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the price for misbehaving (i)
Alastor in the rut x gn!reader
WARNINGS; 18+, reader has female parts, horniness, hormones, deer!demon!reader, doe!demon!reader, breeding!k1nk, primal instincts, premature ejaculation, mentions of deer mating season, dry humping, penetrative sex, marking & biting, masturbation, friends to lovers, very descriptive, smut with emotion, corn with plot, fictional man being pathetic
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I somehow always manage to write more than originally planned, so this is big. Also, this is my first time writing a gender neutral reader I'm still learning.
my original idea ~following part~SOON*
Alastor is the radio demon. You have no clue how he manages to behave like he's the epitome of etiquette and a true gentleman, while also having the reputation of one of the most dangerous citizens of Hell, an overlord, a sinister killer and a cannibal.
Alastor is your friend. You fell in Hell three decades after him, but the fact that you're also a deer demon seemed to get him interested in you. His smile is less a sign of dominance and more one of sympathy around you. What's more, the radio demon is a tad bit protective when it comes to you. You'll never know it, but Alastor has his way of keeping you safe, discreetly pulling the strings, luckily for your sake.
He had been missing for years and when he had come to your door, big grin, shiny hooves and polished cane and had told you about the "Hazbin Hotel" you hadn't questioned much. It was weird that someone like him would back up Lucifer's daughter on such an idealistic plan, but with the extermination being a constant bane in your life, you had agreed heartily. You had wrapped your arms around Alastor's lean frame in a never recorpirated hug and you'd been off to your new place of residence.
You like the hotel. You and Niffty are old friends, the barman is a familiar face and Charlie is thrilled to have you here. The other residents have been no trouble to you, so you've managed to adjust to your new lifestyle no problem.
Let's not forget one thing though, you're all sinners and Alastor is ten times the amount you are. This comes with consequences for him. Alastor is bound to face an eternal struggle against his animal side, a struggle that he's been destined to lose. According to Angel, the radio demon you call your friend would identify as asexual had he been born later on Earth. But even with that, the urges he has to experience during the rutting season can't be prevented. You're still unaware your friend has to go through this.
But that's Alastor's price for misbehaving.
It's another evening at the hotel.
Charlie and Vaggie are on a date and that means no planned activities for the rest of you. You like the peace and quiet. Your deer ears are lowered in concentration as you're sitting on the couch of the lounge area, reading a book which has turned out to be a sick and twisted edition of Pride & Prejudice.
Alastor's been very distant since the beginning of autumn. More than usual. It's almost October now... and it has peaked your interest why he has been spending whole days locked up in his quarters. Sometime during September, you two had been chatting merrily about jazz, when all of a sudden his pupils had shrank and he had let out an uncharacteristically shaky sigh. You remember how his breathing had sped up and he had smiled politely before vanishing into thin air.
You're about to stand up and go to your room, when your ears practically perk up at the sound of static. You know this sound... and even though it usually means bad news, you look up and give the source of it a little smile. "Oh, hi Al..."
Alastor's antlers begin to grow, but he can control himself for now. The rutting starts hitting him with a new wave of frustration and it's getting worse now that he's in your presence.
"My favorite y/n! What are you reading my dear?", his grin and confidence hide how vulnerable he feels in this state.
"Charlie gifted me some of her old books and-"
"Oh Charlie! She is a gem, isn't she?" Alastor suddenly leans to the side, as if trying to scratch something out of his hair. His face quickly returns back to its normal grin... but he also begins to scratch his arm.
You chuckle awkwardly. Why is he looking so irritable?
"Well, she's so nice, I can't disagree with you there... and I'm glad she finally decided to take some time off to spend with her girlfriend." He laughs, showing off his sharp teeth as you initiate in the small talk.
Alastor can feel a voice deep within calling him to give in and claim you, breed you 'till his hunger is satisfied. The radio demon's expression fades to an empty, dull stare, as his instincts fight against him. Now you're feeling uneasy and you shift in your seat.
"Ah- sorry dear. Got caught up there, I forgot myself." Alastor takes a quick breath, his eyes narrow as he struggles to stay in control. "Don't you worry y/n! I'm certainly quite harmless."
He's in full rutting mode, his voice starts becoming breathy, the animalistic urges taking over. It's only getting worse as he stands close to you, the hormones increasing his urge to be near you, to make you his and his alone-
His voice is hoarse now and his breathing is heavier. "Have you seen Niffty by chance?" His ears move as if they're itching him.
You clear your throat and try to keep your curiosity regarding his behavior at bay. "I'm afraid I haven't, she's probably killing bugs somewhere..."
Alastor's expression shifts to one of pure annoyance. To your oblivious so far mind, Al is probably just pissed off at something. "Well then, if you happen to see her, do tell her she better not disturb me at my room... and don't you dare forget it my dear!"
"I- I won't."
His pupils almost completely disappear as he stares at you and his mouth curls into a snarl with his yellowish teeth out. He has a hypnotic effect on you, you're beginning to feel lightheaded being near him. He takes a step back, moving a safe distance away from you, because he feels like he's gonna launch on you at any given moment. Alastor is getting tired of trying to maintain his composure around you.
He hates how shallow his breathing has become, how the urge to take you has become too much for him to bear. A low growling noise escapes him. Alastor watches you as you resume your previous activity of reading. Humiliated from his lack of control and frustrated from the stinging sensation in his loins he slips away from the lounge.
Alastor is alone now, his eyes wild with lust and desperation as he looks around his room in a frenzy. He grabs a pillow and starts rubbing his groin against it. He feels like his body is melting from all the heat... he can't help but imagine the pillow is your backside.
"Oh~", he breathes out raggedly, his inhales shallower and shallower as his imagination toys with him. You'd look so delicious in the place of the lifeless pillow... Alastor's heart is racing and his antlers have grown sharp and tall on his head. He is overwhelmed, being rather sexually unbothered the rest of the year has made his shaft extra sensitive .
...why him? Why does he have to go through this rutting thing? It makes him feel powerless and he hates it...
Alastor groans in desperation. He squeezes his eyes shut, imagining your soft skin sliding against his body... He thinks of your cute fluffy tail. You get all your clothes tailored so that there's space for it to protrude... he always tucks his in his suit pants...
In a fury, he takes off his coat and crawls on the bed, placing the pillow between his legs. He's in all fours as he humps it like a real deer.
He keeps growling, the sound mixing with static. He can't stop thinking of you- the perfect mate... another deer. Alastor's mind is playing out all these amazing things, your smile and your voice, your butt, your ears that match his own... and your neck that he'd definitely mark with his teeth if he was ever given the chance.
Alastor is in a trance. With shaky hands he curses himself for, he reaches down to his crotch and takes out his cock. His tip is flushed and swollen and he hisses as he continues to push his hips against the pillow. The deer demon grunts softly, his hips moving involuntarily with restless abandon as he pretends to be mating with a partner.
"Take that... oh~" Alastor's cock throbs painfully, desperate for release. The pillow has been providing him with some much needed friction the last few weeks, but he knows it soon won't be enough to satisfy him. His red hair is sticking to his forehead and he's panting so much, chasing his release with a desperation he'd consider pathetic, if he could focus on anything else than his tightening balls.
Alastor continues to rub against the pillow and the motion makes his deer tail slip out of his suit pants. He can feel his body heat up even more, sweat beading on his forehead as he approaches his climax.
Your curiosity has gotten the best of you. You can't concentrate on your book and all you can think of is Alastor. In any case, the other residents of the hotel are busy doing their own thing, so there's no one stopping you from walking all the way to Alastor's rooms. There's static coming from his bedroom, but what really intrigues you are the groans... they're rather guttural... You assume maybe he hunted down an animal and he's devouring it? This has to be it...
On the other side of the door, Alastor is shaking with desire and his heart is pounding. The smell of you that he assumes is part of his fantasy is driving him insane, as he is almost ready to release a torrent of hot cum on his pillow.
"Alastor?", you knock on the door.
This sudden surprise almost causes Alastor to fall over. He quickly covers his twitching member and throws the pillow away from him. One would expect him to feel embarrassed, but his first thought at being caught red handed is to kill you. Luckily for you, it's just a thought.
"Al? It's y/n. Can I come in?"
The radio demon's face contorts in desperation as he realizes how unsatisfied he feels. His hips are still rocking back and forth slightly, despite his attempts to control his body.
Why did you have to pay him a visit NOW? He was so close to finding relief...
Alastor has become desperate and not to mention agitated. What if you smell his arousal in the air? What if you look down and see the outline of his dick in his pants?!
He groans and shifts uncomfortably. The demon closes his eyes for a moment as he tries to even out his breathing.
Eventually, he shakes his head and walks to the door. He has fought against mighty overlords, he shouldn't hesitate to face his harmless friend just because he is in the rut.
Alastor doesn't want to admit it, but he most definitely is in breeding mode. Proof of that... the moment he opens the door for you, your smell becomes so strong to his heightened senses that he almost cums in his pants from it. Your friend swallows a groan.
"To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit my dear?"
Taking in his appearance, something is definitely off to your inquisitive eyes. You notice how he's only in his shirt and vest, something truly rare for the Alastor you've come to know. His bow tie is crooked and the cherry on top... you can see his tail! It's red like his ears and... moving? You wonder why. Is he in musth or something? you joke in your head.
"I was just bored in all honesty... Everyone is occupied with something. Um... you look... sick?"
"Ha!Ha! Don't be absurd y/n! You can't get any sicker than you already are in Hell!" he can't hide the slight edge from his voice. He claims he is fine, but the look on his face screams otherwise.
Alastor's temperature keeps rising, his body is so sensitive and without realizing it, he neglects to filter his voice.
"Would you like to come in?"
Your eyes widen and you look at him with genuine surprise clear on your features. He quickly catches up that he screwed, but lets it go, the shivers he's starting to experience as his unattended cock is asking for some action having gained all his focus.
The air in the room is thick and you begin to have second thoughts about your decision to come here, but it's too late for that, so you just walk in Alastor's bedroom. His quarters are always clean and intimidating like their occupant. Still, you like coming here, he's never been hostile towards you and if anything, dancing with Alastor or spilling some tea with him has always been part of your routine here at the hotel.
"Wanna dance?"
"You know I always do." Alastor manages to keep his smile and composure despite the sweat running down his back.
The jookbox starts playing on its own and you casually walk closer to your years long friend. Since he's always been much taller, you place your hands on his chest, while he wraps his own around your waist.
Alastor's lips start tingling as he looks down at your exposed neck. He bites the insides of his mouth until he tastes blood, he can't allow himself to think about you like that.
You sway back and forth in the rhythm of the old timey tunes, inevitably rubbing against him. The new found friction has him biting down on his tongue and clenching his fists behind your back until his nails are piercing his palms, otherwise he'd be howling out in despair.
Immersed in the songs you love so much, you unconsciously shift even closer to your fellow deer demon, but he harshly jerks away from you, his expression growing panicked. "H- haha... I c- can't let you d- do that my friend!"
You frown. Why can't you dance with him like you always do? ...and did the radio demon just stutter? You sigh at his lack of cheerfulness and look down.
Your now downcast gaze gives you a nice view of his... crotch area... and the said area has a raging bulge. Your first thought is to touch it and indulge in the attraction you've always felt for Alastor, but the way his antlers are growing right now and the static that's peaking up again... makes you turn to leave.
Long fingers wrap around your wrist in an instant and when you turn back at him, his eyes have changed.
"The song's not over dear y/n.", he says in the same strained tone and you swallow.
"R- right... my bad."
He has you pressed tightly against him in no time and he's swaying with you almost like he's on autopilot. And you can now feel his unbelievably hard erection against your lower body. Alastor grunts softly, his smile faltering as his cock keeps throbbing painfully within his pants, desperate for release.
The demon's eyes wander over you, taking in your form. He knows he has to maintain some semblance of control, but his hormones are off the roof. Without realizing the inappropriateness of his actions, Alastor reaches out to touch you, his fingers grazing the skin of your cheek. The demon's cock throbs even harder at the contact, leaking pre-cum in his underwear.
"You're so beautiful..."
Heat pools in your belly and your face flushes at his simple comment. He's a charmer, but that's new. His monocle slips down slightly as he leans in close, his scent of musk and arousal surrounding you.
Alastor's hands move to your hips, pulling you impossibly close. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with lust and a primal need. He presses his hips against yours and you can feel his clothed cock twitching eagerly.
His monocle falls to the floor as he loses himself in the rutting.
"Al- what's happening?"
Before you can question his unusual behaviour any further, Al presses his hardened length against your stomach with intent. A mix of frustration and pleasure is clear on his features.
To say you're surprised would be an understatement, but you don't stop him. You watch in awe as your bricked up friend loses himself to lust and his need to mate.
Your innocent dancing moment has turned into him dry humping you. He releases a guttural groan, too far gone to care about composure.
Alastor begins to grind against you faster, mimicking the movements of a rutting deer. His grip tightens around you, his need growing stronger and overwhelming. The bulge in his pants keeps pushing insistently against you, but you're so stunned by this turn of events that you grab him by the arms and take a step back.
Alastor's eyes flatter open and for a moment... he snaps out of his blurry state of mind. He straightens and clears his throat. He then gives you a stern look, with his ears lowered.
"Get out."
"B- but we were-"
"You don't want to make me repeat myself."
The moment he's alone again, Alastor works the buttons of his dress pants in a daze, freeing his swollen cock. A low growl rumbles in his chest and the deer demon is convinced that if he doesn't cum in the following minute, he's going to die a second time. He keeps making soft sounds, his body aching with the need to mate.
He had you right here, but he can't bring himself to be so vulnerable in front of someone other than himself.
What would Vox say if he found out that Alastor is forced to go through a mating season like some fucking animal? Why does the price of his sins have to manifest into some primal need to breed?
"Fffffuck!"
His mind gets fixated on the ache between his legs.
With an animalistic sound of pure lust, Alastor reaches down and wraps his fingers around one of his heavy testacles. He squeezes it gently, feeling his warm seed oozing out his slit. He leaks copious amounts of pre-cum on his crimson bedsheets. The radio demon watches, transfixed by the sight of his own seed dripping down the length of his hard dick. It's a powerful aphrodisiac for him and he can't help but imagine it spilling into you instead.
His cock twitches in anticipation and he gives in. Every day since the rutting season began, he has been trying to suppress his instincts and today has been no different, if anything, your presence made his hormones go even more nuts... and you should be happy you're not carrying his fawns by now.
Alastor begins to stroke himself, legs spread and sweat making his clothes stick to his body. His breath catches in his throat as his hips involuntarily back into his hand. The tips of his claws grow slightly and he's jerking himself off at a punishing pace now. Alastor's groans turn into pleasured whimpers as he arches his back, driving his erection deeper in his hand.
What would it feel like to finish inside you? To make you come... To have your heat contracting around his rock-hard member as you milk him past the point of no return?
"Oh- ...agh- y/n..." He's murmuring things in unknown languages, but it all comes back to your name.
Alastor's hips begin to thrust forward in time with his strokes, seeking release from the torment of his lust. He snarls and growls in a throaty manner. He physically can't take it anymore, his balls feel like they're on fire...
The radio demon's eyes roll back in his head, the pleasure is intense, but it's only fueling his desire for a real partner more. His fingers are sliding up and down his sensitive shaft and he can feel himself getting closer, but he knows that's not enough. Al's breath has become ragged, his monocle forgotten along with his pride somewhere far away... his vision is blurring...
Feeling himself nearing the edge, Alastor grits his teeth and pushes through the pain. His muscles tense... and then, he finally comes in a powerful burst of pleasure, shooting thick ropes of cum across the room. He keeps coming, his hips bucking upward, pushing his cock even deeper into his fist as he empties himself.
Alastor's orgasm was intense, almost violent, but it was the sweet release he's been craving all day long. As his climax finally begins to subside, the demon collapses back onto his bed, panting heavily.
However, his cock has remained hard and throbbing between his legs, demanding more attention as he tries to catch his breath.
Slowly, a tired Alastor sits up and glances down at his still engorged member. A part of him is reveling in the feeling of power that comes with being so thoroughly aroused. He needs to fuck something, anything, his eyes are gleaming with lust.
But hasn't he been tormented enough? Why isn't he satisfied yet?
He reaches for the nearest object. It doesn't matter what it is, as long as it can take his powerful cock and bear the brunt of his ferocious passion. With a sinister chuckle, Alastor picks up another unlucky cushion and holds it tightly against his hips. His cock jerks repeatedly as he positions himself with the head of his shaft pressing against the soft fabric.
The cushion offers little resistance but serves as an outlet for Alastor's raging desire. He pounds away at it, relentlessly, his body shaking. With the ever present sound of static, evidence of his frustration, he rhythmically pistons in and out of his makeshift partner with brutal force.
He's been doing this for weeks now, all the unsatisfied hunger making him lose his sanity bit by bit.
The radio demon's eyes are glazed over with passion. He continues fucking the cushion with savage intensity... still he wishes he could take it out on someone made of flesh and blood, someone who would react and offer him some reassurance that he's not going to pass out.
The pleasure is threatening to overwhelm Alastor once again and with labored breathing, he frantically moves his hips-
"N- no, n- no....agh-" He lets out a feral roar, spurting a sticky cumshot onto the cushion. This time, when he collapses on the mattress, he is exhausted.
He doesn't bother looking down at his angry cock, the discomfort isn't going away till the mating season ends...
...let's go back to you now.
After being so abruptly pushed away by Alastor, you went straight to your room. You have a lot to ponder over after tonight. Maybe you did have a small a crush on your friend that had allowed the situation to escalate. His behavior has been so off putting though.
You'd been proud of yourself, considering that you know Alastor better than anyone else in Hell, since he talks about everything with you over a cup of tea. He had been so excited to tell you he'll soon be back on air and he's always somewhere around you at all times. So, the fact that he just expressed sexual desire for you and then told you to leave him alone immediately after...
You would have never guessed that your fellow deer demon is interested in sex. He's been in the company of some of the most desired demons, but he's simply not into that kind of thing... Yet, he had dry humped you like some desperate animal.
His scent had been so blissful to your nostrils, that he had almost woken something primal in your own body. There's definitely a lot of tension between you two now and you hope that tomorrow he will approach you.
You sigh and get all cozy under your bed covers. How should you deal with the situation at hand? You know him. Not just the radio demon, or Alastor the cannibal, but him.
Maybe the whole redemption thing is working, but when did you start being so considerate and thoughtful of other sinners' hardships? And if your friend's hardship is a constant hard on, perhaps your services will be appreciated... or you've just been hanging out with Angel too much.
It's a new day in Hell.
You take your time getting ready before joining Niffty in the kitchen to make breakfast.
Alastor is sat on his bed, his face buried in his hands as he trembles with unwanted arousal. He's almost at the point of a nervous breakdown. The radio demon is getting angrier with himself, the urge to find you and claim you is getting worse and worse and he struggles to maintain his calm.
Alastor gets ready. His routine a bit different when in rutting mode. He first relieves some of the pressure in his balls, he then puts on a clean shirt, fixes his hair and places his red monocle back in place. And of course, his smile, because he's never fully dressed without one!
"Oh good morning my fellows! What a pleasant breakfast you seem to be having!" He prefers to eat alone, so him appearing late isn't something worth noticing... but the tenting in his trousers definitely is... and when Angel smirks mischievously at him, Alastor smiles in such an unnerving manner that the spider demon has to cower behind Husk.
"Al! Morning!", you say a bit too cheerfully. Your deer ears rise on your head to match your general attitude.
The radio demon grins at you, internally relieved you're not keeping last night against him. He rarely feels any remorse (part of why he's in Hell), but he's not proud of snapping at you last night just because he's irritable and frustrated 24/7. You're a deer demon like him, but you never get in heat like an animal, you weren't as sinister as he was when alive and therefore your punishment isn't as tormenting.
You stand up and start gathering the dishes. Charlie is eager to help you, but you manage to deny her excessive kindness for once.
Alastor swallows a guttural growl as you turn your back at him and start walking to the kitchen, your deer tail and your ass all too enticing for him. His legs begin to move against his will, following you like he's being driven purely by instinct. He is once again biting his tongue hard enough to taste the familiar to him metallic taste of blood. There is a certain strain the urge is causing him... and for once Alastor is feeling desperate for touch.
"Angel and I are going outside today, he said he wants me to meet a friend of his... um, I think her name's Cherri or something." You obviously felt his presence, his red eyes feasting on your form the whole time.
"How delightful, making new acquaintances! I am still decorating my humble station. Haha!"
"Oh, I can't wait to experience your radio show again Al! It's been so long!" His arrogant smirk is accompanied by a twitch of his stiff dick. The energy boost he feels when you acknowledge his power... it makes him dangerously lightheaded.
He walks closer to you, looming right behind you as you stretch to put something on a high self. Alastor has you trapped between the kitchen counter and his body. The demon's cock throbs painfully against the fabric of his pants. The said fabric growing damp as he grows harder.
With a frenzied urgency, Alastor gives in to his animal side and leans in, his hot breath in your ear is sending shivers down your spine, your pupils dilating.
"Do you even realize what you've been doing to me sweet y/n?"
He is getting impatient... and when you don't answer him immediately, he presses his tent against your ass. "Do you my little deer?"
The sound of static feels the air, his voice distorted and his breathing heavier than before. "You... have no idea how much I want- no... how much I need this, with you."
You swallow, your own breath has sped up and heat has pooled in your tummy again. But when you turn to look at him, you come face to face with a hideous creature with wild eyes. You flinch. Alastor's smile fails him and you swear you hear the most discreet of sniffles coming from him.
"Help me." That's proof enough for you that your friend is going through something he clearly didn't ask for, but it's taking over him anyway.
Angel Dust has described to you how he'd needed time to get used to having multiple arms and you have to file down your antlers daily, so that they don't overgrow and cause you headaches. Alastor on the other hand loses himself to primal urges once a year.
You lock your gaze on his and extend a steady hand, placing it on the side of his pale face. Not only does he allow it, but your small gesture seems to have an effect on Alastor, his demon form receding... and you can see how sweaty and shaky he really is, while trying so hard to hold back from bending you over the counter and taking you raw right now.
"Stay still..." It's now or never for you. You hesitantly cup the bulge on his pants.
Alastor gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head as he leans into your touch. He's already so aroused that any contact is sending shivers down his spine. He buries his face in your neck and starts nibbling or better... biting around your collarbones. It’s a cannibalistic urge of his, but he would kill himself before causing you any real harm.
Alastor groans, his still clothed member twitching under the pressure of your hand. The demon can barely think straight, his rutting instincts taking over completely.
"I need... I need to be inside you." He can only whisper, reaching down to pull your shirt up, his fingers trembling as he does, revealing your upper body to him. "Yes... I need you."
This is all so sudden for you, but you finally know with certainty what's happening. "You're... mating or something?"
You stop rubbing his clothed crotch and Alastor moans, the sound carrying the old audio like effect. He nods slightly, his hips bucking against your hand. He's so close to losing control. The mating season has driven him mad with lust. A lust projected on you it seems.
"Y/n... I need you now."
"Al... they- they're gonna hear us... we're in the frickin' kitchen! ...we can't...can't-"
Alastor's eyes widen and he stumbles back a step, his erection painfully asking to be freed from his dress pants. He looks at you incredulously, angrily. "What?! But I... I said that I need you." He starts panting, there's a look of betrayal on his face that has you short circuiting.
"I'm already half naked here and you're... you're obviously hard- it's too risky!"
"I. Don't. Care."
"Well you should... but..." you sigh.
"I do have another idea. I've been rather inactive in the afterlife but... I can do it for you."
Your friend's heart is racing with anticipation. He tries to control his unsteady breathing without much success. "Another idea?" He asks with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "What is it?"
"I know it's not what you really crave... but I can... you know... jerk you off?"
Did you really just say that?
He begins to unbutton his pants hurriedly. "Very well..." As Alastor's pants fall to his knees, he scratches his fluffy ears, presenting his throbbing member to you. It's a sight to behold; long with a shimmering dew covering the tip. "Do it."
Your mouth is watering as your eyes take in Alastor's cock. The head of it is a deep reddish purple, almost glowing with arousal. His ballsack hangs heavy, clearly filled with seed, so that he can breed for as long as the rutting lasts. Something must've altered in your brain's chemistry, because you take his balls in your hand, gently playing with them. The deer demon lets out a low moan, his hips thrusting forward slightly. The sensation of your hand on his sensitive balls is almost too much for him to bear...
"More..." he manages to whisper between pants.
Encouraged by his reaction, you squeeze his balls softly and Al lets out a throaty groan, his dick twitching almost ready to explode. He's not used to other people touching him.
You're still unsure if that's the right thing to do in the kitchen, where anyone can walk in at any given moment. But he seems to be really into it and the look in his eyes makes it clear to you that you can't just stop now. So that's what he's been struggling with, what's been making him stay locked in his room, until dealing with it on his own wasn't enough.
Alastor's gaze is pleading you and his voice comes out shaky, unfiltered.
"Please... I need more..." He then reaches down and moves your hand on his eager cock. You wrap your fingers around his length, with your thumb resting on his head, tracing it slowly. The sounds he makes and the way his features contort with pleasure makes you start stroking him.
The overlord can't believe what's happening. He has never experienced anything like this and it feels incredible. The more you stroke him, the more he bucks his hips into your hand. "Y- yes... just like that..."
You feel so confident now that he seems to have let go completely, allowing you to do as you please with his body. You know teasing isn't fair, especially in his hormonal state, but you can't help slowing down your hand's movements, playing with the friction you're providing him with. He lets out a frustrated huff of air, his nostrils flaring. "Faster."
"Nope, I told you I don't want anyone finding us out."
"I didn't ask you darling. It was an order."
You stubbornly slow down your hand even more and you know that this is far from enough for him. Alastor needs more speed, more pressure.
"I... Don't... Give a single penny if they'll hear us... J- just... y/n, get me there." His body trembles with need as he speaks to you.
"You... you accepted to help me... and yet you- you refuse to give me what I want." He looks down at your lips with a mix of lust and anger in his bright eyes.
You suppress a mischievous giggle. It's empowering seeing such a strong demon being dependent on you. You can feel the heat radiating from his dick and he makes a desperate little sound when you begin moving your hand up and down his long member again.
You almost feel pitty for him, teasing is fun, but you don't want to disrespect him or humiliate him while he's so vulnerable and not in control. Though that decision has nothing to do with the fact that he could kill you, you actually feel strongly for him and the way both pairs of your ears move in sink as you peak up pace is so... natural for you, like you two belong together in a primal sense.
Alastor feels his muscles tensing up and his black heart is pounding like crazy. "I can't- can't-" He looks mesmerized at your hand jerking him off at a now delicious speed.
You are so turned on and you want to give him all the pleasure you can in the hotel's kitchen. You begin to sink on your knees and you see him gulp. Your friend freezes for a moment, his mind racing with images of pleasure and ecstasy.
"That's new."
"How so Al?"
"I've never had that... but I want to now."
You can't help but smile. He probably never wanted a blow job before and he won't be in the mood for one after the rutting ends.
You're now at the right height so you just go for it, leaning in. Your tongue swirls around his pulsating cockhead and you're surprised from the amount of pre cum he can produce. Alastor's eyes roll back in his head as he lets out a long, low moan. The sensation of your warm breath and wet tongue on him sends shivers down his spine. "Don't stop..."
You lick his slit and he groans deeply, his eyes squeezing shut. "Yeah... Keep doing this... agh~"
You're offering stimulation and he's gritting his teeth at the feeling, but something isn't quite right. You're once again toying with him, denying him the release he so desperately wants.
"I will have you... eventually."
Alastor then takes a big breath, his cock is still hard as steel. "You're a real temptation-" He glares at you, rather hungrily, his nostrils once again flaring.
"Don't try to make me beg."
"But would you now?" Under any other circumstances, you'd never be that bold with him.
Alastor laughs darkly in response to your challenge, causing a cold chill to run down your spine. "You wound me, my dear. I would never beg for anything... especially not when it comes to satisfying this... this unwanted but still unyeilding desire..."
You smile wickedly, your deer ears conveying your feelings as always when they move. In a swift motion, but still cautiously, you push back his foreskin. A low, agonizing moan escapes Alastor's lips as your action exposes his sensitive flesh to the air. Hips jerking forward involuntarily, seeking more contact with your hand...
"You're killing me mon cher~"
"Buckle up Al..." You start stroking him with consistency now.
The radio demon closes his eyes, ragged breaths leaving his open mouth as you're jerking him off. Every fiber of his being is focused on the pleasure. He groans... feeling his elusive climax approaching at last. His monocle almost falls from his nose. "Unh..."
You're now applying some serious pressure on his throbbing dick. With a primal scream, Alastor's entire body tenses up and he begins releasing his seed on your hand.
"Oh goodness..." He keeps groaning and you can see him shuddering as he does so. He continues spurting thick, white fluid onto your hand, seemingly unable to stop himself.
In his eyes there's a mix of lust and gratitude. He licks his lips unconsciously.
"What else can you do to me?"
"W- what? Me?"
The demon chuckles lightly at your question. His eyes trail down your body appreciatively when you stand up. "And why not you? You're here and I need some action these days!"
He grins and you sigh.
"Well, that means it could be anyone... anyone other than me." You don't like how this revelation makes you feel sad and disappointed.
A sly smirk plays at the corners of Alastor's mouth. "I suppose it could, but then again, why settle for anyone when I can have you?"
His voice is husky and you like this tone from him. You and I belong together, dear y/n." He's clearly considering you his mate now.
Your romantic side wins and you cup his face. That seems to sober him up if just for a few minutes. The overlord looks like he's savoring the sensation and a deep sigh escapes him. "I don't deserve this, not with you y/n."
"But I do want to be present through this... I get it."
The glimmer of hope returns to his eyes. "You have to mean it."
"I won't leave you suffering alone Alastor."
He nods as he thinks this over. "In that case... I'll accept your offer."
You smile sweetly. This isn't that bad. He didn't even ask for a deal. You stand on your hooves and give his cheek a little kiss. He beams at you as he takes hold of his signature cane.
"Oh I think I'm going to enjoy this!"
"Haha, so do I... B- but let's make you something to eat before you get all excited again..."
"That's a wonderful idea darling! And I might as well tell you about Susan's new act while you're at it."
Alastor feels a warmth he hadn't in a long time. As you work on preparing food for him, he seems content and somewhat at peace. But then, like clockwork, the desire is going to build up again. Through the week the rutting hits him anew and he becomes extremely short-tempered. He has to change rooms when Charlie starts singing and he's constantly arguing with Husk.
Alastor surprises himself.
During the times he does manage to control his primitive urges, he's actually avoiding you. He has this idea that he would end up hurting you if things ever escalated fully between you two. Could this mean that he actually cares for your wellbeing?
He is an overlord. He is the one and only radio demon, there's no way he has a soft spot for his fellow deer demon... who had relieved him of weeks of pent up tension just with their touch.
You, on the other hand, feel no shame nor guilt for your little encounter with Alastor in the kitchen. If anything, the fact that he's still in his mating season is making you wet, longing for more.
One fateful night, all of you sitting together, you across from Alastor's armchair... and it's impossible to not look down. He has a prominent bulge and you're not even surprised. However, when you look back up, you freeze like a... well, you do freeze like a deer caught in the headlights, because he is staring at you so very intensely.
The air feels thick all of a sudden and his gaze implies many things, to your delight. He excuses himself shortly after, but not before giving you a slight nod. He wants you now. He needs you now.
Experiencing a slight Deja vu, you find yourself knocking on his door the very same night. The Deja vu intensifies at the sound of static coming from the other side of the door. You decide to let yourself in when there's no answer. "Al?"
A pair of big and intricate antlers comes in your vision. The smell of him floods your senses. It's intoxitacing, addictive. You want him too.
Alastor wastes no time.
He pushes you up against the nearest wall, his body pressing tightly against yours. His breath is coming in ragged gasps, his eyes full of lust and desire. The demon growls, baring his teeth in a feral grin.
In one swift motion, he tears your clothes from your body, leaving you naked and vulnerable before him. His eyes roam over your exposed flesh, his lips parted in a wicked grin. With an animalistic growl, he buries his face between your breasts, sucking on your nipples with rough abandon.
You moan and arch your back, the sensation sinfully satisfying. Noticing your response, Alastor's movements become even more frenzied. He reaches down to grip your hips, lifting you up onto the wall.
You then unzip his pants, lost in the haze of your increasing desire for him. Alasor groans when you do that, his hips bucking forward as you free his cock from its confines. It slaps against your lower stomach, rigid and angry.
With another feral growl, Alastor turns you around so that you're facing the wall, while he has a perfect view of your ass and tail.
You gasp as he parts your folds with his thumb, finding your dripping entrance. Maybe he's not that experienced, but right now he seems to be driven by some infallible instinct. His finger doesn't stay in your cunt for long though, since the man is getting desperate to claim you as his, in a much more effective fashion.
You turn you head to the side and lock eyes with him. You shiver, almost scared at the pure hunger on his face. He thrust into you with brutal force, driving his cock inside you deep and hard. His hips start pistoning against your ass, as he takes you without mercy. He's breeding, essentially. It's not meant to be slow or soft.
The gentleman you knew is gone for now, but you're digging your nails in his shoulders and letting out whines and moans nonetheless.
With each thrust, he growls like a beast, claiming his prize. Alastor's eyes are wild and feral, reflecting the primal lust that consumes him. His heavy balls are slapping against your skin. You're turning to jelly slowly but surely, surrendering to him in way that feels natural to you, not forced.
Your old friend grunts in both pain and pleasure, losing himself in the heat of the moment. His fingers dig into your skin, leaving marks on your hips that show his possessiveness of you.
You reach behind you, grabbing his thighs to somehow ground yourself from the onslaught of pleasure in your core. A guttural moan escapes him as you touch his sensitive flesh. His hips buck against yours, driving himself deeper inside you and your eyes roll back in your head.
Alastor continues to pound into you relentlessly, his cock throbbing with each powerful stroke. He's sweating and he starts taking off his clothes in a uncharacteristically clumsy manner.
He can't take it anymore, your tightening walls becoming overwhelming for him to bear. Feeling the pressure building within him, he growls low in his throat and picks up the pace even more.
The new speed he fucks you in has you seeing stars, the knot on your stomach snapping without warning. You cry out his name loud enough for everyone in the hotel to hear, but you simply don't care.
He moans your name as well, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drives himself deeper into you one last time. His body shudders violently as he reaches the height of his own orgasm. Hot, thick cum is filling you up and there's so much of... It's dripping out of you and onto the carpet.
He finally did it. He's mated. He's bred you.
Spent and panting heavily, Alastor collapses on you, his forehead resting on your shoulder. You can feel his breath and teeth on your skin as you try to catch your breath. His dick is softening inside you, but he doesn't pull out just yet. His primal instinct is still active and making sure you take every last drop of his seed.
After you both relax in the present silence for a bit, he casually lifts you up and places you on the bed, the manhandling having you blushing profusely, but he doesn't seem to notice. He lets out a sound close to purring as he lays down next to you, spooning you.
You sigh, feeling exhausted and content at the same time. You roll over so that you're facing him... and he looks like he's already asleep.
Your heartbeat has turned back to normal and you find shelter in his long and elegant neck as you start dozing off into a peaceful and dreamless slumber.
He's not cold or ignorant the next morning. That morning ends up in him grasping at the air, as if searching for something to hold on to, as your head bobs up and down under the sheets.
It becomes a fact that Alastor's mood improves significantly after having sex with you. Something that does occur a couple more times in the spam of a week or so.
You knew the rutting was coming to an end when his desperate and forceful claiming, usually from behind, became passionate love making.
There was this one night...
Like a true gentleman of his time, Alastor had made love to you with deep, sensual thrusts as your hands had gotten lost in his fluffy hair. You had been underneath him.
Your orgasm had been accompanied by a soundless moan as you'd thrown your head back and he'd nuzzled your neck, breath labored and a frown on his face as he'd come after you. You had let him fall asleep on you that night, both of you panting, sweat covering you.
The only time Alastor isn't smiling is when he is asleep you have come to realize. You can't help but notice how tired he looks as you lay motionless next him. So you gently start caressing his ears and he groans softly, nuzzling deeper into your touch, without even bothering to open his eyes. A small smile forms on his mouth, a real one.
Is this love? Maybe someday.
The End??
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Hello Nurse
Summary: When hospitals are a big fat no, you find yourself a nurse friend
A/N: Listen y'all this NSFW 18+ should be par for the course at this point. So like....just don't okay?
As always, the inspo is thanks to the Goosecord and my beautiful partner in crime @ken-dom for keeping me from going completely off the deep end. (I have a Six problem)
This definitely will not be the last you see of him
Enjoy my loves! <3
The incessant pounding only got louder as you cautiously made your way down the dark stairs into the darkened front hall. It was two thirty in the morning, whoever had the gaul to be this insistent had a death wish.
You flipped the light on and yanked the door open, not bothering to check who was on the other side first; in retrospect probably not the smartest idea, but you were too tired and too annoyed to care.
“What?!” you nearly shrieked “Do you have any idea-” you stopped abruptly when you realized who was standing…leaning was probably more accurate, on your front porch.
“Six..” you breathed “Jesus you look like hell”
“I need your help” he strained, pushing himself off the door frame with a grunt just long enough to stumble inside. You were the only one he trusted, the only one he could come to.
You closed the door, turning to look at him in the light. He was covered in dirt, bruises and blood, someone else’s you had hoped, but based on the way he was swaying on his feet just standing in front of you, you wagered not. He was soaked from head to toe.
“What the hell happened?!” you tried to keep your composure, ushering him to the living room and sitting him down on the couch
“Got loud,” he whispered, “Went sideways.” He didn’t want to give you the grisly details, you didn’t need to know although he knew you were smart enough to figure it out on your own.
“Hey,” you snapped your fingers in front of his nose “Eyes open, no sleeping”
Your own sleep forgotten as you flip into nurse mode, digging the first aid kit out of the hall closet and kneeling on the floor in front of the couch.
This wasn’t the first time he had stumbled to your front door battered and bloody; no hospitals, that was his number one rule. Lucky for both of you, you worked in one…
Upon closer inspection, you noticed Six had stab wounds, all over. His arms, his thighs, his shoulders, through his hand.
“Jesus Christ” you breathed realizing this was going to take more than your first aid kit. “I know I asked what the hell happened, but don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.”
You pulled yourself up from the floor and went to find clean towels and washcloths from the bathroom before hanging your robe on the back of the bathroom door and pulling your scrubs from earlier back on. You grabbed your sewing kit and the bottle of bourbon you kept in the kitchen before setting it all down on the coffee table across from the couch.
He watched you flit around the room collecting things and then you disappeared down the hall, and when you came back you were in your nurse’s scrubs. He had never admitted it to anyone, but there was just something about a woman in scrubs that did it for him; hospitals were a hard no, especially in his line of work, but in finding you all those years ago he had lucked out ...but he had never told you either…
It had been almost six months since he’d seen you last, he almost considered not coming at all; he hated just barging into your life, typically in the dead of night and in need of some form of care. You never seemed to mind though, on multiple occasions he had offered apologies for doing exactly what he had tonight and every time you dismissed it with a wave of your hand before sending him on his way with a kiss on the cheek.
He had told you when you had first met that he didn’t do relationships, couldn’t, it was too risky. You had agreed, your schedule at the hospital didn’t allow for much of a personal life regardless but fate had kept putting you in the other’s path consistently since then. He found solace in the fact that no matter the time on the clock, he could show up on your front porch and you would help, no questions, no judgment, no hesitation.
“Clothes off,” you said simply and Six blinked slightly taken aback making you laugh “Unless you want me to sew you into those?”
You stood, pulling out what you needed to patch him up watching him struggle to move. You rounded the coffee table moving to stand in front of him. “Can I help?”
You had known him for years, and patching him up was never a big deal, but you had never seen him this mangled before, usually it was a cracked rib, a broken nose, or a bullet in the shoulder; nothing that required him to strip down to nothing but boxers in your living room in the middle of the night. The thought made your stomach flutter as he nodded silently.
His stomach clenched feeling your warm fingers curl against his sides, sending shooting pains all over, his heart slamming in his chest, he was amazed it had blood to pump still. You were gentle, careful not to touch any of the wounds hidden under the fabric, but he could see the worry in your face slip through your concentration but only briefly.
Six lifted his arms, just high enough as you grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, lifting it gently over his head and tossing it out of the way. Looking down at your hands, they were stained red and you realized what you had initially thought to be water making his shirt damp was actually blood.
You wiped your hands on the front of your scrub top before rinsing them off with the rubbing alcohol from the first aid kit.
He stood just long enough to kick his boots and pants off before flopping heavily back on the couch. You gave him the once over, fingers brushing gently over his shoulder blades as you climbed on the couch to examine his back and sides.
He had to remind himself to breathe properly as the soft material of your scrub top brushed against his bare arm, your breath warm on his shoulder, your fingertips warm on his back as you surveyed his wounds.
“Good news is, most of these I can just Steri-Strip closed” you smiled, using his broad shoulder for leverage to push yourself up off the couch “Your hand needs stitches though”
He nodded just grateful for a place to sit and breathe for a minute; not having to have his guard up or watch his back. This was safe, you were safe.
“Were you shot?” you asked, eyes wandering over his bare chest he noticed as you took his injured hand, wiping it clean as gently as you could manage. You asked the question so cavalierly it almost made him laugh
You looked up at him when he didn’t answer immediately and he quickly dropped his gaze to his lap with a shake of his head “No, just stabbed”
“How many times?” You asked, putting the cloth aside and sanitizing your needle
“A bunch”
You rolled your eyes as you thread your needle before handing him the bottle of bourbon “You know, I have half a mind to make you go to the hospital”
“Guess I’ll just bleed out on your couch then”
"That would be a scarier threat if you didn't make it every time you stumbled through my door"
He liked the rapport he had with you, being able to joke with you made him forget about the pain for a few minutes. Nearly six months had passed and yet, you talked like he had just seen you yesterday.
“Haven’t lost your sense of humor I see” you muttered pulling his hand into the light “How did you manage not to sever something?” you asked, more to yourself than to him; focused on moving his fingers until he winced “Sorry” you smiled apologetically “This isn’t going to be a fun night for you”
He nodded, eyes closed, taking a slow breath as he leaned forward, his head dropping between his knees.
“Still with me?” you asked, hand reaching instinctively to push the hair that had fallen forward back.
He nodded slowly, swallowing hard “Don’t like blood” he said softly, but had been very aware of your fingers pushed through his hair.
You couldn’t help chuckling to yourself with a shake of your head as he sat back up. “I think you got in the wrong line of work to be afraid of blood”
“I’m not afraid of blood,” he pouted and you wondered if he knew “I just don’t like it”
“My mistake” you bit back another small laugh “You just look a little pale, do you want a bucket?”
“Ha ha” he rolled his eyes “Couldn’t possibly be pale from all the blood loss” he quipped
“Nah,” you agreed with a shake of your head “Especially with it gushing out of your hand like that…”
All the colour drained from his face then, your hand immediately snapping across the coffee table, grabbing the empty popcorn bowl you had left there earlier in the evening, sliding it in Six’s lap just in time for him to empty the contents of his stomach.
You opted to grab the trash can from the kitchen where Six threw the bowl out as you slid it next to him.
“You did that on purpose” he glared
“Maybe, wouldn’t have been the first time I’ve caught puke in my hands though”
He frowned “Ew..”
“Just another Thursday” you smiled, a line you frequently traded back and forth “But you’re probably going to get sick again, this is going to hurt”
You sat cross legged on the floor, pulling over a small end table with the reading light tilted so you could see what you were doing.
He sat and watched you examine the damage to his palm absolutely enamored with the way you worked.
“Hand first, then the worst part will be over, okay?”
He didn’t answer, just simply took a deep swig from the bourbon bottle in his good hand. You looked up at him, then set to your task, needle and thread in hand.
First poke through skin and he let out a hard breath through his nose, flinching slightly. You didn’t look up, just held his hand to the table more firmly trying to work as fast as you could manage. “I know it sucks, but you can’t move”
He didn’t answer, just continued to take slow deep breaths through his nose, grunting in pain occasionally as the needle pierced bruised flesh. As you suspected, you got about a quarter of the way through before the pain became too much, even for Six, and you had to stop so he could be sick. The middle section of the wound was the worst, but all he could manage at that point were dry heaves and bile.
“We’re almost done” you reassured him softly, he was sickly white and sweaty, but nodded with his eyes closed, trying to focus on anything but the hot stab of pain in his tendons.
It took longer than he would have liked and his pride was somewhere at the bottom of your kitchen trash can along with his dinner, but he knew you were good at your job, and he only felt like passing out once or twice but had managed to stay awake as you stitched the top of his hand.
His calloused palm was at least easier to handle once you had flipped his hand over, although he was sure, more difficult for you.
He watched intently while you worked, once you were done stitching, you held it open in yours, cleaning the closure and checking your work.
You leaned forward over the small end table, his eyes glancing down the front of your scrub top, you were naked underneath, before diverting his attention elsewhere if only to avoid getting caught.
“Hard part is done” you sat up, again cleaning the blood from your hands and stretching your back from your place on the floor. “The rest will be easy”
You shifted to sit on your feet, knelt in front of him, cleaning the biggest wound on his thigh before closing it with a strip. You couldn’t help chuckling to yourself as you stood up on your knees and he looked at you curiously
“Whoever stabbed you didn’t do a very good job”
This made him snort “I beg to differ”
“Well they’re not very deep” you noted “You’ve had worse”
He nodded, he couldn’t disagree with you there. You pulled yourself to your feet and disappeared into the kitchen coming back with a chair, setting it in front of him “Sit” you pointed “Burlesque”
He scoffed with a laugh “Absolutely not”
You sighed with hands on your hips “If you want me to patch you up and fix the knife block that is your back, sit your ass down”
He got to his feet and did as you asked, straddling the chair resting against the back. “You’re grumpy when you’re tired”
“You should see me when I’m mad” You leaned to whisper in his ear making his body prickle with goosebumps.
“I’ll pass,” he muttered, as you circled back around him; strips and alcohol in hand as his forehead rested on his arms; he was exhausted.
You instinctively reached touching his shoulder gently, hoping to provide some form of comfort.
“When was the last time you slept?” you asked softly, gently washing away the dried blood around the first gash on his shoulder
He groaned, head still resting on his forearms “What day is it?”
You bit your lip, but kept quiet; who were you to judge his sleeping habits when yours weren’t much better?
“Friday morning” you answered and he flinched as you touched the alcohol dampened pad to the cut
His eyes were closed, as he leaned against the back of the chair he straddled; alcohol biting at the first of many fresh cuts as he considered your answer, Friday morning.”Two days ago” he answered, voice amplified in the space between his chest and folded arms.
You didn’t say anything, but your concern for him was becoming more palpable by the minute. He didn’t have to be looking at you to see your face.
He breathed deeply through his nose, it hurt less somehow than through his mouth; focusing his attention on your soft touches, everything stung or throbbed or pounded except for you, your touch was soft; he wondered if you had realized you had started humming. He didn’t recognize the tune, assuming it had been one at all, but it soothed him and he felt his muscles finally start to relax.
You watched his shoulders drop, finally releasing the tension across his back that had been there since he stumbled through the door a few hours ago. You wondered if he had drifted off to sleep as you closed the last cut on his lower back before kneeling next to the chair to do the ones along his ribcage.
You didn’t want to disturb him, but were surprised to see his eyes open, studying the floor before he glanced over where you knelt. You didn’t say anything, just offered a smile, adding another dirtied pad to the pile that had accumulated on the coffee table.
You had turned back to your task at hand, but could still feel his eyes watching you; studying your movements as you closed up another cut.
Feeling his eyes on you stirred the heat in your core; you ran your tongue between your lips, you had to focus, focus on what you were doing. You closed the last gash on that side of his ribcage and moved to the other side, careful to avoid eye contact; somehow you felt like he knew, like he could read your mind, see your thoughts like a little movie projected on your forehead, exposing you and your true feelings.
Six was an attractive man, you would have to be blind not to see that, but this wasn’t supposed to be like that; you were supposed to keep it professional, do your job; at least that was the silent agreement you had made with yourself. He didn’t have girlfriends, didn’t do relationships, you reminded yourself; today he was here, tomorrow he could be dead. And a relationship with your work schedule? Please.
Who said anything about a relationship? The little voice in the back of your mind whispered Maybe it’s just some casual sex
You tried pushing the thought to the back of your mind and failed miserably.
Just let him bend you over the arm of the couch and-
“Hey, I think I have enough holes, don’t you?”
His voice snapped you out of your head and you realized you had unintentionally buried your nails into his side leaving behind little crescent welts.
“Sorry hon” you let out a slow breath collecting yourself and cleaning the next cut
The new stinging sensation of your nails digging into his skin had snapped him out of his own fantasy; a fantasy that made his cock twitch between his legs as he straddled your kitchen chair, as you knelt a mere foot away.
He turned his head away from you, stretching his arms out over the back of the chair in front of him, biting into his bicep, squeezing his eyes shut.
Usually he could control himself, keep his intrusive thoughts about you at bay until you had finished fixing him up; usually.
Tonight, it was like you were personally torturing him; like Lloyd Hansen had taught you himself.
First you had changed in to scrubs, turning yourself into his personal nurse, stoking that fantasy that he usually lived out on his own where you were in his imagination, not where he could feel your fingertips in real time, couldn’t feel your steady breathing in and out against his skin as you focused on cleaning out the next stab wound.
Then he had stripped down to barely nothing, the logical part of his brain knew this made sense, the part of his brain driven by lust was screaming at him to just take you, here and now, on the coffee table, on the floor it really didn’t fucking matter. There’s no way you weren’t going to notice if you carried on much longer…boxers didn’t do much for concealment.
“Hey,” he looked up, feeling your hand push through his unkempt hair “You okay?”
You were standing now, he hadn’t even heard you get up but he nodded. “Are you done?”
You scoffed with a laugh “Sweetie, somebody turned you into a human pin cushion and they did a really bad job about it. “I’m trying to keep you from turning into a walking infection”
“And is it working?” his voice was hoarse with exhaustion and he could tell you were tired too, but you just offered him a smile, your beautiful smile
“It will once you turn around so I can finish the front”
His heart skipped a beat and he immediately shook his head “You’ve done enough, I can do the rest”
You cocked your head to the side with a raised eyebrow, one had on your hip “Can you?” you asked, feigning surprise
“Yes,” he mocked sitting up a little straighter
“Really?” you asked sarcastically, shifting on your bare feet. “Lift your arms above your head”
Any hint of humor had dropped from his features “What?”
“Do it,” you coaxed “If you can lift your arms over your head for thirty seconds, I’ll let you finish yourself”
“I’m not-”
That had backfired spectacularly and he knew you knew it. “I don’t-” he started and you immediately interrupted.
“I swear to god, Six” you rolled your eyes “If the next words out of your mouth aren’t ‘I’d be happy too’ I’m pulling all those strips off and I will let you bleed out on my living room floor”
“And undo all your handy work?” he muttered before pulling himself up and turning to sit in the chair properly. He would just have to deal with the consequences if you did notice. Maybe you wouldn’t say anything at all; you had tact; he could hope.
“Good boy”
He couldn’t see you but he could hear the smile in your voice. You came around the back of the chair and knelt in front of him; his knees practically touching his legs were closed so tight. From his vantage point he didn’t even have to try to see down the v of your scrub top, streaks of dried blood, his dried blood down the front of your chest where you had either brushed against him or accidently wiped your dirty hands
“What do I look like, a paper doll?” you asked, your eyes meeting his, before your hands pushed his knees apart so you could scoot closer.
He closed his eyes, trying to will any semblance of his arousal away; he thanked the powers that be that he had only had a couple gashes on his chest.
He looked down, watching your hands move over his scarred flesh.
“It’s creepy when you do that” you spoke quietly, sealing the first cut closed before you looked up
He had been close enough for your noses to almost touch; your heart slammed in your chest under his blue eyed scrutiny; he was unreadable. Part of his training at some point you assumed, never crack, never show emotion.
He cleared his throat breaking eye contact before he apologized
“It’s fine, but last time I was watched that closely I was being graded”
“And did you pass?” He asked fingers flexing against his thighs as he kept a flinch at bay; he thought by now he’d be used to the sting, but apparently not.
“Eh,” you shrugged “I got by…stitched a guys fingers together once”
He could see the smile playing on your lips as you looked up at him from under your lashes.
“You’re lying” he laughed a little, but stopped almost as quickly, it hurt his ribs
“Am I?” you smiled “You’ve never seen me in a hospital, I just told you I was a nurse, maybe I lied”
His eyes narrowed slightly and he tipped his head, amused.
“Maybe I’m just some unhinged woman who has a care fetish”
“How very Annie Wilkes of you” he mused
“My sledgehammer is in the basement” you smirked “And Annie didn’t have a care fetish, she was just obsessed with the guy”
“You saying you're obsessed with me?”
You shrugged “You’re a hot mysterious man who just keeps coming back to me, you make it so easy”
You bit the inside of your cheek when you realized what you had said;out loud. The words just hung between you in the air before you cleared your throat and shook your head changing the subject.
You mentally kicked yourself for letting something so stupid slip out.
“I’ll tell you one thing, you’ve got somebody looking out for you; this many stab wounds and not one of them anything life threatening.” you paused for a beat “Twenty six, by the way; I counted, in case you wanted to break a record when you come back”
You got up on your knees, pulling his face closer to examine the cut on his forehead above his eye. “Now I know that’s not a stab”
“Fell out a window” he spoke, and the words sounded muffled in his own ears as your hands cupped his face for a moment longer before you busied them again.
He hadn’t missed the hard line you pressed your lips into as you put what was seemingly an endless supply of alcohol onto a new cotton pad.
You watched his eyes flicker from your lap watching your wrist as you reached to dab the cut on his forehead.
He jumped pulling back with a sharp hiss through his teeth “Ow”
You dropped your shoulders with a sigh, shifting yourself closer, touching the cut again. Again, he hissed with pain “Ow”
You rolled your eyes “Oh ow, you big baby,” You took his face in your hands, pulling him closer blowing gently. “I’ve never met someone who can manage two dozen stab wounds and not a scrape”
You leaned back slightly, still holding his face “Better?”
He didn’t answer, you noticed he wasn’t looking into your eyes this time, he was watching your lips. You ran your tongue between them before you bit down on your bottom lip, pulling it against your teeth.
The impressive hard on tenting his boxers caught your attention and you pressed your lips together.
God he wanted nothing more than to kiss you right now; he wasn’t tired anymore, or at least he hadn’t felt tired at the current moment.
“Court…” you whispered and the name sounded foreign to his ears, but it was enough for him to look up, your cheeks were flushed; the same burn of desire he felt in the pit of his stomach was reflected in your eyes and something inside him snapped then.
He stood from the chair, pulling you to your feet in one swift movement and with two large strides, you were pinned against the wall, your scrub top being pulled over your head and unceremoniously tossed to the floor before his lips moved against yours, hungry and unrelenting.
Your brain finally able to process that you weren’t on your knees in front of him anymore, you returned his kiss with your own frantic need, quite certain you would wake up at any second like any other time.
His hands made quick work of the scrub pants you had still been wearing followed soon after by his own boxers.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, his tongue pushing past your lips, exploring every inch of your mouth. A strong hand on your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist as he ground his hips against yours; his hard cock unmistakable.
He broke your kiss, both of you panting heavily as you leaned your head back against the wall, his mouth sucking harshly on your neck as he dropped his head into your shoulder.
Your chest heaved as your head swam trying to get your bearings. You curled your fingers against his broad shoulder blades and he growled, actually growled against your neck, making you shiver; a shaky moan tumbling from your lips.
This wasn’t a dream, not this time, this was real.
“Jesus Christ,” you panted, swallowing hard
He pulled back to look at you, lips red and swollen, panting just as hard. “What?”
“You…I-” you stammered trying to form the words “We’re gonna-” you panted with a laugh “We’re gonna fuck aren’t we?” Not being able to think of a less crude way of putting it in the moment.
He laughed as much his injuries would allow, pushing his hair back out of his face “Well, not if you don’t want-”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence” you breathed, cutting him off with a bruising kiss; taking all your strength to push yourself and him off the wall.
He guided your other leg around his waist as he stumbled backwards, adjusting to the weight, narrowly missing the coffee table as he landed hard on the couch, his heel digging into the wood floor as the couch tipped backwards, on two legs before crashing back down on all four.
You pulled back, breathing hard toward the ceiling as he left harsh bites down the length of your neck.
“Up-” you panted, hips grinding against his “Upstairs”
You wrapped yourself around him tightly, burying your face in his neck as his hands slid up your bare back, before wrapping around your middle as he heaved himself back up to his feet. He rounded the corner, groaning as your teeth sank into the tender flesh of his collarbone.
He clamored halfway up the small flight before he stopped, sinking to his knees, mouth and hands devouring every inch of you he could touch; you spread your legs to accommodate his massive frame before he thrust hard, burying himself inside you to the hilt. You arched off the staircase, your moan of pleasure echoing off the walls around you.
He thrust harder, moaning into your shoulder as he braced himself on the step, giving himself leverage as you tangled one hand is his hair, the other wrapping around his waist, your fingers careful to avoid cuts, as his back muscles flexed with the effort; Your feet had no chance of finding purchase on the staircase; your entire body jerking with the power behind each one of his thrusts. You gasped letting his body swallow you whole; desperate, needy, pathetic moans tumbling from your own lips. His grunts of effort and moans only edging you on.
“Oh god…” your whole body shuddered as you felt your orgasm creep closer “Don’t…stop” you paused trying to catch your breath “Court p-please d-don’t”
“Again,” his voice was hoarse, his breath hot against your ear “Say it, again” he panted and you melted into the stairs
“C-Court” your voice broke with effort as you couldn’t keep your orgasm at bay any longer. You clung to him as if your life had depended on it.
He kissed you needy, desperate and passionate; spilling inside you with a deep moan that got lost in your kiss. No one had ever called him by his name, not anymore, but you; you were special; and now, you were his.
You collapsed on the stairs, lungs burning with the effort it was taking just simply to breathe; shaky and shallow. Six leaned over you, catching this breath, sticky with sweat. Forehead resting against yours, arms quivering holding up his own weight. He leaned forward, kissing you gently, a stark contrast to moments ago.
He leaned back, blue eyes searching your face before he spoke “This can’t-we can’t-”
“Shh” you whispered, leaning up to kiss his forehead as you pushed his matted hair back before your hand came to rest on his shoulder “Don’t worry about it”
“But-” He sat up, allowing you room to do the same.
You shook your head pressing your fingers to his lips “Let’s just go to bed” you whispered as he pulled you to your feet.
You turned on the narrow staircase, threading your fingers through his as you pulled him behind you to your bedroom; your queen size bed had never looked so small; you could see the sun starting to peek through the drawn curtains as you climbed under the covers and he slid in behind you. His chest warm against your bare back as his arms wrapped around you.
He let out a heavy sigh; this wasn’t supposed to have happened; not like this, not ever. He squeezed you gently, breathing in your scent. His eyes heavy as he started to drift off, finally able to sleep. Nothing was ever going to happen to you, he would make damn sure of that; he would keep you safe, and kill anyone who even thought to try to jeopardize that.
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The Rumble of the Engine
Luke Glanton x AFAB!Reader
Length: 5k words (longest yet!)
Summary: You tease Luke on his beloved Motorcycle, he returns the "favor"
Content/Warning: NSFW!! Teasing, Groping, Fingering, Cunnilingus, Handjob (kinda?), slight Dom/Sub dynamics (?), Smoking (it's Luke so obviously), Improper Use of Motorcycles, Dangerous/reckless driving
Authors Note: Happy Birthday Ryan!!🥳🎉 This is my late contribution to the Goosecord Birthday fanfiction Party (or whatever we're calling this). I've had Luke on the mind as always and figured he'd be perfect for my first attempt at writing smut. Feel free to leave any constructive criticisms you may have, I'm still a new writer
Finally, shout-out to the Goosecord as always! Y'all are amazing people and are always there to help me out, inspire me, or just plain make me happy 💕
Looking back, you knew where you had fucked up. Sure, maybe you brought this all upon yourself, but who could blame you? You dare anyone else to resist the temptation.
You had only met Luke a month or so ago, but you were both infatuated with each other. He’d looked at you, sitting near the tent where he did the death-defying, given you a long, burning once over, winked, and stuck a cigarette in his stupid, crooked smile. His hair was disheveled from his helmet, and with his jacket slung over his shoulder, he was showing off his many trashy tattoos. He honestly looked like kind of an asshole.
You needed him.
You had ended up in his trailer that night, arching your back as he fucked you, making you cum with almost expert precision. His grip on your hips was strong enough to leave bruises, and knowing the transient nature of fair workers, you thought his marks were all you would be left with. But after fucking you within an inch of your life, he had laid with you and almost shyly asked if he could see you again sometime soon.
He would be in town for another three months, and since the fair was only open three days a week and you had a flexible work schedule, you spent plenty of time together, getting to know each other's quirks.
You learned the hard way that Luke was pretty protective of his motorcycle.
You’d been talking (and flirting) behind his tent for a while, just enjoying the night breeze, and, in his case, a smoke. You had gotten a bolt of courage and walked over to the motorcycle he was leaning against and threw a leg over to awkwardly straddle the seat. He’d watched you with an amused smirk as you leaned towards him, his eyes darting to your hands wrapped around the handlebars.
But when you moved your wrist to rev the engine, his hand shot out, gripping you in a steel vice. Your breath hitched as he used his other hand to hold your chin and tilt your head to look him directly in his eyes.
His gaze was piercing, almost harsh, as he quietly murmured something about stressing the engine and hurting the exhaust. You couldn’t follow his words, frozen in place by his sudden intensity.
“Do you get me?” he had asked, thumb stroking your cheek where he still held your face in place. You clenched your thighs together in an attempt to quell the sudden rush of heat to your core.
“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” you had responded, slightly breathless.
Luke had nodded, hands still on you as his eyes roamed your face hungrily. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip before he brought you in for a searing kiss. You sighed into his mouth; he tasted strongly of cigarettes and fair food. You brought up the hand not clamped in his grip and threaded your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss.
Later that night as you writhed under his touch, you made a mental note that this was a dangerous (and fun) button to press with him.
And press it you did.
After that night, you bugged him constantly to teach you how to ride a motorcycle.
“Come on Luke, let me try just once. It’ll be fun!” you ask him one night as you cuddle in bed together.
“My motorcycle is my baby, Beautiful. It’s my only transportation and my only career.”
“I’m not going to wreck it, I just want to drive you around for once.”
He smiled at that, wrapping an arm around you and kissing your forehead.
“But you make such a good backpack!”
“Backpack?!” you almost yelled indigently. He just laughed and kissed you again, this time on your mouth, shutting you up.
But the backpack comment had stuck in your mind. Fine, if he thought you were a backpack, then by God you’d be the “best” backpack you could be.
Luke and his motorcycle had become your primary transportation by now; he drove you to work and back, to dates together, and, memorably once to your dentist,
Ever since his comment, though, you decided to take a more…active role as his backpack.
It started with just wrapping your arms around his torso lower than usual until you were gripping just above his belt. Then, during longer drives, let your hands start to wander; over his biceps, his pecs, and especially his broad thighs.
He gave you a look once you got to your destination, but you brushed him off.
After about a week of consistently groping him, you took a plunge.
You were on a country road, heading down towards the fair, your hands gently caressing his thighs.
As casually as you could, you slid your hand over the crotch of his jeans. You felt him take a deep breath, your chest flush with his back. You waited a minute, letting his breathing settle, then squeezed.
You nearly fell off the seat as Luke jerked his motorcycle before he corrected himself and steadied you both. You kept your hand on his dick until you got to your destination, stopping outside behind his trailer.
He nearly threw himself off the bike, spinning to face you as he took off his helmet.
“Care to explain yourself?” he asked, arching an eyebrow.
You glanced down and saw that he was half-hard, and you had to suppress a smirk.
“Explain what?” you replied, furring your brow to add to the ‘I’m-totally-innocent’ look.
“Your show’s starting soon, better get ready!”
He growled but went inside to throw on his “Handsome Luke” outfit and get ready. He stormed out a few minutes later but stopped to give you a quick kiss. (He swears it’s only for good luck). He leaned down and whispered into your ear.
“Don’t start doing things you’re going to regret”
His erection had gone down, but a fire burned in his eyes. A smile crept onto your face.
“I can deal with the consequences”
He smirked but turned and marched towards the Cage of Death.
You thought for sure he’d get his revenge but he didn’t mention anything after his show that night.
So, not knowing to quit while you’re ahead, you teased him one more time. Actually, more like 3 more times. Each time you would discreetly grope him while you clung to his back, as he shuddered, his breath caught in his chest. And every time you finally got off the bike, you braced for retribution that never came. If you were smarter you would've realized he was just biding his time, waiting for the perfect time to strike.
Which led you to today.
You wake up in his bed, same as you have the past few weeks. He always wakes up first (his sleep schedule is truly terrible), and you usually awake to him blatantly staring at you.
Today however when you blink open your bleary eyes open he has a look on his face you don’t recognize. It was close to amusement, but you couldn’t quite pin it down. He smiles as he notices your eyes creaking open, and the mysterious look disappears, replaced with his usual mix of cockiness, adoration, and mischief.
“D’ya want me to learn how to ride my bike today?”
“Whatever happened to ‘Good Morning’” you grumble, sleep still clinging to your brain. Half a second later you process what he said.
“Wait, really?” Your body shoots up, almost smacking him on the nose. “Yes! Or course! It’s not like I’ve been asking for weeks or anything.”
He snorts a bit at your quick response and stands from the bed.
“I have some shit to do this morning and I know you have a shift too, but I’ll pick you up later tonight, alright?”
You nod and watch him as he dresses, your eyes roaming his muscular and heavily tatted torso. You stretch and get out of bed, already impatient for tonight.
Your work shift seems to last five times longer than usual, anticipation distracting you so badly that you nearly pour salt into someone’s coffee instead of sugar.
Finally, the clock chimes announcing 6 pm. You hurriedly clock out, practically tearing off your apron. You wave goodbye to your coworkers and walk outside to wait for Luke.
He’s already there waiting, leaning against his motorcycle smoking, red jacket slung over one shoulder. The sun is already setting behind him, and the golden light makes his bleach-blonde hair glow, almost like a halo. You smile widely and wave to him as you bound across the parking lot to greet him.
A wide grin creeps onto his face and he plucks the cigarette from his mouth, moving it out of the way to not get ash on you while he leans down to kiss you.
“Hello, Gorgeous, how was work?” He asked you the same question every time he picked you up, knowing you loved telling him all about the funny or infuriating customers you had that day (he would never admit it, but he loved listening to you talk too).
But you have other priorities today.
“Work was good, but I had other things on my mind,” you say in a faux accusatory tone.
He chuckles but hands you the helmet he always brings for you. You grab it and move to sit in the front of the motorcycle, but Luke grabs your arm, stopping you before you can.
“Woah, woah, slow down Baby, I’m not letting you kill all three of us crashing into traffic because you don’t know what you’re doing yet”
“Ok, ok, fi- Wait, all three? You did not just include your bike as a person, Luke.”
“Keep saying things like that and I’ll take back my offer.” He arches an eyebrow, “Now get on. Behind me.”
You wisely shut your mouth and climb on after him, sliding the helmet over your head. You watch the sun get lower and lower in the sky as Luke drives you both outside of town, past his trailer, and to a large clearing behind the fair.
“Smart,” you comment as the bike slows to a halt, “Nothing for me to crash into out here.”
Luke doesn’t say anything, but the mysterious look returns to his face for a moment. He almost looks…predatory? He blinks and it’s gone as fast as it had appeared. Ah, well, you have other things to worry about.
“So, can I sit in the front now?” you’re practically bouncing with excitement.
“You sure can”
You squeal and toss your leg over the back, wobbling before gaining your balance. You don’t grab the handlebars yet; you learned that lesson the hard way.
Luke, instead of standing in front of the bike to give you pointers like you expected, climbs on right behind you. With his chest firmly pressed against your back, he reaches his arms around you, grabbing your hands and bringing them to the handlebars. With a flick of your wrist, the engine roars to life, and three things become immediately apparent to you.
One, the pants you’re wearing are a lot thinner than you thought.
Two, you had neglected to put on underwear this morning in your rush to get ready. On their own, those two facts wouldn't be a problem if not for the third and most pressing issue.
The motor of the motorcycle must be right under the seat, because the vibrations of the engine were going straight to your poorly protected core.
Your breath catches slightly at the sensations, but you hide your reaction well. This would just have to be a distraction you ignored if you wanted to learn anything tonight. Luke either doesn’t notice your reaction or is ignoring it because he starts explaining the controls to you casually. You pay attention the best you can as you feel yourself getting more and more aroused, his voice low in your ear certainly not helping.
You put your feet on the foot holds as he explains how to brake, and then with his urging you bring the motorcycle to a slow crawl forward.
“Good job, Baby” Luke purrs in your ear, the feeling of his breath against your skin makes you shiver, “Just start making small circles to get the feel of it.”
A newfound feeling of confidence surges through you as you carefully maneuver the bike around the field, picking up some speed. The engine rumbles harder every time you rev the throttle and you clench your thighs around the seat, hoping Luke doesn’t notice.
As you gain the feeling for the machine, Luke gives you more pointers, helping you accelerate, brake, and make more complex movements. The whole time his grip never leaves your torso, but you notice he starts to grip you lower and lower. Must be to let me move around better.
Your assumptions are quickly proven wrong though, when while you are cruising along, feeling comfortable driving, one arm slides up to hold you across the chest, pressing him even more firmly against his broad chest. The other hand moves until it's gripping right where your hip meets your thigh. You feel the energy shift.
“You know, people have different reactions to riding a bike for the first time,” his hand on your hip is making small patterns, “Some are afraid, some go overboard with the feeling of power, and some are cool as a cucumber.” You take a deep, unsteady breath as his fingers trail toward your belly button.
“But you,” he continues, hand moving slowly and steadily down your lower stomach, “Are the first person I’ve met to get turned on just from revving the engine.”
You gasp as he cups your crotch, pressing the heel of his palm right against your most sensitive spot. You nearly swerve and fall off the bike, but his arms keep you steady.
“Do you think I didn’t notice those teasing touches you kept doing, did you think I’d just let that slide?” he growls, punctuating his sentence with a slow grind of his hand that makes you let out a low moan.
“Luke I’m, I’m sorry” you gasp out “I- I didn’t mean to-”
“It's a bit too late for forgiveness now, Baby, but it's ok. We’ll make this a learning experience,”
You relax slightly as he removes his hand from your core until he starts toying with the waistband of your pants and you realize how fucked you really are.
”Now you’re going to drive us both home and since you seem to think it’s perfectly fine to tease someone who’s controlling a 400-pound death machine, you clearly won’t mind if I return the favor. You won’t let us crash right?”
You weekly nod in response, resigning yourself to whatever plans he had. Not like you could break out of his grip if you wanted to; his biceps were nearly as big as your thighs.
Revving the engine (and flushing an even deeper shade of red when the vibrations tease you even more), you turn the bike onto the road back to his trailer. You go much slower than he would, as both of your helmets are off.
Luke keeps one hand around your chest, but his other hand slowly creeps below your waistband, heading toward your aching core.
You feel him hum in approval as he realizes you aren’t wearing anything underneath, and his lips brush against your neck. He dips a finger between your folds, feeling the wetness that must’ve soaked through the fabric of your pants by now.
“All this for me? I’m flattered, really”
You whine as he starts to circle your clit slowly and consistently, and his teeth catch on your shoulder. He sucks down on your skin and you know you’ll have a bright red hickey there tomorrow, but you can’t bring yourself to care.
You concentrate on the road the best you can, thankful that there aren’t any stop signs or street lights because you don’t know if you would've noticed them at all. Your breath is coming out ragged, but you hold the bike steady, not wanting to risk crashing.
Luke doesn't let up his assault on your cunt, fingers slowly increasing speed as they tease your sensitive nub. His mouth is trailing along your neck, leaving marks wherever he goes. He touches you with practiced ease and you slowly start to buck into his hand, chasing the pleasure shooting through you.
His arm around you tightens again holding you still, and you whine in frustration.
“Now now, can't have you tipping us over” The amusement in his tone is clear and you huff, annoyed at how much he's enjoying tormenting you. But he just continues his relentless teasing, making you shudder and let out sounds you only made in his bedroom.
After what feels like forever (but is probably only 15 minutes), you pull up behind his trailer. It's a slow day at the fair and he lives on the far end, away from most attractions, but a jolt still goes through your spine at the thought of someone finding you there, helpless to his touch.
You move to get off the bike, but Luke’s grasp keeps you in place, his fingers never faltering.
“Luke,” you pant out, “someone could see u- mmf!” You let out a surprised shout that's muffled by his hand previously around your chest covering your mouth.
“Well then, you better keep that pretty mouth shut for me, right? Wouldn't want everyone knowing how much of a slut you are for me” his voice is harsh in your ear and you let out a drawn-out moan, his words just adding to the fire rushing through your veins.
He pauses his movements and you momentarily think he's finally finished taunting you. His hips shift behind you, pushing your own hips forward a bit. You feel him shudder behind you and realize his crotch is now pressed very tightly against your lower back. You can feel his dick through his sweatpants as he grinds into you, clearly as turned on as you are.
You gasp into his hand, attention brought back to your cunt as he slowly pushes two fingers into you. You're so aroused that he can slide them in with little resistance, your wetness welcoming him. The pads of his fingers are rough from wear, and they feel incredible as he drags them back and forth inside of you.
You can't help the noises that escape you, muffled behind the steady hold of his hand against your mouth. Luke lets out a moan that's more like a rumble deep in his chest as he grinds his cock against you. His thumb returns to your clit, adding to the pleasure building in your center. You jerk forward, the feeling almost too intense for you to handle.
He stops his movements abruptly, pulling his hand out of your pants. You nearly sob in frustration. He turns your head to look you in the eye, hand still over your mouth. His pupils are so blown that the blue of his eyes is nearly gone. He looks ravenous.
“Are you starting to learn your lesson?”
You nod quickly, and he smirks.
“Good. But I'm not finished with you,”
Luke brings the hand that was just buried deep inside you to his mouth, sucking your juices off. He lets out a moan at your taste and you feel lightheaded. His fingers leave his mouth with a pop and you wish they were back in you.
“Now, we're going to go back inside my trailer and I'm going to finish what you started. And maybe if you're good, I'll let you cum, ok?”
You nod your head again, desperate to feel him again. He takes his hand off your mouth and you let out a loud breath, nearly panting.
He gets off the bike and holds out his hand to help you. You're shaky and unsteady, but you dismount without issue. The last thing you want to do is feel his wrath if you knock it over. He brings your face to his for a passionate kiss. You sigh into him as his hand threads through your hair to deepen the kiss, opening your lips to let his tongue explore your mouth.
Luke breaks the kiss and searches your face, looking for any sign he was going too far. You smile at him and bite your lip, letting him know you are A-OK with everything happening. His face softens for a moment and he smiles a crooked smile back at you, before the hungry look returns to his eyes and he tugs you up the stairs of his trailer.
You both get in as he shuts the door, already shedding his torn-up shirt. You tear off your clothes and clamber onto his bed. He stalks towards the bed, and nearly pounces on you as he climbs on after you, legs between yours as he holds his body above you.
He dips his head down to kiss you as his hands greedily roam your body, nails scraping slightly as he trails them over you. You moan into his mouth as one hand grabs your chest, kneading into the skin. He flicks your nipple, making you gasp and arch your back.
“God you’re gorgeous like this,” he murmurs as his gaze travels song your naked form, “I could keep you here like this for hours”
You keen at his words, your hands wrapped around his torso to keep him pressed against you, hoping he forgets about his ‘revenge plans’.
No such luck though, as he grabs your wrists with one hand and pins them above your head.
“It’s time you learned a little lesson about touching, so here’s how this is going to go; I’m going to enjoy myself and make you feel good, while you keep your hands right here the whole time, understand?”
You whine but nod, not trusting yourself to say anything that might wind him up more. He knows how much you love to touch him; running your hand through his hair, scraping your nails against his back, or just tracing each of his many tattoos. This was going to be hard.
Luke releases his grip on your wrists, and you dutifully keep them above your head. He smiles a dangerous smile.
“Good job, Baby.”
He kisses you one last time before he sits up and crawls off the bed. He leans forward to grab your hips and you yelp in surprise as he drags you to the end of the bed, your legs hanging off the edge. He moves forward until his still-clothed crotch presses onto your sensitive cunt, making you shiver. You move your hips, grinding on his dick that was so hard it must’ve been painful. He groans, but grabs your waist, pinning it still.
He leans down and kisses right in the center of your chest, then starts trailing his way down your torso, kissing and nipping at your skin as he does so. You let out breathy moans and sighs as his lips leave marks all over you, but keep your hands still, resisting the urge to touch him.
As he gets to your lower stomach, Luke kneels down, hands still gripping your hips. He shifts his attention to your inner thighs, bruising the sensitive skin beneath his teeth. You’re trembling, trying to maintain some form of composure as you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter.
Finally, he stops and you let yourself catch your breath before you feel the tip of his nose bump against your pubic bone. You look down and your breath hitches when you see him staring up at you, desire glaringly obvious in his eyes. Every instinct inside of you wants to reach down and tangle your fingers in his beautiful blonde hair, but the last coherent part of your mind resists.
That last fragment of coherence leaves you immediately though, when he sticks his tongue out and licks a long stripe up your folds. You throw your head back and let out a low groan as he steadily moves his tongue over your aching center with expert precision. For a man with such a tough exterior, you were always shocked at how softly Luke speaks, and equally as shocked at how adept he was using his mouth.
You’re lost in the feeling of his mouth working you closer and closer to your release when he latches onto your clit and sucks. Your gasp is cut off with a cry as he pushes two thick fingers into you again, curling them into the spot he knows will make you see stars. Your back arches and you reach down to grab his blonde locks, trying to steady yourself any way you can.
Luke removes his mouth from you and tsks, then bites down hard on the inside of your thigh. You almost sob, needing to touch him so badly you could cry, but you release your grip on him and reluctantly put your arms above you again.
He hums, satisfied, and goes back to sucking on your clit making you whimper. He adds a third finger pumping in and out of your glistening pussy, and you can practically feel his smirk when you attempt to clench your thighs close around him.
He hums again, and the vibrations on your sensitive nub combined with the precision of his fingers inside of you is too much to bear.
“Luke it’s- it’s too much,” You’re gasping with every breath, the tension in your core about to explode “I’m- I’m gonna-”
“Shhhh, it’s ok Baby, you’re doing so good for me. Let me hear those gorgeous sounds; I want to taste you as you cum for me.”
His soft words, combined with his mouth returning to suck on your clit and his fingers curling inside you finally tip you over the edge, the tension coiled in your lower stomach exploding across your body. You cum with a loud moan, crying out for Luke as you do. His fingers and mouth don’t stop, working you through the aftershocks until it becomes overstimulating and you tap the side of his head for mercy.
Luke withdraws from between your legs, carefully pulling out his fingers and giving your pussy one last kiss before he stands. You’re still catching your breath as you watch him, looking pointedly at his crotch.
He still has sweatpants on, and they do nothing to hide his achingly hard dick or the wet patch that's formed by the tip. You bite your lip, wanting to return the favor.
“That looks painful. Need a hand with it?” You sit up and move a hand to cup his dick, but his hand darts out and stops your wrist before you can make contact.
“I thought we learned a lesson on not touching without permission, hmm?”
You pout, but put your hand down to your side.
‘What, you’re just going to ignore that then?”
Luke chuckles but lets out a small gasp when his dick twitches, still confined in the fabric of his pants.
“I’m going to take care of this all by myself, and you’re going to sit there and look pretty while I cum all over you, sound good?”
He’s saying it as a question, but the dark look in his eyes when you tilt your head up to look at him lets you know there’s no making him budge on this. You swallow thickly and nod.
“Good, now just sit still and let me look at you,”
Luke pushes his waistband down, finally freeing his dick. He’s harder than you’ve ever seen him, steadily leaking precum from the flushed head of his cock. He uses the hand previously inside of you to slowly stroke his length, coating himself in your slick. You let out a small moan at the sight, wishing you were enveloping him, not his hand.
He increases the speed of his strokes, eyes roaming your naked form. He’s muttering words under his breath that you can barely hear, but you catch a snippet.
“...so gorgeous, so good for me, God, I love seeing you all fucked-out and wrecked like this…”
You notice his panting getting faster and his movements becoming erratic, as he approaches his climax.
“It’s ok, cum for me, Luke” You copy his soft tone, coaxing him over the edge.
He gasps out your name, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted as he cums with a growl, shooting his release all over your chest and stomach. You hum in approval, letting him calm down and catch his breath.
He tucks himself back into his pants, leans down to plant a kiss on your forehead, and then disappears into the bathroom. You collapse back onto the bed, exhaustion creeping into your bones. He returns after a minute with a damp washcloth and bends over to clean you up. You try to sit up to help him but he gently presses his hand against your chest, keeping you down.
“Shh, it’s ok. Let me take care of you.”
You’re more than glad to let Luke take the lead, unsure if your legs could even support you if you tried to stand. He finishes wiping you clean, taking extra care to be gentle around your now overly sensitive cunt. When he’s done he sets the cloth aside and kicks off his boots (has he really been wearing them the whole time?).
He crawls into bed next to you, bringing an arm around your shoulder to pull you closer onto his chest. You gladly curl into him, happy that you can finally feel him against you. You let out a yawn, the long day and energetic evening finally catching up with you. Luke presses another kiss onto your forehead.
“So, did we learn our lesson?” he asks, his tone soft and lighthearted. You giggle and snuggle closer, your eyelids drooping.
“Not sure, might have to teach me a couple more times.”
Luke snorts out a laugh and starts tracing little patterns on your shoulder with his thumb. You drift off to sleep in his arms, dreaming of motorcycles, the smell of cigarettes, and the love of your life holding your hand.
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HE XUAN headcannons !
sfw + nsfw. unedited. m!switch!reader x switch!he-xuan.
! CW
nsfw, spoilers. cock can be interpreted as a strap if not amab or identify as a male.
note: you are a banished god 🥶🫵
SFW ! hes so bbg..
- since he xuan's island is very well concealed, and usually is feared for people and gods alike to go to, it was quite the shock when he saw you, strolling around his island like it was your own personal domain. what nearly shocked him into his ass was that you were a banished god, and would've obviously been informed of the 'black water submerging ghost.'
- god knows how you managed to turn into lovers, but oh well. at least you weren't dead. he xuan was heisitant at first to let you get close to him, but seeing as you were immortal, he slowly opened up, starting from mn's and grunts to full fledged conversations. he was cold, and almost perfers to be alone, but with you pestering him for his attention as well as with help on your new home, he could do nothing except to hide from you in the water.
- since he xuan is more laid back, and doesn't have any current eyes on him, he is all for you. leaving small gifts of pearls and shit like that, he only denies he left anything for you. the best thing is, when you tease him about all the small things he did, his face flushes and he turns away with a awfully cute squeak. sure, he might be all terrifying and malicious on the outside, but who knew deep down he had this small soft spot for you?
- when you two are alone, hugging, cuddling, or about to go to sleep, he loves to trace and leave kisses on your cursed shackle, which surrounds your neck. usually pestering you with kisses and licks like a cat, you tease him in reply, calling him 'my tiger' or 'kitty,' as well as patting his head. he usually ignores those nicknames, thinking them foolish, but secretly adores the 'tiger' nickname. he has no complaints of the head pats though, only he wishes to have more of them.
- when you visit his inner domain, you nearly cursed him out for keeping a fucking skeleton in the main hall. he was at a loss of words (mostly at your vocabulary of curses) before taking it away with a long sigh. now pleased, you decorated the walls with beautiful pictutes, depicting him swimming with the skeletal fishes, or him sitting on a throne, a playful but lazy smile painted on his lips.
- loving to swim, he xuan convinces you to swim with him, before forgetting you cant breathe underwater. merely granting you the ability to breathe underwater, you swam together, playing with the skeletal fishes that once seemed like a absolute nightmare, now like a puppy, chasing he xuan around as you laugh, bubbles emerging from your mouth. at the sight of you laughing, he xuan's heart lit up, completely forgetting the revenge that was posted onto the wind lord's head.
NSFW ! smash ong ong
- those golden eyes, filled with lust, seemed to never leave your figure as you fuck him, his hardened cock leaking. soft moans make you feel like you could ascend again as you give him all sorts of praises, with just a couple words of degradation.
- the curses that he spewed out of his mouth made your lips twitch upwards as you continued to fuck him dumb, knowing that another day he would probably fuck you like this too. oh well, he looked beautiful underneath your foot, hole twitching and hugging into your cock as you continued to thrust in and out, chasing your climax.
- "mmmaah! f-fuck.. damn y-youuaaANGH! HHAH.. AAH! ♡"
- as you finish with him, filling him up, he lets out a muffled moan, obviously new to this sensation. just to see one of the 'four calamities' moaning and begging for you was enough to make your heart race, let alone having the chance to have this with him.
- just like you said, now it was his turn to fuck you brainless, eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure. your breath hot, moans soft and airy as he sucked you off, tip hitting the back of his throat everytime he bobs his head up and down.
- loving to watch you arch your back, he fucks you on all fours, not holding back a single bit. the pleasure turns into overstimulation before his fingers covers your slit, not letting you cum. eyes shutting in a whine, his continues to fuck you dumb, until all you can scream is his name.
- "hah.. moohre, moohre! pleashe—AH!—he xuan, moohreeAH!♡"
moral support from @renwaan as i wrote this..
why am i like this
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Skin on skin 🔥
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mdni dividers by @/cafekitsune
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Birthday Blues
A/N: A fic for my lovely @widdlepeetsselfship for their birthday! It's originally with Cannella, her OC.
Pairing: Formaggio x Reader
Genre: NSFW
Warnings: Reader wears a dress and does makeup has tits and pussy, coercive sex, non-consensual to dubious consent. man handling, degradation, PIV sex, praise kink, daddy kink
Summary: Formaggio wants to treat you to the best birthday ever but not without a price!
Fifteen minutes past noon is when you feel a slight shake, sunlight dancing on your closed eyelids like small fireworks. Shuffling away from whatever disturbance had the audacity to disrupt your slumber,you try to go back to sleep. A faint whisper comes from somewhere above…
“…wake up babe… sweetie baby!” He calls your name
The voice grows louder, bringing you out of the perfect dream you were having, of lavish desserts and expensive getaways to some otherworldly place. Disgruntled, you groan, opening your eyes to find your boyfriend hovering over your half-asleep form.
“Maggio…” you say groggily. “Why’re you awake so early…”
“Early? Babe It’s past noon, perfect time to wake up!” He gives you a goofy grin, one that would lighten your mood if you were not between waking and sleeping. You stare at him, slightly annoyed and not clearly thinking at all.
Without a word, you try to turn back to sleep only for your boyfriend to grab you by the shoulders.
“Hey hey hey, woah woah! Hold on, are you forgetting what today is?” He gives you a rare incredulous look and you realize for once he’s being sincere.
“Fuck, did I forget out anniversary?” The expression of pure confusion with the combination of your half lidded eyes and bed head makes Formaggio howl with laughter.
“Amore, it’s your birthday.” The emphasis on the words takes a minute to sink into your mind. You look at him for a couple more seconds.
“Oh… okay.”
“Don’t ‘oh, okay’ me! Get ready baby, we’re going out for breakfast. I wouldn’t be called Formaggio if I didn't even take out my sweetie baby on their birthday.” He caresses your cheeks affectionately, as if handling a feisty cat for the first time. It’s not how he would handle a real cat, being absolute dogshit with animals as he is. Yet the affectionate touch is enough to convince you. “Doll up for me real nice, I wanna see you in that dress.. You know the one.”
Formaggio winks as you pout at back, unclear to him whether because he asked you to get up or because of the demand to dress up to his choices. You sigh, even if you have much of an option there's a certain entertainment in humoring your boyfriend’s whims and knowing you’re most likely about to get free food is enough motivation to wake up past noon. Balancing yourself,you let yourself sit up.
“That’s my baby.” He whispers, bringing a slight blush to your face that you don't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing.
Watching him leave the room, you flip over the covers and drag yourself to the bathroom, determined to look your best. And Formaggio, being the experienced boyfriend he is, expects the time it takes for you to get ready. A rookie version of himself would have become impatient with waiting for his partner. But as he has learned and in your wise words…‘glam like this takes time.’
But it’s completely worth the wait as you walk out of your bedroom with your hair tied, a couple of hoop earrings, radiantly shiny gloss, a fur shawl, all brought together by a baby pink dress, the sweetheart neckline of which falls rather low. The glitter eyeshadow of your lids twinkle with the natural light in your shared apartment. You’d be damned if you don’t look your absolute best on your motherfucking birthday. Being the type of man he is, Formaggio barely feels inadequate standing next to his goddess of a partner.
In true Italian fashion, he grins at you with arms wide open as if to try and give you a hug. Grabbing your shoulders, he almost shakes you with mirth. “You look fantastic.” His handsome grin is more than a little overwhelming and You pretend it doesn’t make your heart flip flop in your chest, looking away.
“You look pretty handsome.” It's an understatement. Despite only adorning a blazer with a mesh shirt underneath, somehow Formaggio makes it look runway ready. Curse him and his beautiful tummy.
Clutching your purse, you walk to the door with him in tow, going down to the parking lot.
“Wait, bella, hold on.” While you try to walk out of the building, expecting him to take you there by foot, he has other plans. He produces something from his pocket, setting it down on the ground before giving it space. Within seconds, the tiny thing turns into a car. His latest loot from some random citizen no doubt. “We’re not walking today, my love,” he quips. Opening the door, he gestures for you to go inside. “After you.”
Impressed, you give him a pleased smile. “We aren’t late are we?” You ask, as he wasn’t waiting for you just because you wanted to get the perfect eyeliner for almost thirty minutes.
“Nope! There’s no such thing as being late where we’re going.” You quirk an eyebrow.. “Don’t worry, mio amore, you’ll like it.”
Quickly racking your brain for options, you let yourself think wishfully just a little bit. “Are we going to the new restaurant that opened up a few blocks from here?” You ask, perking up at the thought. Only for your expression to fall when Formaggio howls with laughter as he buckles his seatbelt. “Not at all. You’ll like this even better!”
The car ride is anything but silent, Formaggio rambling about this and that, yet he refuses to share his birthday plans.. But no matter, instead, you start listing the designer items on the latest Vogue Italia that you wish to get as gifts. It’s, by no means, a demand for him to buy them immediately. However, it’s quite a large hint at what he should aim to steal next.
Surely Formaggio is no fool. And as his partner expects, he produces another miniscule object from his pocket. He can’t get enough of your excited gaze into his hand.
It’s an antique necklace that looks worth at least $10,000. You're no fool either, knowing not to question your boyfriend's sources and methods when it comes to the spontaneous gifts he gets her.
“It’s beautiful…” you whisper, eyes twinkling to reflect the light from the necklace’s decoration. Taking it from his hand, you put it on, finally arriving at the destination.
“Mcdonald’s.” An amused look crosses you. .
“Yup, your favorite.”
You’re not sure whether to be excited or exasperated. Cheap fast food on your birthday… while dressed to the nines. You reluctantly get out of the stolen car, not waiting for Formaggio to open the door, pretending to be a perfect gentleman. Contemplating, You secretly wonder if Formaggio met with Prosciutto behind your back for a presentation on conduct and etiquette. Not that he could hold up such a persona for very long.
And as expected, he throws his hands into his pockets, nonchalantly walking into the establishment without even holding the door to the entrance.
It doesn’t take long for you two to order some food, chicken nuggets, a shake, some fries. He gets a soda for himself. But as per Formaggio’s predictions, it wouldn’t be the only thing you eat that day.
“You sure you want that drink, babe?” he asks.
“Well of course, you should already know my order by now.” You take a sip of her boyfriend’s soda, sideying him rather openly.
“Then what about the drinks we’re gonna have after?”
“What drinks?” You suddenly perk up, handing his soda back.
“Y’know the coffee with the syrups and all that, I don’t really get it.”
“We’re getting frappuccinos afterwards?” You can’t hide your excitement even if you try. And at Formaggio’s sheepish grin, you give him a bright smile, holding your boyfriend’s face in your hands. For a moment in your enthusiasm you forget the rest of the world.
“Maggio, I could kiss you!”
“Well then why don’t you?” Suddenly flirtatious, he moves closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist.
“Wait, not in front of these people.” You’re sure people are already giving looks your way from being dressed the way you are, and it almost crumbles your confidence.
“C’mon, sugar,” He encourages. Formaggio has always welcomed PDA with open arms. Unlike his disgruntled partner who would often even reject his affections if it was too crowded or busy. Yet it never makes him stop persisting. “Just a small one… it’ll be quick.”
Formaggio already begins to descend upon your lips when he whispers the words and you have no choice but to accept his kiss with no resistance. Holding him by the blazer jacket, you are still against him as he plants a few soft chaste kisses to your lips. Only to hold you by the chin and gently pry your lips open, allowing him to taste the inside of your mouth.
Formaggio’s tongue takes the form of pure ecstasy, making you shiver from the intimacy.
An awkward cough makes you two separate in a haste.
“Your fries and nuggets…” the waitress respectfully places the food at the table as Formaggio gleefully receives it. All while you silently fume. There was no need for her to interrupt and humiliate you this way; the waitress would display far better service by simply not saying anything whatsoever. Munching on nuggets and fries with extra gusto, you can’t wait to leave for those frappuccinos.
“Woah, slow down there, babe. Here, take my soda.” As Formaggio offers his drink, he chats casually, a similar back and forth you experienced in the car, leaves you feeling somewhat calmer. Eventually, forgetting you felt wronged at all. Every memory of your shitty dates to fast food chains flashes within your mind and a helpless smile forms around your lips.
“What’re you smiling about, sweetheart?”
But you don't have the capacity to be sappy in the middle of Mcdonald’s.
“Nothing. Let’s go, I’m done.” Reapplying some lip gloss, you wait for your boyfriend to finish his burger, a last minute purchase he got hungry midway through the date.
Finally exiting the restaurant, Formaggio drives to your favorite coffee shop, noting the good mood you’re in after having fast food for breakfast. He reminisces about Prosciutto once telling him off for craving a burger early in the morning, saying he’d find no one that matches his tastes so closely. ‘Eat shit, old man’ he thinks.
Parking in front of the shop, he’s barely able to walk out of the car before you’re already opening the door and marching in.
Considering Formaggio hardly has anything to eat from such a place, he’s in no hurry and only thinks of his plan once you’re done here… He takes his time, walking into the coffee shop with nonchalant strides, finding you in line to order and picks a seat to wait for you there. Somehow it always takes at least ten minutes for your drink to arrive, boring him to no end, never understanding your enthusiasm for a place like this. Where there is more sugar than coffee. But really, the thing he comes to see is your smile, full of food and sugar as you should be.
Formaggio insists you drink at the coffee shop, making up some bullshit about the nice atmosphere and how much you seem to like it. And given your perky disposition at the moment, he suspects you won’t anticipate his plans, ignoring the burning in his groin at the thought.
Patience is a virtue they say, one that Formaggio tethers himself to by a thin string, waiting for you to be satisfied and gesture for him to leave. He calms his nerves, settling himself back into the bastardly grin after rubbing his short hair by the side. It’s time…
Naples is known for its narrow alleys and hideaways, making it easy for Formaggio to locate a little hole in the wall between the building adjacent to the coffee shop. Pulling you with him, he eagerly near-drags you to a space where the sunlight doesn’t reach, completely shrouding you from the eyes of the public… almost. He’s sure any noise at this point of the day would be heard by nearby pedestrians.
“What’s going on?” Your curious, somewhat alert voice asks him as he corners you into a wall.
Brushing a hand over your shoulders, he lays a lecherous gaze over you in the dress. In his humble opinion, it fits too well. How is he to resist a squeeze or two? And what better time than your birthday. His stare doesn’t go unnoticed by his partner, heating your cheeks both in alarm and flustering alike. Grabbing your hips, Formaggio pins your back, leaving no room for escape.
“Just a little fun, you wouldn’t leave me hanging on your birthday right?” He doesn’t wait for the reply, kissing along your neck and collarbone, wetting them within seconds.
“Maggio!...” You want to yell, to shout. But your words only turn to sounds of pleasure, your mouth uncooperative with your brain. It’s unbecoming of you, yet you can’t bring yourself to stop him; his grip too strong, his touch too heavenly. Breathing heavily, you take his kisses as you did during breakfast. Except Formaggio is far less gentle this time, demanding more with tongue, making you whine, trying to push him off by the shoulders.
He chuckles into his kiss, as if your fists are nothing but child’s play.
“Settle down, sweetie…” Looking at you with lustful eyes, he says. You realize his irises almost disappear from the lack of light, making them appear as dark as abyss. A strange mix of shame and arousal swirl within you, trying to fight the feeling. “Oh don’t be like that, darling,” he says darkly, a hand already pressing between your legs to dig into your underwear. “Ya look too good in that dress for me to let this go… c’mon, I got the food and the drinks…”
As the pieces fall into place within your mind, you understand his enthusiasm to leave for breakfast, his urgency for you to finish your coffee… the bastard only wanted to bed you. Or well.. You realize it’s not much of a bed, standing panting against the wall.
As Formaggio’s thin string of patience finally snaps, he’s no longer satisfied, only grinding against your hips. Flipping you to your front against the wall, he allows himself to unsheath the burning cock from within his pants.
“Wait!” His partner’s words fall on deaf ears as he forces you to bend to his whims. The pink dress rides up, revealing your wetness to him easily, how perfect that it should be so short, so easily accessible.
“Just like a common whore,” he murmurs. She could only clutch the wall the dear life as he teases her entrance slowly, covering himself in your arousal. “Stop it, Maggio…” she you whine, the resistance of your mouth not matching the anticipation of your body. And within seconds, you find yourself full of him to the brim. Panting helplessly, you try to keep yourself quiet. But your boyfriend only makes it more difficult, bending atop your back to kiss your neck and claw at your breasts..
“Sweet doll, ya always take me so well,” the grin is apparent in his voice, even if she can’t see the smug satisfaction on his face. Biting your lip, you let her body jerk to his thrusts, not trusting your voice to be of any use.
It disgruntled your boyfriend a little bit, who is enthused by your noises during intimacy. He moves his hips faster in hopes of getting more out of you. “You’re doing so well, doll…my personal whore. Dressing like that just ‘cause I said so.” He takes a moment to chuckle, encircling his arms over your stomach to knead the soft flesh.
At long last, his wish is fulfilled as you moan out a helpless “daddy…” in which he relishes.
Laughing still, he kisses over your back where it’s exposed. “So sweet.” It doesn’t stop him from continuing to thrust, now clearly chasing orgasm without paying mind to your needs. You hold still, realizing he would be cumming inside you.
“Wait please! Maggio!”
But your words are interrupted by your own orgasm, taking you by surprise when you squeeze him tight, making him plant his seed inside you within seconds.
“Fuck,” you whisper. Hearing him sigh, and pull out, You straighten yourself, worried about the condition of your dress and hair. You’ll have to reapply that lipstick. As Formaggio zips his pants, you fuss over the rumpled creases.
“I’ll take ya home, so you can get changed,” he says, clearly not as concerned.
“I’m not sitting in the car with your cum inside me!”
“Do you have a choice?” He challenges. “Or did ya want me to eat ya out before we go?”
You hit him up the shoulder. “It’s not funny, Maggio!” Huffing, you make your way to the car, hoping no one notices the trail of white down your thigh.
Scoffing, Formaggio follows, wishing you a mockery of a “happy birthday.”
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Prompt of plz plz that art of dan listening to herberts notes !!!
Art in question is this lovely piece from @sidetrek (sorry if this wasn't what you had in mind when drawing this haha).
Dan was prepared to admit that he had a problem. He'd heard of some weird kinks over the years, both from personal anecdotes friends had shared, and through his medical studies. He supposed having a thing for someone's voice wasn't the oddest thing in the world, all things considered, but for Dan, who'd always been a pretty vanilla guy when it came to sex (comfortable, his brain amended), it was off-putting. Not so off-putting to get him to stop doing it though.
"Time is November eleventh, ten fifty-two pm," Herbert's voice droned in his ears. "Examining a cadaver for possible partial or full reanimation."
Dan closed his eyes, blocking out all sights, focusing only on Herbert's words through his headphones. He sighed and reached down to palm himself over his underwear. He was already half hard from anticipation and excitement.
"Subject is a fifty-three-year-old male. South Asian in appearance. Presented with complaints of chest pain and shortness of breath. He died shortly after from a pulmonary embolism. I'll be looking to establish how much damage was done to the arteries. With hope, the blockage in his lung didn't tear."
Dan rolled his hips up into his hand for a minute before getting impatient and reaching over to squirt some lotion on his palm. He pushed his boxers down and grasped his exposed dick, fully erect from Herbert's precise annunciation of the word embolism.
"Making Kocher incision now. Subject is reasonably muscled, suggesting an active lifestyle, though had a history of smoking. His family history showed no signs of lung cancer, which is promising."
Dan imagined the scene as Herbert spoke: Herbert stood under the harsh overhead light, apron and gloves on as he sliced open the cadaver's chest with his scalpel. The split skin and dark blood would have no impact on him and his eyes would remain impassive where they were visible over the top of his surgical mask. His cock twitched in response to the thought and Dan bit his lip as he squeezed it.
"Subject's lungs appear healthy. No signs of contusions to the costal surface. Right ventricle and pulmonary trunk appear intact. Perhaps he was a swimmer. Length of torso suggests he had the ability to hold his breath for quite some time."
Dan's own torso was sheened with sweat, his shirt open to let the cool air of the ceiling fan brush his hot skin. He pumped his hand in earnest, chasing his mounting pleasure. He imagined his hand was Herbert's hand, that Herbert was right beside him, his mouth to Dan's ear, whispering all the things he was saying in the tape. What he wouldn't give to hear Herbert say contusion to him in person.
"Making mid-line incision now." Herbert's words were accompanied by the squelch of blood and moving organs. Dan's toes curled at the sound. "Surrounding organs appear undamaged. Subject has had his appendix removed. Liver seems worn. Possible alcohol abuse. Deterioration does not appear to have progressed to the point of liver failure."
Dan gasped as he thrust up into the ring of his hand. His breath came out of him in ragged puffs in time with his pumps. His guts were tightening up as his pleasure built. He was so close-
"Subject appears a suitable candidate for full reanimation. Suturing the skin now. I'll have to inform Dan."
Dan came suddenly, the sound of his name from Herbert's voice playing into his own ears enough to push him over the edge. He pumped himself through the waves of pleasure that coursed through him until he was dry, his hand wet with his own release. He laid there for a moment, breathing heavily and listening to the click of the recorder, soaking in the feeling.
After a minute his heartrate returned to normal and he sat up, reaching for the tissues on his nightstand. Herbert would be home soon. He'd need to put the tape back before Herbert realised it was gone.
With luck, he'd have a new tape for Dan to listen to later.
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gentle-hearted itto having intense mating instincts is my jam. oni don't attack humans, but his blood boils whenever he sees his darling receiving any attention that isn't his. he feels the urge to show off and display his might at the numero uno, to make his darling laugh at his corny jokes.
sometimes, his gaze turns dark. he spaces out, long enough that even his henchmen take notice. on such days, he loses all inspiration. no jokes, no loud boistering of his strength. on such days, his oni blood begs for the brutality he is so adamantly against.
his footsteps take him to yashori island, to a place that was once a beautiful estate. it was a sad sight at first, before he took it upon himself to restore it to its former glory. many questionable acts it took to gather the wood necessary, but finally it was ready.
soon everything would be in place. itto, his precious darling, their children and the tatarigami protecting them from the dangers of the outside world.
WARNING NSFW AND IMPLIED NON-CON: I TOLD YOU I JUST WRITE FILTH FOR ITTO.
UGHNNN AMAZING ANON I LOVE THAT AKJSDNJKASDNK
I also love the idea that he becomes obsessed with the first pretty girl who happens to be nice to him.
That first exchange means a lot more to him than it does to you. Maybe you thanked him for saving you from some monsters with a tender kiss on his hand, and since then he hasn't stopped thinking about you. That memory dances over and over in his mind.
He remembers your pleasant aroma, the softness of your skin, the sweetness of your voice.
So he lets his imagination run wild.
They are mostly cute scenarios, maybe you give him something you made, or thank him with one of your charming gestures, or laugh at something he told you. That's the Itto we all know and love.
But sometimes his imagination becomes much darker, more in tune with those instincts he pretends to ignore. Sometimes he imagines you lying on the grass while he fucks you mercilessly, licking the honey-sweet tears that run down your cheeks and delighting in your moans.
He gets hard just imagining chasing you, he is much faster, much stronger, and you are so small in comparison…
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Oh, well, yeah. I will be arrest.
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~THE LATE BLOOMER~
Angel Dust x gn!virgin!reader (requested, smut)
Dying a virgin had never been in your plans.
Ending up in a hotel that rehabilitates sinners hadn't either.
You and the other residents of the hotel decided to go out for once, after some encouragement from Cherri. She's not a resident, but a friend of the one and only Angel Dust.
Oh... Angel. The tall, breathtakingly beautiful spider demon. You never thought less of him because of his occupation. He's so much more than that in your eyes. He's smart and goofy all at once, unexpectedly protective of you as well...
He has saved you from three spiked drinks so far.
The feeling of one of his arms snaking around your waist and dragging you to the dance floor makes you feel butterflies. It's the fourth club you and your friends visit tonight. You're definitely a bit tipsy by now but that's not a sin, is it?
You start moving your body, letting go of the nervousness that comes with being so close to Angel. He's dancing as well. Your bodies are complimenting each other's moves. You can feel the heat radiating from his body and you're glad the club's lights prevent your blush from showing.
You've heard countless jokes about him being a power bottom, but you can't help but feel intimidated... He has so much experience while you.... well, you've never gone all the way with someone.
The whole night drags on like so, but there's a shift in the air. There's tension, your skin coming alive with goosebumps when he gets too close. Angel keeps throwing horny comments around, that's just him (or his persona), but tonight something feels different.
You surprise yourself, going as far as flirting with him. Your insecurity making matters more complicated in your head. You're inexperienced, very much so, why would he ever want things between you two to escalate?
What would you be able to offer him he hasn't seen or felt before?
You'll realize, a lot. Genuine reactions being one. Actually feeling being another.
The lot of you return to the hotel almost in the morning. You and Angel walking side by side. You wish you had the courage to reach for one of his hands, but then again, hand holding? Not good enough.
The porn star and the virgin. You hate the sound of that.
But in all honesty, your body counts shouldn't define you. Angel is such a sweet guy, so sexy and charismatic... And you... Compliment yourself you idiot! You're awkward, but sassy in your own way.
You don't go straight to your room. Before you know it, you and Angel are having even more drinks at the hotel's bar.
He talks about his shitty boss and you can't help but stare. His expressive eyes have captured you entirely.
An almost undetectable smile appears on Angel's lips. Finally someone that really does look him in the eyes when he speaks. It makes him feel validated... and horny. He's holding a glass in one hand and a cigarette in another. He stomps out the cigarette
"Hey sweetie, wanna move this somewhere more private? I sure hope so~"
You're in his bedroom before you can blink twice. It's a mess, with clothes strewn about and a few sex toys scattered on the floor. The walls are adorned with graffiti and posters. But there are some rather cute nick-nacks lying around as well. Photos of all of you together, like a family. Selfies of him with Cherri. Nugget's bed and toys.
You're feeling particularly hot. Small talk cannot save you now.
"You look nervous sweetener~"
"I... can you just... can we just kiss? Get it out of the way?"
"Oah darling, now that's what I like to hear."
Angel looks at you, a playful grin on his face. "Sure thing, sweetie." He leans in and presses his lips against yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth to explore it thoroughly.
You practically moan. The sound is muffled by his hot mouth on yours. Your breaths are mixing and the alcohol in your veins is making the euphoric feeling even better.
Angel breaks the kiss, panting only slightly.
"You taste good. So fucking good."
He starts to unbutton your shirt, revealing your chest. His hands roam over your body, squeezing and groping as he continues to kiss you.
"Oh... I... mmm~"
You can't help but enjoy yourself. He makes it look so easy, effortlessly making you come undone under his skilled fingertips.
Angel Dust pulls away, looking into your eyes with a predatory glint.
"You're gonna make me fuck you, aren't you? Admit it."
You gulp, trying to catch your breath. At last, you manage to get the words out without stuttering.
"You have to know something... I-"
"Oh, I know everything I need to. Trust me."
He pushes you onto the bed and climbs on top of you, his fur tickling your skin. He starts to kiss and nip at your neck, moving down towards your chest.
"A- Angel! Wait!"
"Too late, sweetie." He continues.
Still, he soon realises you mean it and notices you look rather scared. His gaze softens.
"What is it?"
"N- nothing... Forget about it..."
For now he shrugs it off. Angel resumes his previous descent, teasing your nipples with his tongue before taking one into his mouth and sucking hard. One of his hands finds its way between your legs, rubbing against your clothed sex.
You moan and grind your hips into his hand.
"That's it" Angel spits out, "let me hear you."
He increases the pace of his fingers, sliding two inside to stretch you out as he begins to lap at your sex with his tongue.
He's not usually the one in the dominant role, but it makes him feel good to be in control of the situation for once.
"Fuck, you're so fucking hot" he pants, his eyes practically glowing with lust.
He removes his fingers from your virgin hole. You can't help it now. You just blurt it out.
"I... I haven't done this before."
Angel stops what he's doing and looks at you in surprise.
"You're a virgin? Why didn't you say so?"
He sighs and shifts so that his hips are above you, his hard cock rubbing against your thigh. He reaches for a drawer in his bedside table, taking out a brand new condom.
You feel raw embarrassment and your cheeks are burning up.
"I didn't want to be such a turn off."
"Don't worry, sweetie. It's not a turn off. In fact, it's kind of hot~"
Without wasting any time, Angel positions his cock at your entrance and slowly pushes in, groaning as he feels you around him.
"Fuck, you're so tight baby."
Your eyes roll back in your head. Angel, being a porn star, hadn't had a chance to go with someone that inexperienced in a good while.
"Ooooh, you like that?" Angel asks as he begins to thrust in and out of your tightness in a gentle and swallow pace.
He uses two arms to pin you into position, while another hand finds its way back to your sex, rubbing it roughly as he peaks up pace.
He would have never guessed he'd had to break his bottom reputation just for you. He's not mad about it though. It's nice. Your expressions of pure bliss and ecstasy are the best reward he could have asked for.
"Aww, shit... so good~"
Angel growls out, pulling your leg up over his shoulder to change the angle of penetration. His hips snap faster as he takes you harder, slamming into you with rough strokes.
"That's it, baby. Take it all!"
His high pitched voice is like music to your ears and all you can do is moan and whimper and huff out puffs of air.
Angel's thrusts become more erratic as he loses himself in the pleasure of your tight hole. His cock is buried deep inside you, hitting every wall as he fucks you hard and fast. "Fuck yeah!"
He hadn't enjoyed himself in such a long time. With you he can actually feel pleasure. No cameras, no posing and no pretending.
"Cum for me, baby... We... Gotta... Getta there-"
Angel's voice is shaky with need. He continues to pound into you, feeling your walls clench around him as your orgasm approaches.
You're a sweaty mess.
" I... Oh... I'm scared..."
"Don't be, just let it happen and I'll help you through it."
Angel Dust whispers these words of reassurance as his thrusts become more gentle. He's waiting for your climax. He keeps nibbling at your collarbone.
Your legs start trembling involuntarily.
The spider demon smirks, knowing that he has you right where he wants you.
"That's it, baby. Come for me."
Angel encourages you, his eyes locked on yours as you begin to tremble. His hand squeezes your thigh, causing you to moan loudly as you finally orgasm.
"Fuck yeah!"
With one last thrust, he releases his own pent-up tension, filling the condom with his hot cum. His cock twitches inside you as he groans in pleasure. He did well with you. He knows it.
"Such a tight hole you got there for me darling..."
His words come out slurred, like a murmur.
Angel slowly pulls out of you with a pop, he discards the condom and then just looks at you. You appear to be spent but content. A warm and fuzzy feeling overwhelms him and he smiles.
"A- Angel... Can you cuddle me?"
"Such a brat, aren't you now?"
You chuckle. You feel giddy and exhausted at the same time. That was a good way to lose your virginity.
"Can you or not?"
"What do you think I have all these extra arms for suga?"
Angel liked that you stayed after your intimate moment had passed.
Cuddling was another intimate moment that followed and he looked like he needed that more than you.
You're gonna make it work now. Both of you. Or should I say the three of you, fat nuggets included?
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Safe
Summary: Home Sweet Home.
A/N: Listen y'all this NSFW 18+ should be par for the course at this point. So like….just don’t okay?
As always, the inspo is thanks to the Goosecord and my beautiful partner in crime @ken-dom who continues to inspire the Gosling drabbles daily.
Bless you my new found chosen sister for putting up with my antics! (Yes I copy pasted, yes it’s still valid don’t come for me)
This is a continuation of what I’ve affectionately titled the Nurse Series, read previous parts here.
Enjoy my loves! <3
The next morning, unsurprisingly came without incident. You sighed heavily, dropping your spoon into your empty cereal bowl.
“Court, come on, you promised”
He shook his head almost immediately “I don’t make promises” he muttered before pulling himself to his feet.
You sighed leaning your head back as you groaned “Court, come on,” Your eyes followed him as he walked across the kitchen, dropping dirty dishes in the sink before coming to a halt behind your chair; his pensive expression fixed on his face.
You looked upside down at him from your place at the table, but didn’t ask again, instead you huffed with irritation.
He broke eye contact first, walking back toward the bedroom and you called after him “Today”
Again, you got no response, so you pulled yourself to your feet and stalked after him, stopping abruptly when he re-emerged from the bedroom.
“Today” you repeated
A hand pressed on his firm chest, keeping him from avoiding you further.
“Court” you locked eyes with him waiting for a response
His eyes focused on you, not speaking, but you stood your ground and waited.
Finally he nodded, but not without a heavy sigh. “Fine”
***
You hadn't been home more than twenty minutes before Court had you in the backyard running drills. It had been over an hour.
You landed hard on your back with a gasp before he blocked out the sun looming over you.
“Again”
You stayed lying in the grass having already ended up there half a dozen times. Court extended a hand as you sighed, taking it as he heaved you back up on your feet like you were no heavier than a Barbie doll.
“I can't do this” you breathed hard looking down at your feet.
“You can,” he disagreed “You have to”
You wanted to argue, you knew you couldn't, but you were already starting to feel defeated.
“I'm never going to get the upper hand on you, you're so much bigger than I am”
“Size doesn't matter”
You dropped your arms looking up at him with a raised eyebrow “You can't be serious”
“I am” he nodded “You just have to know the weak spots”
“I can think of one if you're going to be a smart ass” you retorted “It'll bring you down to my level real quick”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Won't do much good if he grabs you from behind”
As if to prove his point, his arms wrapped around your entire frame pinning your arms to your chest.
You struggled to get free and Six only held on to you tighter.
“Stop” his voice was low next to your ear, his breathing low and even.
You stopped struggling and closed your eyes letting a breath out through your nose.
“You can get out” he whispered making you shiver
“How's that?” You asked softly
“Turn your palms down, then all at once, throw your hands down and your hips back”
You did as he said and felt his grip come loose as you dropped to your knees. You couldn't help smiling as you got to your feet turning around.
“Good; don't ever turn your back on Lloyd”
“I learned that the hard way”
“Shoot first, or you won't get another chance”
“And what if I don't have a gun?” You reasoned
“You will”
“And if I don't?”
“Then you swing, and if you land a blow, you don't stop,” he answered, squaring up in front of you. “Understand? I don't care how tired you get, and you will get tired; you keep swinging
You held your arms up fist clenched and watched him study your stance.
He kicked your foot out a little further, making it wider. “Think about standing on a moving train, the further apart your feet are the better your balance”
You nodded, for whatever reason your heart was slamming in your chest.
“Your non dominant hand is always going to be up, protect your face”
You nodded taking in a shaky breath
“Always block with your arm or your shoulder if you can”
Another slow nod as you ran your tongue between your lips
“Aim for his jaw, here” his fist touching gently just under your chin. “Make him bite his tongue”
You swallowed hard as he continued “If he leaves his nose open, you break it. You either punch straight and you hit right here”
Again, the knuckles of his fist stopping just shy this time of the bridge of your yellowing nose.
“Or you take this part of your hand,” he continued pointing to the heel “And you thrust up as hard and as fast as you can”
Suddenly the memory of the sickening crunch of your own nose as it shattered under Lloyd’s identical assault came flooding back as an unexpected stream of tears fell and you gasped suddenly feeling dizzy.
Court’s quick reflexes caught you before you could land in a heap.
You sobbed, clinging to him as he sank to his knees in the grass.
He knew he probably shouldn't have pushed you this hard this fast but not having the security of the safe house anymore made him nervous.
He knew you hadn't had a chance to process what had happened, not really. Every time he had asked, you had said you were fine. He knew it would only be a matter of time before it sank in.
He pulled you closer, tucking your head under his chin, arms wrapping tightly around you.
“It's alright,” he whispered as your body shuddered underneath him.
He closed his eyes as you screamed with hiccuping sobs; your fingernails digging into the flesh of his forearm where you were still gripping tightly.
“You're safe”
This caught your attention. He shifted as you pulled back looking at him. Your glassy eyes searching his face.
“I'm scared” you whispered, so quietly he has barely heard. Fresh tears slipping down your cheeks.
He just silently wiped the tears from your face and you swallowed hard.
“Aren't you scared?” You asked and before he could answer you carried on “Of course you're not”
“Wrong” he interjected. “I am scared, but that's why we're doing this. Lloyd will never get the upper hand on you again”
“You don't know that”
“I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure he doesn't”
“I…” you started and he cut you off
“Will be prepared next time”
“Next time?” You asked and he nodded
“Lloyd will come back, we just don't know when”
You sniffed before pulling yourself to your feet as he followed suit, tossing you a pair of gloves to pull on as he picked up the sparring pads.
“As many as you can,” he said simply “Go’
His feet stayed planted as you landed blow after blow, but sooner than you liked, you started to get winded.
Six picked up on this almost immediately.
“Keep going,” he pressed
You shook your head but your hands kept moving “I- I can't…”
“You can,” he encouraged “You will, because Lloyd won't stop”
He staggered when your next blow landed harder than he anticipated but quickly regained his footing.
“That's my girl” he muttered, not missing the small smile that tugged at your lips.
You landed a handful more punches before you dropped your arms, your face flushed and panting.
Six dropped the sparring pads at his feet before stepping forward, wrapping you in a tight hug.
You twisted in his hold shaking your head in protest
“Don't, I'm all sweaty”
Six ignored you completely, taking your face in both hands before kissing you so deeply you grabbed his waist instinctively as you lost your footing; moaning unintentionally into his mouth.
He pulled back after thoroughly exploring your mouth with his tongue.
Your fingers curled slightly on his waist, a small whine coming from the back of your throat as your head swam in a fog, much like that first night he had kissed you in your living room.
“Jesus,” you whispered “If you had kissed me like that in the safe house I probably would have stayed a year”
He laughed kissing the top of your head “Guess I should have thought about that sooner”
“What was that for?” You laughed lightly
“Just haven't in awhile”
He swept your legs out from under you, scooping you into his arms bridal style and carried you towards the house.
You pulled the velcro closure on the back of one of your fingerless gloves.
“Leave them”
You tipped your head curiously with a smirk. “You got a glove kink I don't know about?”
He didn't answer, just winked as he carried you over the threshold into the kitchen.
Your breath unintentionally caught in your throat and you instinctively wrapped your arms tighter around Six's shoulders.
“You're alright,” he spoke gently “He's not here, no one is here”
You closed your eyes, leaning against his shoulder, face buried in his neck; his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back.
“Deep breath” he whispered, carrying you to the living room before setting you back on your feet.
Your arms stayed firmly locked around his neck, worried if you let go you would drop. “I hate this” you muttered letting out a shaky breath; letting his scent fill you with comfort.
“I’ve got you”
His arms wrapping around your comparatively small frame as your emotions finally got the best of you.
He let out a heavy sigh, making a mental note to snap Lloyd’s fingers off one by one, as your frame shook against him, gut wrenching sobs of fear violently wracking your entire body.
He didn’t speak, just held you tightly, feeling your fingernails sink into the flesh of his back, as if he would vanish the second you let go.
You pulled back just slightly taking in gulps of air “I’m going to be sick” you breathed before flying down the hallway; Six followed close behind as you dropped to your knees on the tiled floor. He slid behind you, holding the strands of hair not held back by your ponytail off your face as you heaved nothing but bile, you hadn’t eaten properly in days and Six felt responsible for that too.
You gave up after a few more painful heaves, pulling yourself up from the floor and turning to face him where he stood offering you a towel.
“Thanks” you muttered, wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.
He didn’t speak, just put the lid of the toilet seat down before sitting you on top. You didn’t argue, just watched as he put the stopper in the tub and turned on the hot water
“Court-” you started before he shushed you gently pulling you back to your feet.
“Up” he motioned to your arms and you sighed complying, too drained to argue
He lifted your shirt gently over your head before you dropped your arms back to your sides as he checked your bandages; most of the minor cuts had healed almost completely, the bruises were an ugly yellow colour, but there were a couple wounds that were stubborn.
Hooking his thumbs in the waist of your yoga pants, he slid them down your legs, along with your underwear, careful of the gash on your thigh as he sank to knees. You used his shoulder for balance as you stepped out of your pants, and he tugged your socks off before he stood back to his full height.
He reached behind you, gently tugging your elastic from your hair and tossing it on the bathroom counter before offering you a hand to help you into the still filling clawfoot tub.
You turned to face him once you were standing solidly on porcelain.
“Join me?” You asked, your voice barely a whisper as he released your hand as he shed his own clothes before stepping in behind you, you nestled comfortably against his chest as he reached to turn off the tap, the water already dangerously close to overflowing onto the bathroom floor.
You sighed deeply, letting the hot water relax the tension that seemed to thread through your entire body leaning back against Six’s shoulder, letting your eyes slipped closed as his hands washed away the dirt and grime, and memories of the last few days. Days, it had been mere days since the beginning of all of this, it had felt like a lifetime ago.
He took his time, and was quiet, his steady breathing keeping you grounded as he rinsed the shampoo and then conditioner from your hair. Only after the water had started to run cool, he kissed your shoulder gently before climbing out of the tub and wrapping a towel around his waist before offering you a hand to climb back out yourself, wrapping you in your favourite fluffy towel before lifting you off your feet; normally you would make some sarcastic comment about how you were capable of walking up a flight of stairs, but tonight you leaned quietly against his chest, letting him carry you upstairs to the bedroom you missed more than you had realized.
When he set you back on your feet, you sat at your vanity catching his reflection in the mirror, his hand extended, waiting for your hairbrush. You made eye contact with his reflection “You can’t be-”
“Shhh” he put a finger to his lips, taking the brush from your hand and slowly running it through your quickly drying hair.
Once he was finished, you took the brush back, setting it on your vanity before standing and turning to face him.
“Can I speak now?” you asked softly, closing the short distance between you, reaching to tease his still wet hair.
“Depends” he smirked
“I love you”
He shrugged, hands resting on your waist, disappearing in the fluffy fibres of your towel “I guess I’ve got a thing for you too”
You pouted, attempting to pull out of his grip, only to be unsuccessful as he held on tighter; pulling you flush against him before leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you too” No hint of amusement in his features before his lips sealed over yours gently.
That familiar heat stirring in your core as his tongue tangled with yours. His hands reaching between you, his languid kiss uninterrupted as you felt the towel wrapped around you disappear; his warm, naked form pushing flush against your own as you fell back on the plush blankets of your bed.
You shifted as the mattress sank under his weight, he climbed on top of you, kneeling between your spread legs; one hand braced on the mattress to support himself, the other cupping your face, a calloused thumb gently stroking your cheek before he finally broke your kiss.
You breathed heavy over his head as he kissed and sucked gently on your warm neck, you gasped softly as your pulse raced against his lips. He kissed lower, your fingers sliding through thick strands of his damp blond hair.
You arched into his touch, moaning quietly as his tongue slid slowly over the peak of your nipple, first one, then the other. One hand sliding slowly up the length of your hip coming to rest on your pelvis as his head dipped lower, kissing a trail over the curve of your stomach as he listened to you take in a shaky breath.
The fingers of his free hand, teasing your folds; you writhed over him, fingers tugging gently on his hair as you bent your knees to dig your heels into the blankets. His strong hand pinning your hips in place.
His warm breath on your centre made you whine with need; before you could speak your thoughts, he sucked your clit into his mouth while simultaneously sliding his middle finger inside.
Your grip in his hair getting tighter still as your hips bucked forward as much as he would allow as you cried out.
Almost as quickly as he had started, he stopped, releasing you from his mouth, sliding his finger out from inside you slowly, before bringing it to his own lips, sucking it clean.
You pulled him back on top of you, your mouth finding his, tasting yourself on his tongue. He moaned against your lips as his hard cock pressed against the inside of your thigh briefly before he reached between you, guiding the head to your entrance.
You wrapped your arms around his back, fingers curling against his flexing shoulder blades as he slowly sank deeper inside you, breaking your kiss to groan against your neck as your walls clenched around his shaft.
You moaned next to his ear, as his hips rocked slowly, moving you together on the bed as you hooked one ankle around the small of his back.
Neither of you spoke, nothing but heavy breathing, occasional moans and the soft squeak of the mattress underneath you filled the room.
It had been so long, that within a matter of minutes you were gripping his shoulders a little tighter, breathing a little harder, a single whine was all the indication he needed, his hips picking up speed, just slightly, but it was enough. You crushed your lips against his, moaning into his mouth, back arching off the mattress before your legs squeezed tighter around his middle, your orgasm washing over you in one massive wave of pleasure.
Your walls clenched and quivered around his hard shaft, his moans mixing with yours as he filled you with his own release.
Your breath caught in your throat as he slid from inside you, landing heavily in the empty space next to you.
You immediately found your place on his bare chest, his heart thudding heavily in your ear as he pulled the blanket you had kicked to the foot of the bed up around you; an arm wrapping around you protectively as he kissed you gently.
You sighed, your eyes closing as you sighed satisfied, letting yourself relax. This was safe. He was safe.
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For @ken-f-cker :)
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ALHAITHAM HEADCANNONS . .
sfw, some nsfw.
gn reader, little ooc.
SFW . .
colleagues / friends at first !
alhaitham will occasionally talk to you, whether its about meetings or expeditions. maybe its because your tolerable towards him, or maybe its because he'd rather speak to you then kaveh. he usually spends his days in the library or recording meetings, but if not he's usually out inspecting ruins and such.
alhaitham knows when you're in a bad mood, since he prefers traveling with you over traveling with kaveh. he will leave you alone, since he is only seeking out information or asking you to go out on adventures together. if you seem to feel extremely upset, he will notice and try to soothe you somehow.
after somehow befriending him, he will spend more time around you, but if on a adventure with others, he will try to find more private times with you just for company. he despises crowds more then everything, so if you conduct a large group, he will decline the offer and try to persuade you to either only take him or to bring a smaller group.
when working, he tends to be more serious, and doesn't bring up things that are not related to work. when not working, he tends to make more jokes, but is also a little flirty. he loves history, so for his birthday you always get him history books or take him on a 'date' to the desert to explore ruins.
SFW . .
lovers !?
as lovers, alhaitham will want to spend more time with you. he commonly sneaks you out of work for some hugs and cuddles, and it is usually noticed by others. when the group meets up (kaveh, alhaitham, cyno, tighnari.) it is common for teasing to happen among the group, especially around you and alhaitham.
alhaitham's love language is physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time. he usually lurks in the library, which causes him to loose touch to interactions sometimes. but now, instead of creeping around the library for books, you invite him over for tea, cuddles, and more.
always going out to the desert to study ruins, he bring you along for fun. he seems to find the best presents for you too, whether its a rukkhadevata mushroom, or a beautifully drawn picture of a sacred ibis.
he loves playing with your hair, and especially lines braiding small braids in between strands. to repay his favor, you always give him a small kiss on his cheek, which he gets flustered over. you loves teasing him, especially when he tries to pretend its nothing and looks away.
you're a flirty type, and always likes touching the right places at the wrong times. he will get very flustered, especially when he's reading. he doesn't mind though, he loves the way your hands trail over his abs.
NSFW . .
fantasies and seggs !
he is slightly on the larger side, with a length of 7 in. veiny, and very sensitive.
he is a dom and switch, but you usually take control as a power bottom. he's not a fan of penetration (both ways), but he can settle for fingering you if you really want to. you will edge him until his whines turn into whimpers and begs, and then when he cums, it will be loads. he loves thigh fucking, especially dragging it and teasing you with small praises.
he has big tiddies. they're pierced, and very sensitive to touch. he loves having them rubbed, and even if hes not close to cumming, some precum will leak out of his tip.
he gets jealous easily, and will let you know with either drawing hearts right above your sex, or taking out his frustration when you're alone. he takes out his frustration with an aggressive blowjob, and a sloppy thigh fuck that can leave you on edge. he also loves to edge you for days, whether if its something you said or did that made him pissed off.
ok horny fucks im done
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𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓲 𝓪𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓛𝓪𝓬𝔂 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮 💖
Just a simple fantasy of Jotaro and Noriaki when it comes to what they want to see on Madison. Has that fantasy come true yet? Who's to say, they'd definitely bring it up with her one of these days. 🙈🙈
#jojo self ship#jojo oc#jjba oc#oc x canon#Scarlet Star | Madison x Jotaro#Cherry Ribbons | Madison x Kakyoin#original character#madison adams#creator draws#ok to reblog#cw suggestive#cw slight nudity#n sfw#impure#tunglr i suHWEAR if yall flag this and compromise its visibility i'm gonna 💢💢💢🤼♀️👊💫💫💫
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