#pretty sure the saliva thing is a cat thing...

[kekewrites]

Imagine being a cat!hybrid, going about your dilly dally day when you get stopped by a lost adventurer or something along that line. Their curiosity got the best of them as they haven't seen a pretty little thing like you before. Of course your bratty self wouldn't take any disrespect before lunging at them, going full on claws but getting embarrassingly pinned by their large body. Hard bulging muscles pressing onto your soft ones, you would've been flustered if it weren't for your short temper and trampled ego.

But the way you snarl at them. Showing those little tiny fangs, laughable enough to be even considered it as that. How cute. Adorable, can those little fangs even penetrate, let alone poke his flesh? His curiosity got him acting for answers.

His thick fingers moving in your mouth as his other hand held your own on the cold dirty ground. His eyes fixated on your fangs, rubbing your mouth and tongue. Too fixated to even notice how squeamish you're becoming, getting hot and sensitive as he plays with your fangs in fascination.

The moment he glance up and look on your face, he never thought he'll ever get so hard just by looking. Your face red, tears streaming down your cheeks, sniffling and hiccuping. Panting as you drool, saliva on the sides of your mouth, your hot heaving breath hitting his fingers and his own face.

Such an erotic sight.

Just by him rubbing your little fangs and you immediately get so bothered, all your feisty and bratty spirit gone. Horny little thing. How lonely were you? But don't worry anymore, he'll make sure to accompany you.

[hitomisuzuya]

Aventurine x fem!reader. Smut. Cunnilingus. Slight manipulation. Soft in some spots. Purely self indulgent. Implied size difference (Aventurine is taller)

My hands are shaking while I write this. I'm gonna slink off and hide when I am done 😭 I'm very nervous.

Aventurine had felt a soft tug on his sleeve one night at a roulette table. He kept betting more and more each time he won, and was drawing a crowd around him. He looked over and then down.

"Hold on," You'd said in the shyest voice, finding it hard to look away from his eyes. You'd never seen eyes quite like his. Eyes that could stop your heart in your chest with just one glance, the shock of how beautiful they were restarting it.

You'd been looking for a way, any way to get his attention all night. "Let me kiss your roulette chip," An even shyer blush crept into your cheeks, which he found incredibly endearing. "For good luck," You added, forcing yourself to look away from his eyes to control your pounding heart.

It bewildered him nonetheless that someone was showing him such sweet consideration without him having to ask for it.

Over the next few months, it soon became routine for you brush your lips against whatever gambling tool Aventurine was using that night. All in the name of good luck. Sure, he never lost but you, you were starting to make his winning feel even better.

That led to lingering touches and looks between the two of you. And it wasn't long before he felt the foreign feeling of wanting a level of deeper intimacy with you.

Aventurine knew he could seduce you for little tastes of you at a time, but why do that when he could go all in and win the chance in the fashion he was accustomed to.

He chose to simple game to play with you. Blackjack. First one to bust three times lost. And if he won, he got to eat you out. He couldn't lie to himself and say that he didn't choose this game specifically to get what he wanted.

You'd innocently told him that you weren't very good at math, agreeing to play if he checked your math for you.

His gloved fingers looked so beautiful dealing the card. He could see you considering your decisions to hit or stay very carefully. Did you want to impress him?

Aventurine selfishly fudged the math each time. His smirk on your third "bust" was one for the ages. One that made your heart flutter. Your wager was that if you won, you got play with his cat cakes.

Which he would still let you do. The way you smiled, giggled and cooed at them was just too adorable for him not to let you play with them.

After he devoured you first, of course.

Aventurine took his time slowly licking up and down the stripe of your cunt outside of your panties. The soft, shaky sighs that started to sound from your pretty mouth as his tongue deftly teased at your clit, coaxing it to throb stronger with each languid lick as his saliva soaked onto your panties.

He chuckled softly as you reached down to peel your panties aside. "I'll do you one better, sweetheart. Let me," He slowly pulled your panties down your legs and discarded them on the floor next to his bed.

Aventurine's eyes drank in the sight of your puffy pussy, almost embarrassingly wet from the teasing ministrations of his tongue. He was determined to take care of properly, returning all that consideration you'd showered him with by kissing his gambling chips for good luck.

You clamped a hand over your mouth to muffle your loud moan as his tongue parted your folds. He chuckled, his tongue dancing on your clit. He could tell you were being reserved about your noises.

His fingers brushed on the inside of your thigh, making you shiver as your hips suddenly jerked to grind against his tongue, the taste of you assaulting his senses. "You look cute when you are shy, but let me hear you enjoying yourself," He encouraged with an easy smile.

Aventurine didn't want you to think. The only thing he wanted you to focus on was him, and how good his tongue was making you feel. He groaned happily into your cunt as you grinded against his mouth again.

He was tentative about holding onto your thighs or your hips too tightly at first while he lost himself in your pussy. He didn't want to restrict your movements. Anything to keep you grinding and imprinting your taste on his tongue.

The way your hand shook as the found the back of his head, tugging on his soft, blonde hair as you pressed his mouth down onto your cunt was addicting. His fingers found purchase on your thighs, pressing inevitable marks of possession.

Now that Aventurine had you, he wasn't going to let you go. Especially not when you tasted this fucking good. He was absolutely reeling as he plunged his tongue as far inside of you as it could go.

He swirled his tongue, and it felt like every pleasurable nerve ending in your body was coming to life. The staticy haze of pleasure was overwhelming. It wasn't long before you forgot all about covering your mouth with your hand to hold back your noises.

The feeling to submit to his every intimate whim gripped you like a vice. He wanted you to moan, so moan you did. Your legs shook as his mouth latched out your clit, the wet slurping noises that mingled your moans said how much he was enjoying himself.

The wetter you got, the louder you got, the more your body twitched in response to him made him want more with each lick and suck.

Aventurine didn't even hear himself whimpering at first as he rutted his aching cock into the mattress. He was completely and wholly focused on you. You looked so beautiful with tears of pleasure welling in your eyes, his tongue teasing and swirling between your gummy walls.

His cock throbbed harder each time feeling your walls tighten around his tongue. Tears of pleasure were so interesting to see. He was used to tears of different variety. It was refreshing for him.

He vibrated moan after moan onto your clit as he sucked on it, feeling twice the rush observing you pinching one of your nipples to chase the high he was building up oh so agonizingly slow.

"Aventurine!" Your cry of his name as your orgasm hit you sounded even sweeter than he imagined. His tongue never stopped fucking into you through your orgasm.

"Let's up the ante," He purred, releasing your clit with a wet pop. You looked so defenselessly beautiful all fucked out above him. "How about we bet that I can make you squirt now?"

You pushed his mouth back down onto your pussy in response.

[hyewka]

alo! love ur sub beomgyu universe

could u write sub cat beomgyu being too clingy nd bratty that he gets punished by his owner or simply just being in unbearable heat nd begs for his owner to breed her??? hybrid fics r crazy mad nd im crazy

warnings; sub!gyu, hybrid au, not proofread

imagine kitty!beom who keeps looking over at you with a permanent pout on his face because you scolded him and told him to keep his distance for scratching you earlier. his bottom lip would wobble as he attempts to get you to make eye contact, kitty claws buried in the pillow hes holding tight against him but youre just not budging.

“i didnt mean it.” he finally breaks.

“you didnt mean what?” you dismissively mumble keeping your eyes on your laptop as you finish up your report.

he whines, throwing the pillow away to all of a sudden break your command and cling onto your arm. “you know i didnt mean to hurt you, i really didnt! please dont be mad”

“beomgyu you crossed the line, i told you to keep a distance.” you warn.

“who cares about the line! just tell me youre not mad!”

and ofc hes holding onto you and shaking you to try to get you to look at him like hes owed your forgiveness

kitty beomgyu who cant really sit through a punishment without purring and pressing his body flush to yours whining for you to forgive him that he’ll do better but that only has you snap and promptly put your hand down his pants to shut up his bratty adamant complaining. it does just that. having him bucking and panting already, its like he does this to get this exact reaction out of you, to have your hand wrapped around his dick. pumping it but not letting him cum. his loudness tonight has you getting a migraine so you end up shoving a finger in his watering mouth which he eagerly wraps his lips around sucking earnestly and moaning wantonly—slut.

when you can’t focus on doing two things at once you slip your fingers out of his mouth, a string of saliva breaking. the moment you do, he’s loud again, whining and mewling, you resort to slapping his thighs punishingly. “use your shirt kitty”

and as you pump his pretty cock, trying to focus on your computer, beomgyus biting the ends of his shirt so hard, he drenches it with his saliva he ends up tearing it which again serves to put you out of your productivity. you look over at him, a scowl thrown his way that he doesnt shy away from, this brat. “you cant even control yourself for more than two minutes?” you ask incredulously.

he doesnt even pretend, he immediately shakes his head. “i cant” he breathes out, “i need your pussy, feel like im gonna die”

“aww, kitten feels like he’s gonna die so i just have to give you my pussy don’t i?”

the audacity to nod has you scoff. “raise your arms.” despite how entitled hes been acting, he enthusiastically obliges. when you leave to get a scarf to makeshift a restraint he whines at the loss of your hands on his weeping cock. “what do you want your master to do beommie?” you implore, making sure to tie a tight knot.

he replies almost immediately, without skipping a beat. “wanna breed you.”

you laugh a scoff, straddling his lap, your clothed cunt grinding on his sensitive dick. you could tell it’s driving him to a brink already, he already attempts to break from the scarf. too bad you know how to tie your knots well. “breed me? beommie, let’s not get too absurd, it’s too much even for you.”

you dont expect for him to break so quickly but he does, starting to sniffle, his cute ears twitching uncontrollably, tears welling up in his round eyes. “sit on my cock….p-please.”

you slide the soft cotton of your panties up and down his wet dick, pouting mockingly at the way his face falls into a distraught show of his arousal. his mouth hangs open and hes drooling like a mutt you have to slap him to get him to behave. “don’t be dirty. look pretty with your lips shut.” you say, mouthing at his bare neck.

you can easily pick up on his close mouthed whimper, his pathetic attempt at fucking your heat doesn’t serve to do anything for him and it turns you on even more. “wanna cum on my panties? wanna soil it with your little seed?” you goad, getting breathy yourself as you increase your speed on his fat cock, letting your weight engulf it even more.

he shakes his head, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks. “baby please, i-im gonna die, i’m g-gonna—hic—im gonna burst, baby. it hurts. i don’ wanna cum, jus wanna be in your pretty cunt,”

he lets out another broken plead when you rub his earflaps in circles, making it extra soothing just like he loves, “let it all out kitty, its okay” you drawl

he almost does just that, letting out a deep purr, his tummy untensing. but then its like he snaps out of it, shaking his head in defiance. “dont want to. if im gonna cum its gonna be in your pussy, ill have you drip with my-”

you dig your fingers in his bare skin and he yelps, jolting, uncontrollably sobbing by this point. “jeez, so sensitive. what a baby. arent you, kitty? just a baby needing to be tamed.”

speeding up, having the head of cock brush against your clit every now, then he finally spills his load, warmth spreading on the bed, dirtying your sheets. his chest’s heaving, and you take some time to look over his tummy, his shirt completely ruined.

“you’re cute” you conclude getting off his softening dick. “but now im serious, dont misbehave. i really need to get my work done, ‘kay beommie?”

he huffs, pouting and turning his head, practically giving you the silent treatment as you shower him with praises, untying the scarf around his wrists and cleaning his thighs up, his stuck up nature shining through. you find it mildly annoying at worst but adorably very beomgyu. you hum in contentment, what a cute brat

[tired-biscuit]

Fwb with yuuji who has always been your pretty sunshine kind gentle best friend. You expect the same care and silliness as he fucks you into the mattress and boy do you get it. But you also get incredibly skillful hands, lithe rough fingers curving perfectly inside you, unexpected bites in the curve of your shoulder, some mumbling about how pretty you look with his marks all over. You've never seen him like this, so beautiful and wet and flushed and high on you

18+ MDNI, fem!reader

divider credits: @/benkeibear

i think he goes out for a couple of drinks with some of his mates and then shows up at your doorstep, visibly tipsy and with that insufferably pretty smile on his face that immediately persuades you to invite him in.

despite being under the influence of alcohol, he’s still respectful. he places his sneakers next to your own as neatly as he’s able after he kicks them off in the hallway and watches you with blurry eyes as you step in front of him to unzip his winter jacket.

he snickers — boyishly so — when your hands touch his shoulders so that you can undress him, and doesn’t really provide a reason as to why he’s wound up at your place in the middle of the night. always one to wear his heart on his sleeve, he just tells you that he’s missed his girl, that’s all.

his cheeks are flushed pink as he calls you his. if it’s from the booze or from the chill outside, you’re unsure. so when you reach out to touch his face, he perks up and leans into it instead; kind of like a little kitty cat would rub against the hand of its owner.

he kisses the inside of your palm. your wrist. he’s so touchy when he’s buzzed and your skin smells nice, he notes, kind of like you’ve just showered. is that the reason why your hair is damp and you’ve got nothing else on but one of his t-shirts that you stole from him years ago; back when things weren’t as complicated between you and you were just friends, minus the benefits? probably.

you lean into him when his cold lips touch your skin, on instinct or because your heart tells you to do so — maybe both. he’s cold because the winter outside is harsh at this time of year, and because he had to stand in line to get you the pastry you like from the 24/7 bakery across the street, but now he’s growing warm fast, all over actually.

oh shit, the pastry!

“i got you a lil’ something,” he mumbles, speech slurred and easy-going as he’s reaching for his jacket so that he can rummage for the paper bag he’s about 85% percent sure he’d stuffed in his pocket after leaving the bakery.

however before he can, you’re on him. you kiss him gently out of gratitude for coming over not just for sex and because of the plain affection you hold for him, but he doesn’t expect it, so his back ends up pressing against the door with a soft thud.

they’re slow, the kisses. every minute of it feels like a millennium and you wouldn’t have it any other way. your tongue glides across his front teeth in that laggard way that heats his blood to higher temperatures, urging him to open his mouth wider. so he does, letting you taste the liquor.

it’s bitter but also kind of sweet — he must have taken a bite out of that ‘little something’ that he’s bought for you, it seems. nevertheless, saliva gets exchanged, your hands start to roam over his chest. his heart beats so fast during the entirety of it that it makes him groan into your mouth in a way that tickles your lips with the vibration the sound provokes.

your breathing grows quicker, meanwhile he’s already panting. he’s clumsy, his back is slightly hunched as he reaches down to grab the hem of your shirt and tries to tug it up so that he can touch naked skin instead. the bulge in his pants has become so prominent by now — it keeps pressing against your thigh whenever he squeezes your hips and pulls you closer.

“sorry, you’re just so—” he trails off, biting back a rather pathetic whimper when your hand wraps around the ridge of his cock. it twitches instantly under your touch, though only he can tell because of the denim that’s in the way. “you make me feel so… hot.”

his forehead is covered with a thin film of sweat as he rests it against your own. poor guy, he gets worked up so fast.

it’s the reason why you can barely contain the smile that’s tugging the corners of your lips upwards as you murmur, “you make me feel really hot, too, yuuji.”

it’s the truth. you’re feeling the heat in your tummy, feeling your panties sticking to your pussy because of the warm wetness steadily gathering there. your pulse is pounding in your ears with thrill.

and how couldn’t it? you’re still fairly new to this entire friends with benefits thing; every time you get down to business, it’s like an entire new world has opened for the both of you. you’ve known him for years, sure, but when the clothes come off, you’ve still got so much to learn about each other.

and it shows. as you look up at him, you realise that there is an entirely new side of your best friend staring back at you through hooded eyes and too-big pupils.

yuuji is needy, open, vulnerable. horny enough to fuck you on the floor in the middle of your hallway if you as much as said the word, but so caring that he’ll wait until morning if you’d rather have him be sober for it.

though judging by the way how your fingers are unbuckling his belt now, he guesses it’ll be the former.

[baby-tini]

dabi x submissive catgirl reader :3

I'm not sure if you meant a cat-hybrid or a cat-girl (as in someone who just wears cat ears.) so i did both. Also, Dabi is such a fucking cat person. Dabi would love a cat-hybrid, he'll blow in your ears too watch them twitch or pull on your tail just to laugh when you hiss and attempt too claw at him. He'll let you lay on his chest as he scratches under your chin as he listens to you purr for him. He'll buy you the cutest collars with a loud bell. He even got you a custom collar with his name on the front as blue flames wrap the the collar. It even has a silver bell it, connected to a tag with the writing, "If Lost Return To Dabi." He spent a pretty penny on it too, so you better wear it, kitty. He likes to wrap your tail around his hand while fucking you in doggy, pulling your tail when you don't listen to him. PLEASE PLEASE, scratch up his back with your claws, he loves when you do. He'll cum immediately if you run your claws down his nape, with your legs wrapped his waist, begging and pleading for his cum. He'll have you lick the pad of his thumb, he loves the sand-paper like feel of it, but Dabi is an asshole.. so every so often he'll grab your tongue as you lick him. Also, when you suck his cock, giving it little kitty lick- literally- it never fails to have him shuddering as he cums.

But... Dabi would also adore a cat-girl. At first he thought it was some kind of pet play thing you wanted to try, which he was cool with, but it was just a little different for him, that's not a kink he's tried yet. But he just loved to see you prancing around with faux cat ears and a dainty little bell attached to the lace choker. You wanna be a pet so bad, don't you? yeah, you do, pretty kitty... so sweet for him, sitting at his feet as you suck on his fingers. Lapping at them, getting 'em all wet and sticky for him so that he can use those same fingers, drenched in your saliva to play with your pretty pussy. He'll make you crawl on your hand and knees, ass high in the air. You wanna dress and look like a cat? You better be prepared to act like one, babydoll. That means meowing at his feet, rubbing your face on his legs and hands. Don't think that, that gives you the "go ahead" to start knocking shit off the counter, cause he will punish you. Making you eat out of a cat bowl, having you sit next to him on the floor while he eats, you eat on the floor kitty. You wanna be a bratty pet? He has no problems treating you like one.He does however, give really good head scratches. "A pretty pussy for a pretty kitty, hm, how fitting." or "C'mon, purr for me kitty, your pussy has no problem listening, so why do you?" or "Knock that glass over and your sleeping at the bottom of the bed, brat." and, of course... "C'mere baby, I got you a pretty lil' collar, it's custom made. Got my name on it and all."

[vroombeams]

kinktober day 3 || gags/gagging || landoscar

(on ao3)

Where Lando got it, Oscar can’t be sure. Like so many things that Lando brings to the table, it simply arrives one day and is laid out, innocuous, on Lando’s bed when Oscar walks in. 

“Now—” Oscar starts.

“I thought it was cool,” Lando says, immediately on the defense. 

Oscar nods mildly. It is cool, if you’re into gags. Which—maybe he is. He’s never tried one. But he likes to consider himself pretty open-minded, and most things Lando brings to him like a cat dumping a dead, kinky bird on his porch turn out alright. 

So it’s fine, and Oscar’s seen gags before—never exactly like this one, with all the long pokey bits that spread out from the central ring—so he’s not all that overwhelmed or even particularly shocked that Lando wants to use one.

There’s not much preamble, no real negotiation; Lando just gets him on the bed and starts snogging him pretty much into oblivion. Clearly he’s been wanting this for a while. He’s hard and straining at the front of his joggers, rutting against Oscar’s belly, and Oscar’s not doing much better by the time Lando pulls away to slip to his knees on the floor. 

Oscar gets to his feet and stands there sort of uselessly as Lando starts fiddling with the gag. He adjusts his dick in his shorts. Even just looking at Lando with the straps against his cheeks, the shiny metal ring against his chin—it’s getting him going a bit more than he expected it to.

“I guess you can, like,” Lando says, gesturing clumsily with one hand and nearly jabbing himself in the eye with one of the prongs on the gag. “You know. In my mouth.”

God, he’s eloquent. 

Oscar chooses not to comment; it’s easier just to nod along and then step around Lando to help him fasten the straps. And something about it feels suddenly very serious, pulling leather through the buckle until it’s taut and flat against the back of Lando’s head.

Once Oscar comes back around and he’s looking down at Lando, it all clicks, all at once. He gets it. 

The ring stretches the heart-shape of Lando’s mouth into something wide and close-to-round—his lips contorted beyond the point of what should be comfortable, paler where the blood flow isn’t. His jaw works as he tries to get comfortable with it, teeth hooked around the ring. 

He makes a soft noise, gesturing Oscar in. All Oscar can really focus on is how his tongue squirms clumsily in his mouth. The shiny pink insides of him, wet and inadvisably inviting.

It feels sort of dangerous, getting his dick out and running it along Lando’s bottom lip with all that cold metal sticking out. But his mouth is as warm as it always is, and he sticks his tongue out so that Oscar can rub against that a bit too. 

He pulls back for a second, just to get his bearings, and Lando gives Oscar a look that’s a bit—pathetic, is maybe the word, wide-eyed and scrunched up where he’s able to scrunch at all. He makes a bit of a garbled noise and tips his head forward like he’s trying to adjust. 

A stream of spit drools down into his lap.

Oscar swears under his breath. It’s a bit rougher than he means to be, grabbing Lando’s hair and tugging him up so Oscar can stick his dick in him.

There’s no suction, since Lando can’t close his mouth, but there’s also no threat of teeth. It feels good to rock inside, pulling Lando’s head up and down on him, just rubbing against the roof of his mouth and his slobbering tongue. The noises are wild. He’s all full up with spit and it’s wet, squelching when Oscar pushes inside, pulling a stream of saliva with him on the outstroke. 

He pushes in too far, just once, hits the back of Lando’s throat and Lando’s whole body seizes up as he gags. 

“Sorry,” Oscar says, stroking a thumb absently along Lando’s hairline, dizzy with sensation. “Sorry, sorry.”

Lando makes a croaky sound and then he grips Oscar’s thigh. He holds eye contact with him, nodding his head, squeezing Oscar’s leg. Like, go ahead. Like, I’ll tell you when to stop.

Christ. Well. That’s fine then.

Oscar’s fucked Lando’s mouth before, but never quite like this. Never quite as rapidfire, never quite as deep, hitting the back of his throat on every thrust, with Lando making these obscenely fucked up noises about it. Gagging in a way that should be more gross than good. Choking when Oscar pushes too deep but keeping his hand steady and still against Oscar’s thigh. 

It’s probably not the best time to test out Lando’s deepthroating skills. He does consider it, though. Just for a second.

“Gonna come,” Oscar says breathlessly, belly tight.

Lando moans, long and warbling, choked and tripping over itself every time Oscar fucks inside.

He grips Lando’s hair tight when he comes. He has just enough self control not to slam inside like he might if he were fucking Lando’s arse. Just enough mental capacity to rut his dick over Lando’s tongue instead of shoving it down his throat. Still, Lando gags on it. Makes awful wet noises as Oscar spills over his tongue and then starts to drool it all out when his mouth overfills.

“Jesus fuck,” Oscar says.

He’s shaking as he forces himself back into his own body, clutching at Lando’s hair, hips twitching out an aftershock that makes him weak at the knees. 

Lando looks a fucking mess. In all of the best ways; Oscar’s dick softening and slipping free when Lando can’t suck to keep it in, drool and come in pearly streaks down his chin, eyes wild and wet and pink around the edges.

Oscar drops to his knees and cups Lando’s face in both hands. Lando makes a pained noise, pleading, but Oscar can’t bring himself to take the gag off yet. Can’t do it without leaning in first, kissing the corners of Lando’s overstretched lips. Kissing his slick chin and cheeks. Licking inside to taste himself on Lando’s tongue.

Lando makes a noise like a sob. Oscar fumbles around blindly until he gets Lando’s dick out of his shorts and jerks him off frantically. He’s so wet with precome that it’s easy but Lando still keens like he’s in pain, thighs tensing, breath coming in hot pants against Oscar’s face.

He comes with a wild jolt of his hips when Oscar sucks his tongue into his mouth. 

He tugs him through it; fast and then slow, working him until he’s trembling all over. His moaning is muffled and wordless and Oscar feels a bit fucking insane about it.

When he’s wrung dry Oscar reaches around with his clean hand, goes for the back of the gag. Lando makes a noise of protest. He grabs Oscar around the opposite wrist.

“Jesus Christ, Lando,” Oscar groans, but he tugs his head back anyway to feed Lando’s own come back into his gaping mouth.

[knavesflames]

part 2 of arlecchino tying us up and eating us out? :3

Hehe sorry it was so late! I’ve been trying to get through some asks!

Part one is here!

Contents: strap on, reader is still tied up with the lace, praise, reader has cat ears ���

Word count: 1369

Nsft utc:)

Panting as you stare at the ceiling, your body trembling and the pink lace digging into your skin, you listen as Arlecchino rises from her position, kissing back up your body. This time, the kisses are urgent, almost aggressive as they travel up your stomach, across your breasts and around the soft part of your neck where your shoulder and neck meet. She listens to your breathing, already ragged from your previous orgasm and the anticipation of the fact she isn’t finished with you. Her hand reaches underneath your chin, tilting your head to look into her dark, dark eyes. Her face is stoic, almost blank, but the arousal she’s so good at hiding is very clear, especially in addition to her slightly louder breathing. Her lips meet yours, tongue grazing your bottom lip, and then dancing with your own, fighting for dominance, though, it’s not really a fight. With you naked and your wrists tied, mind hazy from the orgasm you just had, it’s clear she’d win. Then again, she’d win anyday. Arlecchino’s lips part from yours, thumb wiping the saliva that gathers in the corner of your mouth before she moves from the bed. She rummages in that drawer, the one always kept locked, the bottom drawer of her dresser with a selection of her favourite objects and toys she can use to draw out noises and orgasms out of you every time.

You realise, despite her acting cruel, she’s giving you just a little bit of time to gather your breath, for your body to calm down. She could have been back over to you already, but she’s waiting, taking her time. Either that, or she’s just incredibly indecisive today. By the time your breath has finally regulated, the familiar footfalls are getting closer to you again. They stop right next to you, and your eyes open to her face, this time with a hint of a smirk on her face. Your eyes travel towards her hands and your eyes narrow in slight confusion. Her hands, with her pointed nails (filed down just for you, of course), held multiple items, all of which are about to be used without complaint (unless you want to be punished today). Her hands move above your head, placing the cutest little headband on your head. A white headband with the cutest little kitten ears placed on, originally a Halloween accessory from long ago, kept for times like these. It started when you dressed up as a kitten for Halloween one year, and the outfit you wore drove her insane, and the night ended up with you being fucked against the wall, the little bell on your collar jingling with every thrust and movement.

Since then, the bell has been engraved with a simple ‘M’, done by Arlecchino’s own nails. She says it stands for ‘mine’, and you can only trust her word for it. Obedient as you are, you lift your head for her, letting her put the pretty collar around your neck.

“Good.”

Arlecchino knows you relish in the praise you get from her, no matter if it’s her picking you up and spinning you around after a good exam result (which she’s done, though refuses to admit she has), or a simply “good” when you do something she tells you to do, so she’s sure to pepper lots of praise in just to see you melt every time. It’s a weakness of hers, your fucked out grin or the way your pussy flutters around her strap every single time. Said strap is quickly and expertly attached to her, her favourite one. Long and slightly angled to hit the spot you love so much, a light pink colour, picked by you, one of the things she allowed you to pick out when she bought it. You struggle to hide the way your eyes light up in delight at the sight of it, your wrists once again straining against the pink lace she tied around them at the beginning.

“Arlie, please.”

“Be quiet, kitty.”

The nickname alone shuts you up completely, stealing the breath from your throat, and she knows it too. The bed shifts under her weight as her hands pry your thighs open, though they don’t need much prying. She could look at you and you’d spread as far as you could get them. She gives a nod of approval, the slightest smile appearing on her face before it quickly disappears. Her hand moves to grip back of your head, bringing you closer to stare into your eyes, to watch your face as she slides into you. You can smell yourself on her breath, and it isnt like either of you care. You lock eyes, but yours flutter closed as you let out a sharp puff of air when you feel the silicone material against your entrance. She takes a fistful of you hair, tugging it to get your attention, and it does. You gasp, and your eyes fly open.

“Look at me, or I won’t do this at all.”

“Sorry.”

“Sorry, what?”

You gulp. She seems to be playing this game tonight. It’s your fault for teasing her all week anyway, and you should be glad you aren’t bent over her lap counting spanks, or on your sixth orgasm, which you very well could be by now.

“Sorry, mommy, I—“

Your voice is swept away by a push of her hips as the strap slides inside of you with ease, a lewd wet sound echoing in the room. One of Arlecchino’s favourite things is to slide into you while you’re speaking, to listen to the way your voice goes from speaking to quiet whines.

“Good girl.”

Your arms strain against the lace again as you try to clutch at her, the bell on your collar jingling with every movement the two of you make. The jingles are music to Arlecchino’s ears, and she whispers soft praises against the shell of your ear, her smooth velvety voice driving you insane.

“Stay still, kitty. You’re so desperate today.”

“I think—“

“Not yet.”

“Please.”

Her hand moves from your hair to slide a finger under the collar wrapped around your neck, creating a small bit of pressure around your neck before she speaks again, panting through each thrust.

“You have been bothering me all week, and now you get what you want and you want it to be over so quickly? My pretty slut.”

You whimper in response, but you stay quiet for the next five minutes, listening to her grunts, the bell jingling and your incessant breathy whines. The lace restraints around your wrists finally break (they are lace, after all, they were never very strong), and you waste no time in clawing and clutching at her to bring her closer, burying your head into the crook of her shoulder as your nails claw at her back. When your legs begin to tremble again, and tears beginning to gather in your eyes, a clear sign of another incoming climax, she takes pity on you, giving your cheek a stroke with her thumb.

“Cum for me, kitty.”

She gets only the first syllable out before your pussy is fluttering around her strap, your body arching and twitching as your eyes roll back and close. She keeps thrusting through the climax before coming to a stop when you tap her thrice, your silent signal that you’re done. Still stoic, yet softer, she gently rubs your wrist, soothing where the lace had rubbed against it.

“Are you fine?”

“Yes.”

You pull her down, trapping her in a cuddle that she’s more than happy to take part in, both of you breathing heavily. The hint of a loving smile ghosts her face as her fingers come up and adjust the cat ears, setting them properly back on your head before she whispers.

“Pretty.”

You’re too breathless to speak, so you only poke her in response before your body begins relaxing, and you feel your eyes drift closed, feeling a hand run through the ends of your hair as she whispers sweet nothings to help you along in your slumber. Though, as soon as you’re ready, you’ll be going again. You know that much.

[achromatophoric]

Wenclairtober 2024, Day 22 - Favorite Scene

Oh.

My.

Fucking.

Gosh.

Ohmygosh-ohmygosh-ohmyGOSH!

She’s wearing it. Wednesday Addams is actually fucking WEARING it! And it fits. It seriously fits.

…

Wow. That fit fits like a freaking glove and—oh my moon—why is she so FINE?!

Enid: OMG, you look purr-fect!

And she does. She really, really, REALLY does. Except for maybe…

Enid: Only thing, where are your whiskers?

Not that it’s important. It’s not like I have a kink for my roomie being a pretty pussy cat—oh gawd that sounds so—pretty kitty cat! Better! Totes. Yup. Meow.

She’s glaring. How dare she look so—what!? Did Wednesday Addams just make a cat joke? Awww—that was totes adorbs! She’s just so—oh crap!

LOOK AWAY!

That was too close. Can’t let her see my dumbass grin or else I might really end up with eight lives.

Focus. Canoe time. You got this, girl. Just hang back for a sec so you can make sure that you got all the adjustments juuuust right.

…

Don’t you dare fucking drool. Suck down that saliva, you dirty she-wolf! You are supposed to be a cat. A cool, calm, sexy black meow meow who will most def stop staring at her roommate’s ass like—RIGHT now.

…

Aaaany second now.

Any second meow! Hehehee.

Wait—I hope she doesn’t like—wonder why it fits so well. Prolly not? I hope not!

Ohgawd! She wasn’t awake when I was measuring her, was she? Noooo. No no no. No way. I’m not like dead right now. Unless this is the afterlife?

…

Does she know she’s walking like that?

…

Fffffu—this would be my afterlife. Stuck drooling after my snack-in-black of a roomie, who’d sooner kill me than kiss me.

SIGH.

Kay. Just like—sit in front of her on the canoe. No staring for me! Success! Eyes front, easy peasy. Now SHE can watch my back.

…

Is she watching my back? I mean—I do look like a total smoke show in this.

I wonder what she’s thinking right now? Back there, all intense and broody. Behind me.

…

Nope. Nope! Down, you horny bitch! Stop thinking of her reaching around to—I SAID DOWN! Meow, not woof! MEOW!

Ugh. Just. Stupid.

OH! AJAX!

Nice, handsome, derpy Ajax.

Hello, Ajax! Have my cute kitty smile! Aaand my cute finger wave. Waggle waggle.

Yup. Sweet Ajax.

Safe Ajax.

Boring Ajax.

Wednesday: Focus.

Fuck! I would, if your voice didn’t just shiver its stupid way down my spine and make a mess of—

STOP! Pump the brakes! Focus! Like she said.

Think Poe Cup. Think winning. We’re in canoe, so like—canoe thoughts.

Canoe. CA-noe. Ca-NOE. Canoe canoe canoe! Canoodle!

…

Oh who am I kidding. I’d canoodle the shit out of her. Rawr! Just like, pin her to the bottom of the canoe and—

Principal Weems: Let the Poe Cup begin!

OH THANK FUCK! LET’S GOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

[arronapologist]

How Pretty U Are

MDNI 18+

Sato x Reader

Warnings: (female anatomy) pt1??, kissing, fingering, light binding, oral (reader receiving), pnv sex, unprotected (don't play with fire), dirty talk

Your fixation on Sato's hands was already a problem, his nails always freshly manicured and the stacks of rings on each finger. It was mesmerizing. His hands just looked like they were teasing you. It was ridiculous. You became more aware of how he held things and how many things he had in a single hand. 

He didn’t notice your infatuation, but he did realize you wanted to hold his hand more and even fidget with the rings on his finger. He just thought it was a comfort thing; sometimes you’d get anxious and look to him for support, but there was nothing wrong with that. Once again, he thought nothing of it when you’d watch him cook; he genuinely assumed you didn’t know how to hold a knife. It wasn’t until he returned from a training session that he realized what it was. 

Sato walked through the door with his hair stuck to his forehead, it was a particularly hot day, so he wore a black tee and shorts. He was tantalizing. Walking through the door with a huff, he startled you up right from your horizontal position on the couch. “Oh, hi, y/n! I didn’t know you were coming over today.” He walked over to you, running his fingers through his sweaty hair before placing his hand on your foot that dangled over the arm of the couch. Your hand trailed up from his fingers to his hand and arms that were a little veinier than usual. It must’ve been arm day. 

“Uh, yeah,” you started to answer, trying to get your thoughts back on track, “Kala invited me over to hang out for a bit. But she ran to go pick up food first.” Your voice was a little shaky, but you don’t think he noticed. 

Sato walked over to the kitchen to prep his smoothie. After he let go and walked away, you threw yourself back onto the couch with a deep sigh. It felt like he was torturing you, the way he rubbed his hand up your foot onto your leg. You threw your arms over your eyes, letting your thoughts take over when Sato called out to you again, “Is anyone home then?”

 That you were unsure of after Kala left, you hung out on the couch watching TV and scrolling. “I actually, am not sure.” That was good enough for Sato; the house was quiet, so he had every reason to believe it was just the two of you.

The blender started, so you didn’t hear Sato leave the kitchen and approach you. It wasn’t until you were being dragged by your ankles to the arm of the couch that your feet once dangled off of. Your arms flew up, throwing your phone onto the floor behind you.

“AHH, Fuck Larso. Jesus Christ.” You huffed, genuinely startled. 

“You’ve been staring at my hands a lot. Then today, you couldn’t look me in my eyes.” He spoke softly, leaning over the arm of the couch between your legs. “What is it, baby? What about me has you so worked up?”

 You were so caught off guard that you didn’t know what to say; your mouth just fell open ready to speak, but nothing came out. Sato was expecting an answer; he took his middle and index fingers, and placed them on your tongue, sliding them around and coating them in your saliva before shoving them into the back of your throat leaving you shocked and speechless. He smiled down at you, “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” 

Sato slowly pulled his fingers out of your mouth while he looked you in your eyes. He placed both his hands on the sides of your face and leaned over the arm of the couch until he was parallel with you. This was very unfamiliar territory for you two; there was no doubt that there was sexual tension between the two of you, but neither of you acted on anything. 

After the shock factor leaves your body, you gain some confidence again. “It's like you’ve been teasing me all week, Lars.” You looked up at him with doe eyes blinking slowly with a slight pout. You didn’t know it yet, but that look went straight to his head. You were beginning to drive him crazy. 

You took hold of the thin chain he was wearing, slowly guiding him closer to you. At that moment, it was just the two of you. Your faces are inches away, inhaling each other's exhale. The tension was so thick as you stared at each other's lips, neither of you willing to make the first move. You were so entranced with each other that you barely heard the key jingling. But you did hear the handle turn and the sound of Arron and Kala laughing. 

Jumping apart both startled, your hand got caught in Satos’ chain, pulling it from his neck. Both of your hearts are racing, you quickly scramble to gather yourselves, sitting straight up. Sato walked back into the kitchen, where his smoothie waited for him.

Neither of you noticed that his chain wasn’t around his neck but lying on the floor next to your feet. Kala and Arron come into the house laughing when you go to pick up your phone, noticing 3 missed calls from Kala and a text asking if you wanted anything from the store they were at. 

“Y/n, I called and texted, but you didn’t answer, so I just got you some sour candy.” Kala smiled at you throwing them to you. “What’ve you been doing?” 

Unsure how to answer, you looked around “I just scrolled on my phone but then started watching TV.”

That's when Lars came out of the kitchen looking a bit flustered. It wasn’t obvious what you two had been doing, but his face was definitely giving something way. 

“Larso where’d your chain go?” Arron teased, walking toward where you sat. He played it off cool, rubbing his neck, genuinely unsure where it could have gone. 

Kala hopped over the couch to sit beside you, “Looks like the two couldn’t wait to get alone. ” Kala smirked while leaning over to grab Satos’ chain from the floor, looking between the two of you.

 “Uhh, I have to go. I love you; see you later!” The words basically fall out of your mouth as you hustle out of the house and into your car. You heard them all calling to you, but you simply threw a hand up and screamed, “BYE!” Shutting the door with a hard slam behind you. You were embarrassed. 

The drive back to your house was awkward, granted it was just you, but your embarrassment was eating you alive. When you finally got home, you couldn’t bear to look at your phone, so you showered and got into bed. 

It's been a few hours, and you still haven’t looked at your phone, just too embarrassed to face them. They wouldn’t make fun of you…too bad. You were on your way to sleep when you heard knocking at your door. “Who is it.” You yelled out, hoping it was a missionary so you could ignore them.

 “It's me; open up.” You knew it was Sato, but you didn’t think you could ever be alone with him again, so you decided to treat him as if he was a missionary. “I'M NOT INTERESTED THANK YOU, THOUGH!” You yelled out to him; now you hope he doesn’t try to open your doo-

“I should’ve known you didn’t lock your door. You know you shouldn’t be doing that, how many times do I have to tell you? A missionary could walk in.” Sato spoke to you, walked into your bedroom, and crawled into bed with you. 

“You okay after today, y/n? I could tell how embarrassed you got. Come here.” Sato pulled you into his arms. He got comfortable pulling you by the waist into him. He laid his head close to yours.

 “You remember what happened last time I asked you a question, and you didn’t answer.” You slowly turned around, placing your head into his chest. “Obviously, I was embarrassed. How could you not be.” 

Sato was, but not embarrassed to have been inches away from kissing you. He was ashamed he didn’t do it sooner. 

Back at their house, while you ran away, the two curious and confused nosey asses tried to interrogate information out of him. Of course, he didn’t give in, just leaving them where they sat to come to you. 

“I was,” Sato placed his hand into your hair, slowly rubbing your scalp. “Embarrassed that this whole time you wanted me, and I was too stupid to notice. Embarrassed that I didn’t kiss you sooner.” The words left his mouth so smoothly, almost like they were rehearsed. 

Sato gripped the back of your head, pulling your head up to look him in the eyes. “Wha-” Before you could even get any more words out, Sato had his lips on yours.

 The kiss felt like it was a lifetime overdue. Both eager, it started a bit awkward, but in no time, you found your rhythm. The kiss made your heart race. You’ve never been kissed like this; Sato kisses you like he has something to prove, and you hope he’s never stopped kissing you like this. But he pulls away shortly after needing to catch his breath. Now breathing heavily, you were no longer embarrassed by the situation but now wishing it would have happened earlier. 

You took your hands off of his chest, grabbing his face to kiss him again. He giggles into your kiss before taking your bottom lip in between his teeth, causing you to let out a low, breathy moan. It felt like he was teasing you again. His hand around your waist lowered from the small of your back to the curve of your ass, pulling your leg up and over his.

 He ran his hand up your bare thigh over your ass that was covered with shorts. He felt over the shorts; he stopped making out with you and laughed to himself, “Are these the shorts that say Larso on the ass?” Your cheeks started to heat up; it was embarrassing but quite hilarious. 

A few weeks earlier, you had been playing some games with the group, and there were a bunch of mystery prizes; you just so happened to win the booty shorts that said Larso on the ass in purple glitter. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s cute.” Followed by a smack on the ass. 

He started to kiss you again, this time a little more playful. He flipped you onto your back and began to kiss your neck. This new intimacy was heightening your emotions; his touch made you sensitive and needy. The neck kiss turned you on, and you were silently begging to be touched. 

“Lars, please. I want you to touch me.” In response, he kissed your neck up to your ear. 

“Baby be patient with me, okay? I want to take my time with you. I want to cherish this moment before I wreck you.” 

Things were getting hot with him. If there is anything he is good at, it would be teasing and foreplay. He has barely touched you, and you're already wet for him. Sato lifts himself from your neck, hovering over you; he raises a hand and rests it on your cheek, fingers behind your head, and thumb rubbing over your cheek. He was admiring you. 

You lift your legs to rest them around his waist. You wanted more. You needed more, and it was like he was torturing you. You reach out to him, fiddling with his shirt. You wanted it off, and he took the hint. Pulling his shirt over his head with one hand from the back of his collar, you watched as he slowly pulled his shirt off.

He discarded it onto the floor next to your bed while you laid back and admired him. You knew he worked hard in the gym, he was a sight for sore eyes. The silence you two shared while admiring each other was comfortable and familiar; it almost felt innocent. 

Your eyes glossed over as you looked at Sato, “do you know how pretty you are?” You whispered to him, rubbing his torso. “Like seriously.” He doesn’t know how to take compliments, so he smiles down at you blushing.

 “All right, baby, I'm not going to be the only one getting topless.” You giggle before lifting yourself to allow him to remove your shirt. He pulled the shirt over your head, throwing it on the floor. Almost immediately, a switch in him flipped. He seemed darker and more driven by lust.  You didn’t have a bra on, and it kind of took him by surprise. 

“Can I touch you?” He asked you for consent, but it was sultry. He sounded needier than you had been before. 

“Please.” You sounded just as needy, but he didn’t make you wait any longer. He began to kiss down your sternum slowly while playing with your nipples. The stimulation was light, but his touch was what you wanted most. When he reached your belly button, his hands made their way down your torso to the tops of your thighs. 

Sitting up on his knees, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts, “are you ready?” The way he asked for your consent was so sweet, but you were tired of playing around. 

“Larso, please. Just take them off. No more playing around, please.” He loved hearing you whine and beg for him. Call it sadistic, but he loved it. Lifting your legs straight up, he removed your shorts and underwear in one go. Placing his hands in the crevice of your knees, he slowly opens your legs to him. 

He looked at you with hunger in his eyes, and it made you shy. With a devilish smile, he hit you with your own line, “Do you know how pretty you are?” He said that while getting up, kneeling at the foot of your bed. 

Before you could say anything witty back, he reached up, grabbing the tops of your thigh and dragging you down to meet his mouth. His warm breath flowed over your clit, and it drove you up the wall.

  “LARS, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.” He looked up at you through his eyelashes. 

“Didn’t I tell you to be patient with me?” It came out mean as he rubbed your clit. “Yes or no?” He lifted his hand again, threatening to stop. 

“Yes, I'm sorry, yes.” You whined again, hips begging to rock back and forth. He leans down, taking your clit into his mouth. He threw your legs over his shoulders as he began to sloppily suck at your clit. 

With his head between your legs, he wasn’t letting up. Your moans grew heavier and louder. He was making you feel phenomenal. Dropping one of your legs, he runs his middle and index fingers between your lips, covering them in your wetness before siding them into you. You let out a small gasp as he begins to finger fuck you. 

He starts slowly, exploring the sounds you make for him when he touches certain spots. When he finally finds that spot that takes your breath away and curls your toes, he’s dead set on it. He takes his mouth off of your clit and leans forward to hover over you. He wanted a better view of how you reacted to his fingers. 

He watched as your mouth dropped open and your eyebrows furrowed. You were silent as you tried to process all the pleasure. Sato, however, loved it when you moaned for him. 

He placed a foot on the ground next to the bed to stabilize himself before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling your head to meet his. Gently touching foreheads, you looked up at him, causing your eyes to cross. 

“Come on, pretty girl. I know. But you have to breathe for me, okay? I know it feels good. Let me hear you.” Sato’s dirty talk sent you so far up into the clouds that you would do anything he asked. 

“FUCK! OH MY GOD.” You threw your head back as he continually abused that spot faster and harder. The knot in your stomach begins to build up, but he doesn’t bring you to finish. He brings you right up to the edge before pulling his fingers out and sucking on them. 

He lets your neck go, and you fall back onto the bed, whining out, disagreeing with his actions. 

“Behave.” It was short and stern as he stood up slowly, taking his belt off. You sat up on your elbows, watching him strip. 

“Pretty. Do you think you’re ready for me?” By the end of his sentence, he has his belt off and in his hands. 

“Yes.” You shook his head at you. “And do you trust me?” He asks, getting back onto the bed and crawling between your legs. You answered yes again, 

“Enough to give me complete control?” It was a big ask from him, but you did. You’d trust him with life. “Don’t give me that fucked out look, baby. I need an answer.”  

You hadn’t realized you had just been staring at him with pleading eyes. “Yes.”

 He smiled down at you before leaning, taking your hands, binding them together with his belt, and strapping you to your headboard. Sato immediately went back to eating you out and fingering you viciously.  You became a moaning mess underneath him again. Feeling your orgasm creep back up on you.  Your breath begins to pick up, and he pulls you to the edge again. But much like the last time, before you could reach your orgasm, he pulled away from you again. 

Crying out from the edging, Sato stood over you with this sadistic smile on his face as he slowly undid and took his pants off. 

“Lars, please let me cum. I can’t take it anymore.” You sounded so weak, and he loved that you needed him to be able to cum. But he was done making you wait. He needed to be in you.

Sato stood at the end of the bed admiring you as he slowly stroked himself. He thought you looked like an angel laid out for him. Your eyes slowly scan down his body. You take note of how his muscles flexed with every movement. Caught in the daze of emotions Sato's mind was finally clear. No other thoughts except the anticipation of feeling the way you’ll stretch around him. 

“You going to be good and take it all?” Sato climbed onto you caressing your legs before lifting them onto his shoulders. “You asked for me, so you’re going to take all of me.” He commands as he slides into you. 

The stretch was everything he’d imagined it to be. You were so warm, wet, and tight that he didn’t think he could control himself. He set the pace slow at first allowing you to adjust. When your face relaxes, he presses your knees to your chest giving him a view of the bulge he creates when he bottoms out in you.

Before picking up the pace he frees you from the makeshift bindings. Sato wants to feel your hands on him while he tears you apart. Picking up his pace he gets lost in the pretty little sounds you make when he hits that spot. “Let me hear you angel, it's right there right?” 

Sato was laying it on you long and thick, he wasn’t letting up. Sato's heavy thrusts mixed with praise were addicting. You clawed down his back and moaned sweet gibberish in his ear while you held on to him for dear life. He used the mattress to set a tantalizing pace. Letting a leg go he reaches down and begins to play with your clit. You began to squeeze around him, making it hard for him to keep the pace. Pulling him in and closer his thrust grew deeper and harder. “Fuck angel, you trying to make me fall in love with you?” 

A/N

Hello unique here! requests are open! I'll be writing for Doro for now being it's the only series I've seen recently. As I finish others then I can add to the list.

[scary-event2369]

Yandere! Alien (ONE-SHOT)

I’m sick as hell rn and I just want to write. Sorry it’s been awhile TT

Never wrote something like this before so be nice but criticism is always welcome!!

Also been awhile since I wrote smut, so i apologize if it’s not good either

Content: AFAB Reader (no gendered terms used), aphrodisiac effect (alien’s saliva), sexual themes, alien dick (ikyk) oviposition (egg-laying/having eggs inside you), breeding, brief mention of blood.  P -> V. Cunnilingus.  This is a lighter yandere.  —

You headed up to your grandparents' mountain cabin, craving some alone time to clear your head and unplug. It was meant to be a chill getaway, a routine check. The cozy rustic vibes inside welcomed you, but what caught you off guard was the sight of an alien, looking totally puzzled by a simple piece of fruit. It was almost cute, but definitely not part of the plan.

It was not even a full 24-hours before you heard a loud crash outside. Your first thought was a tree possibly falling. To your surprise, there was this odd pod thing sitting there. 

You immediately wanted to call someone, but then you remembered. No service, no humans around for miles – classic mountain problems. However, your curiosity got the best of you, so you grabbed a stick and poked the mysterious pod. It hissed open, releasing a fog that revealed a towering alien.

This dude was something else. Humanoid, but not quite right. Terrifying yet strangely captivating. Pale, almost ghostly skin, cat-like features with pointy ears and weird dark marks all over. Antennas sticking out of his head and long silky smooth white hair flowing down. 

Now, a few days later, he couldn't take his eyes off an apple, completely captivated like a kid in a candy store. His long finger reached out, gently tapping it.

"Want a bite?" I interrupted his apple stare-down. He turned to me, his language sounding weird, definitely not from around here, but the guy picked up English crazy fast.

"Can eat this?" he questioned, his voice all deep and otherworldly, like trying to put words to an alien sound. I nod, “Yeah go ahead. It’s pretty tasty.”

He snatched the apple, giving it a good sniff and admiring its vibrant red hue. Hesitating for a moment, he finally decided to take a cautious bite. His eyes widened, almost sparkling with surprise. Without wasting any time, he went for another bite, a grin spreading across his face.

A little chuckle escaped me."So, what do you think? Is the apple a hit?” I asked him between giggles. His mouth was full of the apple, the juice pouring down her cheek. “Apple... good," he responded with a few mysterious words, likely compliments, before switching back to English. "Tastes like Earth. Want more."

"More apples?" I questioned, making sure. His face lit up with happiness as he nodded. I got up from the couch and headed towards the kitchen. I grabbed more apples, including some oranges and pears for good measure. Dumping the fruity treasure on the end table, I declared, "Voila!"

He gobbled up the whole apple, even the core, and then flopped into a chair by the table. Snatching an orange, he sniffed it just like he did with the apple. A big bite, some chewing, and he declared, "Different, but good,” he mumbled with a nod. "Earth food, good." I shook my head, chuckling. "No, you can't eat the skin like that. Let me peel it for you," I said, quickly peeling it for him. "Here, give it another shot. It'll be way tastier this way." I held out the peeled orange, urging him to try it again.

He narrowed his eyes at it, unsure, then decided to take another bite. The look on his face mirrored the one he had when munching on the apple. "This is real good," he exclaimed, before launching into a stream of excited chatter in his own language. "You," he stopped to find the right word. "Smart! Lots of cool things. I wanna know more."

I flashed him a smile, saying, "Awh, thanks! I'm curious to know more about you too." We took a little pause, just locking eyes. His big, dark, almost black orbs were fixed right on me, kind of hypnotic. I turned my head and blurted out, "So, um, what else do you wanna find out?" His intense look left me a bit flustered.

I still felt his intense gaze burning into the side of my head. Suddenly, he grabbed my hand and yanked me back onto the couch, plopping down beside me. I was a bit confused, but I took this as him wanting to know what this was. “Oh, this thing? It's a couch. Like a big chair, so more people fit on it," I explained.

He gave a little nod, inching closer. Those eyes were still locked onto mine, like he had something important to say but was stuck on the words. Next thing I knew, his hands were on my cheeks, squishing them, and his forehead rested against mine. Our noses touched. If you told me a few days ago that a massive alien would nuzzle noses with me and I'd just roll with it, I'd have called you nuts. However I just let it happen. Despite us knowing each other only a few days I felt a strange trust and connection to him. 

I raised an eyebrow, still kinda confused but not backing off. His fingers, long and gentle, traced my cheek, giving me a ticklish feeling. His breath brushed against my face, and he stayed quiet. “So… is this some alien custom or what?" I questioned, getting even more confused by all the physical contact. He nodded, making a small clicking noise. Then he began to say a bunch of words in his native language. I think he could notice I wasn't understanding in the slightest because he let out a huff before he kissed me quickly.

I gasped at the sudden feeling. It wasn't like any regular kiss; it was way more enjoyable, sending a tingling and numbing feeling through me. His lips still held the sweetness from the fruit we had earlier.

His hand moved to the back of my head, pulling me in closer, while the other one continued to gently stroke my cheek. A warmth began to wrap around me, it was a strange feeling, but one I wasn’t pulling away from. 

I shut my eyes and leaned in, returning his kiss. A surge of warmth enveloped us, almost like a sweet paralysis. It was too irresistible to pull away.

The hold he had on the back of my neck got a bit tighter. It didn’t hurt but it was obvious he didn’t want me to pull away, I couldn’t even if I wanted to. His soft lips were intoxicating, both of our lips moving in rhythm. 

His tongue teased my bottom lip, coaxing them to open. It felt like an aphrodisiac, a warm and comforting sensation. Slowly, I surrendered as he pressed me down onto the couch, rendering me completely immobile.

Breaking away, he panted slightly, and we gazed at each other breathlessly. It felt like we were just staring at each other for hours, even though it was only a couple seconds. The warm feeling growing in my chest and stomach was growing, it was pure need.

Gasping for breath, he uttered "Xylorvex," a word in his native tongue. Pausing for a moment, thinking, he repeated, "Mate. You're mine, all mine." With that, he pressed his head against my neck, as he began to kiss and suck the skin.

The words hit me, making my face burn as he nibbled and kissed my neck. His teeth were sharp, but he tried to be gentle, though sometimes he bit too hard, making me bleed.

Yet, he was quick to lick and clean the wounds, sending a rush of arousal through me. My body went numb, and all I could feel was the strange alien's touch. His kisses left me craving more. "P-please," I stammered, desperate.

The strange creature stared at me, clearly confused. I let out a groan and pleaded, "I need more," hoping it would catch my drift. It took a while but then he nodded, finally understanding as his long fingers slowly pulled down my pants and now slicked covered underwear.

The cold air on my bare pussy made me flitch and shiver slightly. He brought one his face down and looked at it which only made me more embarrassed but aroused. After a while he brought his hand towards it, going up and down the folds, gathering more of the wetness. I let out a shaky moan and quivered slightly. I was so turned on it was almost painful. The creature watched as my pussy convulse around nothing. He slowly brought his face towards it as he began to carefully lap the folds. I cover my mouth as I let out a loud mouth. My breathing has gone heavy yet shallow as he continued licking and sucking. It was tingling in a way that caused more sensations than ever. I grabbed a handful of his hair, not knowing whether I was pulling him closer or pushing him away.

“Sweet. Like fruit,” he said softly, his eyes never leaving my cut as it dripped leaving a small pool onto the couch. He quickly went back towards it, slurping up all the arousal that poured out of me. He was mostly silent throughout this, a few clicks that I took as happiness as his half-lidded eyes switched from my pussy to my face. Luckily enough I was making enough noises for the both. It was only a matter of minutes before I felt my orgasm building full force. He began to swirl his long tongue around my clit sucking on it before going back towards my hole pushing his tongue in. “Nghh~ ah fuck~” I moaned out loudly as I came all over his face. The slick trailing down his chin as he made sure to give my pussy a few more kisses before sitting back up and looking at me. “Good?” I nodded as my chest went up and down heavily. I have never experienced anything like that before and it took a lot of the energy out of me. He smiled slightly as he then took off his pants showing his now fully erect dick, it was nothing like you have ever seen before. It was long and girthy, with the same black markings that were across his skin. It was veiny, and twitching. Despite being quiet it was obvious he was just as excited as you were. 

He slowly rubbed the entrance, gathering my slick onto his dick. I rarely had time to think before he pushed it in slowly, filling me up instantly. We both let out a moan as he bottomed out. The clicking noise became louder as he began to mumble something. He kissed my lips before he started to thrust his and wiggle inside me.

It was otherworldly, it was like his cock was perfectly morphing itself to my folds causing a sensation I couldn’t explain. The moans I let out came off as more of screams as I gripped the couch. However they were not as loud as they could be because of his sweet kisses, almost praising and encouraging me to take it.

You quickly learned that his species had a strong stamina. He was doing all sorts of positions with you, forcing orgasm after orgasm before all you could do was cry and take the pleasure. Hours later and after your nth orgasm did he finally cum. He gave his final thrusts as he shot his load inside you. The warmth filling you as you whined. You could  feel him depositing large eggs within you. Causing your belly to bulge as he cooed and petted your head.

After he laid all his eggs within you he finally put out, a clear sticky substance pooled out of your entrance as you trembled. The alien held you close as he brought you to the bed, grabbing something he thought was a towel and wiped you up.

You quickly fell passed out as he cuddled up next to you, spooning you and continuing his pats to your head. He just knew that you’ll be such a kind and loving mate for the children slowly growing inside you.

[dreamofjoys]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒

— summary: malleus has some things that he wants to do with you, but he's afraid that he would hurt you. how can you persuade this big, stubborn and clingy dragon to let go of his fears and do what he wants?

in which malleus is afraid to initiate sex with you, and you had to do it first.

— cw: established relationship, female reader, you kinda initiates the sex, malleus overthinking, malleus having dirty thoughts about you, unprotected sex, fingering, nipples sucking, mentions of breeding, pregnancy and marriage, he calls you his beloved and queen, virginity loss (you and malleus)

— a/n: it's suppose to be longer but i want to get it done today. happy new year's eve and thank you for 2K followers! <3

"malleus?" you gaze down at your boyfriend, who had his arms wrap around your waist while he buries his face on your stomach. the both of you were spending your weekends in ramschackle dorm cuddling and catching up on each other's situation. normally, malleus would be going on and on about what he is doing in gargoyle studies club while you talk about the adventures you had with ace and deuce, which quite unfortunately, includes lots of troubles.

a gentle smile would always adorn on malleus's face whenever you go on and on about your days. he finds your stories amusing, always looking at you with eager eyes, ready to listen and take in all of it. malleus adores the cute expression that you make whenever you rant about the things you don't like. your furrowed brows and scrunched up nose makes him think that you look like a grumpy cat, his grumpy cat.

sometimes, he find his eyes wandering, paying more detailing attention to your body that he finds it a little too embarrassing to admit. first, it was your lips. malleus loves the way your lips would curl up into a smile, or when you deliberately push your lower lips out, pouting when things don't go your way. malleus thought you looked cute, he still think you are, but he has been thinking about kissing your lips, devouring them with his lips, pushing his tongue inside your mouth just to explore your inside. he wonders what it would be like for you to plant your lips on him body, to decorate him with your saliva.

next was your chest area. malleus finds himself in one occasion staring at your chest, imaging how it would look like without any clothes. would your nipples harden under his touch? what would it be like if he latches his mouth on it?

last but not least, he let his eyes roam down to your thigh area. whenever you sit down, your skirt rides up a little, allowing malleus to feast on the sight of your plush thighs. what would it be like for him to squeeze on your thighs? he's pretty sure that his hands are big enough to give it a good squeeze. if so, what kind of noise would you make? will you make one of those high pitch squeals that sends his cock hardening, or does he have to stuff his face in between your thighs in order for you to do so-

unfortunately, malleus spends a good whole week beating himself up in his room, scolding himself for having such dirty thoughts. he is your boyfriend, how could he have such undignified thoughts about your body? however, he could not suppress the draconic urge inside of him that wants to mate with his lover. malleus wants to touch you intimately, but at the same time, he is painfully aware of how strong his strength. what if he accidentally breaks you? malleus would never forgive himself for hurting you.

a certain bat fae could only look at the prince at a distance and laugh at his antics.

"oh malleus, you would never hurt her. besides, if you want it so badly, why not ask for her consent? im sure she wouldn't mind."

and now, the both of you were cuddling on your bed. malleus buries himself into your stomach while hugging your waist tightly. you crossed your legs to the side, allowing malleus to hug you better. he wants to tell you how he feels so badly, but would you still look at him like your tsunotarou, or will you call him a pervert? even if you did agree to his request of touching you, what if he accidentally applied too much force and hurt you? what if-

"malleus." your soft voice broke malleus's train of thoughts, and he only hugs you tighter in response. your boyfriend has been awfully quiet today, which was unusual. you know that there's something on malleus's mind, but you don't know how to get him to open up to you. despite being together for a few months now, you know that malleus likes to bottle up his own thoughts and feelings - that was something that you didn't like as you fear that he would go on a rampage from overthinking.

instead of asking him what's going on, you let your hand run through malleus's soft ebony locks. your other hand travels to malleus's back and gave soft, steady pats. "you can always tell me what's on your mind. i will never judge you for who you are."

malleus's breath hitches at your words. he lifts his head up, meeting your warm gaze. you had a soft smile on your face as you continue to pat his back in a slow steady rhythm, the hand that was combing his hair reaches up to his face to cup on his cheeks.

"i want to touch you intimately, but im scared of hurting you." malleus blurts out, watching your eyes slightly widening as your cheeks burns a bright red. of course, you weren't expecting him to be so direct. but touching you intimately, as in sex? you didn't mind having sex with malleus, in fact, you secretly wanted it too. you just didn't know if malleus would be comfortable with that idea.

"i dont mind. besides, you would never hurt me."

"my beloved, how do you know? what if-'

"shhhhhh!"

you place a finger on malleus's lips, shushing the dragon fae up. his eyes widen at the sudden contact. slitted green eyes staring at you with surprise, but he stopped talking, just as you wish. if it's something that his beloved wants, then it is his duty to fulfill it.

"malleus," you spoke his name again, tilting your head down to lean you forehead against his. "may i touch you intimately, please?" you whispered softly, and now, it was malleus's turn to blush.

"sure, anything for my beloved." he whispers back, heart racing at the thought of what you were going to do to him. you pushed him to the side, instructing him to lie on his back. "can i take these off?" you point at his dorm uniform as he nodded in response, gesturing you to go on. you unbuckled his belt first, sliding it off his waist at ease and placing it beside you. you unbuttoned his shirt next, opening it wide to expose his toned chest and six pack. "can i kiss you here?" the cold tips of your finger touches on his nipples, and malleus had to bite back a growl. "yes."

with malleus's given consent now, you latch your lips onto one of his nipples, licking and sucking on it like a baby. malleus growls, both hands shooting out to hold onto your waist as you work your magic on his body. when you were done giving both of his nipples attention, you started peppering kisses on his upper body, purposefully making the kissing sound audible to him.

you know that malleus has this primal desire to mate with you but is too scared to initiate first as he is scared of hurting you. you want malleus to let go of this fear inside him. you want to show malleus that it's okay for him to be selfish and to do what he wants. he has always been the one pampering you with gifts and granting all of your request. having sex with him is not something that you mind, besides, you desire this as much as him. isn't this a win win situation for the both of you?

when you finally make your way up to his face and kiss him on the lips, your clothed cunt brushed onto his hardened cock, eliciting a louder growl from the man as he stares at you with an intensed gaze. he pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting both of your mouths as you stare at each other. "beloved, do you truly desire to do this with me?" you laughed out loud at malleus's questions, leaning forward again to kiss his lips.

"i want this as much as you do." you press your hips down onto his pelvic, allowing your cherry to rest on top of his hard member - something which malleus has to suppress to urge to just buck his hips up to push himself further inside you - "it's okay to be selfish, mal. just like how you would do anything for me, i too, would do anything for you."

"really?" malleus's hands travel down from your waist to your ass cheeks, pushing your cloth cunt further down onto his member. "can i put my cock inside your pussy? can i thrust myself inside you? can i cum inside you? can i make love to you? can i take your first?"

you laughed again, kissing on his nose this time. "yes, you may."

your given consent and reassurance was all malleus needed as he started peeling off your clothes, mouth watering at the sight in front of him. "my queen, you are beautiful." malleus was in awe at your body, the way your nipples are begging to be sucked, and your pretty little hole that was ready to be used by him.

he flips you over, finally dominating you as he takes off the rest of his clothings and spread your legs open, ready to the things that he had always wanted to do. he rubs his cock on your folds, hearing your breath quicken at the sudden stimulation as your wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

malleus inserts a finger in, eliciting a moan from you as your arched your back and gripped on the bed sheets. he used his cock to rub circles on your clit while his middle finger explore your insides. he groans at the way your soft wall pulse on his finger alone. you were already soaking on his hand alone when he adds another finger in, pace fastening as he watches you squirm and moan in delight.

"mal, i think im gonna-" the warning came by too late. you squirted on his fingers alone, and malleus blushes at how your hole is still opening up more to and clamming down on his fingers hard, as if you don't want him to pull out at all. he does it anyway, causing you whine to at the sudden loss.

you felt something hard prodding at your entrance, and you looked up to see your boyfriend staring at you with lust. "s/o, are you really sure? there's no going back if we do this." you rolled your eyes at your worrisome boyfriend. you already told him that it's fine, why is he still overthinking? you lift your legs up to fold yourself into half for him - you figured out that he is probably too scared to do so. you grab onto his cock and pushed the tip inside you, causing the both of you to moan together.

"malleus draconia, if you don't fuck me, i will be lonely forever." your words sent malleus's hip bucking in as he thrust the rest of his cock in, finally being inside of you fully. malleus could almost feel his head spinning at the way your walls are hugging his cock so tightly, as if the both of you are meant to be together, physically and mentally. without any word, he starts to move. pulling his cock out and going back in again. malleus moves at a brutally slow pace, dragging his cock along your walls, allowing the thick veins on his cock to touch your bundles of nerves inside.

"hnng malleus, faster please?"

"anything for you." malleus speeds up, allowing the tip of his cock to kiss onto your cervix in each thrust before pulling back again. he bites onto his lips, brows furrowed as he stares at his cock leaving your pussy before entering it again.

how is he entering back into you at such ease? are you not feeling any pain? he doubts you are, seeing as to how you are making erotic noises, your eyes rolling back as a little drool leaks on the side of your mouth. are you enjoying this as much as him? is he not hurting you? is this making you feel good? it got to be, right? because when he uses his free hand to rub your clit, you beg him to do more and more.

he relinquishes the sound of you wet pussy filling up the four walls of the room as he slams himself back in harder and faster. it ignites the primal urge inside of him to breed you good with his seeds, watch your belly swell up with his child as he brings you back to briar valley and announce to the world that you are his.

"s/o," malleus groans, feeling something coming up as he does it harder, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. "ma- mal? hnng th-this feels go-good , ah!" you yelped at his increased strength, vision turning white for a moment before returning back to normal.

"i love you, s/o." malleus whispers as his cock twitches in anticipation before shooting out warm ropes of cum inside you. the tight knot that you were experiencing - to which you had nearly forgotten as your head was too cloudy on the thought of malleus and his dick - was released as the both of you came together.

"i love you too, malleus." you wrap your arms around malleus's neck, pulling him down for a kiss. the both of you stayed in this position for awhile, milking on each other while kissing passionately. malleus closes his eyes, his index finger and thumb holds onto your chin as he tilt your face to the side, deepening the kiss.

he let his cock go soft inside you, still refusing to pull out as the warmth of your walls envelope it whole.

"mal, how was your first?" you break the kiss, staring at your boyfriend who was already looking at you with heart eyes.

"it was good, i believe this is also your first time, yes?"

"it is. i enjoyed it a lot. we should do this more often."

"i agree, we should do that." you raised your brow, eyeing at malleus who only smiles at like a love fool, a fool he is for you. just, what made him change his mind 180 degrees after a session of sex? you thought he would still be afraid to do so.

"what made you change your mind so fast?"

"today's session made me realised how lucky i am to have a lover as beautiful and kind hearted as you." malleus snaps his finger, a silk green coloured immediately appeared as he lays beside you, hugging you close to his chest while his soften cock is nestled deep inside you. the blanket envelopes both of your body, shielding the both of you from the cold outside.

"i am thankful for being your first. so please, can we stay like this for the rest of the day? i want to tell you how much you mean to me, and show you how much i love you."

malleus kisses on your neck as you let out a hearty laugh - one that he loves so much - beckoning him to go on. the rest of the day was spend with him whispering how he would make you the happiest and most respected women in twisted wonderland, how he would pluck the sun and moon for you and how he much he wants to marry you. all while the heat of your nude bodies are pressed together as the both of you exchange whispers of promises, love and happiness.

[beastofburdenxo]

Kitten Licks

For the sake of this story, Cooper's saliva acts as a coagulant. I'm not sure if ghoul spit is actually blood stopping, but anyways on with the show.

Cooper finds you in the wasteland, bleeding out and close to death. He has a decision to make. Put you out of your misery or give you a spit bath. No smut, mention of blood and cannibalism. Mention of assault and SA (not by coop. He's a gentleman, after all)

Cooper sees a mass, huddled over in the sand. In closer inspection he sees a woman, bleeding out and close to death. Someone worked her over good, multiple gashes, mostly deep. Bruised and battered and left to die in the wasteland. Cooper grabs his gun, ready to do what needs to be done. Poor thing doesn't need anymore misery. Like a gut shot dog or a horse with a hurt leg, sometimes death is a kindness.

Just as he cocks the lever, your eyes open to the figure blocking the harsh sun. "Please, help me." You rasp to the stranger, and once again, the lights go out as the pain is overwhelming. "Dammit." Cooper thinks to himself as his arms move on their own and scoops you up in his arms. He sees a dilapidated shack in the distance and decides to take you there.

"Dammit, coop, what are you doing?" Cooper thinks to himself. "She's not some stray dog to take in. Saving some poor damsel in distress." But he looks down at your poor battered face, and his feet continue to move. At the shack, he gently sets you down on the dirty floor and gets on his knees to get a better look at you.

The smell of blood is overpowering his senses. It's everywhere. Without a second thought, he gently grabs your arm. "Let's see if I still got it." Cooper's tongue darts out and laps up the blood oozing from a gash on your forearm. Sparks fly behind his eyes. You are delicious. "I could just take a bite out of your jugular, and it'll be all over. I'll have a good meal for days on end." Cooper savors you on his tongue. You are perfect. Part of him doesn't want you to stop bleeding.

He gently runs his tongue up your arm, cleaning you like a mama cat. His eyes close in ecstasy. By the time your arm is clean, he notices the deep gash has quit bleeding. "Looks like I still got it. You might just make it after all, sweetie." The monster in him is reeling. "Look at you, coop. The ghoul has gone soft. I can remember the days when you would just eat her right up. Rip the flesh from her bones. Now you're worried about her waking up."

It's true. Cooper is being extra gentle with you, so you won't wake. He doesn't want to scare you. A wrinkly desert raisin licking the blood off your skin isn't the best thing to wake up to. If blood loss doesn't kill you, a heart attack might. Cooper keeps licking, now moved onto the other arm. It takes everything in him to keep from moaning. He can't remember the last time he tasted something so good.

He softly suckles each finger clean, defying his nature to not bite. The cowboy takes his hat off to clean your neck and face. Your neck is so soft. Cooper takes his time, enjoying licking on a stranger. "You are such a pretty thing. Who would hurt you like this, honey?" Knowing you are too incompasitated to answer. The thought that whoever did this is still out there makes his jaw clench.

Softly cleaning your neck and face, he gets close to your busted lips but decides not to indulge. He's done too much for you anyway. Not wanting to move you too much, Cooper just licks where your pants are torn, almost disappointed that he's almost done. The major bleeding has stopped thanks to his saliva. Giving his mouth a rest, he stops and admires his handiwork. Despite the bruises and swelling, he can tell that you are stunning. Just beat up and tossed aside to the elements for the old cowboy to find. Thank God he did and not some other hungry ghoul or desperate human to find.

He still faintly smells blood, but it could be just from what's on your clothes. He bends back down to sense if there is a spot he happened to miss. He starts at your hair and works his way down, inhaling your scent. You even smell good all cleaned up. He finds the allusive smell, and if he could blush, he would.

He's grateful you're still out cold because the smell is radiating from between your legs. Now, he's old but does still remember that women menstruate. That could be it, or you are also injured down there as well. This thought makes Cooper angry. "They couldn't just beat you and let it go at that, huh? No, that wasn't enough. Had to force themselves on you, too. You poor thing. Maybe I should've shot you."

He stroked your cheek at the visual of what you went through, ready to blow someone's head clean off. If you ever woke up, he'd be willing to find vengeance for you if you so wanted. Now, them bastards he would eat, no questions asked. No hesitation. Cooper isn't against stopping the bleeding there as well, but he is a gentleman. After all you have been through, he is not about to go there without permission. So he told himself to let it be for now.

As Cooper wills himself to stop thinking of the assault, you begin to stir. "Hey, now, it's alright. You're safe. Bleeding has stopped. Just don't move too much, or it'll start again." Cooper quickly puts his hat on to shield his face from you. "Easy, now, darlin. Easy there. It's over. I got you." Cooper gently coos to you like you are an injured puppy.

Night has fallen, and the nights are as cold as the day is hot. Cooper notices you shiver. "Hey, now, are you cold, sweetheart? Between the blood loss and torn clothes, I'd say you are. Now I'm going to come closer to you, but I'm not going to hurt you, okay? You are safe now." Cooper takes off his duster and places it over your delicate form. "There we go, I don't get cold much anymore. I wear it mostly because I like it." Against better judgment, he decides that's not enough and pulls you against him. You don't fight as you are across his lap, head on his chest. Wrapped in his duster like a cocoon.

"Dammit, what are you doing? She'll be lucky if she survives the night. Getting all cozy with her." Cooper thinks to himself. But, that's for another time to deal with. If she makes it, she makes it. You know the old saying, us cowpokes take it as it comes.

[dancingdonatello]

Hi hope it’s not to late to request rise’s Mikey , Raph , Leo and Donnie (separate please) ; how would there react if there S/O mutated into a blue tailed Skink (it’s a time of reptile 🦎)

rottmnt x gn reader

Raph’ll never admit it, but he’s kinda glad you’re a mutant like him now. You’re more durable, less frail and human-like. It means he gets to hug you tighter and not worry about hurting you as easily before.

But maybe. Just maybe. Your blue tail looks a little. Well, like a worm. A very blue, exotic worm. His reptile brain goes “food” and his eyes go huge and round like a cat’s.

Leo, greedily, thinks of how much time you get to spend with him now. You don’t have the ability to go out into public anymore, not if you don’t want people to scream and throw things at you.

He never says it out loud but it’s pretty obvious in how happy he is. How he looks annoyed when you lament about your normal, human life and reminds you how you get to spend the rest of your life with some awesome ninjas. Someone will eventually smack some sense into him and he’ll give you an apology.

Donnie, of course, tests your new abilities. Can you run for longer? Are you actually venomous? Poisonous, due to your bright coloring? Can you climb walls? Again, is your sweat poisonous? Is your saliva?

He’s also glad you’re a mutant too. But he’s less obvious about it than Leo. He’s happy that he’ll have someone to spend time with that isn’t his brothers. Now that you’re stuck out of the public eye with your new looks, why don’t you spend some more time in his lab with him?

Mikey is the best as always. If you’re sad, he’s there for you. If you’re excited, he’s excited too!

He makes sure to make the best of a life changing event. Look how cool you look now! Not that you didn’t look cool before, of course! But now your tongue is like ten times longer! And no, he didn’t mean it like that!

[mammons-hubby]

Hiiii :3 can I request platonic headcanons of the brothers with MC who is a child/preteen? You pick which age you're more confident writing, but like in this 8-12 yrs range if possible, thank youuu🩷

I wasn't sure if to make the Mc be cursed or the Mc being chosen for the program while still being a child. I chose the later, hope you enjoy!

The little Mc! :

When the one stepping out of the portal was a 10 year old, he almost passed out.

Lucifer

This wasn't in the papers, at ALL. There is just no way this could've possibly happen, maybe a child stepped into the portal by accident?

But no, once the kid was questioned it was obvious they were the exchange student they were expecting.

Internal panic.

This kid can't go to the basically highschool for demons, and there are no schools in the Devildom.

He has a really stern talk with the brothers so they behave in front of them.

Depending on your behavior he may start to get more grey hairs or take a big liking to you.

In the end he ends up really attached to you.

Pampers you, and denies he does it.

"What?! I gotta take care of a kid?!"

Mammon

New babysitter for Mc. He at first dislikes it a ton, but he has a soft spot for kids so he doesn't take it on you, but you notice he is kinda mad.

Very overprotective. Not at first but with just a couple of days he really starts to like you and can't leave your side.

Will bother you to get a reaction, if you start crying he may even give you some Grimm.

Teaches you how to gamble and gets strung to the ceiling.

Gives you piggybacks.

He may involve you in money schemes at first but never putting you in any actual real harm.

Great. A little kid with sticky fingers.

Leviathan

He doesn't want you anywhere near his room at first, afraid that you will break his precious figurines or destroy his Manga collection.

He still forces you to watch Anime, but in the living room with him. Once you get a liking to it he even dresses you up as his favorite characters.

Once he realizes you won't purposefully break anything of his, he invites you to his room.

You are mesmerized by the pretty lights, the bathtub and the giant aquarium, you say hi to Henry and he melts.

He sees you looking everywhere with awe, and he feels very proud of himself.

From then, you start to play games in his room and carefully read his Mangas.

Lets you play with his tail in his demon form. He finds it kinda funny but gets grossed out when you put it in your mouth and cover it up with saliva. Eugh.

He is kind of curious about you and how you ended up in the Devildom, for Lucifer to make such an oversight is clearly extremely bizarre, almost imposible.

Satan

You kinda look at him with your big baby eyes and he looks back at you, until one of you stops staring and go back to their normal routine.

He is chosen by Lucifer to be your personal teacher. He complains but knows he has to do it.

He will try and teach you things to bother Lucifer, succeeding in some and failing in others.

But he also takes a lot of effort to learn about human culture and teach you the right things and needed things for your mental development.

Will read for you to fall asleep. Devildom fairy stories and others, you seem to like grim stuff too but he reads this stuff to you very rarely. Doesn't want you to be negatively affected.

Buys you a cat onesie and takes lots of pics. Super adorable.

He finds you extremely adorable and amusing, like a little pet.

Asmodeous

He will dress you up in the prettiests of clothings, with the most expensive perfume and hair decorations.

You seem upset and he doesn't understand at first. You explain you don't like being treated like a doll for his amusement.

He thought he was doing everything right?

He thinks about it hard and realizes that maybe being treated like a thing rather than a person must've hurt you.

He apologizes to you and offers to take you to eat something yummy.

He tries and know more about your likes and dislikes. About the shows you like, your favorite colors, the type of clothing you like.

He takes you to buy some pretty clothes of your choosing, and even gets you a cute haircut.

You feel better when you can also express yourself. But from time to time you let him dress you as he wishes, you even match clothings sometime.

Okay so at first a bit dangerous to be near him, considering he sees you as small and chubby and feels the urge to put you in his mouth.

Beelzebub

Once he controls the urges, he is very sweet and caring.

Kinda blunt when he talks, but not clueless. He is not dumb so he knows that he shouldn't say certain things, but considering he is quite honest he lets slip some stuff, but inmediatly notices and fixes it.

Will share his food with you and sit you on his lap while you eat, sorry if you get slobber on your head.

Will make sure you get proper exercise so you grow strong.

Will also take you on piggyback rides wherever you'd like.

Considering he has a younger brother, he grows attached to you very quickly and would give his life for you, and take others.

Belphegor

It depends. If this is an universe where Belphegor doesn't have a vendetta against humans, he may not care too much at first, but then begins to like you.

He would take naps with you, and help you draw and color stuff.

He is the youngest brother, so he may teach you how to get away with being a brat, much to Lucifer's dismay.

Now. If it's the og timeline Belphie?

Things are difficult. He will still try and trick you into doing the pacts with his brothers. And you're a child, so you'd probably believe him.

He does feel more guilty about wanting to kill you, but in the end commits regardless.

It's up to you to forgive him or not. He did kill a child after all.

The brothers are all shocked at him, and disgusted.

It takes a while before things settle down after discovering you're Lilith's descendant.

They're very wary of leaving you with him in a room, in case he tries to hurt you.

But Belphegor feels extremely guilty. It eats him alive, he can't believe that his rage for humanity would make him kill a literal kid.

He tries to make it up to you by being present in your life. Helping you get ready on your day to day life. Taking you places you need to go, pampering you.

It's still up to you if you'll ever forgive him. Perhaps you do, but you'll never forget it.

You can still have a nice relationship with him though, it's not the end of the world. And your life is just beginning.

[twst-drabbles]

Floyd and Grim 1

Summary: One of Floyd’s favorite words beyond your name was ‘Seal.’ Whenever you hear it, it’s not because he’s seeing the actual animal, it’s because he saw Grim and is chasing him around the yard.

(Floyd being a little shit is always fun.)

“Seal!” A high squeaky voice almost pierced your ear as you fumbled with your newspaper, “Seal seal seal! Oomph… Seal!”

A wet flop, almost like a small body fell into mud before the yelling started up. Uh-oh.

You place your paper down on the table and got up. Seems you were sitting for too long because some of the bones in your spine popped. You ignored the slight pain. There are more important things to focus on. “Alright, what’s Floyd up to now?”

Seal was... an odd choice of a word for that cat. Why seal? Because he's gray and round? Probably. You don't really know any other cat that his specific shade of gray. Or has fire on the ears.

The stray cat that’s comes around, Grim you named him, has been hanging out more often in the garden. Probably because he’s figured out the little pet door you installed in the back. You’re pretty sure he comes inside to sleep in the corner, since there’s some scorch on the kitchen tiles and little bits of gray fur.

You haven’t put anything in his corner yet, not out of apathy but out of knowing the sensibilities of cats. The minute you put in something new in their territory, they either never approach again or they pee all over it. You don’t like either choices, so you just don’t.

You open the door and were not shocked by what you saw.

“Floyd!” You yelled out, knowing it was vain now that Floyd was up and chasing the yowling Grim around the yard. “Oh boy…”

From one side of the yard to the other, Floyd chased after the flame-eared cat with no regard for his distress. His ears flared brightly while sharp teeth and too-strong jaws opened wide and clipped just an inch away from Grim’s tail. No matter how fast Grim ran, Floyd was just an inch away from chomping on him.

In fact, Floyd was keeping up so well that Grim basically has his butt scooting against the floor. A weird little crab run, almost. A furry ball.

Floyd was clearly dinged up with bumps, bruises and cuts. Completely slathered in mud from the neck down but he didn’t care. Not when he’s running on the high of the chase.

How the cat hasn’t started a wild fire in your backyard is beyond you. Well, probably can’t on the account of what happened last time he did that. You can tell that thistle-like collar was not comfortable.

“Alright!” You stepped in just as they were in front of you and captured them both, Floyd by the tail and Grim by the scruff, “Stop.”

Floyd, upside down, swung himself back and forth violently, swiping his little claws right at Grim to try and grab him. “Seal! Seal seal!”

Grim practically retracted further into your hand, hissing. Seems he fears the little eel more than he hated you. Huh.

You walked to the tallest boulder and plopped Grim on top of it. And, of course, the minute you let go, the cat showed you his attitude by sniffing the air and raising his nose high in the air, as if none of you were worth his time.

You ignored him with a turn of your back. “So, Floyd.”

Grim, behind you, started a meow but choked on his saliva.

Floyd went limp now that his entertainment was gone. He stuck out his tongue at you and gave you a raspberry.

“You’re going in quarantine.” All those scraps and cuts along with the mud is a great recipe for infection.

Floyd whined at you, sticking out his grabby hands, demanding for cuddles like that’ll somehow make you forgive him.

“You don’t get cuddles Floyd. You get a bath.”

He sputtered angrily at you as you walked back into the kitchen.

“Hate you.”

“I know.”

Oh, he learned some new words. Interesting. You can’t help but wonder who taught him those.

[wandasaura]

Hello love! How would all 3 react if R were to call her safeword? I bet it'd be all fluffy aftercare, I'm in the mood for that

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ both wanda and natasha take r’s safeword very seriously, it’s one of the only things that was discussed in detail in regards to your sexual relationship. everything else came up in a more natural way, but keeping r safe and comfortable was their main priority and absolutely non negotiable, so when things started to get kinky and had the means to push r’s boundaries, they implemented the traffic light system. r was good with checking in with them, and they were equally as mindful of never going too far, but there was one time that she needed to call her safeword and as soon as she did, both of them stopped what they were doing and made sure that everything was okay. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

That night hadn’t been out of the ordinary, you’d fallen into a scene with your girlfriends naturally, and had been enjoying it for the most part, that was undeniable as Wanda teased you about the wetness between your thighs. Your witchy lover had you bent over the edge of the bed, a new strap secured around her naked hips and buried in your core, while your softhearted assassin watched from the corner of the room, a teasing smirk on her lips and a mischievous glint in her green eyes as she fiddled with the tassels on the edge of dark red whip.

“Sound so pretty for me.” Wanda nipped at your earlobe, her front pressed up against your back, pebbled nipples dragging up and against your skin. You arched up into her touch, eyes pinched shut as you fished the bedsheets. She’d been working you over for hours, no inch of your body left untouched. Her mouth had done wonders on your nipples, her fingers had searched the deepest parts of your core, and her strap had been coated with your saliva before it even touched your desperate folds. “Gonna cum for me? Yeah, are you gonna let go?”

“Cat got your tongue?” Natasha teased when all you managed to do was whine, grabbing fistfulls of the bedsheets as you scrounged for the words to beg. “Answer Mommy, detka.” Her footsteps were drowned out by the sounds of your moans and Wanda’s heavy breathing, the redheads bottom lip caught between her teeth as she threw her head back.

By this point of the night, your body was exhausted, your brain was mush, and every touch to your skin felt like needle pricks. What sent you over the edge was Natasha cracking the whip against your thighs. She’d done it a handful of times throughout the night, but this time was different, and the second you felt that lick of pain on your already worked over and sensitive skin, you sobbed out your safeword, dissolving into tears on the bedsheets.

“Red!” Wanda will never forget how her heart sank into her stomach hearing you so defeated. She pulled out quickly, not even bothering to detach the strap from the harness before she was crawling up onto the bed beside your body, grabbing your face in her careful hands and forcing your eyes on hers.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. We’re all done, all done.” She kissed you softly, not even minding whatever Natasha was doing as she left the bedroom in a hurry, her footsteps echoing through the hallway just outside of your bedroom. “What do you need? Hmm?” She brushed her fingers through your knotted hair, peppering kissing into your hairline.

“Too much.” You strained out, your voice hoarse and weak as you rested against her.

“Too much?” Wanda cooed, “Alright, good job telling us. Such a good girl.” Wanda helped you up into the center of the bed, easing you out of the silky scarlet lingerie you’d been haphazardly dressed in. Your clothes ended up in a pile on the floor to be dealt with later, and all of Wanda’s attention was on you as she stroked your back and kissed your face wherever she could reach. “You did so good for us. So so good.”

When Natasha returned, she was holding a glass of water and an unscented lotion, wearing the same worried frown as Wanda.

“Have some water, baby.” Natasha leaned over the bed, careful not to jostle your body more than necessary. Wanda helped you take a couple of sips before you batted her hand away, too tired to hold your head up to continue taking small drinks, though your throat felt better from the little you did consume. “Turn over for me.” Natasha instructed carefully, voice still laced with dominance, wanting to ease you down gently. You were still heavy in subspace, still clinging onto their instructions and praise, and you obeyed without complaint, burying your face in Wanda’s neck, letting your body go slack against her front.

Natasha was gentle as she rubbed the lotion over your bottom and the back of your thighs, the cold sensation shocking your overheated body, but a welcomed sensation despite the temperature. You hummed against Wanda’s neck, disappointed when Natasha backed away and set the lotion down on your dresser when she was satisfied with her application.

She joined you in bed afterward, settling in next to Wanda, laying her hand on your waist and rubbing gentle circles with thumb that cause goosebumps to rise on your skin. You grumbled quietly when Natasha laid her head down on Wanda’s shoulder, her red hair tickling your cheek as it fell. Wanda laughed softly, brushing Natasha’s hair away from your face before she went back to combing her fingers through your hair. “Just relax baby, let us take care of you.”

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ they’re always soft with you, but god they’d be so gentle and attentive, and i’m sure they’d run you a warm bath the next morning when you had the energy to get up from bed and clean yourself off. and i’m sure throughout the rest of the day they’d be sure to check in and give you all the cuddles you wanted ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚