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꧁𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒꧂
❤︎︎𝐃𝐀𝐘. 𝟏 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆❤︎︎
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• A𝐦𝐚𝐛 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐦, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐩𝐰(𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞)𝐩, 𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐨𝐜 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞.. 𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐧𝐠𝐥 •
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 𝟏.𝟔𝐊
You and Akaza met in a one of a blue moon moment, your relationship blossoming from when Akaza first spoke to you. The demon never knew he would be in a great relationship after losing a loved one a millennium ago, finding one just like it in newer years of his demon hood.
And.. It was great.
Unlike how Douma acted with his religion and many concubines, it seemed as if having a relationship was a one and done thing. It seemed as if with the rainbow eyed demon you just met a woman on the street, took her home, fucked her, and then left her once the sun met the horizon. Or kill her. Akaza of course didn't kill women, but that of course didn't downcast Douma's pestering. He kept insisting that 'he was a demon, life was practically an object' and 'he could at least try something new in his second life'. Of course he wouldn't listen to him.. until now.
You were amazing. Of course not greater than his first human love—but of course a great runner up! Your public relationship was great. Lakeside dates on full moons and clear nights, mornings spent snuggled in bed as Akaza wasn't called to kill Hashira's yet and stepping outside would of course turn him to dust.. Or afternoons spent trying to word off Douma as he asked what position you guys usually fucked in, where Akaza would just yell at him after. Though, if he really wish to know, it was usually a mating press.
But your private relationship..
Akaza was never an outgoing man, in or out of bed. Douma would pout when he would even have a conversation with you over ten minutes that wasn't insulting, as the best thing he could get out of him was a backhanded comment. He never got to talk to him like that, how come his fuck buddy gets to! To Akaza, just being able to touch you under a kimono, or grope at your dick over your clothes, would've been enough for him for a night, cum staining the inside of his pants. Though, farther on with experimenting, you found that the only pose he had known from his decades of life was missionary.. with him on top. That was something you definitely weren't gonna stick with.
So, you showed him the reins. Almost every night he wouldn't be called away or the sleepless days you would be trying to find out every pressure point, nook, and cranny that made him shudder. Hours of lubbing your fingers with spit and trying to find that pace on his cock or in his hole that would make him whine. And it wasn't hard either. Years of chaste loyalty caused Akaza to be an open book; and, oh, was he an open book you were gonna read.
There was a full list of things that made Akaza weak, all carved into the grooves of your brain. Grabbing his waist from behind and pushing your hard on into the groove of his ass, whispering your demands harshly into his skin, and marking him. Oo—He loved that one.
Watching the multiple bite marks stain his skin with a wreath of red crescents, thin red lines traveling down his shoulder blades left when you would tease him with your nails, or hickies tainting his porcelain and lapis skin in a constellation of deep colors. Often after one of your.. sessions, he wouldn't even heal them, relishing in the slight ache of the markings. He never knew why he liked this, but you told him it was nothing but liking. Everyone liked different things, as you explained them as kinks, and he enjoyed standing in front of the full body mirror in your room, a tent rising in his pants as he stared at the different tags of your ownership adorning his skin.
And tonight was one of those nights.
A cracked main left Akaza's swollen lips, his back arching. Pink hair was sticking to his forehead from sweat, whole body glossy with it. His skin wrinkling at the side of his eyes, tears beading his eyelashes. It was all too much but also too little.. he couldn't explain it.
The tip of your cock hit his prostate with every thrust, fingers digging into the skin of his hips and having him meet your movements. Your mouth was practically glued to his skin, teeth nipping and lips sucking marks onto him. With every snap of your hips against his more pleasure rippled through your body, mind clouded with lust. You couldn't even help but rut into him, eyelids fluttering as his hole pulsed around you. Akaza has memorized every vein and curve of your dick, but no matter how many times you force him onto your cock, he can't help but cry on it.
His cock bobbed under him, hitting his abs a couple times with every heave of your hips. He felt a spark of humiliation from the squelching noise of his hole squeezing taut around your length, but he couldn't help him if you were fucking him so well. But, the spark was dissipated by the waves of pleasure crashing upon him, your lips leaving a wet hickey against his pale skin. If anything the spark caused his stomach to twist more, pushing him closer to his orgasm.
Akaza's clawed hands searched for yours, whining out when you thread your fingers together. He was usually a pillow princess as he of course never had to take it from the back, so barely being praised for a long period of time started to take a toll on him. He didn't get into a relationship just to take dick like a slut.. but that was definitely a plus.
Though, his thoughts dispersed when you started to babble into his skin, just the sound of your voice causing his hole to clench tighter, ripping a groan from your throat.. "Oh—you take me so well. Hah ah, f-fuck... Mhmm, your noises are.. 's pretty.." you slurred, brows furrowing as you bit another oval of marks into his shoulder blade. Your teeth clashed with your teeth as you went to lick over the but mark, words barely comprehensible.
The line clad demon shuddered, back arching and hips pushing back onto your cock, a glob of precum falling from the tip of his dick. He couldn't help but let his head fall back into your shoulder, spikey hair falling more unruly while small tears fell down his cheeks. Choked moans and drawn out whines fell from his spit soaked lips, bright eyes glossy with tears that left marks in his face.
"Come on.. haah—oh fuck—you can do it.." you moaned into his shoulder, hand wrapping around his waist and grabbing his dick. With quick strokes you matched them to your thrusts, already overstimulating the great demon. Despite your encouraging words his head shook side to side, body thrashing lightly. He couldn't do it. At this rate, by the second round he would be shooting blanks.
From both your impending orgasm and Akaza's wiggling your hips stuttered, a light whine falling from your mouth when you missed his prostate. With a newfound vigor your free arm wrapped around his waist, leaning closer to him and pressing your chest flush on his back, hips trying to chase that pleasure you had just been indulging in a second ago. Akaza moaned from the impossible closeness, red eyes going crossed. With a particularly hard thrust to that spongy spot in his ass drool escaped the side of his lips, rolling down from his chin.
"I'm gonna—fuck, haah, oh g-gods- cumming!" He gargled out, eyes squeezing closed. His line covered cock, already soaked with precum and spit, twitched aggressively, ropes of cum spurting from his red (and slightly purple) tip. Beads of the white liquid stained your hand, running down your knuckles and onto the ground. As if right on cue you came after him, tip of your own dick shoving right against his prostate as your own cum squirted out and painted his walls white. Akaza let out loud whines as he came down from his high, the fatigue of just fucking weighing down on him enough to let him slump back into you.
You sucked in sharp breaths, pecking kisses onto the side of his neck. Your hand continued to run over his spent cock a couple times, pulling whines from the demon. "No—n-no.." he hiccuped softly, the tears once running down his face leaving small streak lines to accompany his blue markings. You continued on, thumb rolling over his tip, coaxing out the last of his cum.
Fingers letting up from his dick you pulled away, holding it in front of his face. Almost immediately Akaza lolled his tongue out, running in over your cum covered palm to get it off. Akaza could barely comprehend the embarrassment his mind wanted to feel, as he would usually be taken aback by anyone telling him to eat his own cum. He wouldn't be in the place to do that anyway, but even if he was, he would have killed you. But of course.. It was you. He would never...
You were his second true love, and even if you died a mortal death before he was executed by the king of demons, he would never forget that.
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𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲'𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐬 </𝟑
𝐊.𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 . 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
#꧁꧂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋꧁꧂#ఌmirney’s moronic workఌ#꧁i should shut up꧂#writing#domreader#msub#oneshots#dom reader#fanfic#sub character#amab reader#amab character#Akaza#demon slayer#Douma#Micheal Jackson jokes#muzan kibutsuji#Muzan#akaza x reader
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I'm not likely to finish it as the project bittered somehow but here's some young they/them NB Silco for a modern AU
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Return to me {Alexander Anderson x AMAB Reader}
You know Alexander from the Library you worked at - when he one day stands in front of your day at the end of the year 1999, you can not deny him shelter. And now, you definitely didn't regret it
NSFW below
NSFW cut: ᕙ[･･]ᕗ
Not Beta read we die like {redacted}
You never thought you'd see him again, but there he was, standing right in front of you was the tall, blonde priest with green eyes that had a way to obvious scar on his cheek, asking you if you had a place for him to stay for some time. Your heart was still somewhat broken by being rejected by said man, that fateful day where you had decided to accept he would reject you and went and got it for yourself, thinking you might be able to get over it, your love for that man.
Needless to say, you didn't. You never did and didn't think you ever would. But everytime he came into the library, asking you for a book you couldn't help but falling for him. And fall you did, landing hard in the reality that he was a priest, the he was to not mingle in relationships with others, his only devotion being god and the preachings of the bible. You had started to read the books that he did, finding most to be about the occult, werewolves, vampires, witches, wendigos... And how to kill them. Books that were written like research, obviously being a piece of someone's fantasy.
But then he would come in and get children's books, about the holy Mary, about birds and trains and flowers, about the way the sun would rise and laugh, but how the clouds would always cry. When you found out he was living in an orphanage, you wanted to go so badly, it wasn't far, but it wouldn't be fair. So the next time he had come by, you had asked him out for a stroll - not a date, just to get to know him, to become friends. His positive response had surprised you.
So why, after all that time of him caring, in the end rejecting and going seperate ways, was he standing in front of you, on this winter afternoon in 1999? And where was his priest robe? He had his usual coat on, but only a thin shirt and jeans, so you didn't waste time, letting him into your house. "Alexander? What are you doing here?" "I quit. And I- You said you'd always be there when I need something, and right now, I don't have a home. Can I stay? Only until I find something for myself, of course." You turned the thought over in your head. The Basement was free, you'd only have to clean it up, maybe stash everything in your garage. "God, sit down first. Coffee, Tea or Hot Chocolate?"
Sitting down with him, each sipping on their own tea, you finally spoke up. "I really should question how you figured out where I live, but the reason you quit interests me more." He sipped on his tea. "There have been... Some mindest differences recently. Between me and the church. While I am incredibly sad to leave behind the children, I couldn't accept staying there. Not with the recent happenings in London." "London? What does the Church have anything to do with the destruction of London?" He just smiled. You never got an answer. But you guessed it was more involvement then what the newspapers told you.
Sometimes, the ex-priest talked to you about an old friend, one, who vanished back in London. You didn't know if he was dead or just disappeared in the rubble, or if it was... A different kind of friend. You looked after him a lot of the time, driving him back and forth from monestary to your home so you could get all his belongings. You even had to drive to the Vatican - Who had an own room in the Vatican?! It had taken months for him to settle comfortably in the basement, old bookshelves and boxes and dressers functioning as his only storage. You bought him a new bed, so he could at least afford a good rest - he promised to repay you, but you shook it off. It was a cheap one anyways.
You helped him find work in the city, helped him with a driver's licence and, in the end, you both scrapped your money together to get him a car. It was second-hand, fairly cheap compared to the other cars on the market, small and old-school. But he was happy with it, and so were you. After a good 3 months you finally convinced him to buy new clothes, instead of just opting for your old father's ones, it was exciting finally seeing the fashion taste of a man previously running around only in his religious tell-tale robe with the crosses.
He picked out a few checkered ones, others had random prints on it. You got him to buy a muscle shirt (mainly for your own entertainment, but also because it got really hot during summertime) and some pullovers for winter - one Pullover was relatively thin and black, covering his neck from the cold winds that would come in 6 more months. A lot of people had stared at you - maybe it was the fact you were just average size and he was - well - over 2 meters tall, maybe they held you for a couple or found him handsome. But maybe, it was because of his scar. You never knew for certain how he got it.
You saw him enter the library on a fairly quiet day, he hadn't visited for weeks, probably on one of his trips to foreign countries. He didn't take long to get to the Check-out and you were snooker to see his face. His left cheek had a big white patch on it - a compress. There was a thin line in the middle with red specks of blood. When you asked him what had happened, he had dismissed you, saying it had been an accident he didn't want to talk about. The next time, you saw the wound. It was three scratches all neatly lined up, like claw marks. It was then you had your first suspicion, the middle one deeper then the other two, the skin around it a deep purple.
After that visit, he came in again, this time, the upper and lower scratch were healed completely, the middle one still deep and purple, as if it couldn't heal. That's when you knew. You knew what he had been doing, why he had been away, why he had been injured. You had asked him to come to the staff bathroom, getting an idea. You had confronted him, he had brushed it off, yet still he let you cut around the edges, widening the wound and, effectively, overwriting the original one. The wound had healed in a few weeks, only leaving behind the nasty scar on his cheek.
In month 6 of him staying with you, he was finally able to afford his own Appartment so he started scouting. You helped him, of course, You taught him how to use the library computers, so he could scout more effectively, he actually understood it really fast. A smart man, he was. The landline phone, he had figured out within a few weeks of you introducing it to him and he called the monestary every weekend. You liked to listen. He would be a good father, you decided, when you heard him talk with the kids, reassuring them he didn't forget them and that he would stop by from time to time.
He held his word, always arriving to any of their birthdays with a personalized gift. You were happy to be able to accompany him. Some of the nuns were a bit suspicious first, thinking you might have taken advantage of Alexander, but they were quick to trust you and your words - you did love him, but you'd never try to take advantage of him - even though that wasn't something that they needed to know.
Alexander had found the Appartment he wanted to live in during month 8. He was happy, you were not. You offered him to stay for longer, so that he could pay the bills as well - which was something he had totally forgotten about. He lost the Appartment and you felt guilty.
But when winter rolled around again, seeing him in that long-sleeve neck Pullover, paired with thick, dark grey jeans with a fashionable belt and a silver cross necklace, you nearly forgot to breathe, or that you had been feeling guilty. After the incident with the Appartment, things had started to change. You noticed he looked at you fondly, for longer than normal, he smiled whenever you did something - if it was a greeting, rambling, making food - you had noticed he was a way better cook and picked up habits of you - humming along to your music or just watching a show. It seemed weird. Whenever asked, he would just say that he was happy you had been the one to take him in.
On his birthday, you had taken him out to a more expensive restaurant, treating him to something you called "culture cruise". You introduced him to proper Italian traditions that he had missed out on in the orphanage, traditional food that wasn't served there, you showed him a cinema and he was blown away by the movie, not being able to believe it. He had missed out on so much, leading such a humble, yet dangerous, life, that you were more than adamant about giving him a life he deserves. A life full of care, gratefulness, and, if possible, love.
He had liked his birthday, even though, in the end, he admitted, that it would have been enough to spent it with you - but that he was thankful you wanted to show him your world. You asked him to show you his, and, even though he dismissed it now, he would show you later on. After getting home, there was something weird. Between you two, of course, not in your house. You both wanted to retiree for the night, but again, both of you lingered in the living room near the stairs up to your room and down to his. "I'm glad you liked today, I was a bit worried", you admitted out of the blue. He scratched his neck, his muscles showing under the thin pullover. You questioned how he wasn't cold.
He was quiet a bit, before speaking up. "I... I loved this glimpse into your world. It was educating and it meant a lot to you, so I.. You mean a lot to me and so does your world. So I thank you dearly for taking me along, sunshine." You smiled again, wider this time, liking the nickname maybe a little too much. After that it took a few more moments of silence, for both of you to say your goodbyes and go to sleep. You, however, were unable to, thinking about the way he was treating you, how much he cared about you and your world. He really was a gentleman, if you were sure about him feeling similarly about you, the way you felt about him, then you would be glad to, maybe, someday, call him your husband.
Your first kiss came the next day. It wasn't your first overall, but it was the first with him. Maybe it had been the music and jokefully romantically made dinner - you genuinely just wanted to recreate the ambiance of the restaurant, there was never an intention to make it feel so appealing. But joking around with him, about some of the older, black and white movies and the more recent coloured ones, him joking with you there was a moment of you playfully leaning into his side, lamenting over something random, like the candles, while he calmly, in an equal joking matter grabbed your arm softly. You shot up to kiss him on the cheek, something he, apparently, also felt like doing.
It had taken not even a second, before you pulled back, apologizing profusely, you face flushed - as was his. He smiled, saying it was no matter. You sat down to eat, face fixed in the food. He stood there for a moment longer, before he asked, bashfully: "Would you like to do it again?" You looked up, his gaze locked onto you, as if he felt no shame. Why would he, you thought. It was a mistake, nothing more. But why did he offer? Did he.. were your suspicions really correct? He didn't move, standing there. The offer he had just given you hang heavy in the air, debating whether to act on it or not.
You chair creaked when you pushed it back a bit. "Would you like to do it again?" Alexander's face turned a deeper red than before. He was quiet, before admitting a small "yes". It was then that you stood up and closed in on him.
"then, I would like one as well"
The second kiss was really worth it. It was long, gentle and loving. It felt warm, comforting - it felt good. On a completely unrelated note, the food was delicious as well. You just loved eating this dish - especially with Alexander in front of you, the kiss and it's implications - even though it was less of an implication and more of a flashy Broadway Sign, after all, a kiss - no, technically two - seemed like a very exclusive thing that two people wouldn't do if they just were friends, unprompted by any dare.
Long story short, after dinner, there was a deep talk and you both decided to try. And try you did. It worked out fine, the only thing that really changed was the few kisses, the cuddle-sessions and the trips - now dates - to town. It wasn't really a secret, but it also wasn't really public. It's that weird in between-thing, where you knew, but you just weren't quite ready to tell everyone - but showing wasn't really a problem. Alexander had the habit to keep you close - it was a habit he had picked up one or two months after being at your home, but now, he just seemed to be more open about it, actively seeking you out. This day, it had been particularly bad and after getting home, you had asked him about it. He seemed taken aback.
"I'm Sorry if I overstepped. I didn't mean to, I'll keep it in mind next time"
You sighed. "No, no, Alex, that's not- that's not what I meant. I was simply curious on why you did it, I apologize if it came over wrong"
Alexander looked at you for a few seconds, contemplating if he should tell you. Then: "I am scared"
You could tell he wasa bit uncomfortable, but you couldn't just leave it here. You took him by the hand, setting him down on the couch and sitting next to him, your own hand in his. "If you want to, you can tell me. I'm here for you." Alexander seemed torn, it was the first time you had seen him this conflicted, this... This pained.
"London was last year.", He started and stopped right after. It clicked into place for you, but you wanted him to go on. You squeezed his hand reassuringly, lightly stroking your thumb over his hand in yours, a smile on your lips, as you silently told him to take his time. "It was... I mean you read about it, of course, but... I was there. It was horrible and I- I lost more friends than just one." Oh, that was something you actually hadn't thought about, but it made sense. "One was my student. Her name was Yumiko and she was great. Heinkel nearly lost their life as well - a lot of the division died, nearly all, even though I told them to stay back. I lost so many friends, when I tried to save them all"
He took his hand away then, covering his eyes with his hands and bending forward, hiding his face. Your smile dropped. He didn't loose one person, he didn't loose a few. He lost everyone. You got down on your knees, sliding between his legs and taking his hands away gently. He wasn't crying, not yet anyways - but his eyes were shining bright with the promise of salty water spilling over any second. "Were you scared to loose me too?" He nooded then. You got up from this position, pulling him into a hug. " You won't, Alexander. That life is beyond you now, it's behind us both. We are here together, we are here, Alex. We are alive." You pressed his hand to you heart. "We are both alive."
That day was one you never forgot. Alexander Anderson, previously a priest and in charge of an orphanage, as well as something with the occult, member of a division you had never heard of, was traumatized. He had been vulnerable with you, around you. He had shared his pain and you had accepted it, accepted him and all the implications and complications that came with it. How could he ever hope to find someone better? He didn't, and he never would, because you, he was convinced, were the best choice he could ever make.
When one year had run by, you realized he had never slept in the same bed as you. Not even when one of you fell asleep on the couch, he would always be gone and in bed instead. So today, you tried to get him to sleep with you - not in a sexual sense, by God, only sleeping next to each other, maybe (hopefully) cuddling. That was the day you realized no one had cover taught this man anything about relationships or explained That, when the bible quoted "thou shall not lie with a woman, if thy art not married", or whatever the actual quote said, it didn't mean sleeping in the same bed, but sleeping together.
So that was a conversation you needed to have, and, in retrospect, it was fairly funny, but back then, it was undeniably weird to be the one to give a grown man, which you were together with, sex education. That didn't seem like your job, but now you stood here, and he stood there, and that was the situation you were in. "So uh, the Bible doesn't really mean sleep, Alexander. It means sex." He had heard that word uttered in disgust and disdain by the nuns that had raised him, heard more about this being an act of either love or lust between a man and a woman. He never knew that was what the line meant, nor did he know what sex actually was.
So he disclosed it all to you. You shook your head, in denial that any institute for raising and educating children would stop at sex and don't even mention it to them. What if they would have gone and discovered it on their own, maybe way too young or having to deal with the consequences alone? "Well, traditionally speaking, in most cultures and religions sex is between a man and a woman, but not exclusive. Men can do it with men and women with women. In a traditional sense it's something very intimate, something you do with one you trust fully. Someone you love, if we keep it extremely Christian."
Alexander nodded, seemingly soaking up everything you were saying. "So uhm, do you know the difference between make and female anatomy" "I raised children" point taken, stupid question. "Okay so, Sex is when you put your uh-" god this was more embarrassing than showing and recommending someone erotica and explaining in detail how exactly it was interesting. "So you put your penis into the vagina of the woman and just... Go." "Just go?" "Just... Just go, yes." "How does it work between the others?" Oh lord, have mercy. "So between a man and a man, it just goes in the ass, or they get themselves off with hands or mouths, which is similar in that case with women. There are also specific toys that help."
Alexander seemed a bit puzzled, but the red taint on his cheeks made you realize, he was also embarrassed about this, even though you were sure you were way more red - your head was steaming and cooking your brain. At least that's what it felt like. "But what do you mean with just go?" You just wanted for a portal to hell to open up. At this point, burning you skin off in an eternal hellfire seemed more acceptable than this. "Just go. Like... In and out" "Like when you need to fill a tire of a bike with air?" "Yes. Absolutely. Like a piston, in some ways. Obviously that's not all there is to it, but that is essentially how it works. Have you never tried to uhm- do it yourself?"
You had never seen him so flustered. "No! That was forbidden, seen as a sin!" "Hey, there's genuinely nothing wrong with it. It's actually quite healthy. You're not part of the Church anymore, you don't need to abide to their beliefs." He seemed to stop. Like he was a computer that just shut down because you opened three tabs on the browser and caused a Microsoft error. He had never thought about that before, you realized. It's just been a year away from the church, the place that raised him, homed him, gave him an occupation - of course everything was still indoctrinated in him. How could you expect something else?
You went to bed seperately.
The next day was still a bit awkward, but by the second day everything returned to normal. He even decided to actually do sleep in your bed with you - only after about a month of consideration. You were happy, however. If he was comfortable, then you were too. Alexander had become the thing you thought your life revolved around. When you went out to go shopping, you immediately looked if you could bring him something from your trip. When you were cooking, you thought about how he would cook it, or how he would like it. And when you were cuddling, you thought about the way he was warm, that he was alive, alive with you. Days passed like this, weeks, months even.
"Sunshine?" You hummed positively, looking up from your book. He had been reading one of his own, a recommendation from you. "I was curious." You hummed again, putting your mark in you book and closing it. "I don't know if it's an approprita question." "Shoot your shot, dear." He seemed to think for a second. "I have been thinking about something you said." You grew a bit impatient. "When?" "I don't know, a few months ago. You said I wasn't part of the church anymore and thus do not need to abide their rules" "Dear, whatever you want to ask, just ask. I won't crucify you. And the church won't either."
He closed his book as well, scratching his beard stubble. "Maybe we could try it out?" Before you could ask what he meant, he elaborated, realizing he hadn't said what. "Sex, I mean. Apologies if I'm overstepping-" You nearly choked on your own spit. What. The. Hell. What had you done to this man? He had been so shy, so embarrassed about it, and now, he sat there in front of you, asking you such a question. You mean, damn. If that isn't some quick character development. If you were serious though, you had thought about it as well. Of course, you didn't want to bring it up, as not to pressure him. So this, was perfect.
"Sure, let's go." He was taken aback slightly by the way you stood up, starting to walk to the stairs. "Why go?" "To the bedroom, dear. Yours or mine?" He stood up as well, stopping next to you. "Yours." You sat him down on the bed. "I suppose you don't know more than I told you?" He shook his head. "Don't worry, I will take the lead." "You did this before?" "Yeah, but never like this." "In charge?" "That. And with someone I love."
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You took his hands and let them rest on your waist, as you settled on his lap, going for a kiss. You pushed yourself close, shamelessly resting on his crotch. You pulled away, taking one of his big, calloused hands and sliding it up, to rest next to your chest. "You can touch me, you know." He seemed hesitant, but you went in for another kiss, keeping his mouth open this time, your tongue brushing his, animating him to participation. He was eager to follow your lead. His hand slipped to your back instead, holding you close. You pushed back again, leaving him some room.
Your thumb pressed on his scar, the slightly elevated, jagged surface soft and yet hard beneath your fingers. You pushed your hand under his jaw, pushing his head back and starting to kiss along his neck, his throat releasing a loud, shuddering breath, as the hand that had pushed his head back slowly trailed down his throat, cold fingers ghosting over the warm skin, fingers barely touching him. You other hand guided his hand to your neck, squishing it in his large hand. His other hand, still on your waist, gripped you harshly, it brought a slightly hurtful feeling up in you, but it made you feel secure.
You pulled back, Alexander finally finding the courage to explore your body, his head snapping back almost immediately, eyes fixating on yours. His gorgeous green eyes glowing behind his glasses. You slowly reached up, but he stopped you before you could take them off. "No. I don't-" "Okay" and just like that he was back to roaming your body, enjoying as your hands slid over his. A few moments later you sat up on your knees, pulling off your shirt. Alexander seemed a bit flustered at first, but got over it fairly quickly.
You kissed him again, your body shifting a bit, pressing close again, his hand trapped between you bodies, as he leaned back, other hand supporting his weight. You stood up, pulling him with you as well. You discarded all of your clothes, watching him do the same. It was mesmerizing how a small bit of his torso showed when he lifted his arms up, pulling his own shirt over his head. The muscles in his arms flexed slightly, his shirt falling to the ground next to him. Scars were all over his body, the cross of the silver nacklace resting where his collarbone was, a cross tattooed onto his skin with the words "yes jesus" in it. You recalled seeing said design on his gloves when he was still a priest. His trousers were the next to go it was the first time Alexander's head was actually lower than yours.
He sat down on the bed again, back resting against the headboard. You did the same you did before - sitting in his lap. Just, this time, you could feel whenever the muscles in his leg twitched when you bit down or kissed or sucked in a particular way, felt how he tensed and relaxed when you shifted your body. It was captivating, the expression he made. His eyes were on you, the entire time he was focused on you, nothing else. His hands never left you, pulling you close. He was breathing loud, not quite panting, but close enough. And then, when you actually felt him, you realized a grave mistake. You couldn't show him, because you didn't expect this and had no condoms, and no lube, and he definitely had neither either.
"Alex, dear" he hummed. "We can't do it quite the way you want it yet, but we can do it differently." Before he could ask why, you continued. "We don't have protection. I'll go out and buy some, but not right now. I can show you other ways." The Catholic was silent, before a breathless "yes" left his lips. You kissed him again, sucking on his lower lip, before pulling back and spitting in your hand. "It's not the best, sorry" he wanted to reply, but when your hand ghosted over the head of his cock, before you slick hand closed around it pushed him into a whole new sensation. It was weird, to be touched there by someone else. But not unwelcome.
He grasped at your hips, pushing you down and towards him a bit, your own erection brushing his slightly elevated thigh. He pulled you into another kiss, breaths mixing with each other as both of you tried to breathe through your noses, Oxygen soon running out despite your best efforts. You pushed back a bit, getting into a more comfortable position. Your hand gabbed him a bit harder, a loud moan being your response. You slowly started pumping up and down in a slow pace with no constant rythm. Sometimes it was all the way to the head, sometimes only a short, cut off up and down shifting.
You twisted your hand, lifting a few fingers and adding them again from time to time. Alexander's Head rested against the wall, his mouth opened, sounds leaving his vocal chords in low hums or gasps, vulnerable sound that he trusted you with. You hummed as well, seeing one of his hands grabbing the sheet, crumbling them. You wouldn't be surprised if he ripped them. The other was still bruising your hip, a thrum of slight pain shoot up, a thrum of the love he shared for you. You hummed, your hips pushing themselves forwards on his thigh to gain some friction, a movement immediately stopped by you.
This wasn't about you. This was about him. A moan escaped your lips. "Alexander-" You felt him twitch when you changed the pressure, tighenting and loosening your grip in random intervals. He moaned, trying to hold your stare, while his hand wanted to fall back. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing loud, chopped and fast. You never knew what a sight you missed out on and he never on what kind of pleasure. This Sight, you were sure, was one you'd never be able to forget, if he would leave you know... You're done for. But the way , he looked into your eyes, torso jolting forwards whenever electric signals went through his muscles, he was in just the same situation.
"Sunshine-" You knew he was close, when you felt the sticky liquid leaking onto your fingers and when he involuntarily started thrusting his hips up in a jerking motion, as if his body told him what to do and he had no choice but to comply. When he did tip over the edge, you had the feeling as if he was about to crush your hip and hand, but if this is how you lost them, it'd be worth it. The way he calmed down, his chest rising and falling abruptly, noticeably slowing down as you removed your hand, watching as the white-ish colour leaked out, gathering and spilling over the edge, cascading down as if it was a water fountain without pressure.
You smiled patiently, warmly, even though you yourself were extremely desperate. You waited until he came back to you, finally leaving this state of pure bliss. His head was flushed red, the red spreading down his neck and disappearing into his shoulders, but he slowly regained his colour. "Dear lord in heaven...", he breathed, gaping air in as much as he could, "what have you done to me?" You chuckled and smiled, "Just falling in love, my dear. Just falling in love." Alexander laughed at that, his hand on your hip grabbing your waist an coupling you back in, lips meeting again. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you're a witch that out a spell on me" You grinned, raising your hand before his eyes and wriggling your fingers. With a darker, goofy voice you ominously proclaimed: "I put a spell on you~~"
He kissed you again, his smile clear as day. You pulled back and whispered: "and now you're mine" Again, he smiled and you noticed his glasses were slightly tilted, so you took them off, driving your fingers through his hair, which was now a bit longer then when he came to you, and you put them back on. "How did you feel, Alexander, dear?" "Really good... Does it... Feel the same for you?" You hummed positively, his eyes flickering down to his thigh between your legs, he noticed your legs were a tad bit closer than before, the way your height shifted backwards, as if trying to get more and yet less touch at the same time.
"Can I help you? Can you guide me?" "You really don't need to, Alexander. We can take it slow." "What if I want to?" You breathed in. Okay. So you were doing this. You smiled again, and took his hand in yours, guiding it towards yourself. "Take it slow, Alexander, there is no need to rush, okay?" He nodded, following your lead. You leaned back a bit, your hand letting go of his and switching to his wrist, his hand bumpino against your erection. "This is the same I did to you" you took the hand you had just left and pulled him towards you, as he started to lean forwards to meet you halfway, guiding his hand to wrap around yourself
You hummed. "Now just-" "go?", He smiled at you and you let out a laugh through your nose at the throwback. "Just go." And go he did. He was careful at first, his hand staying straight as he only pumping his hand up and down, pressure nearly unnoticeable. There wasn't anything building just yet, your desire for something being satisfied. "You can experiment, Alex, I'm not gonna break", you smiled, your hand resting on the one he held himself up with. That was when his hand started moving with experimental paces, faster, slower. He applied pressure however he saw fit, a delicious thrum starting to build.
His hand alone made you feel really good, despite the basic way he used it and, oh did you wonder what he would be able to do if he was more experienced. You hummed and he applied harsh pressure suddenly, your hips thrusting up a bit. You looked at Alexander, his green eyes glimmering, as you found them still looking at you - your face. You moaned at that, your hand reaching over and pulling him even closer. His movements slowed, before he stopped completely, before his fingers feathered out a bit and he set a different pace, a different pressure. You let his shoulder go, focusing again on keeping yourself sitting.
He had an irregular pace, the harshness and actual pace of his pumps being vastly different from each other - he learned. From nothing but the things you did to him. His hand was huge compared to yours, fingers wide and calloused. So when he pushed back to your head, his spread fingers brushed the thin line at the top and you jolted like you had just experienced an electric shock, a loud gasp escaping you as well - you hadn't expected this. He stopped dead in his ministrations, studying you for a minute. Your face was flushed, you were leaned back onto your hands, eyes nearly closed, but not quite, focusing on his own.
He looked down, pushed his hand down and did the same as before, with the slide of his finger over the slit - as he got not even a similar reaction he pressed his finger ghosted over it slowly again, and another jolt ran through your body. Alexander smiled and you knew you were in for it now. He took your shoulder and gently pushed you down on the bed, kneeling between your legs. His hand lowered from the sensitive spot and his other hand sneaked there instead, finger pressing and exploring exactly where it was, eyes never leaving yours. And when he found it, oh dear lord in heaven, you prayed he'd have some mercy left for you.
With the combined experimenting pumps and moving of his fingers you were quick to grasp his shoulders, squeezing and pulling, your high approaching. You body shivered, as you called his name, fluids spilling onto his hand, as you hands gripped harder and your head fell back, breath quick but steadily slowing down. Alexander didn't look away. He sat there, a bit confused on what to do with his hand, so he just... Held it over his lap. Your cum dropping onto his bare legs. You shifted into a sitting position and gave him a smile, before noticing how lost he looked. You didn't waste time to hurry and get some tissues to wipe himself - and your hand clean with.
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After you pushed him to the shower, both of you opting to just do so together, because, why would you care now about nakedness of all times? You both got dressed, before you changed the sheets and, even though he offered to help, you ordered him to just wait a few minutes. He did. Then you gestured for him to sit on the bed with you. "So, That's what it feels like." "Everytime?" You shook your head. "Not everytime without exception. It might be more or less intense or satisfying." He seemed to hesitate to ask you the next question, but you just answered it before he could ask: "I am very satisfied, Alexander"
He smiled and took your hand, standing up and pulling you to your feet. "Let's get some snacks", he offered, giving you a kiss. You smiled as well, giving him a peck on his cheek. "Yep, let's go!"
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stepdad who gets off on being recorded
bottom ftm stepdad x top amab reader
think: gallagher hsr, joel miller, miguel o'hara, enji todoroki, etc
cw: afab language, voyeurism, creampie
When you got home early the last thing you were expecting was to hear the moans of your stepdad, let alone seeing him record himself. You couldn't ignore this, it's impossible to pry your eyes away from him through the crack of the door.
He stares at the tripod in front of him, slowly fucking himself with a thick and clear dildo. He's only wearing a button up, the buttons undone in a way to show off his big and hairy chest. You palm your boner and watch as his plump pussy sucks in the fake dick, covering it with his juicy slick. He picks up the pace and throws his head back, filling the room with even dirtier sounds. He moans your name, causing you to pause. "Gon- gonna squirt f'you~" He bites his lip. You remain still and stare at him, completely mesmerized. He squirts, just as he promised. He takes out the dildo and places it next to him. You feel your cock begging to be freed and take the dildo's place. You open up the door and he jumps in shock. "You- you're home early.." He says sheepishly.
"I had no idea that you were such a slut." You smirk, walking towards him. "You like recording yourself? Imagining your stepson fucking your slutty pussy while you whore yourself out in front of a camera?"
He nods, trembling.
"You want the real thing though, don't you?" You unbuckle your belt. He lets out a desperate whimper, cunt throbbing as he sees your hard cock in all its glory. You take his phone and position it so that it records his entire body and slap his pussy with your cock, making him twitch. You steadily inch your cock inside his warmth. "You're tight." You groan, watching his pussy swallow you with a hot and wet hug.
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Your stepdad cries out in pleasure, his head pressed against the pillow as you plow into him. The gaze of both you and his camera making it all the more pleasurable. He moans your name. "Clo- close~!"
"Gonna squirt for me again, baby?" You grin, stroking his t-dick.
"Ye- yes!" He tries to say something else but gets interrupted by his orgasm, clear liquid soaking your cock.
Your thrusts become uneven, his tight walls squeezing you encourages your cock to release everything it has inside him. Your cum floods his insides, causing your stepdad to have a small orgasm. You point the camera at his pussy and slowly pull out. You feel yourself getting hard again as you watch your cum flow out of his hole. He's so sexy.
#wicks🕯️shorts#top male reader#male reader#amab reader#tw stepcest#ftm character#sub character#afab character#dom male reader#sub male character
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whos ? subbot ! bunny hybrid ! male ! reader x domtop ! wolf hybrid ! male character | pt 2
lovin ? kinda psuedocest , feminization , breeding , degradation & praise , size kink / size difference , small reader , overstim …
your first meeting.. was a weird one. your moms telling you the two of you are going for dinner and of course this is a surprise - eating out is not a normal occurrence in your family, home cooked meals are much preferred, and you’re especially surprised when she says to dress in something nice. yet, you pick out clothes, something form flattering yet dressy, and the two of you are on your way to the restaurant when she proposes an idea, as if its from the top of her head. “why don’t we invite another to join us?”
youre naturally confused, but you don’t disagree, and reaching the restaurant, you’re greeted at your reserved table by two carnivores, huge ones at that, and your normally floppy ears perk up in interest. the younger one is tall, dark, and handsome and you’re swooning before you’ve even introduced yourself.
yet- you’re still confused. you’re not dumb, you can tell this was all previously planned and so as the night progresses a little more, you ask your mom about what’s going on. the oldest carnivore at the table barks out a little laugh, as does your mother, and the two explain that they’ve been seeing each other, and marriage is on the table.
so the tall, dark, and handsome wolf is going to be your tall, dark, and handsome brother. much less exciting than you’d have wished, although you are naturally happy for your mother. the night ends quite quickly, and the four of you say your goodbyes before parting ways.
your second meeting.. is what he can only describe as insufferable.
he thinks all of this is insanity. he swears under his breath, licking his fangs. his eyes are forced away from you- you, who is crossing your plush legs as you sit on the couch, leaning your weight on the armrest, exposing the side of your neck. a clean, soft surface is all he sees. something on you thats ready to be marked, littered with indents of his teeth and bruises that prove the presence of his lips on your neck- he adjusts himself where he sat, pulling his pants at the thighs to give relief to the problem he finds growing, quite literally, by the second. he’s afraid if he continues staring any longer he might do something he regrets.
he shouldn’t think this way, he knows he shouldn’t, he’s practically just met you, and under the promise of becoming siblings, but it’s not his fault, is it? you’re a pretty bunny boy, soft skin, soft ears, and soft tail on display for him, he’s known he was going to have a hard time since the moment he saw you - and even worse from the moment he smelt you. you’re so defenseless, the shorts that you’re wearing reveal far too much, your fair skin far too tempting, and your innocent eyes far too beautiful. he wants to ruin it all. he want’s to force you to have to put your guard up when he’s around, to rip the shorts off your plush thighs, exposing whats creating the small, compared to his, bulge in them, he wants to mark up your skin until you’re bleeding, nd he wants to strip the innocence from your eyes, forcing you to keep them closed tight as your tears struggle to crawl out.
his breath turns heavier, pants leaving his parted lips as he squeezes his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair - when he’s snapped out of his deep thoughts after your small hand is rested upon his arm and he’s suddenly aware that you’re directly in front of him- but the only thing he can focus on is your silky thighs, the cute bulge in the middle of them, and how much smaller your hand is than his because fuck, he could ruin you so easily it’s driving him insane.
a soft growl escapes from his throat and he notices the way your hand quickly retracts, and he finally tears his gaze away from his eye candy, trailing his eyes up to your face, noticing the way your long, soft ears pin backwards, as if you were a dog. worry is clear in your eyes and he raises an eyebrow, crossing his legs inconspicuously.
“are you feeling alright?” you mumble softly and his mouth opens for a second before its closed again, his fangs catching on his bottom lip. your voice is sweet like honey yet soft like velvet and his ears twitch, moving in obvious attention to you.
he doesn’t answer you, he’s not even sure if he can, choosing to simply nod his head as he stands up, towering over your small frame. he thinks he hears a squeak escape from you and his hard cock twitches in his pants, flitting through every fantasy that involves your mouth.
your third, fourth and fifth can all be considered normal, but your sixth meeting.. is surprisingly his breaking point.
he prides himself on his restraint. his ability to control his emotions, his urges- but the two of you are at your mothers house, and you are, as usual, far too relaxed, and wearing far too little clothing. he sits on a chair outside in the backyard, the shade a willow tree provides and the gentle wind cooling his face - while his lower half burns in desperation.
you’re none the wiser, innocently indulging in boy-ish behavior as you scavenge green grass for anything that may catch your eye, knees bending the blades underneath you. your back is to him - of course it is, he cant seem to catch a break, he mumbles irritatedly, curling his hands into fists from where they sat on the rests of the chair, his piercing eyes fixated on the curve of your ass, the arch of your back, the squish of your thighs, and the way he can perfectly see a prominent imprint of your balls when you bend far enough forward.
for a few moments he thinks you’re doing this on purpose, that you know of his perverted thoughts and are doing this to maybe punish him, but when your soft ears perk up, and you look back at him with sparkling eyes, a grin on your face to tell him that you’ve found, hell, a cool rock? he knows you wouldn’t do that. you couldn’t do that, you’re too dense to even notice the raging hard on in his pants every time you so much as giggle.
the two of you are inside now, still left alone with each other and you decide to join him where he stood in the kitchen, hungry for something. you open the fridge, leaning down to slide the fruit drawer open, bending at the waist and fuck..
“hm?” you ask, perking up, leaning over to peek at him from behind the fridge door. did he say that aloud?
he scans your face a few minutes before striding over to where you stood. your nose twitches in confusion and despite not being scared, your ears pin themselves back, like a dog. you take a step away from the fridge, beginning to close the door behind you before he’s on you, pressing his arm past your head quickly, closing the fridge door with a bang. you jump slightly, staring at him with big, confused, and worried eyes and his cock fucking jumps because -
“do you know that i.. am a predator?” he mumbles, looking down his nose at you with lidded eyes.
theres a flash of fear in your expression and your mouth gapes slightly. “i know.” you squeak after a beat of silence, trembling hands coming to hold onto your shirt at the chest area
“you know?” he repeats, tilting his head lightly, eyes narrowing as you nod, barely noticeable. “you don’t act like you know.”
a sharp breath escapes you and it takes a minute for you to think of an answer, treading lightly.
“how am i supposed.. to act?”
“..be wary of me. act like at any moment i will pounce on you because fuck, i could.” he growls slightly, moving himself so his forearm is propping him up on the fridge and not his hand - making an already close proximity impossibly closer.
“you could?” you repeat, staring up at him with the same big, innocent eyes but now theres something missing - the worry. the fear. “why haven’t you?” it’s a small mumble, almost a nervous stammer, quiet and hesitant but he heard it. of course he heard it, you’re the only thing he is - and has been focusing on for days.
his heavy breaths pick up, and his stare never falters from your face, slowly scanning your features with calculating movements, immediately catching any change, so when a smile creeps on your lips, a little less innocent than your eyes and in a way, teasing, he catches it. immediately. and he pounces.
a desperate, muffled cry escapes from your wet lips, his big fingers pressing against your soft tongue, sometimes slipping so far back they’d tease your uvula, making you choke around his digits. his big, thick cock presses against your flush thigh for just a moment, leaving a trail of precum.
his hand that wasnt occupied in keeping you a little quieter is three fingers into your hole, tapping your prostate so hard your body jerks with every press. he’s skilled with his hands, a cocky grin overtaking his face as his ears twitch with every cute sound from your throat and every sloppy sound from your asshole. you’re tight, too tight, he’s not quite sure his dick will fit passed the tip, but he knows you want it, and god knows he wants it too.
the thought of filling you up, of wrecking your small body and moulding you into a cockwhore for him has been infecting his mind like a virus, and he’d be damned if he stopped for anything but a safe word.
a sob fills his ears and suddenly he realizes you’d came a few seconds ago, your legs trembling and kicking up from overstimulation, sensitive dick pressing into the mattress involuntarily before jerking away.
he coos, quite condescendingly, slipping his wet fingers out of your hole, placing a light tap on your balls.
“was it too much for you, bunny?” he asks, pulling you up so your back was flush with his chest, watching as you nod with a dazed look on your tear filled face.
“yeah?” a mischievous grin that you’re unable to see spreads across his lips and wandering hands snake around you, squeezing your pretty thighs, before grasping your hard cock. his breath hitches as his entire hand envelops your small cock and his own twitches, a groan escaping his throat.
“fuck,” he laughs, watching as your hips attempt to pull away from his hand. “so fuckin small compared to me.” he grins, beginning to fist your cock, twisting his wrist around it. your reaction is immediate, a loud wail echoing through the room, your hands reaching out to clasp around his bigger one in a silent plea for mercy.
with reluctance, he gives it to you, letting you fall forward on to the bed. you sniffle, hiccuping softly before pushing yourself to your knees, arching your back as far as you could with your chest to the bed, presenting your ass to him, your fluffy tail wagging in desperation.
his mouth practically waters, hand finding its way down to his dick, closing it around himself before you reach your hands behind, spreading yourself apart to expose your twitching hole. this was you submitting , giving him full control of your body and the situation, and suddenly his instincts were screaming at him to breed you. to rut into you so much that his cum was spilling out, to imprint himself onto you, and to knock you up. to fuck you so full you had to carry his pups.
his stomach coiled and suddenly he couldn’t think, he couldn’t reason. the only thing clear to him was to breed, breed, breed.
he flips you onto your back, using a generous amount of lube, allowing his cockhead to catch onto your hole. you whimper - he’s bigger than his fingers - much thicker, much longer, and much, much hotter. you barely have time to prepare yourself before he’s grabbing your thighs in his hands, the skin spilling over his fingers at how tight his grip is - and suddenly his cock is fucked into you at full force. he bottoms out first thing and even the sound of your voice is delayed, the air being punched from your chest as your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, before a loud shriek does jump through his ears as he begins rutting into you, as if he were a dog in heat.
overtaken with how tight you are around him, and how small you are compared to him, he presses your knees up, bending you in half, watching his big cock sink into your tight hole, and the sight is almost what tips him over.
“fu-huck,” he moans, his pelvis slapping harshly against your thighs with every sharp, deliberate piston of his hips. “takin’ me so well baby, pretty cunts sucking me in so nicely.”
his deep voice riddled with obvious need and want has your ass squeezing around him, your dick twitching as it slaps against your stomach with every rough thrust.
your noises are punched out of you and then cut off with every thrust, the harshness of them making your brain spin and legs convulse. his hold on you does nothing to hide the shaking of your thighs and body, and it makes him groan in satisfaction, a smug smirk overtaking his face.
your drool and tears slide down your chin, pretty, soaked eyelashes batting quickly as you struggle between keeping your eyes open or letting them roll back. his large frame adjusts on top of you, thrusts never faltering despite his red, burning cock growing closer to release. the new angle allows him to hold your legs flush to your chest with his shoulders, while giving room to hold your clawing hands into place and he smirks, before leaning back slightly - and his entire body jerks forward, mouth falling open, fangs baring to pierce harshly into your neck as his eyes roll back because fuck - the bulge in your soft stomach is proof enough that he’s making room in your gut for his huge cock, because you’re just so fucking small.
you kick and cry at his teeth piercing your skin because it hurts, it hurts, but you’re marked and claimed and now he wont stop. teeth covering the expanse of your neck, cock drilling into your prostate with no sign of stopping anytime soon. all you can do is take it like a whore.
“thas’ it.. good girl, my cock was jus’ made for you, isn’t that right, bunny?” he growls and your hard cock spits out something like cum again at just his words because god, his deep voice, the constant stimulation on your prostate and the dirty talk did something to you.
he’s rutting into you so roughly, goin’ so hard nd deep, and you claw at his shoulders, blunt nails doing no real damage, begging him with wails and sobs to hurry up and cum because your tiny cock is so spent nd your tight hole is gonna be gaping afterwards with the effort of fitting such a large cock into you.
for a moment you think this was a bad idea - you think that he wont stop until you’re passed out, his instincts running his brain too wild, but with a thrust up into your stomach and a press down onto his cock bulge from the outside - with help from a desperate wail and a squeal that escaped your mouth - he’s cumming buckets into your soft stomach with a mumbled, “gonna fuckin breed you bunny,” pumping his hot, sticky load into you, filling you so much it’s leakin’ onto the sheets, his knot pressing painfully against your ass hole, threatening a breach as he ruts up feverishly, growls and titters leaving his throat, canines biting into his lip.
hellooo, im kiyoshi, your writer, nd his is my first fanfiction ! its very self indulgent, nd eng isn’t my first language but if you enjoyed, this is me askin’ you to please reblog nd maybe even follow me to support writers ! we can become great friends ! ^.^
#sub male reader#bottom male reader#bottom reader#sub reader#bottom gn reader#sub gn reader#amab reader#dom male character#top male character#bunny hybrid#wolf hybrid#knotting cw#feminization cw#psuedocest cw#top jjk#top cod#top gojo satoru#top mha#dom top character#sub nsft#dom nsft#xo . kitoshii
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amab masc!reader x bot!price
Your captain who just adores to bury his face into you, no matter when or where.
On a mission? He'll nuzzle into your shoulder in the truck or helicopter between locations. He's not even fussed when the others wolf-whistle or take pictures, just hums and gives them the middle finger.
In the mornings? You'll wake up with him snuggled by your side: as close to you as physically possible, fast asleep with his beard tickling your bare skin. You run a hand through his tussled hair, watching his pretty eyes flutter open as he murmurs a tired "mornin', my boy," and wraps his arms tighter around you.
You need to fix something high up? He'll come up to you with a soft smile, then burrow his face into your thigh, one hand on your lower back to make sure you don't fall off the chair or desk you're precariously standing on.
You're hard? This gentleman will be on his knees the second you ask him to, taking as much of you in his mouth as he can until he's at the base, teary eyes closed as he nestles his nose into your course hair, breathing in your musk and trying not to gag.
#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#gotta do more price ones where he SPEAKS#need to write more where the characters speak in general#cod men x male reader#john price x male reader#john price#john price x reader#john price x you#x male reader#x masc reader#x amab reader#cod x amab reader#cod x male reader#cw smut#cod smut#bottom cod men
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thinking about pretty boys who want to be broken so bad. pretty boys who touch themselves daily to the thought of you using them however, and whenever you want, pretty boys who can never look you in the eye when you talk face to face, because theyre sure if you hold eye contact long enough you’ll figure them out; you’ll realize they’ve been jerking their pathetic cocks to the mere thought of you- maybe they’re afraid you’ll realize you’re missing a pillowcase, your favorite shirt, maybe even your underwear- but what they don’t realize is that you already know. you know about the countless occasions where they’ve snuck into your room, the many nights your name was called into the empty air, and the multiple times they’ve turned in early to do something about the raging hard on inside their briefs.
thinking about pretty boys who, when you finally decide to do something about it, deny your allegations with their cock pressing uncomfortably against their pants, pretty boys who crumble the second you touch them, moaning like a whore when your hand so much as grazes against their dick, and pretty boys who beg for more, even though they’re all spent because they’ve been wanting this for so so long.
könig, gojo, geto, armin — your favorites
im scared to proof read this its so bad & v lazy i’m sorry
#top reader#sub character#top amab reader#sub gojo#sub geto#sub armin#sub konig#sub jjk#top gn reader#gojo x top reader#☆ shuowrites
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Imagine if reader is completely okay with their s/o being a yandere. Like, the reader greets their yandere with a friendly smile after catching yandere throwing out the body of their co-worker who was a bit too touchy with them, and reader just tells them to not get dirty. Reader's friends are concerned about them being in a relationship with yandere, but they tell their friends that yandere is just very protective over reader and wants to keep them safe.
While reader and yandere are cuddling on the couch, yandere goes on to ramble about every little detail they love about reader, from the scent of their hair, to how soft reader's hands are. But soon the rambles turn dark and possessive, from yandere telling reader about how they would kill anyone who touch them or got in the way of their relationship, and the excruciating details of how they would end someone. And reader just kisses yandere on their forehead and just holds them closer. They tell yandere that no matter what, they would never leave them, and that they will always love them.
Yandere tears up and starts crying onto reader's shoulder. Now, reader knows that yandere is faking their tears, but they couldn't help but still comfort them. Crocodile tears or not, they hate seeing yandere upset. So they comfort yandere with soft kisses and back rubs, until they ask what they could do to make yandere feel better. Yandere smiles devilishly in reader's shoulder before bringing their face up to meet reader's, their sad façade back on. "Can you show me how much you love me?" yandere pouts "innocently" before their hand clutches onto reader's soft dick. Reader smiles warmly at yandere, "Of course."
-> part two
#cw yandere#amab reader#top male reader#dom male reader#seme male reader#x male reader#male reader#top!reader#top reader#dom!reader#dom reader#sub character#sub yandere#yandere x reader#yandere#soft yandere
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MULTI MEN 香菸 ── `` bottom char. top reader. cockwarming. thighjob.
everyone knows how fun it is to watch your partner squirm and clench around your dick as they try their hardest to sit still and simply cockwarm you.
but what about their thighs warming you instead? think about this; you’re laying down with them carefully resting on your stomach, your cock in between their thighs. they’re using every ounce of self-control to not touch your tip that just happens to leak pre-cum. you wouldn’t be mad if they tapped at your slit, right?
and you seriously can’t believe that they won’t squeeze their legs around your dick, because they will. they would rub their soft thighs along your shaft, enticing you to fuck them already.
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#진 cigarettes.#top!reader#top reader#dom!reader#dom reader#top male reader#top gn reader#amab!reader#male!reader#gn!reader#amab reader#x top male reader#x top reader#x dom male reader#x dom reader#x amab reader#x male reader#x gn reader#x male smut#sub character#bottom character#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#sub jjk#cod smut#sub cod#call of duty smut#valorant smut#atsv smut#sub atsv
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When he would care less about you but he could be obsessed with you and how you feel all the time, 24/7, 365, at a 100%
When he would literally watch you burn if he came to it, but he could hold your hand while running his thumb over your knuckles
He would literally be the cause of your torment, but he could give you a back massage after a long day
When he literally is a monstrous excuse for a human, that barely resembles one in both looks and morality, but, he could beg for you to cum on his fat stupid cock
#꧁i should shut up꧂#writing#oneshots#msub#femreader#dom reader#sub character#domreader#fanfic#oneshot#male reader#malereader#m4a#female reader#femalereader#fem reader#afab reader#amab character#afabreader#amabcharacter#obsessive love#obsession#perfect man#love this#would kill for this#sukuna#Toji#monsters#true form sukuna#manifesting
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The pretty enby with monolids and locs.
And without hair, because I love how their face came out here.
#arcane#twelve#biracial#indonesian#black#original nonbinary character#non binary#nonbinary#amab character
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mmmfgh perverted stalker,,,
stalker gets caught rummaging through your stuff and is very apologetic!!
yandere!sub!stalker x dom!male!reader, nsfw, harrassing stalker, good boy mentions
you had to have known,,, you weren't that daft, right? he wanted it to be a surprise, originally - him showing up, but he just can't help himself,,, leaving little gifts behind in your home to send messages that he existed... you had to have known, right?!!
ㅡand you did - of course you did! you liked the thought of someone watching you - the thought of someone being that much of a depraved freak to watch you jerk off in your humble abode all splayed out... you, who purposefully leaves the blinds open,,, to the window that gives a full view of your spread legs and erect cock being lathered in your spit coated hand to whoever is peering in,,,,...
he wanted to get caught !! that's exactly why he shows up on such a busy day... and he's so happy,,, so happy that he gets what he wants. so happy that he so carefully tracked your schedule,,,, you, walking in on him inhaling your dirty clothesㅡmanhandling him in defense ㅡ ignoring his whines and nearly sobbing excuses of how much he loves youㅡexcuses that were utter bullshit. your darling little stalker 'mastering' the art of manipulation... it's not gonna work on you...,,,,
you heave, inhaling sharply with your groin pressed against his squishy,, round ass,,, keeping him trapped against your wall with his arms held behind his back - such a lewd position, so easy to take advantage of him,,, you knew him. he's your little friend who frequents your retail job - a familiar face you always recognized amongst the sea of crowds,,,, always bothering you and making passes at you,,, what a gross little freak.
"you gonna be a good boy, stranger?" smug. handling your very much dangerous stalker with very little cautiousness as you push his face into the wall,,,, "are you gonna be a good boy for me?" you cooed sweetly, blowing gently into the shell of his ear n relishing in the way he trembles and whorishly presses his ass back into your cock with such animalistic moans,,,
"f-fuck, yes - i'm gonna be s-such a good boy just - fucking put it in-!" begging for you to fill him up - make him feel full with your cum, make him gag on the tip of your cock with how fucking deep you reach in his taut, painfully stretched hole,,, anal plug teased out,,, stretched and ready for use,,,
ㅡthat's how he likes to treat himself... a poor man who so desperately wants to be branded your 'cumdump'. watching the camera feed of you in your home while bouncing on a silicone cock and stroking his overtly sensitive prick at a desperate pace. always... stalking you with a hand in his pants,,, and anal plug buried deep inside him-! and now to finally ㅡ to finally touch you, to have you touch him-!! shitㅡplease don't mention the sporadic wet spot of cum...
hand keeping his wrists together,,, your free hand grabbing a fistful of his hair - tugging his head back with little care whilst keeping your erection buried in his ass... the sight of his saliva glossy lips parted and eyes nearly rolling back fueling your depravity as he needily shoves himself into you, rubbing his ass onto your cock,,,
"that's not how good boys talk..." you scold quietly, and he shivers. you were so... softspoken,,, a complete contrast to how you're reprimanding him and grinding your erection into himㅡmaking absolute sure that he feels how hard you are,,, how needy you are to use your stalkers' holes,,,, even more needy as he is?,,, mumbling about breeding him... dumbing him down with your cock to keep him hostage as your little houswife to pump full of your cum into his ear,, not that he'd mind in the slightest,,,??,
#x male reader#x top male reader#x dom male reader#top male reader#dom male reader#amab reader :3#amab character :3#sub male yandere#i have another draft very similar to this its my favorite nnfgh
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♡︎ 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠’𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 ♡︎
anon asked: Soo I saw you take requests even for npc's so I figured I'd shoot my shot or whatever though I know you have a lot of asks so if this stresses you out don't worry about it but the fatui pyro agents? The fucker with the fire knives? Yeah that bitch? I firmly belive someone should fuck him till he crys and begs to cum
characters: sub!fatui agent x nb!dom!reader
warnings: overstimulation, orgasm denial, begging, dacryphillia, “master” kink, hair pulling, exhibitionism, degrading, size kink, dumbification, creampie, cock can be interpreted as a strap on!
notes: nobu back in her horny era! on today’s post we have, fucking an npc stupid! repost bc tumblr can’t win against me
how did it come to this? with the strong, reliable, capable agent being railed stupid as his supposed next target keeps his salacious sobs and cries of pleasure silent with their bigger hand, the other holding his leg up. pushing it up further and further into an impossibly hard angle as he claws at the doors of northland bank.
a mewl slips out of his mouth as his target slips their hand off of their mouth, instead opting to keep him up by fisting at his short, grey locks. the tears that were welling in his eyes starts to fall as a drool slips from his lips and down to the floor. legs shaking as his hips weakly, pathetically twitched back to meet up with your thrusts.
“maah-! master! please!! not-noT HEREE MNGGH!♡︎♡︎” biting down on his already bruised and bleeding lips, the agent lets out another sob as he felt his orgasm approaching.
everything felt too much but so little at the same time. he wanted more. more of your cock, more of your cum, more more more!!
the fatuus felt your cock split him open. veiny, long girth breaking him apart as the tip harshly kissed his prostate over and over again. archons, he didn’t even know something like that existed until you forcibly pushed him inside one of the empty rooms of his workplace and had your way with him.
he wanted it, he craved it - no. he needed it.
needed to be fucked by you until his mind breaks, leaving behind nothing but the delicious feeling of your strap forcing him open over and over.
needed to hear you call him degrading names as tears fall from his eyes. sobbing and keening loudly, unable to form any sentences. not even a single plea to save himself and his pride.
needed to trash around as you placed a hand over the bump on his stomach. pushing on the growing bulge of your cock and cum mixed together as he writhes against the wall, sliding down more and more as your large hands on his waist leaves bruises.
needed it as you forced him not to cum again as the strap pours another large amount of cum into his gaping hole. almost falling down to the floor if it wasn’t for your strong arms keeping him up.
needed to beg. whine, wail, keen as you wrap a hand around the angry tip of his cock, placing your thumb over his dripping slit as he begged you in a heap of mess. trying to get the blinding feeling of finally cumming.
“mas-! master!! maste-anngh haah mmph♡︎♡︎!! please? pleasepleasepleaseplease-♡︎♡︎!!” another orgasm denial as you force his smaller body flush against the wall while still continuing to pound into his hole.
the fatuus’ leg shook horribly, standing on his tiptoes as you forced his walls to get used to your size, to remember your shape, to carve every little detail into his mind, into his body. into his prostate.
“you’re not gonna cum haah fuck- until i allow you to. got it, slut?” whispering in a hoarse voice next to his ear, you continued to pound into his sensitive spots. not even caring that the amount of cum you forced him to take dripping down his shaking thighs. some even dripping down to the floor, mixing with his tears and drool.
“yes-! yes master! master! master! my master♡︎♡︎♡︎!!” drunkenly blabbering about some random gibberish, the agent let out another whine as your seeds filled him up again. the skin of his stomach stretching more and more as if his body craved your cum.
finally feeling satisfied with how much you filled him up, you stood up straight to look at the beautiful art you created out of him.
trembling body flush against the wall as his hands desperately clawed at the stone, legs barely holding himself up only thanks to your help. large amount of cum gushing and slipping out from around your strap, dripping down, staining the perfect, wooden floor of the bank.
what a perfect toy you found for yourself.
slipping yourself out, you ignored his babbles about sex drunken shit before pulling out a toy from your bag - a butplug.
fingering the cum back into his fluttering hole, you plugged him close with the toy. a lewd shlick! coming out followed by the agent’s sobs.
“keep them all inside until our next meeting okay, my slut?” giving a warning squeeze to his still shaking thighs, a cruel grin spread across your face as he nodded dumbly.
maybe you should do this to him more often.
#nobu.writes#sub genshin impact#sub genshin#sub!genshin#sub!genshin impact#sub yandere#sub fatui#fatui x reader#fatui x you#fatui smut#fatui agent#genshin impact x reader smut#genshin impact smut#genshin x reader smut#genshin smut#sub!character#dom fem reader#dom male reader#dom amab reader#dom afab reader#dom!reader#dom gn reader#x dom reader#dom reader#dom!fem!reader#dom!amab reader
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Tw. Dom!Amab!Reader x Sub!Afab!Suguru, overstimulation, breeding kink kinda, multiple orgasms, squirting, Afab terms used to describe Suguru, size kink kinda, brief mention of somnophilia at the end.
Just a random thought about 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚..
Yall saw in the latest episode how his veiny hand looked wrapped around his lovely neck?
Now imagine 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 hands practically clawing at your back, his arms wrapped tightly around you.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 desperately holding onto you, trying to ground himself and focus on something other than your massive cock drilling into his tight pussy as you force his body into mating press.
Your large hands grip the flesh of his thighs as you hold his knees against his shoulders, his feet dangle in the air, his toes curl and his muscles tense as you keep pounding his soaking pussy with the pace of a wild fucking animal.
It's not a comfortable position at all but neither of you care. You're both too caught up in the mind numbing feeling of each other's bodies.
Theres no words being spoken just your low grunts and groans, 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 whiney, broken moans and whimpers and the frankly sinful sound of your hips slamming against 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 the slick, plaph sound 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 pussy and your dick makes each time you ram your entire length inside his pussy drives you insane.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 warm, wet, gummy walls envelope your entire cock in the most blissful feeling you've ever had the pleasure of indulging in.
You could get lost in his pussy, God it feels so good you want to keep your dick in him forever.
And it's just as enjoyable for 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚, the feeling of your hard shaft driving its way into his pussy, hitting every sweet spot.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 feels so full as you use your entire body weight to hold him down and somehow drive your dick deeper inside him.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 head flies back, his eyes screw shut and his mouth open yet no sound comes out. His pussy clenches on your dick like a vice as he cums.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 pussy is so sensitive and swollen, he just came but your movements don't falter, in fact they speed up.
The feeling of his pussy clenching on your dick, the slick feeling of his cum surrounding your entire length sends you into overdrive.
All you want to do is pump his pussy full of your cum so you speed up, driving yourself closer to the edge.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 whines pathetically, the overstimulation becoming almost too much for him.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 body jerks violently as he cums again, he's thrashing in your grip as you bully your cock into his pussy, desperately chasing your release.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 doesn't know if he wants to pull away or pull you closer so you cum directly into his womb and fill him to the brim.
Your grunts and low growls get louder and more desperate as you reach your climax. Your dick twitches inside 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 pussy.
The knot in your stomach is about to break but 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 thrashing is making it hard for you to fuck him properly so you bring one of your large hands down to his clit.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 too overstimulated and fucked out to realize what you're doing then his eyes roll to the back of his head, his jaw goes slack, his toes curl and his body tenses, freezing completely as you roll his clit between your fingers.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 squirts all over the both of you, his warm cum and the tightness of his pussy send you over the edge as the knot in your stomach breaks.
Your hips stutter and you groan loudly as you completely sheath your entire length inside his pussy, the tip of your dick touches his cervix as a bludge appears on his tummy and you pump his womb full of your thick, hot cum.
𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚 lets out a downright pornographic moan as his womb gets filled with your cum. He can feel your tip against his cervix pumping your cum directly into his womb, your length twitching inside his tight walls, your rough fingers still relentlessly rub his clit raw, working him through his orgasm.
It's too much as fat tears roll down his face, his eyes glaze over and his entire body goes limp, his hands stop clawing at your back and fall to his sides, his chest heaves up and down as he tries to catch his breath.
Black spots start to cloud his vision and he passes out from the overstimulation and sheer exhaustion.
Your dick is still twitching and pumping him full of cum as you try and stabilize your breathing. You look down at the now unconscious 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚.
His eyes are closed, his plump lips are slightly parted, his long black hair clings to his face as sweat glistens across his skin, which is covered in bites and bruises.
Your eyes trail down his muscular body to where the two of you are connected and you groan as you feel your dick getting hard again at the sight of 𝕾𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖗𝖚'𝖘 swollen, abused pussy stuffed with your dick, leaking your cum, his clit is puffy and red and sudden you have the overwhelming urge to fuck your cum back into him even if hes unconscious.
Okay random thought over that's all I got.
#random thought i had#dom male reader#seme male reader#top male reader#male reader#afab character#amab reader#sub suguru geto#suguru x male reader#ftm sub#im high#akumakosuketoughts#drabble#sub jjk#sub character#ftm character
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currently thinking about guys who need to feel full—large cocks up their cunt and ass, cute bulges above their navel from how well they're filled up. i wanna have a guy in my lap all nice n' full, my cock throbbing where it's buried deep in his cunt as a thick dildo is stretching out his ass.
he wouldn't even ask me to move; instead, he'll be sitting comfy but throbbing, his own cock achey, over my thighs. he'd be leaking all over both our laps, a sticky-wet mess, yet he'd just be sweetly dozing, mind muddled and swaddled in soft cotton. i can nudge him or kiss his forehead, and he'll only reply with a lil' mumble or quiet moan.
"comfy?" i could ask, but i'll already know the answer. he'd be dozing, for chrissake—who could doze if they weren't comfy? i digress; rather, maybe i'd ask if he wants to cum. except he won't reply because his ears are overflowing with the cotton in his pretty mind, so that's out of the question.
i think, then, that maybe it'd be best to be quiet. quiet as the guy on my lap is filled to the brim and contentedly murmuring little nothings into my neck; quiet as he is, all full and content.
#lol#top reader#top amab reader#dom reader#ftm sub#ftm smut#sub character#sub genshin#genshin smut#imagine ur fav is the pretty boy#idk what else to tell ya#trans nsft#ftm nsft
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NSFW
Taking care of Alastor for the first time
INCLUDES: aspec Alastor, trans Alastor, sub bottom Alastor, dom top reader, amab reader, established relationship, cunnilingus, creampie
Alastor has no idea what he’s doing.
He’s laying below you on the bed, tail wagging relentlessly as it’s squished between the bedsheets and his back, and he’s wet.
Usually when this bizarre feeling occurs, when Alastor gets… needy, he’ll close his eyes and deal with it himself.
But now that you’re his partner and you’re so willing to help him, he agrees.
So there you are, face between his thighs as his body makes obscene noises in reaction to your eager tongue.
And Alastor feels like he’s on top of the world, grinding against your face for more and more until he finally gushes onto your tongue.
He politely hands you a towel and watches as you lick your lips.
He’s tempted to go further, and empty feeling settles in his belly, and he almost says nothing about it before he spots the tent in your pants.
“I would like you to make love to me,”
And you chuckle and agree, because he’s clearly as desperate as you are, so why not?
You kiss the scars on his chest as you sink inside, watching as Alastor’s back arches up in response.
Gently, you guide your cock in a little deeper with each thrust, taking things slow and watching as Alastor’s eyes begin to wet.
“Sorry, sorry, it just- it’s so much, and it’s so good,”
And you nod in agreement, leaning down to kiss at Alastor’s neck until you’re bottomed out.
He looks so dazed and pleased when you start to make love to him properly, his legs wrapped around your hips to keep you close.
Eventually, you warn him that you’re going to pull out, and he shakes his head insistently.
“No you’re not, you’re not moving until I finish,”
And you agree.
Finally, your hips stutter as you fill him up, rubbing at Alastor’s clit while you’re still connected and bringing him to orgasm soon after.
(You cannot pull out no matter how hard you try, even after Alastor falls asleep.)
#dom top reader#dom male reader#top male reader#hazbin hotel#sub hazbin hotel#sub alastor#bottom alastor#aspec alastor#trans alastor#trans character written by trans writer#amab reader#bottom character
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