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“No Nut November” Pt.3
| Repost: 01.09.23 | 1.4K | Mature |
NRC 3rd Years X GN!Reader
| Sexual Themes | Masturbation | Flirting | Sorta Creepy | Voice Kink | Phone Masturbation(One-sided) | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |
Earl’s Notes: A special thanks, to those who have reposted and shared as such with me<3
♡ TREY CLOVER ♡
LOSER #ONE
Let me preface all this with those who lost, lost most definitely on purpose, except for Cater and Idia. Trey’s losing. That’s his first thought when Ace and Deuce ramble about it to him and knows he’ll lose if you’re anywhere near him. If you just don’t ever acknowledge his existence, he’s automatically winning. But you don’t, 'cause he’s got baked goods that you like and they're free. Ain’t no way you're avoiding him. Trey also doesn’t take NNN super seriously, so it’s okay if he loses. I also have this slight thing that Trey already loves when people eat his deserts, but with you, it turns him alil on, not in a creepy way, but ya know. He’s turning the other way if you get any sorta food stuck on your lips, or face.
Ngl, he probably daydreamed about this exact scenario, as much as he hates to admit. He just learned a new recipe for your favorite dessert, deciding to add a Lil whipped cream. He was so proud of himself, as he texted you about it, and you, being a loyal friend without hesitation, pull up. You and whip cream, we know what this leads to. You, silly Lil, you end up with whipped cream on your face. Trey, without skipping a beat, imagines it as his cu—he has to excuse himself. Moving to his room to jack one-off. He’s extremely guilty after.
“I’m glad you like the dessert. I made it with you in mind.”
♡ CATER DIAMOND ♡
LOSER #TWO
Stood not a chance. Wasn’t even gonna try. He’s such a horn dog. It’s almost embarrassing at this point. 90% of the time, you're responsible for his third boner of the day. Because Cater is such a social phone person, he has multiple pictures and most definitely trades with Ruggie. He just has the most innocent to the most scandalous (as in you sleeping at Heartslabyul, don’t be weird) Like he has access to you, or your pictures 24/7, a recipe for disaster.
So, as always, it’s a nightly ritual at this point. Laying on his back, his roommates are far into dreamland. It’s late as his eyes gradually run along the phone screen, slowly pumping his dick. Your name is a silent cry on his lips. He’s shamelessly losing and doesn’t give a damn.
“[Nickname]! You are simply the cutest, letting me take a pic!”
♡ LEONA KINGSCHOLAR ♡
LOSER #THREE
Not only is it a chore to participate, but also a chore to actually do the deed. As well as Ruggie sending photo after photo of you, being you. Which has the lion beastman slightly interested, but far too damn lazy. Leona is lasting till the end of the month, simply because he doesn’t get horny, like could go weeks without masturbation. So it really is a ‘if he feels like it’ situation. Like if he needs to cum, he’s going to. Not some imaginary competition is stopping him. Though Leona attempts the competition for about 5 minutes before he’s bored with it.
He definitely forgets for the later weeks of November, till one compromising moment. Not even something inherently sexual, you had massages his ears, something that only lovers would do. Most definitely tried to ignore the boner that tightened his boxers as he tried to sleep, tossing in turning. He finally settles with a growl, nearly shoving his hands into his underwear. (Though I’m personally a firm believer Leona would never wear clothes to bed, you and Ruggie probably begged him to at least wear underwear so that when you had to wake the lion prince, he didn’t whack you in the face with that horse of his. Ruggie’s actually been slapped, which is hilarious)
“Leave me be, Herbivore. I’m not doing something so dumb.”
♡ VIL SCHOENHEIT ♡
WINNER #ONE
Short and sweet, if he’s going to cum to you, it’s going to be within your presence. He’s not going to fantasize about you, he’s going to have you. So he’ll wait till he has you. Period.
“I have no desire, Spudling. Why is it you care? Do you desire to bed me?”
♡ ROOK HUNT ♡
LOSER #FOUR
We saw how he is with Neige and this man damn near nearly cums with anything he sees as beautiful. Like he’s weird. Rook Hunt is mad weird. Though I love him for it. #RookHuntforPresident. Similarly to Cater, he has photos of you, physical and digital, and honest access to you at any point, though he’d never masturbate to you in a tree outside of ramshackle, he has thought about it. He honestly is similar to Vil. He wants to be able to fully experience you and revel in the moment with you, but he ends up thinking about it far too much which leads him being hot and bothered.
So that’s why he loses and isn’t that so beautiful, that he can put competition aside for love and beauty. His breath comes out as short huffs, legs unusually shaking, his hat discarded to the side. His face flush and eyes that seemed to glow, a low moan of your name, cum sputtering from his dick head.
“Mon très cher Trickster, permettez-moi de prendre soin de vous de toutes les manières!”
♡ IDIA SHROUD ♡
INDEFINITE LOSER
Idia is a hentai-watching, cum-drinking slut for you. Like I don’t make the rules. He hypes himself up for NNN, bragging, chatting, confident with all his lil e-friends, til the actual day NNN begins. His goal was to simply ignore you, like as if you didn’t exist, like you wouldn’t just show up uninvited. How hadn't he included that in his calculations? Most definitely has a school uniform kink, like have you met this man? You could be dressed for a day at the church and he’s cumming at the thought of you sucking him off while the choir sings of the lord. He’s shameless.
His hair wildly burning pink, voice stuttering as his tongue runs across his lips, trying to stop himself from drooling and cumming as he fucked his hand, leaning back in his gaming chair. Your voice is just so nice. His eyes roll into the back of his skull, a shuddered breath as he realizes he’s close. He damn near breaking his phone to hang up as he cums, painting his computer screen. Leaving you on the other line, completely confused.
“I-I-I wasn’t avoiding you! Just—Just working…. Yes! This game counts as work! Get Out!”
♡ MALLEUS DRACONIA ♡
WINNER #TWO
Now, why would you tell this man about NNN? Cause he’s genuinely distraught. Like should he win in your honor, or should he simply indulge in his desires to bed you? Literally asking Lilia, the worst person to ask, cause Lilia is having a field day. Best day of Lilia’s life. He’s telling Malleus to simply have fun and try. It’s better that way if you wait. The problem is Malleus doesn’t want to wait. Spoiled royal rich boy. I swear. Why must he suffer in simply doing what he pleases with his soon-to-be darling? Half of Diasomnia recognizes you as Malleus’ spouse, which is a little problematic once you actually go to the dorm and half the people are referring to you as if you're royalty. Malleus is absolutely pleased that Diasomnia accepts you, even though you aren’t together yet.
Malleus is the only one on this list who will directly go to you. Without a doubt, just appearing with little fairy lights in your bedroom, a large unhidden bulge. Like who let a horse in the house. Literally scares you out of your skin. Grim, luckily, isn’t home. He’s sorry but swears it’s urgent. Thinks you jacking him off is a loophole to NNN, he’s a darling. So when you send him away, embarrassed as hell, he’s sulking in his bedroom. Refusing to masturbate unless you're there. (Deadass sitting with arms crossed, glaring at the wall with a pout, boner still very prominent. He’s a spoiled, royal rich kid.)
“Then I will simply make them mine. That way I can indulge happily.”
♡ LILIA VANROUGE ♡
LOSER #SIX
Menace. Loses, cause it’s funny. You being scared by him turns him on. Like it’s hot to see your body flinch, and your eyes widen. Loves it. He’s lived so, so long, so the oddest of things turn him on. This is probably a cycle through all of November, him scaring you, but purposely not cumming till the very last day.
Teeth digging into his lower lip, hand slowly teasing, dragging along his cock, imagining it's you. Rolling his head to the side with a hot chuckle. Your name is hot and playful on his tongue. You’re so worth the wait, so worth the pain. Though this isn’t a victimless crime, you feel what he felt one day. (Bout to become a Lilia Supremacist)
“Fufufu~ [Name], you teasing little thing~”
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"Early Morning"
| Repost: 01.24.23 | 1.1K | Mature |
Dire Crowley X AFAB!Reader
All Involved are 18+ | Smut | Staff x Staff | F!Oral | Relationship | Consensual Somnophilia | Established Relationship | Pussy Drunk Crowley | Porn w/ No Plot | Etc | Proceed with Caution, Dearest.
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He wakes up early, hours before the rise of the sun, hours before the singing of the birds. Mask discarded upon his nightstand, hair disheveled, and black blankets jumbled. He lets out a soft groan. Shifting in his bed and rolling onto his side. You lay with your back to him, still peacefully sleeping.
Dire shifts around, scooting closer to you, arm sliding over your form, lips connecting to the nape of your neck. Nails grazing against the skin of your stomach, eyes sliding close, as his warm palm drags downward, gliding over your thigh, thumb running along the band of your underwear. His eyes drift open, moving to sit up properly, laying you on your back. He presses a subdued kiss upon your lips, before shimming underneath the blankets. Hands sliding over your legs, pressing chaste peeks against your thighs, sliding one leg over his shoulder, nose nudging against your clothed clit.
He lets out a pleased hum, fingers fidgeting with the elastic band, lazily dragging his fingers until they reached your inner thighs, pulling aside the fabric covering your cunt. He drags his tongue along your folds, gathering your slick and humming. You tasted absolutely divine. He dives in blindly, sucking at your sensitive bud, nails digging into your flesh, forcing himself closer. His hips rutting against the bedsheets. You react even as you sleep, soft moans slipping past your lips, your legs subconsciously moving and gently squeezing his head. Pure absolute bliss. That has him groaning against your wet clit. His tongue drawing figure eights.
Over and Over again.
You shift, hips grinding against his face, as his tongue slipped into your dripping cunt, his nose rubbing against your bundle of nerves, sending waves of electricity that made your back arch beautifully. He groans against your lips, his right hand dragging from your thigh as he pulls away, his hot breath fanning across your twitching pussy, his two fingers sinking into your clenching cunt. He looks at you, watching your face contort. He watches your juices coat his fingers, squeezing them, sucking him in. You’re just so good to him, even in your sleep, so welcoming as he leans down, sucking your bud, using his fingers to graze along your gummy walls.
You call his name, confused, yet breathless, watching golden eyes flicker up to you, pulling away, his chin and lips coated in your slick. Yet his fingers don’t stop moving, causing you to choke on your breath. He greets you. Eyes flutter over your form as you move your legs from his shoulders, urging him towards you.
His kiss tastes like you, and you shudder, hands clinging to his shoulders. He whispers against your lips, one hand cupping your face, with the other slips out of you, moving to slip his harden cock from his briefs. He begs, pleading for your to allow him to fuck you, just so so good. He deserves it, doesn’t he? He’s just been so so good this morning. So good in pleasuring you, in eating your slobbering cunt so so good. He drags his leaking head against your clit, teasing his cock against your entrance. He peppers kisses along your face and neck, shifting to where your knees resting against his hips.
He’s gentle at first, nearly gasping for air, a whine mixed with a groaning slipping past his lips, feeling you stretch so deliciously for him. He fumbles with his words, forehead against your neck, you just feel so divine. Pulling him in so desperately, it’s just so good. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. He whines, feeling you breathe into his ear, arms wrapped around his neck. He’s gentle at first. As his hips meet yours, his length fully nestled deep within you. He waits, waits until you ask him to move. His thrusts are shallow, listening to the sound of your gushing pussy. He moves to where he’s further away from you, your hands moving to grip the bedsheets beneath you. Your body on full display for him. Just for him.
He just can’t get enough. His teeth dig into his bottom lips, hands gripping your waist, quickening his paces. Ignoring the saliva that dripped past his lips, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head every time you squeeze. You want him. Truly want him. His mind goes blank, watching you greedily take him. Your hips move to match his pace, eyes struggling to stay open. He just loves you, loves you so much.
His next thrust is hard, one that has you choking in such lovely surprise. Fumbles of ‘yes’ slip past your lips, ‘Just right there’. ‘Don’t stop’. ‘Please’. Like a record on repeat, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, feeling his cock hit the one-stop that has you unraveling. Your voice rises in pitch, your grip tightening on the sheets. He wants everyone to hear you, to know how good you feel on his dick, that he is whom you wake up to every single morning, that has you walking with a slight limp.
His pace is almost bruising, sending your body jolting, and back arching off your bed. A burning, painful knot forming in the pit of your stomach, tightening after each thrust, has you begging. Desperate for it to snap. Dire sucks in a heavy breath. He’s close, so close. His thrusts slowly turning sloppy and his voice turning into incoherent words and whispers, confessions of his everlasting love. Everlasting. You come together, searing hot waves of pleasure, forcing yourself to become utterly speechless, short huffs of air exiting your lungs, feeling Crowley come inside, filling you with his seed, painting your dripping walls, as you gushed around him, squeezing him dry.
He nearly falls over, pupils dilated and locked onto the scene as your cum slipping past his cock and dribbling down onto the bedsheets. It’s just too much. His cock twitches, and he lets out a hot sigh, his chest shuddering as he looks at you. You look fulfilled. He can’t help but smile, running a hand over your face, leaning forward, and gently kissing your lips. He watches as a ray of sunshine through the open curtains, framing your beautiful face perfectly.
His eyes drink in the scene, etching it into memory. You are just so lovely.
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“No Nut November” Pt.2
| Repost: 01.09.23 | 1.3K | Mature |
NRC 2nd Years X GN!Reader
| CHARACTERS 18+ | Sexual Themes | Masturbation | Flirting | Sorta Creepy | Voice Kink | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |
♡ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ♡
LOSER #ONE
He honestly doesn’t know about NNN, until he heard Ace and Deuce talking about it and so he asks Trey. Who simply laughs out loud and sorta explains it. Riddle literally goes red in the face and wants to collar anyone who speaks about something that is so embarrassing. Until you casually mention it and think it’s funny. He’s sorta like that’s dumb. He’s totally not doing NNN, not even for you. But he thinks about it, various times throughout the day. I honestly believe that Riddle isn’t a very horny person, so he rarely gets hard till the most random of times. He sorta just plainly ignores it as he does homework in his bedroom. Absentmindedly chewing on his pen, think about you and how’d you touch—
He'll win, simply because he can’t bring himself to jack off. Though most likely had the most intense wet dream known to man. He woke up shaking and shuddering, sweating as if he fucked fr. He swears that would never happen. He would never put his dick in you—can’t make eye contact with you for weeks without becoming red in the face.
“Off with anyone’s head who participates in something so disgusting—No, I’m not red in the place!”
♡ RUGGIE BUCCHI ♡
LOSER #TWO
Loud and proud with “winning”. Knows all about NNN and he and his friends probably keep track to make sure each other doesn’t fail. So at the same time, he’s tryna preserve his NNN streak, he’s tryna ruin it for everyone else. He’s taking the most outta pocket pictures and will just casually show everyone, like one where you slip in a puddle, another why are you biting your lip. Leona is his biggest victim. He thinks he’s untouchable until you go outta your way to get him a gift. The only gifts Ruggie ever receives are the rare gifts from friends and family from the Afterglow Savannah, or the various things Leona “gives” him. So a gift from his crush.
He’s crashing and burning. Fumbling over his words as he darts off to his room. Tripping over himself as he struggles to unbuckle this belt, kicking his door close with a slam. He’s almost shaking from excitement, like a dog in front of a fresh meal. Leaning against his dorm and bucking wildly into his hand. Will act like he never came to the thought of you, though several say some heard him whimper your name.
“No, I didn’t lose… no, I don’t whimper.”
♡ AZUL ASHENGROTTO ♡
ULTIMATE LOSER.
I’m sorry but when it comes to you and trying to not masturbate. He’s failing. Losing before he even knew about NNN. Like, he’s so embarrassed when Floyd and Jade talk about as they walk to class, his face is pink before he’s coughing it off and calling NNN a children’s game. He’ll not participate in something so silly. Like bsfr.
As if he hadn’t his face shoved into a pillow and his blankets shoved between his legs. Hair, disheveled, and face red as he grinds into the multiple blankets, at exactly November 1st, 4:13AM. Like the sun isn’t even out.
“That is a childish game—No! I didn’t ‘jizz’—Don’t say such brash things! Especially in public, Floyd!”
♡ JADE LEECH ♡
WINNER #ONE
He wins simply because he wants to win. He has no carnal desire to ‘fuck his hand’ nor ‘ruin his bedsheets’, both kindly phrased by Floyd. Don’t be mistaken, he has before, seeing as he’s extremely interested in the human body. But he already knows what he likes and what makes him tick, of sorts. But you. What makes you hot and bothered? Are you into biting? Maybe blood? Maybe you like it rough, or maybe you like it soft. Which one is it?
This NNN isn’t going to be for him to have self-control. It’s going to be for you. He simply loves the embarrassed look you have when he gives you shy touches or whispers in your ear. He loves to see the way humans react. His goal isn’t to just make you lose NNN by cumming, he wants to be there and be the one that makes you cum.
“Please do tell, what is it you’re into? Shall we explore together?”
♡ FLOYD LEECH ♡
LOSER #FOUR
Loud and proud, this time with losing. Zero shame in talking to you about it. All in your ear, whispering about how hard you made him and how he came to you. Not even in a private place, probably during passing period when the halls were all crowded. Now don’t be mistaken, he “tried” for a good 60 minutes till you were minding your own business. Probably you yawned in his vicinity. He blames you for losing.
Floyd is such a flip-floppy person. Like he’s mad, he’s lost one moment, cause if you didn’t just walk around all alluring, then he wouldn’t have fucked his hand. But he’s also happy, cause he gets this type of reaction outta you. Plans to fuck you at the end of the month. One way or another.
“Don’t be like that Shrimpy~ I was just tryna have some funn hallway chit chat~”
♡ KALIM AL-ASIM ♡
LOSER #FIVE
Don’t feel bad for him. Everybody and their momma knew Kalim wasn’t winning. Everybody in that dorm knew that the moment he said he was doing NNN, he was going to lose. Like he’s the only one shocked when he’s having difficulty winning like he isn’t a huge simp. Like you say ‘jump’, Kalim is like ‘How high?’ He’d jump off a cliff into the ocean if you asked him to.
Lasts a day. A day. Longer than Jamil thought, who gave him 5 hours max. Others betting 20 minutes. So he shocks everyone, but at the same time is it a flex if everyone can hear you getting down and dirty in your room and everyone in a 10-mile radius can hear the person who has a crush on name being moaned. Kalim acts normally the next day, but Jamil looks so ashamed.
“Yeah, I lost, but it’s just a game. And I don’t mind losing [Name] is just so irresistible!”
♡ JAMIL VIPER ♡
UNDECIDED.
Truly can’t decide whether he would win or not. He’s only participating because of Kalim, who begged. So he’s playing. Which he’s proudly like, ‘I got this, no way I’m losing.’ Until you pull up, and around a lot more and he’s genuinely enjoying spending time with you, to the point you showing up in his dreams. One day in class he blanked out and had written your name with his last name. Suddenly he’s avoiding you like the bubonic plague. Like he sees you in the hall, he’s spinning around, dragging Kalim the other way.
I’ve changed my mind. He’s losing. He probably got a huge boner from spending time with you in his dorm room and thought that he could ease the pain and annoyance of his boner without cumming. For someone who’s in the dorm of mindfulness, why did he think that work, as he stares at his homework that’s now painted in his mess.
“I’m not avoiding them… I’m just taking a shortcut.”
♡ SILVER ♡
WINNER #TWO
He can barely stay awake to do homework. He sure ain’t staying awake to jerk off. Though he knows about NNN, because of his very loud dormmate, known as Sebek Zigvolt. Who challenges him. Silver, half awake and tired, agrees. Definitely forgets, and his only saving grace is him falling asleep mid-masturbation. Kid, you not. Has woken to his limp dick in hand on multiple occasions. Though I do believe that Silver stays very alert even in his sleep, so no one has caught him with his dick out. He’s been close.
He can barely stay awake to do homework. He sure ain’t staying awake to jerk off. Though he knows about NNN, because of his very loud dormmate, known as Sebek Zigvolt. Who challenges him. Silver, half awake and tired, agrees. Definitely forgets, and his only saving grace is him falling asleep mid-masturbation. Kid, you not. Has woken to his limp dick in hand on multiple occasions. Though I do believe that Silver stays very alert even in his sleep, so no one has caught him with his dick out. He’s been close.
“I won… oh okay…”
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“The First Vessels”
| Repost: 02.16.23 | 1.2 K | Rated Mature |
Yandere!Various X GN!Reader [Aether/Lumine, Kaeya, Amber, Lisa]
| Yandere | Cult AU | Obsession | Mention of Self harm [Not the Reader] | Sexual Suggestions | Genshin Impact | Self-Aware Genshin | Proceed with Caution, Beloved. |
T.Manor.Notes: Repost from my old blog.
They are the first to become your vessels.
The first to fight with you.
The first to know of you.
It’s something they brag and hold in high regard. Even if you don’t use them as a vessel anymore, they still hold the title of being first. Something that not even the Archons can deny. They let the others know how much they did for you; how much they care for you and you, them.
It’s something they brag and hold in high regard. Even if you don’t use them as a vessel anymore, they still hold the title of being first. Something that not even the Archons can deny. They let the others know how much they did for you; how much they care for you and you, them.
It’s something they brag and hold in high regard. Even if you don’t use them as a vessel anymore, they still hold the title of being first. Something that not even the Archons can deny. They let the others know how much they did for you; how much they care for you and you, them.
It’s something they brag and hold in high regard. Even if you don’t use them as a vessel anymore, they still hold the title of being first. Something that not even the Archons can deny. They let the others know how much they did for you; how much they care for you and you, them.
It’s something they brag and hold in high regard. Even if you don’t use them as a vessel anymore, they still hold the title of being first. Something that not even the Archons can deny. They let the others know how much they did for you; how much they care for you and you, them.
The twin you chose will silently brag, confident that they’re the main vessel that, no matter what, they are a vessel you will always see and use when the time is right. It makes them happy, euphoric even. They put you above all else, because you are worth more than anything else. They view you as kind and understanding, for you are the only one to truly provide aid, even if it is limited. They know you’d travel with them to the ends of Teyvat to find their twin.
Located deep within the teapot was a room that only they could enter, a room where they, with the help of a certain alchemist, were able to form your body. Even if it isn’t completely stable, nor usable, to a certain extent. Your body couldn’t walk, but eating and talking was enough to satisfy the twins’ needs. The twin rests their head against your thighs, their hands squeezing at the soft flesh, staring at you with pure adoration. You run your fingers through their hair, and they talked about their journeys and travels, even if you know it all, had seen it all arise—you let them speak.
“Anything. My God, I’d do anything.”
“You’re so good to me.” Your voice comes out as a whisper as you grow tired, your spirit and mind slipping back into the twin’s body, the form made for you falls limp into their arms. They hold on to your fragile form, their lips brushing against that of your body.
They love you, the true God of Teyvat.
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Amber can’t help but stay close to your side. The mere mention of your name in Mondstadt has her running to where you are. As you fight enemies, you might just catch a glimpse of an arrow brimming with flames, setting off attacks, before you could even pull out your sword. She is devoted; she is utterly and completely yours.
Feeling you within her, your thoughts become hers and her actions becoming yours. She fights with all she has, a sigh of relief leaving her mouth. She finds strength in your words as she finds courage in the wind. She’d do anything to please you, even if that meant fighting Stormterror alone. She’d do it without a second thought. Her hands run over her covered arms, shuddering at the feeling. It isn’t you, but she feels you. Happily allowing you to use her, even in the moments when she experiences death, and wakes up beside a statue as if nothing took place. As you worry or fret over her.
“Please. Forgive me! Let me try again!”
“Alright.” She is desperate, for she knows the wrath of a God. They are cruel, for when the Anemo Archon is upset, the winds blow and trees howl, and renders her unable to ride the winds. Yet you, your anger, is never that great nor frightening, and you indulge her in her delusions.
She is obsessed with you, obsessed with the idea of you.
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Kaeya is a flirt till the end, but will not hide the feeling of wanting to be wanted. He is honest, but at the same time, he denies such emotions. He easily laughs at the Archons, admitting that he is better than them, far more worthy than them. Far more needed and desired. His sword is tight in his hand, as he defeats his enemies within your name. The drink light in his grip as he drinks to you, staring at you through the traveler’s eyes.
A groan leaves his lips, sinking further into the plush blankets of your bed, a bed that only the traveler sleeps in. A bed in which your scent, your smell transcends that of reality and radiates off the blankets. He’d at the worst get scolded by the twin, but for now, it doesn’t matter. Your smell is intoxicating, and he makes him weak. Feeling his hips rut into the mattress, shoving his nose deeper into the sheets. He loves, love, love, love, loves you. His hands gripped the thick blankets, a muffled groan leaving his lips. His eye patch discarded to the side. Maybe one day, shivers ran down his spine, rubbing himself against the mattress. If he was so lucky, you’d walk in. Walk in on him, his hips sputtered to a stop, a groan leaving his lips, and maybe even join him.
“I’ve been waiting for you.” His voice is sweet as the Traveler returns, clearly tired from the day’s venture. Watching you offer him a smile, before plopping face forward into the bed, you can’t tell, but the twin can. They give him a knowing look, but say nothing.
The bed smells like him.
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Lisa would consider herself the calmest of the group, and the most to treat you as an average human. Ignoring the glares sent her away when she calls your name and not that of your title. Now don’t mistake her for being the least loyal. She worships you just as much as the others. Wiping out those who whispers out dreadful things about you, sharing stories and tales of you whenever it feels right to. She loves you.
Her fingers drummed against the book, watching you read, trying to gather information of creatures. Creatures abnormal to that of Mondstadt and from across the sea in Inazuma. She pretends as if she isn’t paying attention, simply indulging herself in the important novels, a pleasant smile on her face. Every time you ask of what she’s reading, she simply shrugs, saying it’s boring. Her fingers fiddling with the edges of her skirt, before sliding it upwards. Her expression neutral, she lets nothing slip as she imagines you, from mere pictures that were painted. Imagines it’s you and her in the smutty erotic novels she reads, you and her closer than ever. Trading her fingers with yours, she bites her lips.
“Is the book good?”
You ask again and her gaze flickers to you. Before looking at the pages. She lets out an airy hum and a small chuckle. She closes the book with one hand, staring at you again. “It could be better. Though--” She pauses, pressing her legs together, as she slides her wet hand through her thigh, drying them off slightly and brings them to her lips, as if she was merely thinking.
“It was an enjoyable read.”
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They are the first to become your vessels.
The first to fight with you.
The first to know of you.
It’s something they brag and hold in high regard. It isn’t something that the archons could take away. They never would attempt, lest it displease you. Though one day, the twins vow, locking the door to the room where your body is hidden.
No one is worthy enough to see that of your true form, not in person.
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"Lost Bet"
| Repost: 01.12.23 | 0.7 K | Mature |
NRC 1st Years X Fem!Reader
| Characters 18+ | Sexual Themes | Smut | Woods | Wolf Knots | Poly | Orgy | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |
You blame Grim.
That dumb, stupid cat that you love so much and if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be in this intense, stupid position. If you hadn’t lost that dumb bet.
Sebek lets you lean against him, holding your wrists tightly, your face flush against his chest, while Jack grips your waist painfully. Fucking your cunt hard and fast, his pelvis smacking against the fat of your ass. Your body jolts with each thrust, your legs shaking and nearly buckling. Your hands clinging to the fabric of Sebek’s uniform, blubbering into his shirt.
"Look at her—takin’ your cock so well." You whimper at the sound of Ace’s hard voice, feeling his fingers drag along your slobbering folds, kneeling beneath your form. You can hear Jack suck in a breath, feeling his thick cock spread you open, his tip nudging at your cervix. "Please—please—please," words blindly tumble from your lips, feeling your world spin, listening to the lustful moans of both Deuce and Epel who jerk each other off. It’s too much.
"You like that—getting fucked in the woods." Ace’s words are blunt and taunting, his tongue running along the place where your dripping hole met Jack’s cock, earning a groan from the wolf beastman. You shake your head, hands clawing at Sebek, begging for any sort of grounding. Trying to get away from Jack’s overstimulating and bruising pace. That had your nails digging into your palms for any sort of grounding. "It’s embarrassing to run away. You lost." Sebek’s voice draws out a desperate whiny moan from you, his breath hot against your ear.
"It’s—not—its," You choke on your words, letting out a strangled sob, feeling Ace’s tongue twirl around your overstimulated bud. "Move over, I wanna taste—That’s okay, right?" You can hear over the sound of wet slapping skin, Deuce moving to where he crouched under you. Hungrily tasting your wet cunt, not waiting for an answer, your hips jerk and you tighten, squeezing Jack like a vice.
"I can’t—I can’t—"
Tears decorate your lashes, Jack’s arms wrapping around your lower half, hoisting you up, earning a groan from both Ace and Deuce. Your head falls back on Jack’s shoulder, rolling your hips, trying to recreate the missing friction. "Make room Jack." You whimper as Sebek grabs at the flesh from under your thighs, pushing them up to your chest. Rubbing his red cock head, collecting your slick before slowly pushing into you.
"Wait—" your panicked voice falls on deaf ears, feeling the burn of Sebek and Jack’s cock, both nuzzled deep within you, your back arching.
Your eyes snap close, feeling your shirt and bra push up past your chest. Another source of stimulation joins as Epel wraps his lips around one of your nipples, bugging at the hardened bud. Ace and Deuce still licking your clit desperately.
"I’m moving." Jack voices with a growl, sliding his dick out and slamming it back into you. Sebek lets out a throaty growl, following his lead with shallower thrusts, cum and slick coating his pale cock. His pupils blown. He forces your knees closer to your chest, quickening his pace.
"I’m—" You can feel the knot tighten, drool slipping past your lips, crying and moaning, one hand tugging at Epel’s hair, the other helping hold your own leg up. Your hips bucking to match the fae and beastman’s bruising pace.
"Go ahead. Cum." Jack’s voice is deep and throaty, the knot snapping, your cunt gushing over Sebek and Jack’s cock. Cum spewing over both Ace and Deuce’s faces. They both ride out your high, feeling both their cocks seeming to swell, Sebek’s face flushing red, smashing his lips into yours, while Jack digs his teeth into your neck. You can feel him spurt his cum inside, his dick pulsing and twitching before he slowly slides out with a groan. Jack’s cum is more violent, a knot forming, keeping his dick deep inside as he fills you up.
"You weren’t supposed to knot her." Sebek watches the milky ring of cum that rests just about Jack’s twitching ball sack, before looking at you. Your head lulling to the side, feeling both Deuce and Ace paint your ass and Epel painting the sides of your exposed stomach.
"Shit—I didn’t do it on purpose—" He looks down at you, still hoisting you up. He would be completely unable to move away until his cocked swelled down.
"At least you’re stuck together." Deuce tries to lighten the mood, earning an eye roll from Ace and a snort from Epel.
"How romantic."
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“No Nut November” Pt.1
| Repost: 01.10.23 | 1.3K | Mature |
NRC 1st Years X GN!Reader
| CHARACTERS 18+ | Sexual Themes | Masturbation | Flirting | Sorta Creepy | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |
♡ ACE TRAPPOLA ♡
LOSER #ONE
Swore he wouldn’t fail. Would not shut the fuck up. Would constantly brag about how well he did. When it’s only been a day. He’s the most likely to fail on the 1st day. Not even most likely, he does. That’s mad embarrassing but will most definitely lie for the entire month.
He 100% blames you. You just happened to wear a hot-ass outfit [very very casual relaxation clothes] when he came to Ramshackle after school, he swears you did it on purpose. When he returns to Heartslabyul, exhausted from studying but trying to hide his hard-on, he makes a beeline for the bathroom. Nearly ripping his belt off, biting his bottom lip as his hands make contact with his dick.
“This is all your fault—”
♡ DEUCE SPADE ♡
LOSER #TWO
Definitely was aware of No Nut November, but didn’t really get the hype, nor were girls really attracted to him during his delinquent days. [He’s lying. Deuce had girls flocking to him in droves. He’s just oblivious] Deuce doesn’t really view himself as a sexual person until he met you. Unlike Ace, he’s taking it seriously. He’s gonna prove he has self-restraint and is better than Ace. Fails on the 2nd day, partly because he forgot, but also because you smiled at him. He won’t lie, but at the same time will dance around the topic for the rest of November. It’s pretty obvious to everyone he failed.
He swears he isn’t some sexual deviant. You’re just so kind and sweet, and a wonderful person. He can’t help himself. The thought doesn’t cross his mind’ til he’s already close. Laying on his side, his face shoves further into the fabric of your shirt. He lets out a choked groan, desperately fucking his fist. He’s already so close, might as well finish. You won’t ever know.
“... I’m sorry, [Name]...”
♡JACK HOWL ♡
LOSER #THREE
Let’s be honest. Jack knows and finds it annoying, like what’s the purpose? Will definitely participate when Ace makes fun of him for not being able to last. He’s competitive. Will act all high and mighty and honestly does well. I give him 15 days at most before he breaks. He most likely forgot the first 10 days, but then started to notice you a lot more, like the way your eyes seem to sparkle, and your laugh is something he can’t ignore. The next 5, he’s forcing himself through and is becoming mad grumpy, cause well.
Says fuck it the moment he sees your skin that’s usually covered. [You showed him a portion of your stomach or bare legs, he’s going feral] Before you can say a thing, Jack is already gone, deciding that he’d be unable to walk into his dorm without drawing attention to himself, he’s deep in the forest. Leaning against a tree, imagining his hand is you. At Least he doesn’t have to clean up much. He’s slightly guilty for the next few days, but won’t tell you, but you will see an influx of gifts.
“This is so embarrassing…”
♡ EPEL FELMIER ♡
LOSER #FOUR
Almost as loud as Ace, with his bragging. Especially with just your friend's group, no Vil or Rook in sight. He’s letting his country accent fly, with not a damn care. It’s a little funny and cute. Don’t say that to his face. I’m gonna make an educated guess and say he definitely needs to bust it at least once a day. He gets even worse after meeting you, often disappearing into the bathroom, but who needs it for 20 minutes on average? I don’t know what’s worse, Ace bragging and losing the 1st day. Or Epel hyping himself up, only for you to mention how hot he is.
He’s already leaking. He sits on the toilet seat of your bathroom, rubbing his nose against your damp shower towel, squeezing his eyes shut, pumping his dick desperately. You name tumbles from his lips, muffled and desperate. He compares succeeding NNN to being a stronger man, and most definitely falls the 1st hour of making his bet. Will ask Jack hypotheticals, and he’s just like, ‘I don’t know, man’. Similar to Deuce, he will jump around the topic, or suddenly switch up. Saying NNN is dumb. Like bffr.
“No Nut November iz dumb! No, I didn’ fail, ya jerk”
♡ SEBEK ZIGVOLT ♡
ONLY WINNER
Now, I know what you are thinking. Ain’t no way. Sebek is loud and most likely has announced his displeasures with NNN. It’s childish. Uncouth. For the dumb and ignorant. Wait—you think it’s funny and cool? He guesses he can try, and will publicly and I mean publicly announce his plans to win. And he will. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his challenges. Sebek is a knight in training and has amazing self-control. And last half the month without trouble, the other half, he’s just missing. You see him in all his classes, but he’s avoiding you like the plagues.
He is giving his all to winning. The moment December 1st strikes, he’s acting a damn fool. Fucking his hand, bed, blankets, anything and everything, cause cumming once just isn’t enough. He’s gonna casually NOT, will do a fucking public service announcement about his winnings. Gods, he’s embarrassing. Will not shut up. Please say you’re proud of him.
“Of course I won. As Lord Malleus Knight—”
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"IN MY LOVE"
| 03.24.2022 | —K | Mature |
Lucifer X GN!Reader
| Characters 18+ | Smut | Poetry | Implied reference of God | Established Relationship | Gentle Sex | Etc | Proceed with Caution, Dearest.
How much longer can you take it?
How much longer can you deny me?
Despite all my words? Despite all my actions? Despite the teasing of skin, the shallow kisses, the briefest moments of in which I allow myself to feel.
His hands are firm upon your skin, eyes watching your face contort. Your lips tremble and gasp for breath. Clawing at ruined bedsheets as your back arches beautifully so. Incoherent words slipping past your lips, your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, as a thin layer of sweat covers your skin.
Yes. To feel.
His hair sticks to his forehead, nestled between your thighs, gently rolling his hips, feeling your walls clamp around him desperately, gripping him like a vice, that has him groan and choke, his forehead pressed against yours, his hands enveloping your hands, as he peppers desperate kisses across your face.
To give in to such human emotions, to allow myself to not operate in that of not lust but love. Yes, love. I am not incapable of understanding it, nor does it come as mystery. But an oddity. I love the feeling of love. I love the feeling of your love.
You whisper his name, entwined your fingers with his, palm to palm as your body shudders, your legs hanging off his hips, feeling every stuttered roll.
I apology, though not in words, I cannot. I desire to be softer, kinder to you. Though I find myself often fighting against ever carnal part of me that wishes to completely take over you. To claim every portion of your heart and soul, etch and burn my name into your skin. Even if it hurts.
You're beautiful.
With beautiful eyes that stare in such a daze, lips that press and fit so perfectly against mine, your chest that begs for breathe, your lips that shake and tremble, your throat, so open to my marks and claims. You're beautiful.
How much longer can you take it?
A beg for release, feeling his harden length drag along your walls, twitching and pulsing against you most sensitive parts, smearing his leaking juices against your insides. Feeling him slowly pump his cum into you. You hands clawing at his shoulders, begging—pleading, your voice creaking and breathless.
You seem to glow.
When you come, your body tensing as you struggle to breath. He watches you, arms gently support you, eyes fluttering close as you cling to him.
For him to create such inferior beings, those so easily breakable, pliable against my harsh hands. A part of me understands—your lips are gently against mine—a part of me vows that you, yes you. A human so weak, fragility is your birth right, yet even against the odds, you are so strong. A part of me wonders if that's what follows with human love.
In my love for you.
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REPAYING FAVORS!!
✡| May.01st.2023 | 0.5K |
✡| Riddle Rosehearts | Gn!Reader
✡ | Romantic | Smut | D!Reader | S!Riddle | Masturbation | Cum-eating | Unedited |
✡ | Synopsis: Riddle just needs a little help, and you're such a good friend, how could you ever turn him down.
“Please—Please—”
He lets out a shuddering whine, back arching and jaw falling slack. His right hand shooting down, grabbing your hand desperately, nails digging into your skin. “I—” He stumbles over his words, struggling to speak, watching his cum paint his once pristine white shirt, his cock head twitching as beads of his juices rolling down his length and onto your hands.
His face flushed red and his lips tremble, pressing his forehead against his desk. You call his name, pressing your chest against his back, your left hand placed against the desk edge, supporting your weight as you leaning over him. Your teeth grazing the nape of his neck, feeling his body shudder and hand desperately cling onto your wrist.
“A mess—I'll make a mess—” His words come out as frantic and breathless.
“We'll clean it up.” Your words send a muffled whine from his lips, as you drag your palm along his sensitive dick, a whine mixed with a loud cry follows, his free hand immediately slapping over his mouth, his glossed over eyes squeezing shut. His body pressing closer to yours, his hips grinding into your palm, coating your hand in his pre.You call him again, your thumb rubbing the leaking tip of his cock, gently coaxing him to move his hand that covered his lips, watching saliva drip past the corners, dripping onto his white button up.
“I might—I want..” He struggles to speak, his hand hesitantly pulling up the ends of his shirt, bringing the ends to his lips and biting down, his index and thumb brushing over his hardened nipples, gently tugging as he fucks your hand.
“…not enough…”
He mumbles desperately, turning his head to look at you, begging, pleading for you to do anything. You can't help by smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his shoulder and neck, whispering against his skin. Teasing him, edging him to simply say what he wants, what he so desperately desires.
“…. I wanna cum…” The words sound slurred and foreign, and he knows, his face contouring into one of embarrassment, his eyes move away from you. You whisper his name, pressing your forehead against the back of his neck, slowly pumping his cock, listening to his muffled whimpers and mumbled begs of your name.
Only you.
He swears by it, his eyes squeezing closed, only you can see me like this, can make me feel like this. You feel his body tense, a hot cry escaping from his lips, cum splattering onto the wooden floor, coating his stomach and your hand, white sticky liquid coating your fingers leaving behind sticky strings as your pull away, still keeping your weight on the housewarden. Moments pass in silence, Riddle slowly coming down from his high, carefully nudging you away as he pulls down the ends of his shirt hiding his dick, unable to look at you as you sit in his desk chair.
“Queen’s Rules.. dictate that favors must be… repaid…. in timely manor…”
Riddle’s words come out unsure, his gaze darting from your face, down the area between your thighs, then back up. You tear your graze from your coated hang, running your tongue along your fingers, watching Riddle practically screech at the action, before he heavily swallows, turning away from you as you clean your fingers.
“I like to…. repay all my favors…. starting…. right now….”
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YOUR SAVIOR!!
◆ Apr.05th.2023 | —K|
◆ Vampire!Vil S. | Gn!Reader | Twst!Vampire Au
◆ Vampire | Implied Sex | Blood Drinking | Intimate | Angst | Switches Between Flashbacks n' Present Time | Slightly Yandere |
◆ Synopsis: You're his doll, his plaything to dress up, to feast upon. Yet I was never only like this. He was once a lover.
"You look utterly divine."
Cold fingers gently brush against your cheek, the elegant floral smell heavy on your senses and slightly mind numbing, leaving your knees weak and arms aching as you stand. Eyes unfocused as nimble hands fidget with the loose clothing, tightening the places meant to be tightened, ignoring your restrained grunts of pain as your body rocks with his harsh movements. He stands behind you, eyes of beautiful lilac grazing over the bareness of your neck, over your painted cheeks and lips, graced by his always expensive oils, glosses, his everything, as you stand like a mere doll.
One of his many.
Yet, you're his favorite. He likes to whisper it, always reminding you that he chose you. While you sit on his lap, his hands clasped tightly around your waist, lips dragging along the shell of your ear, both of you sitting in front of his large vanity. Lilac slowly changing into a crimson red, feeling the sharpness of his fangs drag along your skin, before biting down. Fangs sinking into your neck and pleasure rippling through your body in orgasmic waves, forcing your hands to clasp at the wood of his well made vanity, heated gasps and muffles slipping past your lips.
"I hate when you zone out." Manicured nails dig into your face, squeezing and pinching, forcing you to pay full attention to the male before you. Vil Schoenheit. A man you would consider your—
"You used to pay so much attention to me," He steps away, letting out a faux disappointed sigh as he moves around his large closet. Searching for whatever elegant and gold accessories he decided to adorn you in.
"Always begging for my attention. Calling me your Savior." There's disappointment mixed with amusement in his tone, holding a small necklace in his hands, back turned to you. Your eyes slide over his back then to the floor. At one point you did—kneeling before him, hands desperately clinging to his feet, begging for him to use you. To have your most valuable asset, your very own blood. Like everyone else.
You're truly no different, until he picked you.
Arrived in your bedroom upon your 18th birth night, drank from you. Gently removing your clothing, kissing your lips, tasting your flesh, bringing you to a high you've never in all your life experienced. Sinking his teeth into your neck, drinking your blood as your naked form clings to him, oh so desperately.
That was many years ago, many years ago that your savior treated you so—lovingly.
More like a lover, spending moonlit nights in naked embrace beneath velvet sheets, performing, reciting things for your ears alone. Yes, your Savior. Who came to love a mortal, yet if you knew his love was so fleeting you wouldn't have.... You've come to terms with your mistakes. With not fleeing the moment the clock struck 12, the moment you awoke to his arms around you, caging you. Trapping you.
You turned into nothing more than an old toy, placed upon a shelf, occasionally cared for, but always drank from. Yet still so very pretty.
"Tell me, what can I do to get you to call me such once again?"
The tips of his nails graze along your neck, placing the elegant necklace in the empty space. Staring at you through the mirror. He's asking—Vil always asks, but you know better, he isn't asking for an honest open answer, he's asking in a way to command.
'Call me like you once did.'
He demands it. And as he gently cups your face, turning you from the mirror and tilting your head to the side, pressing a cold kiss to your neck, you know that he'll never let you age, that death nor sun shall ever grace your skin again. Your arms wrap around his neck, fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, eyes fluttering close. You've come to terms with your mistakes, that his embrace is nothing but a trap, honeyed words his poison.
Yet poison from your savior, has never tasted any less sweet.
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"Early Morning"
| 01.30.23 | 1.4K | Mature |
Dire Crowley X AMAB!Reader
All Involved are 18+ | Smut | Staff x Staff | M!Oral | Relationship | Consensual Somnophilia | Established Relationship | Dick Drunk Crowley | Switch!Crowley | Maschocit!Crowley | Porn w/ No Plot | Etc | Proceed with Caution, Dearest.
T.Manor.Notes: I sacrificed my firstborn to finish this. This is sorta an odd experience for me. So it might sound silly. I hope it doesn't. Like should I give the reader a big d? Or should I leave it as allusive? Jeez writing male smut is hard as fuck. Tell me if this is bad please! Went through all stages of grief. All stages of suffering.
| AFAB!Version |
He wakes up early, hours before the rise of the sun, hours before the singing of the birds. Mask discarded upon his nightstand, hair disheveled, and black blankets jumbled. He lets out a soft groan. Shifting in his bed and rolling onto his side. You lay with your back to him, still peacefully sleeping.
Dire shifts around, scooting closer to you, arm sliding over your form, lips connecting to the nape of your neck. Nails grazing against the skin of your stomach, eyes sliding close, as his warm palm drags downward, gliding over your thigh, thumb running along the band of your boxers. His eyes drift open, moving to sit up properly, laying you on your back. He presses a subdued kiss upon your lips, before shimming underneath the blankets. Hands sliding over your legs, pressing chaste peeks against your thighs, sliding one leg over his shoulder, nose nudging against the outline of your dick.
He lets out a pleased hum, fingers fidgeting with the elastic band, lazily dragging his fingers until they reached your inner thighs, while his other hand pulls down the loose fabric covering your cock. He drags his tongue along your length, feeling it twitch and slowly harden, pre slowly leaking from the tip. He licks it; you tasted absolutely divine. He dives in blindly, bobbing his head down your length, using his saliva to coat your cock and silently begging for you to make him choke. His nails dig into your flesh, forcing himself to take you deeper till his nose brushes against your pelvis as his drool slides down and coats your balls. His hips rutting against the bedsheets.
You react even as you sleep, soft groans slipping past your lips, your hips subconsciously bucking upward, as your hand finds a way to his hair, gently tugging. His eyes nearly roll into the back of his skull. Pure absolute bliss. That has him whimpering against your twitching cock. His bobbing uncoordinated and messy, loving the slightly salty taste that coated his tongue.
Over and Over again.
You shift, rougher than before, forcing him to go slowly, taking your cock. He can feel your tip brush against the back of his throat, slowly rocking your hips. He loves being used by you. He loves feeling you tug on his hair and use him like your own personal cumdump. His right hand cups your balls, gently massaging them as he pulls away from your cock, dripping his saliva on your sensitive head, and gently sucking. Running his tongue along the grooves and edges, eyes flicking up to watch you shudder. While his left shallowly pumps you, using the mixture a pre-cum and saliva to create slick sounds that sends waves of electricity down Dire’s spine. Yet this isn’t enough. He ignores the ache in his tightened briefs, as he exhales hotly, pulling away and watching your face scrunch. He fully slid off your boxers and lowered himself between your legs. Placing your legs over his shoulders as his blew softly on your orifice, watching it clench slightly before dragging his tongue along it.
Your body reacts immediately, nearly arching. He pokes and prods. Feeling your walls constrict around the muscle of his tongue, before slowly, overtime, loosening. He spits a giant glob onto your ass, before he slips his index and middle finger into his mouth, rotating his tongue around his digits. Watching your body shudder and shake, as slides his pulls his fingers from his mouth, letting saliva drip down his fingers and onto the mattress as the tips of his fingers graze along your twitching hole. He slides one in slowly, hearing your breath hitch as you greedily suck him in. You’re just so good to him, even in your sleep, so welcoming, as he leans down, licking your balls, and using his finger to graze along your tight walls.
You call his name, confused, yet breathless, watching golden eyes flicker up to you. He greets you. Eyes flutter over your form as you move your legs from his shoulders, urging him towards you. He does eagerly, yet leaves forces your legs up and open as he does, driving his fingers deeper.
His kiss tastes like you, and you shudder, hands sliding over his shoulders. He whispers against your lips, one hand cupping your face, with the other slips out of you, moving to slip his hardened cock from his briefs. You give him a knowing look, which has him blindly moving to grab a bottle of He begs, pleading for your to allow him to fuck you, just so so good. He deserves it, doesn’t he? He’s just been so so good this morning. So good at pleasing you, sucking your dick and not even touching himself. You can hear the pop of a lid and a sudden coolness that forces a hot exhale from your lips. He teases his cock against your ass. Peppering kisses along your face and neck, shifting to where your knees resting against his hips.
He’s gentle at first, nearly gasping for air, a whine mixed with a groaning slipping past his lips, feeling you stretch so deliciously for him. He fumbles with his words, forehead against your neck, you just feel so divine. Pulling him in so desperately, it’s just so good. Perfect. Absolutely perfect. He whines, feeling you breathe into his ear, arms wrapped around his neck. He’s gentle at first. As his hips meet yours, his length fully nestled deep within you. He waits, waits until you ask him to move. His hand lazily stroking you, thumb rubbing over your cockhead. His thrusts are shallow, listening to the sound of your gushing pussy. He moves to where he’s further away from you, your hands moving to grip the bed sheets beneath you. Your body on full display for him. Just for him.
He just can’t get enough. His teeth dig into his bottom lips, hands gripping your waist, quickening his paces. Ignoring the saliva that dripped past his lips, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head every time you squeeze. You want him. Truly want him. His mind goes blank, watching you greedily take him. Your hips move to match his pace, cock twitching freely, eyes struggling to stay open. He just loves you, loves you so much.
His next thrust is hard, one that has you choking in such lovely surprise. Fumbles of ‘yes’ slip past your lips, ‘Don’t stop’. ‘Please’. Like a record on repeat, eyes rolling into the back of your skull, feeling his cock hit the one-stop that has you unraveling. Your voice rises in pitch, your grip tightening on the sheets. He wants everyone to hear you, to know how good you feel on his dick, that he is whom you wake up to every single morning, that has you walking with a slight limp.
His pace is almost bruising, sending your body jolting, and back arching off your bed. A burning, painful knot forming in the pit of your stomach, tightening after each thrust, has you begging. Desperate for it to snap. Dire sucks in a heavy breath. He’s close, so close. His thrusts slowly turn sloppy and his voice turns into incoherent words and whispers, confessions of his everlasting love. Everlasting. You come together, searing hot waves of pleasure, forcing yourself to become utterly speechless, short huffs of air exiting your lungs, feeling Crowley come inside, filling you with his seed, painting your dripping walls, as you come on him, painting his flush skin with your cum.
He nearly falls over, pupils dilated and locked onto the scene as your cum slides down his chest and stomach, dripping onto your skin and ruined bedsheets. It’s just too much. His cock twitches, and he lets out a hot sigh, his chest shuddering as he looks at you. You look fulfilled. He can’t help but smile, running a hand over your face, leaning forward, and gently kissing your lips. He watches as a ray of sunshine through the open curtains, framing your beautiful face perfectly.
His eyes drink in the scene, etching it into memory. You are just so lovely.
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“A Natural Purple Suits You Best”
| 02.23.2022 | 1.2K | Mature Audiences |
Vil Schoenheit X GN!Reader
| Characters 18+ | Suggestive | Vil in Lingerie | Implied Dom!Vil | Heels | Etc | Proceed with Caution, Dearest.
Summary: Vil works a lot, you know that cause you work for him. But it seems that even the man you work for has his own little secrets. [Pre-read and Idea From: @v-anrouge & my friend, Coco]
Work. Work. Work.
You’ve come to terms that Vil Schoenheit will always, always be a busy man. One who’s has several meetings, several photo shoots, several movie scenes, always moving and always working. Most of those things don’t pertain to you, you simply manage his wardrobe. He tells you the exact outfit needed and you have to prepare it. Make sure that his large walk in closet is organized and categorized correctly, that his clothes get washed perfectly and each item ironed. It’s a taxing job, always having to make sure he’s closet is in order when it seems he buys clothes every single day.
Today, is no different.
Your knees ache from resting on them, organized his multiple pairs of shoes, in alphabetical order, shoe type, and brand. Making sure each are visible and clean. You move easily, having done this job several times before, yet as your placing his newest pairs of heels on a low rack, you accidentally knock over a thick box. All the contents spilling out and scattering across the closet marble floor. Cursing under your breathe, you move to pick clean it all up, before your eyes land on a unfolded deep red lace material. You pick it up, completely unfolding it, it was a lingerie corset, with two flimsy satin straps.
You automatically check the size, and it matches with Vil’s. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, staring from the corset to the other items. Black garter belts, sheer black stockings, and lacy panties. You knew that Vil had not problem wearing women’s clothing, but to this extent.
You nearly jump out your skin when you hear a familiar voice clearing their throat. Your neck nearly snapping to look at your boss, towering over you with a deep scowl. No words need to be exchanged, simply giving a ‘what on earth are you doing in my stuff’, he’s still clearly on the phone and makes no effort you speak, only ordering you to clean it up with a wave of his finger and leaving his closet speaking to his manager.
You wish you could say that was the last time. But it wasn’t.
From a simple accidental secret to now, a weird common occurrence. Him making no effort to his newest shopping habit. Always making sure you knew how to clean them and maintain his new collect of lingerie. It was embarrassing, the mere thought of Vil trying on the clothes in private, right before bed to do lords knows what.
He calls your name, sending your flying from your thoughts as your stare blankly at his collections of shirts. Having been trying to put on the same button up on the same hanger for the last 10 minutes. You glance at your watch, it’s late, only 9pm and you’ve spent the majority of your day organizing. You hang the shirt up and stiffen a yawn, slipping out the closet into Vil’s bedroom. You don’t look in his direction, blindly answering him as your stack your arms with more shirts that need to be hung up.
“You agree that this looks well.”
“That wha—” Youre voice trails off, staring wide at through the large floor length mirror. Dressed in a lacy deep purple once peice, that clipped at the base of his neck and revealed the entirety of his back, stopping right above his ass. With long thigh length stockings, with frilly skin tight ends that dug lightly into his flesh, kept up by black garter belts that wrapped around his waist. His hair is down, grazing lightly over his shoulders, with a stray stand resting across his face. You’re sure it was purposeful.
“Well?” He turns to face you, waiting for you to answer, and when you can’t find the words, but also can’t look away he takes it as a good sign. “That’s all. You can finish up.” A lazy dismissal as he fiddles with his outfit, making adjustments as your waddle back into the closet.
How are you supposed to work after that.
You don’t.
That’s the answer you settle with, face burning as your try and focus on the straps along his ankles, he seemed lost in thought, leaning against his cushioned chair, with his black heel dig into your thigh as your fingers grazed against his ankles, fixing and adjusting the small silver buckles. You feel like fainitng, even as his own personal fashion, closet caretaker, whatever your damn job is, it has never been this—intimate. Sometimes your do the rare back zipper, maybe do his buttons while he’s focused on something else. But.. to be kneeling before him. You keep your head down, hands dropping your side, mummering a soft ‘done’. Vil doesn’t respond. Merely clicking his tongue, using the toe of his heel to lift your chin, gently forcing your you to look up at him.
“I don’t like when you mumble. Speak clearly.” A shiver runs down your spine, suddenly hyper aware of your own breathe as Vil leans back, hands gently resting along the arms of his hair, and legs crossed, a silk robe covering his body, but loose around his shoulders, revealing his collarbone and a portion of his chest, and with his legs crossed, you could see his bare thighs amd where it meets the skin tight black lingerie. Your eyes shift back to his, and he told his head. Waiting for you to speak.
“I’m done.”
Your voice is shaky, and you feel his shoe leave behind a searing touch as he moves away, ushering you up as he stands. Leading you towards his mirror, his hands gliding over your lower back to where you stood infront of him. Hands clasped together and trying to keep your breathing under control, he stands slightly behind you, eyes moving over your form, inspecting you, before deciding he liked whatever he saw. “I’m certain you’d look amazing in red and black, maybe white,” He’s speaking to himself, his elegant fingers graze over your arms, before moving to place them on your waist, the edges of his fingers, pulling at the ends of your shirt, slipping beneath it.
“Maybe a more natural purple?” There’s a teasing edge, and your sure he doesn’t mean any piece of clothing in his extensive wardrobe. You hold back a hot gasp, eyes flutter as he creeps higher, before resting on your chest. “Is that alright.”
…. Of course it is.
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“Together”
| 02.01.23 | 1.0K | Rated Mature |
Jamil Viper X Fem!Reader
Characters 18+ | Fluff | Smut | Intimate | Body Worship | Vanilla | Gentle | Jamil speaking Arabic | Proceed with Caution, Beloved. |
T.Manor.Notes: I did promise you some Jamil smut, Ellie. @merotwst Also. Writing smut is so damn hard.
“You're mine in a way of no other. None shall compare to the love that you and I create.” — Unknown.
His hands are warm, firm against your skin, leaning in close. His breath fanning across the side of your neck, sending tingles, fast and hot, down your spine. Your legs ache from sitting on them, and your hands clutch the fabric of your black skirt, digging your teeth into your lips. He remains unbothered, tilting his head to the side, eyes grazing along your face, before landing on your lips. It feels like an eternity, before he leans in close, one hand pressed firmly on the oak coffee table, holding him up.
His eyes so unreadable, before he strikes. Forcing a muffled gasp from you, his lips warm and dizzying, and your hands move on their own, wrapping around his neck, nails digging into his shirt. His chest flush against yours, slowly lowering you into the multitude of soft pillows. He pulls away, and you heave your air as he leans over you, his hair cascading over his shoulders and tickling your face. He doesn’t make an effort to move, simply watching you slowly fall apart from a mere kiss. There’s a flicker of amusement as you shift. Waiting. Wanting. Begging. He knows how desperately you want him. He’s almost daring you. Daring you to move first, to take what you want. To want him unapologetically.
Your voice comes out as a whisper, barely audible, yet you know he heard you. You know he did. He always does.
Your name is like honey upon his lips. Potent. Sweet. Intoxicating. Overwhelming. He emits your honeyed name in a whisper. Charcoal gray eyes staring into your half-lidded ones. Hazy and focused. Sweat decorated your skin, hair strands sticking to your forehead, and in disarray against the different colored pillows. The man above you, far more put together, his black hair remained perfect in a ponytail, his brown lips in a small smile, holding your wrists, as you lay beneath him.
“Give me your everything.”
He spoke slowly, teasingly, as he gradually rocked his hips, watching your back arch, giving him a chance to slip an arm around your waist, allowing him to slide deeper as his cock kissed the exact soft that had you unraveling. A soft groan leaves his lips. You take him easily, your legs hanging off his hips. The man can’t help but let out a breathy laugh, not one of malice, but one of utter devotion.
”حبيبي. انظر إليَّ.“
He stops his leisure movements, shifting his warm hold until you're gently laying on the pile of blankets and pillows. He moves from you, warm hands gently massaging your hips. Watching your try and shift your hips, whining at the loss of motion.
“..Jamil..” A whine slips past your lips as you roll your head to the side, gazing at him with half-lidded eyes. You mumble out incoherent complaints, hips blindly rolling against the man above him. He once again forces you to stop, giving you a disapproving look. “Why did you stop…?”
“I wish to marvel your face, Love. I can’t do so when you contort your face in such a way.” Jamil’s hand gently entwined with yours, bringing your hand to his lips and placing a soft kiss on yours, his gaze never breaking from your face.
“I entirely wish to love you,”
He pulls his hands away from yours, placing them on either side of you, his fingers gliding over your collarbone. Before trailing down the valley of your breasts, thumbs grazing over your firm nipples, listening to your breath hitch.
“Every part of you.” He gently takes your hardened buds between his index and thumb, gently twisting them. Watching you turn your head to the side, softly moaning his name. “سأفعل أي شيء من أجلك... Tell me.”
His breath is hot against your skin, his voice sending shivers down your spine. He wraps his lips around your soft mound, gently sucking, while his other hand glides down to your dripping cunt. His middle and ring finger slowly circle your sensitive bud. Every so gently rocking his lips, dragging your length against your tight walls.
He feels your hands slide over him, pulling at his shirt, mumbling under your breath. He pulls away from your chest, slightly tilting his head, watching you sit up, whimpering at the feeling of his cock as you shift to sit on his thighs. Fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, placing a wet kiss against his neck, as his arms wrap loosely around your waist, hands gently cupping your ass.
”خذ وقتك ... لن أذهب إلى أي مكان.“
His voice is teasing, letting you remove his shirt as he moves to sit comfortably, letting out a low groan as he feels you clench around him. “What shall I do next?” His hands move to your hips, drawing circles in your skin with his thumbs. You bury your head in his neck. He knows what you want, he always does.
He lifts his hips, urging you to bounce on his cock. There are few moments in your life when you see Jamil fall apart, to fall at the hands of his own plans. For being unable to withstand the things he causes. With your hands gripping his shoulders and his teeth digging into his bottom lip, listening to the squelching sounds of you riding him, gripping him like a vice. Pupils blown as he rolls his head to the side, fighting back a groan. You whine out his name, mumbling how you're close, so close.
Wrapping his arms around you, resting his forehead against your chest, letting out a hot gasp-breath-like breath. Nails digging into your skin, his thrusts turning uncoordinated and desperate. He squeezes his eyes closed. You’re mine in a way of no other—
Feeling you gush around him, a high-pitch cry sending shocks down his spine, his body acting on its own as he cums. Shooting his seed deep inside, painting your walls. None shall compare to the love that you and I create.
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“Αγαπητή μου Περσεφόνη”
| Repost: 01.12.23 | 1.0K | Mature |
Idia Shroud X AFAB!Reader
| Dark Content | Yandere | Smut | Dom!Idia | Aggressive (?)| Food Sharing | Pomegranates | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |
He commends you for your bravery.
To walk through the quiet empty halls of Ignihyde without care and worry. A ripe pomegranate, heavy, within your palms as you slowly open the heavy doors to the throne room. There’s a shift in temperature and a man who seems less focused on your arrival, but more so on his nap. One eye lazily opens, peering at you curiously, the quirks of his lips rising. He shifts, leaning further back in his throne, hair of fiery blue, shifting ever so slightly.
“Have you brought me a gift…”
His voice is deep and raises goosebumps on your skin, stopping at the bottom of the stairs. It’s almost out of character with how confident he seems. You shake your head, ridding yourself of the thought and offering a smile. You had searched this empty and isolated castle for hours, finding nothing worth-wild til you stumbled across a beautiful pomegranate tree.
With only one ripe fruit. Only one.
You hold out your hands, offering the ruby red pomegranate as a gift. The room soon grows uncomfortably hot, the once cold floor not hot. A surprised yelp leaves your lips, jumping onto the stone staircase that leads to the king’s throne. You stare at him in surprise and your lips downturn. You knew that he disliked pomegranates, but you had no choice, but golden eyes seem to glare at you, yet a pale hand beckons you forward. Silently.
He commends you for your bravery.
You walk up to the steps, your heart thrumming heavily in your chest, the heat slowly becoming unbearable. Yet he says nothing to you as you reach him, holding out the pomegranate for him to take. Yet he doesn’t take it. He stares you over before eyeing the pomegranate.
You try to move back, try to find just a second of cold freezing air to stop yourself from sweating, yet his hand lashes out, dragging you forward, losing balance in your legs, your knees go crashing into the stone floor, a cry tumbling from your lips, face leaning into the fabric of his pants.
He grips your wrist, even as he speaks. Holding it high above your head. “You know that I don’t like pomegranates.” You can feel a bulge began to form, nudging your face as you look up at him. He releases you, but you don’t move, watching him easily break the pomegranate in half, spilling juice on his clothing and some on your face. Your hand slid to his lap, slowly rubbing your cheek against his growing bulge, letting out a low breath.
“Stand.”
You rise to your feet, watching the king hold the pomegranate out to you, “Bite.” And you do. Hands cradling his wrist to take a bite of the fruit, several pomegranate seeds resting on your tongue. He drops the fruit carelessly, leaning forward to harshly grab your stuffed cheeks, bringing your lips to his.
He’s aggressive. Forcing you onto his lap, his sharp teeth biting into your lips, almost drawing blood. Pomegranate juices flow from your lips as he pulls away to spit the multitude of seeds out. You’re dizzy, his hands pulling and tearing at your clothes, eyes completely hazed over. His name tumbled from your lips, feeling him kiss your skin, spreading pomegranate juice along the base of your neck and collar.
You swallow the remaining seeds subconsciously, your hands seizing him hopelessly, climbing onto his lap. His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Growling into your skin. “Please—” A short whimper falls from your lips, gripping at the fabric of his tunic.
Your skin shudders as he runs his tongue along the valley of your breasts, his nails digging into your sides. Incoherent words tumble from your lips.
Pomegranates. The fruit of death.
His hair is warm to the touch, your body shuddering, as Idia slowly rubs his cock head against your entrance. Your body shudders anxiously, desperate, nails digging into the flesh of his back, dragging a throaty groan from his lips.
The fruit of love and marriage.
Wife. The words burn your skin, feeling him sliding into you, a passionate cry tumbling from your lips. Your senses feel heightened—sensitive. As if someone altered them to their own liking. You asked him to marry you. You can feel him coating his cock head in your slick, prodding at your cunt. Before slowly sliding into you, creating a slight burn. He lets out a hiss, slipping through gritted teeth, your pussy squeezing him desperately.
Yellow eyes lock onto yours, urging you closer til he captures your lips in his. Just as the tip of his cock nudges your cervix. Swallowing a high-pitched cry. “Idia—” You sob into his mouth, shifting your hips, squeezing around his cock. Coating him in your sweet juices.
“[Name]—” He drags his cock out of you, feeling your walls clench and flutter, stopping to only his head remains. Your eyes flutter close, leaning your head against his shoulder. Holding your breath as your body stiffens in anticipation. Your slick sliding down the sides of his cock. “Breathe.“ A command. As you began to exhale, his cock thrusting back into you, a cry of shock slipping from your lips, almost biting your tongue. He laughs, leaning his forehead against your sticky neck. Slowly bouncing you on his cock, creating squelching and splattering cum on your thighs.
Your hands slid up to hold his shoulders, teeth digging into your bottom lip, quickening his pace desperately. He loves how wet you are, how much you squeeze him, begging for him to never stop. Your hips buck downward. His hands glided down to rub against your clit, your body shuddering, hips stuttering. You can feel a knot form in your gut, your cunt desperately squeezing like a vise. Earning a heated grunt from Idia, nails digging into your lower back.
“Πες πως με αγαπάς.”
—til the end of time
—til the earth unravels and leaves us, but nothingness in the never-ending void
—Our love shall remain
You can feel the knot snap, as he cums inside, gushing around his cock, spilling his seed greedily, mixing with yours. Your voice falls flat, a tiny whimper slipping from your lips, clinging to him hopelessly. Your body shaking and twitching. His chest heaves against yours, wrapping around your waist and slightly squeezing. He nuzzles his face against yours, letting the burning feeling of lust and desire sizzle into a cool fire of love. He plants a gentle kiss.
”Αγαπημένο μου Ρόδι.”
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"FOUND"
✦ | Posted: 03.06.2022 | WC: 1.2K | Rating: Mature |
✦ | Rook Hunt X GN!Reader | {Howl's Moving Castle Inspired}
✦ | Characters 18+ | Fluff | Poetic | Confessions | Smut | Loving | Forbidden Relationship | French Lang. | Etc | Proceed with Caution, my love.
✦ | Synopsis: A strange man appeared upon your balcony only uttering that he's found you.
✦ | Notes: To the lovely @pinkskytwst & @v-anrouge |
“You must be quiet.”
A gently frosty wind blows through the trees, gently wrapping around your form and pulling you deeper into the untravelled woods. Your hand tightly and gently entwined with the man before you as he leads you. Easily navigating through the moonlit forests, knowing every turn, dip, and curve. Knowing where every branches laid, where every fallen log rested. And if you asked—he could utter into your ear where every bird built it's nest and where every bunny hid.
You hear the distant call of your name, demanding you return, yet the tugging of your hand and the gently kisses upon your knuckles reminds you why you left to begin with. Dressed still in your pajamas, clinging onto a cloak you randomly grab in a hurry of frantic kisses and giggles as you planned to leave for the night. Even if you'd be in a world of trouble when you returned.
You shouldn't be with him, you shouldn't be following him—holding his hands as he whispers in your ear to be careful, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you close. Feeling every leaf and twig crunch beneath your steps. You feel a flurry of emotions, a flurry of desires you once thought impossible for you to feel until you met him. Standing up on your balcony, only a darkened outline as he offered a hand. You were afraid, scared of this man—this stranger who only spoke in gently riddles and rhymes—speaking only in a language you couldn't understand. “Je t'ai enfin trouvé.” His voice a gently whisper like the night wind. Soon fear turning into curiosity, who is he?
Why is he here?
He's not familiar, with bright green eyes and blonde hair often pulled into a ponytail as a brown hat sits up on his head with a pristine white feather. Dressed in clothes that you're sure aren't from here, not your little town, he's different.
And you like it.
“Once again you are swept away by your thoughts, my love.” His gloves hand gently caresses your face, his thumb gently brushing over you bottom lip, bring your gaze to him. He has a small smile, eyes staring down at you curiously, his earring peeking through his hair of blonde. “It happens often, I wish to know what captivates your mind so.”
“I was thinking about alot of things—like why you appeared upon my balcony.”
His lips curl and he places a gently kiss to your forehead, “Why does the sun rise in the east and not the west? It is merely destined to be.” He tilts your chin upward, pressing a chaste kiss to the bridge of your nose.
Destiny. Fate. Like forever entwining strings that lures and lures, brings two together with such a unshakable hold that any and all should and shall succumb. And you will. You know you will, nor shall you deny such.
As he leads you to a clearing. One of full moon and full stars, perfectly hidden from world view. The grass ticking the bareness of your ankles and legs, shaking the trees leaves in a gently like melody, that dances around you as your hands hold his shoulders, facing the man before you fully and dancing. He hums into your ear, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. Swaying—dancing with slow tiny steps. “My love…” A mummer, his hands dragging over your waist, thumbs gently pressing into your sides, silently undoing the string of your cloak, his lips gently pressing against yours, grazing with half lidded eyes.
The large piece of fabric flutters to the ground, his hands cupping your face as he gently lowers your body to the ground. “Oh, comme je te désire…” He whispers into your skin, carefully removing his clothing and discarding it ascending, pressing a flurry a tender kisses along you neck and collar, warm hands exploring the expansion of your bare skin.
Listening intently to every breath and sigh, feeling every shuddering of your skin, stuttering breath. Groaning at the merely feeling of your nails dragging along his back, feeling your breath fan against his shoulder and neck, clinging onto him. His hand slipping between your thighs, his lips pressing against yours, his tongue slipping past your lips. His thumb gently swipes at the corner of your lips, collecting any saliva that threatens to slip past.
“J'ai envie de vous tous.”
Words that you don't understand, words that drip of his lips like sweetened honey, that has you losing your very breathe, back arching, and hands blindly—desperately clinging onto the man above you. The wind cool against your naked form, him drawing you closer to the very edge, to th very point in which all lead to this moment. This moment that has you choking, crying out in utter bliss has your juices coat his hands, making a mess upon your skin. That he without hesitation licks up.
Destiny lead you to this moment, to this man above you, face flushed red, green eyes half lidded, and gently sliding between your legs. All written and designed—beyond your control and yes, you should feel like that of a puppet, with no control. But—
“Je vous aime.”
Feeling him fill you, face burden within your neck, breathless, as he holds you. Who are you to deny such a gift fate has given you, that fate has lead to your balcony, that has lead him between your thighs, to gently love your body more than anything else? What are such odds? Such a chance beneath thousands of stars and a moon that looks aside shyly. Nails digging into flesh, hips melting and molding together. Pieces that fit so perfectly. You feel him shudder against your, desperately holding onto you.
“My love—my love—my love…” He repeats, chanting it like a prayer, afraid that it'll go unheard. Emerald green dazed eyes staring at you in pure, utter love.
Love.
Which is your very winding and very undoing, your arms desperately wrapping around his neck, pressing your forehead against his. Eyes struggling to remain open as pleasure ran along you spine, every fiber of your being. You love him, your voice feels hoarse as whines, whimpers, cries lips past shamelessly, each sound he adores.
Adoration.
He lets out a hot high-pitch gasp the molds into a whine, his thrust slowly turning sloppy and uncoordinated, juices mixing and splattering across his thighs and your skin. His hands entwining with yours longingly. Your body rocks with his, feeling him push his cum deeper, clenching his teeth, forehead pushing against yours, eyes watching the sloppy mess, as your legs rest on his hips. “Rook—” You mummer his eyes name, his hips snapping against yours, forcing a moan from your lips, your body tensing and back arching, shots of pleasure taking over you and for a moment blindly. You watch his eyes widen, letting out a hot exhale.
“Mon nom... Vous vous êtes souvenu de mon nom…” His hands move to gently cup your face, thumbs swiping gently over your cheeks. “My name…. I thought you had forgotten…” There's sudden fondness that seems more apparent before, more than little glimpses that disappears just as fast as you saw it. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, his hair ticking your face gently.
“… Forgotten…?”
“Je t'ai enfin trouvé.. It means I've found you. Finally found you.”
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