your eyes and black spots; your adrenaline peaking from this deadly game. One where all you could do was trust the man in front of you that he knew what he was doing.

His endurance was no joke even after over a decade, you didn’t know how long it was before you could finally taste something bitter on your tongue— his head tilting up as he groaned. You were still gagging, your head pushed as far as possible when he came in your throat. The thick, slimy liquid going down your throat effortlessly as he slowly slides you off his limp dick. A round of coughs greeting you after your lungs were suddenly filled with oxygen after a while with barely any.

All he did was pat your head, grabbing a cloth from the table to clean up the mixture of his cum and your drool and tears off your face. His palms tenderly cupping your cheeks afterward— steadily lifting your face up before he presses a soft kiss on your now clean lips. A satisfied smile curving up his lips when he sees your blissed out, lost expression; your usual bratty self not seen at all.

“Hm… Better.”

Translation:

Солнце = sunshine

лапочка = sweetie pie / cutie

BRO. THIS. THIS DOES THINGS TO ME. Y'ALL LIKE THIS OLD MAN TOO, HUH??

"I know what you are."

[cangrellesteponme]

i don't think wonderland is ready for those alices

[crxshed-skxlls]

hey, i'm new to your work but it's really good :3

could i have ej x male reader where jack is going through a demon heat? i'm a slut for those types of fics /lh

if something like this has already been asked you can ignore

have a good day/night!

Of course anon, your sin is my command ;]

— ❝ Fever Dreams

Eyeless Jack x Male!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Plot: Jack goes through a heat cycle and you seem to be the only person he trusts to help him

NSFW TAGS: Teratophilia/monster fucking, fingering, love bites/marks, light blood play, mentions of aftercare, praise kink

You and Jack weren’t necessarily close at the time, but you could tell something was off. He was a reserved introvert, usually sticking to himself or his medical bay. Though lately he hadn’t been showing up in his medical office, so you decided to check up on him when you could. Knock, knock, knocking at his door earns a soft growl from inside; making you somewhat concerned. “Jack?” You call out, your sweet voice ringing out in the empty hallways. Jack soon sluggishly walks to his door, the handle slowly and deliberately turning before you are greeted to a somewhat cracked open door and familiar soulless orbs staring back at you.

“What do you want?” His voice is a low growl, gruff and mysterious. You can tell that something was wrong with the way Jack’s breathing is shallow; seeming unfocused or delirious. You purse your lips before opening them to speak.  “Are you okay? I wanted to check in.” You reply softly, noticing how reserved the cursed human was being. The demon hums, the sound reverberating in his throat as his towering figure looms over the cracked door that led to his room. “M’fine.” He murmurs shyly, reserved as if he was about to close the door. You quickly put your shoe into the gap though; unexpectedly stopping the demon from closing the door.

“No you’re not. If you were, you wouldn’t be cowering behind your door.” You explain, your voice laced with concern as his eyes widen at your sudden advance. With a harsh swallow and a low growl, he backs away from the door; leaving you free to come in. Once you have entered the dark room, the stench of musk and sweat is evident as Jack sheepishly sits back into his bed. Your brows furrow, closing the door behind him. “Jack.. What’s going on?” You ask softly, trying to come closer only to watch Jack motion for you to stop.

“Don’t.. Come near, please.” He firmly murmurs, breath labored as his tail flicks with worry. You remain still, watching closely as Jack’s eyes narrow in focus. You wait for an expected explanation or context, in which Jack sighs heavily. “.. I’m in heat. I forgot to manage it beforehand and it.. Spiraled.” Jack explains, swallowing as he looks at you. You take time to process this before letting out a soft hum. “You.. Do you go through cycles like that?” “.. Yes, I do.” He replies with that deep, smoky voice as he curls up more onto his bed. You swallow, thinking before your eyes widen. 

You could now get a better glimpse of Jack; the dimly lit light capturing some of his features. He had only been wearing a black tank top and what appeared to be boxers; His bulge was apparent though hidden as he crossed his legs in a reserved manner. “.. Is there any way I can help?” You ask quietly, in which Jack looks up at you with confusion yet curiosity. “You think you can help me? I… You’ll get hurt, trust me. I don’t want to risk it.” Jack cautiously warns, but you can’t help but look at him with a bit of empathy. You could tell Jack was hurting; itching for release as your scent subtly mixes with the musky scent of primal desires in the room.

You walk over cautiously, before Jack could even protest - you stand face to face with him. “.. Do you trust me, Jack?” You ask with a soft tone, quieter than your usual radiant voice. Jack looks at you as he bites the inside of his cheek, suffocating under the scent of you so close to him. “.. Not much.” He answers truthfully, shyly as he tries to pull a bit backwards to breathe correctly. His mind is obviously in a conflicted haze; filled with insecurity and instinct as his gray skin flushes a charcoal color. 

“.. Can I gain your trust then?” You murmur softly, leaning closer to the other as you gently let your knee press into the mattress. Jack’s eyes widen, breath caught in his throat as he watches you attentively. His body tenses, but with your subtle movements Jack doesn’t seem to move away. You take this as unspoken consent, your hand gently grazing the other’s shoulder. “Let me help you, Jack..” You murmur quietly, and Jack lets out a soft growl in return. His clawed hand hesitantly rises up to your waist, shy as his pointed ears lower.

“.. I’m not… Sure about this.” Jack breathes, the air filling with sultry tension as you move to slide up onto the demon’s lap. His breath is caught again, a short gasp coming from him as you gently sit in his lap. You can feel his hard on pressing against your ass, twitching at the sensation as Jack lets out a soft murmur of pleasure. “Please..?” You insist softly, a small plea as you raise your hand to cup the demon’s cheek. Jack tenses, breath heavy and hot against your wrist as his hands grip at your waist. 

It is a silent moment before you slowly move in, hesitantly capturing his cold lips against yours. The kiss is slow and cautious, Jack's hands tentatively slide down to your plush inner thighs. Jack can feel your cock harden in the kiss, making the demon growl softly as he deepens the slow kiss. You allow Jack access; tongues soon swirl inside of your mouth as you try to keep up with Jack’s rhythm. It became apparent that Jack is trying his hardest to hold back; making this experience both slow and passionate as you both explore each other’s bodies.

You feel Jack’s hands grip your plush thighs, soon placing your back against the mattress as his three monstrous tongues keep exploring your mouth. You feel yourself harden, softly groaning as you feel Jack rut against the bulge in your pants. Jack pulls back, letting you catch your breath as he tugs against your shirt. “Off. Now.” Jack orders slowly, and your eyes widen slightly at the sudden command. Though you obediently shed off your top, feeling Jack unfasten your belt. You lift your hips, giving the demon active access as he tugs down your underwear and pants, exposing your cock as it gently sits against your stomach. 

You flush slightly, the hungry look in the demon’s eyes alluring yet sinister as his claws drag you closer to him. You swallow, looking up at the other as it seems he reaches for something. You recognize the bottle of lube; Jack gently rubbing it onto his fingers as he warms up the viscous liquid. “Jack.. C- careful…” You murmur, hearing a growl erupt from Jack’s throat as he eagerly spreads your legs. “Don’t worry.. M’ being as careful as I can be.” He whispers back, and soon you can feel two of his fingers slip inside of you. 

You gasp, wincing slightly as the intrusion as he starts to shallowly thrust his fingers inside of you. Jack groans, biting his lip softly as he feels your walls tighten over his fingers. You let out soft murmurs of pleasure; letting out a whimper as Jack curls his fingers right into your prostate. “Feeling good, little lamb?” Jack teases softly, a groan slipping past his dark lips as you nod eagerly. “Good boy..” The demon growls, stretching you out thoroughly. His senses are going haywire; the sticky scent of arousal and tension making Jack’s heat far more tense. 

You soon gasp as you feel something cold and wet against your nipple, You register Jack’s tongue sliding across the sensitive bud, making your body more hot as he continues to abuse your sweet spot expertly. Soon enough, Jack removes his digits from your entrance, the room filled with thick sexual tension as Jack slides off his boxers and strips himself. The demon’s tail swishes excitedly, eagerly as he takes position between your legs. His tongues run up your neck, teeth teasingly grazing your neck as he positions himself. 

You swallow, bracing yourself as you try your best to relax. Jack soon slips into your tight heat, letting out a guttural growl as his claws squeeze your hips harshly. You whimper, gasping at the stretch of his tendrilled cock and sting of his claws piercing into your flesh. Jack hungrily captures your lips into a more tough kiss; Starting to shallowly thrust as he grits his teeth. “Fuuck- good boy..” The sounds of Jack’s praises and animalistic growls reverberate in the room, harmonizing with your soft cries of pleasure. Jack’s hips soon sputter along, pressing you further into the mattress as he mercilessly thrusts deeper inside of you.

You whimper, voice cracking and pitching as both of you start to feel the pressure building in your stomachs. His claws mark into your body, breaking some of your plush skin. Jack growls, soon his sharp teeth landing into your shoulder. You yelp, wincing at the sting yet being so helpless as his thrusts increase inside of you. “J-ack, oh god-” You whine out, and eventually you reach your own orgasm. You cry out as white ropes of pleasure shoot onto your abdomen and chest; Some getting on Jack a good bit with how intertwined you both are. 

Jack snarls, groaning at the taste of your blood in his mouth as he sucks a love bite into you. With one final sputtering of his hips, he buries deeply inside of you and finishes. His tendrilled cock moves and shifts slightly inside of you; almost unintentionally teasing as you whimper from the overstimulation. After a few moments for you both to catch your breath, Jack looks down at the wound he made with concerned eyes. “.. Don’t worry about it.” You murmur, arms coming up and wrapping around his neck. 

You both sit there as you ride this high out, you whispering soft reassurances to Jack as he tries his best not to overthink. He seemed content though; proud of himself for not tearing you to shreds. You softly stroke his hair, flinching as he slowly moves out of your abused hole. Jack watches for a moment as his own seed leaks out of you, his flushed face becoming darker as he shyly leaves between your legs to grab a wet towel.

… Jack cleaned up for the most part; he insisted that you rest anyways. Upon cleaning up the mess they made and Jack even going as far as to gently place a bandage over his bite wound (which you insisted would heal fine but he seemed adamant), You both curl in in his bed together. Jack’s strong, gray arms holding you close as he spoons you. You smile, glad to have helped out somebody in need. Though, something tells you after this day.. Jack and you would become a bit closer than you realize.

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latching on tight to him as he loses himself to his own pleasure, one hand gripped into the flesh at your hips, slamming and grinding the two of you together. the other keeping a hold of the back of your neck, his face buried in the crook, kissing and nibbling high pitch whimpers from your lips. moans fall between you both as your arms and thighs hold tight trying to pull him closer, trying to hold on as he takes and gives so so much more. there’s a growling low in his throat as he finishes, settling deep inside and letting his now deadweight drop onto you with a satisfied huff. he holds you close keeping you still connected, nuzzling into you, peppering kisses on the love bites he left, melting together in the warmth of the sticky damp sheets..