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breeding kink with leon bc :3 i love him

also um working on a theme but i am pretty busy these days yk. i’ll try to post more sorry about that!! its friday now so :3 it’s more of a short drabble to get myself back into writing

no warnings, fem!reader, lots lots of cum bc i love breeding kink. and size kink btw

Leon didn’t think of himself as a family man. quite the opposite, he never thought of starting a family. but.

the thought of filling you up with his cum switches something in Leon’s mind at the sight of you full of cum. it’s primal, almost.

sometimes, after a long mission, he just puts you in mating press, legs on his shoulders, pressing them to your chest. you feel hazy, head empty with how well he’s filling you up. his hands are holding yours so tight in a protective grip, fingers twined with yours, his head buried in your shoulder as he fucks you in missionary. Leon loves missionary because he can kiss your pretty face, be close to you, put his head on your chest and suck on your breasts. Leon always knows how to make you feel good, with his cock pistoning in and out of you at a ruthless pace.

“Fuck, gonna fill you up, knock you up yeah? you’d look so pretty with a swelled belly.” he speaks to you with that hot, breathy tone, making your heart flutter at the mere thought, too. Leon’s voice is something that never fails to arouse you further.

Leon’s going on autopilot at one point. just pure desire to stuff you full, breed you until you’re filled to the brim. he pulls you into a deep kiss, arching his hips to massage your cervix. he makes sure to not go too rough though, to not squish you under his weight since he’s so big compared to you. his hand moves from yours to rest on your belly, gently pressing it to feel his cock sliding in and out of you, feeling the bulge that’s forming on your lower abdomen. fuck he swears he’s about to cum just from feeling this.

“Gonna stuff my cum in you, goddamn, you’re so pretty, love you so fucking much, taking my cock so good.” he pants out, pulling you into a deep kiss and taking your hand in his again. to Leon, holding hands during sex is a habit. he always does it, needs to feel you, touch you, reassure you this way.

he feels you squeezing him so well, his fat cock making you see stars and eyes roll back. he feels proud of himself whenever you’re like this, it’s just so damn hot. he’s swelling inside you, his length throbbing as he’s reaching his edge. he’s rubbing your clit, fingering you so you cum before him. he always makes sure you cum before him, and if he does cum faster, he makes up for it with his mouth, fingers or just pumps into you until you cum.

only when you cum, he’s thinking about himself. he bursts his white seed into your warmth, emptying his balls deep in your guts. he pulls out of you after a moment, just admiring the sight of his cum leaking out of you. he pushes it back with his fingers, making sure everything stays inside before pulling you into his arms, kissing your forehead.

“You’re killing me, baby. Love you so much.” he whispers into your ear, nuzzling his cheek against yours.

So hot!(╥﹏╥)

New Perfume

Leon Kennedy x reader smut

A/n: y'all omg I did it! This is like my second smut (ever) so please be gentle. I feel pretty good about it, but I apologize for repetitive words, I'm working on breaking that habit. Thank you and enjoy:)

Word count: 2.2k

CW: smut, uses of sir and slut, pheromone perfume, praise and a lil degrading, mentions of porn, some aftercare and a lotta love

The doorbell of you and Leon's apartment rang through, causing you to jump up. You rushed to the door and opened it to find a small package. You smiled and grabbed it, excitedly going to the bathroom. Today is your second anniversary with Leon, and you thought you'd try something new. You've seen around the internet there's this pheromone perfume, it's supposed to attract your partner or something like that. You wanted to give it a try, see if Leon will get all possessive, you love when he keeps you close.

Currently your boyfriend is at work, and you have the apartment all clean. Leon wanted to take you out to dinner tonight, so you take a shower and put on a beautiful purple dress that hugs your curves. You decide to go with a simple hairstyle, but add a cute head piece to make the look. Finally, you put on some makeup, and spray the perfume on your neck just to test the waters. It does smell nice, it's floral with a hint of vanilla. Looking in the mirror, you smile, feeling good about yourself. Perfect timing too, your boyfriend is home.

You head to the living room and see Leon shrugging off his jacket. He lets out a grunt as he stretches. You smile and go to greet him, he hears you and hums. “Hey baby, how's it going?” He looks up only to freeze at the sight of you. You're gorgeous, absolutely ravishing. He swears he has literal heart eyes. You blush at his stare, but keep up the sweet smile.

“Great now that you're here! I missed you so much!” You bounce a bit, holding your arms out for a hug. Leon snaps out of his daze and chuckles. 

“I missed you too, baby. Happy anniversary.” He goes to hold you close to him. Immediately, he is met with the new, powerful aroma that you carry. It causes him to pause, he then digs his face into your neck to get a better smell. You giggle at this, his nose tickling you. He pulls you closer, “new perfume?” He asks with a low tone. You smile and nod.

“Happy anniversary! I found it online and it sounded really nice. Thought I'd try something new. Do you like it?” You explain softly, keeping the important part out. Leon grips your hips slightly and hums in acknowledgement. You eventually try to pull away from him, but he huffs. 

“You need to get ready for our dinner date, my love.” You say to him as you finally get out of his grasp. He groans and goes to get ready. He definitely rushes, not wanting to be away from you for too long. You smile, this is working better than you thought.

~~~~

Once you and Leon enter the restaurant, you look around at the decor. It's a pretty fancy place, with chandeliers, and candles at each table. Artwork of food and families eating together. Thankfully it's not too busy, and with the reservation Leon set, you both are quickly led to a booth. You both sit and take a look at the menu, Leon holding your hand the whole time. His possessive side was definitely showing. You relax and pick out what you want to eat. Your boyfriend orders a bottle of white wine for the both of you. You both talk about each other's days, and some future plans to spend more time together like this. With Leon going on missions a lot, and you having an inconsistent schedule recently, you were lucky to have the chance to be here. The waiter brings the wine and takes down your orders. Once he leaves, you see a gentleman staring at you from one of the other booths. You don't pay much mind to it.

“I don't like the way he's watching you.” Leon speaks up, having a slight growl in his tone. You're surprised he noticed so quickly, even though he's always been observant. You squeeze his hand.

“It's nothing to worry about, Lee. Let's enjoy our night, hm? Oh! I spoke to my boss about the new position I'm looking into, it'll give me a better schedule and good pay! She seems to be seriously considering it.” You smile excitedly. Leon returns the smile and kisses your hand, still drawn to your scent. 

“That's wonderful, baby. I promise I'm going to try making more time for you too.” He says softly, gazing into your beautiful eyes. 

“That would be amazing, but I don't want you getting in trouble, my love.” You hum softly, rubbing his knuckles with your thumb. He simply scoffs.

“You don't have to worry about that.” The two of you continue to talk as you eat and drink your wine. You feel yourself grow more relaxed, rambling about life. Leon watches you with admiration, mostly listening, but he responds when he thinks it's appropriate.

After an hour or so, you both leave the restaurant. You laugh at Leon's jokes as you stumble in your heels. He holds you up, keeping his arm around your waist. He smiles and kisses your head. As you approach the car, you hear a man call out. Turning your head, you see the guy that was watching you earlier. He's heading towards you, but Leon keeps you behind him. The guy smiles and looks at you before your boyfriend.

“Evening, the name's Carter Dame, you two look like a beautiful couple. I want to hire you as a model, which could mean a lot of money. I could make you stars.” The man, Carter, hands you a card. You raised a brow as you read it. 

“You mean.. porn stars?” You ask in confusion, Leon blinks.

“Yeah that's not happening.” He states, getting you into the car, Carter steps forward.

“I assure you we'll do anything you'd like to make ya comfortable. Your little lady there will capture quite the audience-” 

“Absolutely not, she's mine. I don't plan on sharing in any way.” Leon snaps, he then gets into the car and starts it. You look at him in surprise, you feel your cheeks heat up and your stomach twist. You don't hear him talk like that often, but boy was it hot. The man has a look of defeat as he steps aside, but still mouths ‘call me’ to you as Leon drives off. You both sit quietly on the way home, Leon isn't touching you though. He hasn't let go of you all night, but the lack of touch worries you. 

You both arrive home and he steps out of the car. Your boyfriend goes over to your side and grabs your hand. He gets you out of the vehicle and drags you inside. You try to keep up with him while in your heels. He unlocks the door and steps in.

“Leon, are you alright?” You ask as you shut the door. Next thing you know, Leon has you pinned to the door. He kisses you roughly, a noise escaping you in the process.

“You really didn't think I'd notice?” He asks with a growl, you feel yourself become wet.

“What- what do you mean?” You ask confused. He smirks and chuckles lowly.

“I saw the perfume in the bathroom. You just wanted some attention didn't you?” He grips your hips before feeling up your ass. “I played along for the most part, but you better believe I mean it when I say I'm not sharing you. You're mine.” He starts attacking your neck with kisses and sucking. You moan and grip his hair. 

“S-sorry, Leon. Just.. just want you.” You whimper as he leaves hickeys on you. Another deep chuckle escapes him. He lifts you up bridal style and carries you to your shared bedroom.

“Bastard thinks he can make you a porn star, like hell. You're my little slut, aren't you baby?” You can feel the rumble in his chest as he speaks, at this rate, you're soaked.

“Yes sir, all for you.” You answer meekly, he smiles and kisses your head, laying you on the bed.

“Good girl.” He whispers, rubbing his hand under your dress. You bite your lip, kicking off your heels. Leon then goes back to kissing you. As he gets down to your collarbone, he starts to strip you. You let him do so, also taking off his shirt in return. The sight of his toned body never ceases to amaze you. If the Lord is real, he did good with this one. You can't seem to look away from him.

“Like what you see, babygirl?” Leon snaps you out of your thoughts. You nod eagerly and feel him up.

“You're so handsome.” You whisper, kissing his chest. He chuckles and lifts your chin. 

“And you, my dear, are breathtaking.” He speaks seductively, pulling you into a heated kiss. You moan, letting his tongue dance with yours. A ripple of goosebumps flows over your skin. Heat builds in your core, along with the heat of your touching bodies. The blonde caresses your cheek as he parts, he then takes off his bottoms. You drool at the sight of his dick, it's got more girth than length, veins visible. He strokes himself a few times, smirking at you.

“Ready baby?” He tilts his head curiously, you whine out a ‘yes sir’ as you spread your legs for him. He slides off your panties, watching as your pussy glistens in the light. His blue eyes darken, slowly running his fingers through your folds. You moan at the touch and he makes a tsk sound in response.

“Already so sensitive.” He takes his dick and starts to run you with it, your leg kicks slightly every time he runs over your clit. “Who do you belong to, hm?” Leon questions, teasing you. You whimper and rock your hips, yearning for him to be inside you. He only holds you waist down. 

“You.. Leon.” You breathe out, connecting your hands. Your boyfriend smiles and slowly inserts himself. You arch your back, eyes fluttering at the feeling of being filled.

“That's right, such a pretty little slut for me.” He growls, bottoming out in you. He waits a couple of minutes for you to adjust, holding both of your hands on the sides of your head. You take the time to admire him, his strong jaw, his beautiful eyes. The way his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, you can tell he's holding back.

“You can move.” You whisper, lifting your head to kiss his nose. He softens a bit at this, a smile evident. He almost pulls out completely before slamming back in, which earns a gasp from you. He keeps a steady pace, groaning as he watches you. Squeezing his hands, you wrap your legs around his waist; wanting to be as close as possible. The sounds of skin slapping and breathy moans echo throughout the room. Your eyes are full of lust and admiration, hair all over the pillow beneath. Leon has a bit of sweat worked up, quiet groans escaping every now and then. How he can easily slide in and out of you, warm and tight. It's intoxicating.

“I love you.” He leans down to kiss your jaw. You smile and tilt your head a bit for him. You so badly want to hold his head, run your fingers through his hair, but you enjoy the hand holding. This form of intimacy really makes your heart skip a beat.

“I love you too, Leon. Please..” You whimper, feeling the familiar tingle of your approaching orgasm. He smirks, deciding he wants to tease.

“Please what, babygirl?” You huff and squeeze his hands, beginning to lose your mind from the pleasure. “Aww, looks like you're losing yourself baby. Focus on me.” He coos, letting go of one of your hands to rub your hip. You whimper some more.

“Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” How could you not respond to his praise? You just want to be his good girl.

“I-I wanna.. cum!” You moan out, trying not to let go of yourself without his permission. He chuckles, letting your free hand grip onto his shoulder.

“Go ahead then, baby. I'll follow.” He urges you, the way he groans as he gets closer makes you snap. Your eyes roll back as you tense up, letting yourself moan loudly as you cum. Leon feels you clench around him, his thrusting becoming sloppy. He curses as he cums right after you, a few more deep thrusts as he fills you. He then falls on top of you, holding you close as you both pant. You hold his head close to your chest, the feeling of his soft, blonde hair bringing you down from your high. Your boyfriend looks up at you and smiles, leaving quick kisses up to your lips.

“Are you okay, my love?” He asks softly, beginning to slide out of you. You let out a whine at the emptiness, but smile at him.

“Yeah, thank you, Leon.” You hold out grabby hands, and Leon laughs a bit.

“You're so cute. Alright, bath time.” He hums, lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom. He sits you on the side of the tub and gets a warm bath set up. You simply admire him, happiness coursing through your mind.

“I'm so lucky to have you, I'm never letting you go.” You say with a sweet smile. Leon looks at you and raises a brow. 

“Oh yeah? I feel the same way, baby. You're all mine.” That perfume was so worth it.

... 😳😳😳😳 faints...

— v. lycaon | perfect coincidences

·₊̣̇. ⊱ warnings: fem reader, baby fever, breeding kink, he just wants to knock you the fuck up, explicit talk of pregnancy, knotting, creampie, praise, established relationship, biting, pet names (sweetheart, little mate), mating press, crying, cervix fucking, he's also so in love with you it's sickening

wc: 2.5k+

tumblrs being stupid so im sorry if this posts n the formatting is off >.< im once again saying he would have the most diabolical breeding kink okie bye~‹𝟹

It had been a running commentary all day as you two ran errands together, from one person after the next.

At the flower shop, being stopped by a kindly older woman who asked for help selecting flowers for a granddaughter. Of course Lycaon knew the best ones and the old woman was clearly absolutely taken with him, ever the gentleman, as you'd watched with a bemused smile on your face. Only when she had finished and paid for the colorful bouquet did she turn to you, grinning in that sort of conspiratorial way grandmothers tend to do.

"Your husband is wonderful, do you two have any children by chance?" With a light hand on your forearm she posed the question.

It left you floundering briefly. Husband? Children? You two weren't even married, had only been dating for a little over a year.

"Oh no we're not-"

"Well, you should definitely change that dearie," she grinned and gave you a wink, which only made you run hot all over and stutter before she walked out of the shop humming to herself.

As Lycaon returned to your side, a small bouquet of your favorite flowers tucked in the crook of his elbow he gave you a curious once over. "Is everything alright?"

You shook your head, flashing him a small smile and grasping his hand tightly in yours. "I'm fine, do you want to grab coffee before we go home?"

Then again inside the Coff Cafe, as he handed you the bouquet to hold so he could pay and grab your drinks a young woman standing next to you gave you a wistful look, eyes flicking from the bouquet to Lycaons back.

"You're so lucky to have somebody who gets you flowers."

That made you shyly glance down at the fragrant blooms before answering. "Mhm, he is really wonderful."

"I bet you two have the cutest little kids, all fuzzy ears and fluffy tails." She sighed longingly and you could only feel bewildered. Was there something about you screaming talk to me about my hypothetical kids today?

You laughed nervously, feeling grateful for Lycaons return and gladly accepting the warm to-go cup from his hand before answering as you turned to leave. "Well, I hope you find someone to bring you flowers."

You felt him looking at you quizzically as the door jingled shut behind you and the mild chill of the outside world returned as you walk towards the metro station.

"Isn't it strange, all these people asking if we're married or have kids today?" You said, looking up at him and not quite sure what you're hoping his answer will be.

His face was unreadable, in the way he gets with his clients, like he's purposely maintaining a safe distance as he responds. "I suppose it's only natural to wonder."

His noncommittal answer only left you more puzzled but as you two boarded the train you took the opportunity to silently ponder the questions from strangers, fingers tangled loosely in his as you sat side by side.

Would we have cute kids?

~

It was late when his eyes cracked open, late enough that the bedroom was still pitch black and you were sound asleep against him, curled on your side with your back pressed to his chest. He could hear your soft, even little puffs of air in the dark as his nose pressed to the back of your neck.

You murmured something in your sleep, something that sounded an awful lot like his name and it brought a little thrill to his heart. He tried to mostly keep it contained but the reality was that you were just so sweet, so adorable and as it turns out you were the exact same way when you were unconscious and it made his arms flex, squeezing around you a little tighter.

He'd heard the term once from Ellen at work, cuteness aggression. It fit how he felt about you in moments like this, as if he could just squeeze and squeeze until you two were mashed into one entity because you were just too cute, it couldn't be helped.

My adorable little mate.

The sudden thought made him freeze. You two weren't actually mated, and it was at his own insistence. He never wanted to hurt you and constantly worried anytime you brought it up because the simple fact was that he was stronger than you and could easily lose control of himself during the act. It was already hard enough to not pummel his knot inside you like you were just a toy when you two had sex, no matter how much you begged for it.

But then again, it was an urge, a longing, he consistently felt the need to fulfill. To dig his teeth into the side of your neck, hold you still while his knot locked you two together and he drowned your fluttering pussy in cum. More than enough to get you pregnant.

Unconsciously his hand slipped beneath your shirt, massaging slow circles into your side, then your tummy. You'd look so beautiful like that, belly all round with his child and breasts swelling with milk. Your scent would change first with the undercurrent of that sweet, milky smell all young children carry with them for a short while.

You'd looked at him so expectantly earlier as you'd asked what he thought about all those people commenting on if you had children at home. You'd tried to sound flippant, but he could tell you expected a certain answer from him. Had seen the look on your face on the train, silently pouring over the question and it didn't take much to know you were imagining those hypothetical babies.

But even after more than a year of dating he'd never once cum inside you, always pulling out to press your thighs together and fuck them before spilling against your stomach and chest.

He'd take such good care of you though, you'd never lift a finger or even leave the bed if you didn't desire to throughout the entire long nine months. You'd be a princess inside this spacious home, wanting for nothing and he'd lavish you every second of the day if you let him. No part of you would go underappreciated.

As his hips started moving of their own accord, pressing his growing erection against the swell of your ass, and he breathed you in even deeper it suddenly clicked, a bizarre flash of perfect clarity.

He needed to get you pregnant, needed to knot you as many times as possible to make sure it took, needed to make you cry out and do that thing he secretly enjoys: twining the fur at the back of his neck between your fingers to tug on it then smoothing it back down as if you're apologizing for the act. Wanted to feel exactly how tight you could get when he squeezed his knot inside and felt you clamping down on him to milk him for all he had.

Oh and he'd give it to you, give you everything you could ever ask for.

"Lycaon?" Your voice was low, thick with sleep as you stirred at the feeling of him grinding against you.

He gave a little mhm before burying his face against your neck again, nipping and sucking lightly on the delicate flesh, his hand sliding higher to grope at your breasts beneath his shirt you wore. Never before has been so thankful for your habit of wearing only his shirts and a pair of panties to bed.

Your own hips moved lazily with his, little groans muffled as you turned your head to the pillow that only spurred him on to pull the flimsy fabric between your legs to the side, dipping a finger into your wetness before sliding up to play with your clit. As soon as the pad of his finger pressed against you your breathing changed, becoming a little more rough the more he circled and teased at your needy little bud.

Before long he was lapping at your neck, practically whining as he ground his now painfully hard cock against you and plunging two fingers inside your soaking wet heat. The way your body eagerly welcomed the intrusion only fueled the haze of lust gripping his mind, reinforced the thought that this was what you wanted too.

But tonight he was too impatient to do his usual routine of playing with your pussy until you were so wet it would stick to your thighs and drip down to the sheets. Tonight he had a more direct goal driving him forward.

So gently he encouraged you to turn onto your back, letting him slide those silky underwear off and spread your legs wide, drawing sticky hearts against your clit with one hand while the other hiked up the t shirt you wore to expose your chest. Greedily he took one of your nipples into his mouth, canines grazing the thin skin of it dangerously as he sucked and flicked his tongue against the hardened bud.

In a hurry he pulled back, hands fumbling with the pajama bottoms he wore in order to let his throbbing cock spring free, smacking against his lower abdomen and as he glanced up you moaned at the sight. If only you knew what an ego boost it was when he saw your eyes go wide every time, as if it were the first time all over again. The way you looked like you were practically salivating at the size of him. When your eyes flicked up through sleep heavy lashes it sent a shiver down his spine.

Sometimes he swore you were more beastial than he was.

Quickly he leaned back down to capture your lips, a searing needy kiss that was a tangle of sloppy teeth and tongues. It didn't matter, all that mattered was that you knew how badly he wanted you, needed you.

In between panting breaths you spoke and it was like an adrenaline shot to the heart.

"I love you."

"God I love you," he sighed, lining himself up with your entrance and as the head of his cock pushed in, sitting heavy inside you, his head hung down with a moan of your name.

Strong arms grabbed at your legs, pushing them up to his shoulders before he bent back down and fully slid inside you, groaning against the feeling of your walls sucking him in deeper and his knot coming to rest right up at your slick hole.

"You always take it so well," he couldn't help the words of praise, watching your breasts move as your breathing became strained against the feeling of him prodding at your cervix. He kissed the spot between your brows, smoothing the look of pained adjustment and waiting until you give a little nod of your head for him to continue.

"So good for me," he wasn't sure what had gotten into him but tonight he just felt overcome with the urge to make sure you knew just how much he loved you, loved this.

His pace was slow initially, pulling out to just the tip only to rock back into you and hit that perfect spot that made your toes curl in midair. It was heaven, feeling you cling onto him, mewling and whining while the soft squelch of your pussy filled the room. The perfect symphony to match the lust drunk feeling buzzing in his veins.

All those little sounds encouraged his hips to set a more demanding pace, making your body jostle so violently it was all you could do to just hang onto his shoulders and lock your ankles together against his lower back, just above the base of his tail.

He pushed himself up onto his forearms, seeing how glossy your eyes were and the way your lips were parted in a wail as he pounded into you with an uncharacteristic abandon. As your voice reached a fever pitch you brokenly said it again, I love you. Over and over again like it was the only tether you had in the world and suddenly all of his earlier fantasies came spilling out in between frantic presses of his lips against your jaw and throat.

"I wanna get you pregnant," he gasped and you moaned a particularly loud curse, "please sweetheart, please I wanna cum inside you" the last syllable was an unintelligible kneen from low in his throat as your heels dug into his back.

Against the cacophony of skin smacking and the wheezing of your breath as he pushed your legs harder against your chest he heard it.

"Gonna have your baby- ah!"

And that was all he needed, hips snapping against you mercilessly, teeth bared against the side of your throat. The way you squeezed around him in a stranglehold told him you were close and he could feel his balls tightening in response, preparation for release and his knot was swollen, throbbing, aching with every press against your entrance and teased with the promise of popping in snuggly against your spongy walls.

And within seconds he could feel it, one last punishing thrust before it bullied its way into your pussy, expanding and slotting itself perfectly in place while he flooded you with thick, gooey cum. Desperately he kept rocking against you, like he could fuck it deeper inside you and his fingers came back to rub loving circles over your clit, watching as your eyes rolled back and your mouth dropped open in a silent moan.

The way you felt around him in that second was the most explosively pleasurable feeling he's ever had in his life. Greedy walls massaging against his cock, squeezing his knot hard enough that it nearly knocked the breath from his lungs.

It was perfect, you were perfect. Your body so willing and waiting, taking his painfully thick knot so well it was like you'd done it a thousand times, rather than tonight being the first. And you were entirely his, his to pump load after load inside, his to pin down and fuck until your belly was nice and round.

Even as you remained locked together and coming down from your own orgasm his hips never stopped moving, and he licked at the saltwater tracking down your cheeks, apologizing for making you so oversensitive but surely you can tell he can't stop here. He held you and continued to mindlessly rut against you, holding you so impossibly close.

"We have to make sure it takes," he finally, brokenly, spoke as he could feel the swelling come down yet he didn't soften inside you, if anything he felt even harder as he fell back into the slow, yet firm rhythm he started with.

You cried out so high, so obscenely, clutching and pulling at his fur he couldn't help but give you a cautionary bite to the shoulder, a warning to stop twitching your hips and take what he was giving you and like a good little mate you listened.

As he moved to nip at your bottom lip it was with a million silent promises, to care for you all throughout what would come from this.

And you have to know he means it, know he'll tell you all over again in the light of day when you're so sore he'll have to carry you to the bath, when you both admire the smattering of light bruises on your thighs and hips. Because you're his mate, his love for the rest of his life.

A wholesome & smutty story...

The Ferocious Beast

[A Gigabyte Flare One Shot]

Summary: After an intense night with your wolf Thiren partner, your unsuspecting daughter notices a peculiar mark on your skin. Lycaon wastes no time mischievously adding fuel to the fire.

Word Count: 1.2k

Pairing: Von Lycaon x fem!reader (afab)

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. You are responsible for your own content consumption. If any of the following warnings trigger you, please read at your own risk. Minors do not interact, this story is 18+ only.

Warnings: dubcon, unprotected p in v, pinning, biting, mating press, knotting, breeding kink, creampie, pregnancy mention

A/N: This came to be thanks to the horny thoughts of myself and @vampiricgf and my equally horny thoughts of Lycaon being a dad. I dedicate this to all my Lycaon besties in the little community we made on here! Line break divider by cafekitsune

You had no idea what had gotten into him. You had come home from work to find Lycaon making dinner, same as any other evening; your six year old daughter having come home a couple hours prior from school. She was sitting at the kitchen table drawing another picture of her Mommy and Daddy with her beloved crayons. Your heart warmed when you saw her tiny little ears flick forward at your arrival, wasting no time to jump up from her chair to give you a hug and welcome you home. Meanwhile, Lycaon simply looked over at you, a smirk crossing his lips before returning his attention to making dinner. He was strangely quiet for the rest of the evening until he put your daughter to bed.

You didn't even have time to react, immediately upon entering the bedroom, Lycaon had shut and locked the bedroom door and pinned you face first into your shared bed. Your pants were an absolute goner, having been torn off you and discarded before burying his face into your folds, inhaling your scent deeply.

"It took everything in me not ravish you as soon as you walked through the front door…" Lycaon had said with a breathy growl before gliding his tongue from your throbbing clit to your leaking hole.

Your body had shuddered, your fingers gripping into the sheets as your knees dug into the mattress, completely at Lycaon's mercy as he fucked you with this tongue. It wasn't until this very moment with your torso being pressed into the mattress by one of Lycaon's massive hands on your back as his cock rams into you that you realize that he is in his rut. His other hand gripping your hip like a vice, feeling his claws dig into your skin as you feel your cunt begin to stretch around his knot with each of his powerful thrusts.

Abruptly, he pulls out. You begin to whine in protest as drool spills from the corner of your mouth when he flips you over onto your back, his hands spreading your legs open to settle his hips against yours. His throbbing member has no trouble slipping back inside and he takes your legs and drapes them onto his shoulders, practically folding you in half as he resumes his grueling pace inside you. Grasping both your wrists, he pins your hands above your head as he lets out a guttural growl, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"Let me give you my knot, my little dove…" he moans into you, his thrusts becoming slower but more powerful.

That nickname sends chills straight to your cunt, feeling your walls squeeze around his cock as his knot threatens to seal the two of you together.

A couple of tears involuntarily stream down the sides of your face as you nuzzle your face against his; finally, you give him a subtle nod before whispering, "go ahead, Lycaon…"

With a snap of his hips, you feel his knot pop inside you, the head of his cock pressing against your cervix with each thrust now. His instincts taking hold, his cock aggressively rabbits into you, his claws digging into your wrists as he practically fucks you into the mattress. He lets out another growl as his thrusts become more erratic until finally he pushes himself as deep inside you as he possibly can, his powerful jaw latching onto the crook of you neck as he comes. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you come undone with him, moaning his name as your legs quiver on his shoulders as he pumps you full of his seed.

Once he comes down from his high, Lycaon's entire body weight collapses on top of you after moving your legs off his shoulders, feeling his tongue lap up where he had sunk his teeth into your neck as his arms wrap around your body. You drape your arms around his shoulders, giving him a gentle squeeze as you kiss the side of his muzzle. Meanwhile your legs gently wrap around his waist, knowing full well his knot is going to keep the two of you sealed together for a majority of the night. It doesn't take long for exhaustion to consume you both and you drift into a dreamless sleep.

The smell of breakfast and coffee drags you from the realm of sleep, your eyes fluttering open only to wince at the sun pouring in from the windows, the gentle late summer breeze caressing your senses. You let out a loud yawn as you sit up in bed; Lycaon is unsurprisingly already up. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up, your legs still a little wobbly from the previous night's escapade. Also unsurprisingly, you find Lycaon had already cleaned you up; how he didn't wake you is beyond you.

Putting on one of Lycaon's button up shirts and a pair of pajama shorts, you slowly make your way out into the kitchen, where you find your daughter and Lycaon already eating breakfast at the kitchen table. Upon seeing you come in, Lycaon immediately stands up.

"Good morning, my love," he says as he opens the oven, taking out a plate that he had been keeping warm for you, "I made you some pancakes with bacon. I do hope you enjoy them."

He sets the plate down just as you take a seat. You look up at him, smiling warmly at him as he walks back over to his seat to finish eating breakfast.

"Good morning, Mommy!" your daughter cheerfully greets you before biting a forkful of pancakes, a big smile spreading across her lips, "Daddy always makes the best pancakes!"

"He sure does, sweetie," you reply softly before taking a bite, closing your eyes to savor the flavor; fluffy and cooked just right.

"What's that on your neck?" your daughter suddenly asks.

Your eyes snap open, your right hand reaching over and feeling where Lycaon's teeth hand sunk into your neck the night before. You don't doubt that there's bruising, too.

Before you can even think of formulating some kind of response, Lycaon replies to your daughter's query as he takes a sip from his coffee mug, "your mother was attacked by a ferocious beast last night."

You look over at Lycaon just as he lowers his mug, the most devious smirk crossing his lips as he gives you a knowing look in his exposed eye. Your heart palpitating in your chest, you kick him under the table, which is immediately followed by a sharp pain going up your leg when your toes make contact with the metal of one of his prosthetic legs.

"Sh-- Ow!" you hiss silently as you reach down to massage your toes.

"What was that?!" your daughter once again asks.

"That would be the ferocious beast eating your mother's toes." Lycaon replies nonchalantly, that smirk still on his face as he closes his eye while taking another sip from his coffee.

"Oh no, not Mommy's toes!"

"Lycaon!" you say as you give him a playful shove to his shoulder.

You weren't sure if it was instinct or fate that a few weeks later, you decide to pick up a pregnancy test at the store after work. You can't say you were entirely surprised when the result came up positive.

Holy fuck, this could be more steamy if he were naked...🌼

[ZZZ] Kinktober Day 1: "Praise Kink"

Summary: For recently completing a job to near perfection, Lycaon decides that praise and a good reward are in order.

Warning(s): Heavy focus on praise kinks here lol, Lycaon being typical wolf daddy here, Knotting (towards the end ofc).

Side Note(s): Not my ass forgetting to put warnings— sorry y’all 😭. That’s what I get for thinking it was a good idea to post this early while I was half-awake 🫠

Your heart was in your throat as you stood a short distance from your boss, his eyes scanning over the report you had just written after completing a job a few days ago.

One that wasn't easy in the slightest you might add.

Your client had contacted the Victorian Housekeeping Co. in order to seek help finding a lost relic that had apparently been passed down through his family for generations upon generations! Why the family would forget such an important relic? You wouldn't dare ask the question for fear of seeming rude.

But you took the job nonetheless.

After battling through hordes of Ethereals throughout the Hollows, having to contact Wise and Belle to make sure that you got through the areas safe and soundly. You had found the relic, the item accurately matching the description!

Although you appreciated how your client thanked you a million times over for finding his family's relic, you admittedly weren't interested in his praise.

The person you really wanted praise from...was Lycaon, your boss.

It was hard enough to get the wolf thiren to crack a smile, much less get him to praise someone verbally. With the completion of this job, you hoped that you would obtain both in one sitting—

"Hmf." The gruff sound snapped you from your rambling thoughts swiftly, quickly making you straighten yourself up as if you were a soldier. "You did good."

Your thighs clenched at the praise, your cheeks quickly flushing red at his praise. "T-Thank you!" You squeaked out.

"The client was happy, he praised how professional and timely you were with his request. Not a single scratch was on his relic, even after fighting off so many Ethereals." Your eyes were trained on him as he pushed himself away from his desk, walking around the wooden object to come closer to you. Each metallic step was piercing to the ears in comparison to the overall silent room, beads of sweat beginning to drip down the back of your neck out of nervousness whilst your needy cunt told a different story.

You didn't lie to yourself and say that you weren't attracted to your boss.

In fact, you were very attracted to him. So much so that a single line of praise had you nearly falling to your knees while the sheer fact that he was so close to you almost creamed your panties on the spot from how aroused you were! An arousal that your boss could definitely smell.

Not that he'd let you know that just yet, of course.

"For such good work, you deserve a reward. Don't you think?" A quiet gasp left you when he placed a hand on your shoulder. A smirk steadily crept onto Lycaon's face at your nervousness, one that didn't befit you with how potent the scent of your arousal was.

Finally, however, you nodded your head. "Y-Yes...?" You mentally cursed yourself at how your response sounded like a question.

But... thankfully, Lycaon didn't comment on it as he led you to a room that was more...secluded.

. . .

"F-Fuck—! L-Lycaon...!" You moaned wantonly as you were bounced up and down on your boss' lap in a full nelson, your hand wrapped around the back of Lycaon's neck as you grabbed at his fur in an attempt to ground yourself.

However, that proved to be an impossible task with the way his cock was drilling your insides, his cock filling you in such an addictive way as he pressed every pleasure spot inside your soaked cunt. For such a serious-looking guy, one who looked so kept together as if nothing disturbed him...he fucked you as if he were releasing pent-up tensions. "Gods..." He panted in your ear as one of his clawed hands reached for your aching clit.

"L-Lycaon!" You cried out as his fingers carefully but expertly began to flick your clit, a hiss leaving the wolf thiren's mouth as the rapid swiping of your nub elicited in you further clenching around his cock. "G-Gods..." You continued to squirm and moan much to your boss' amusement.

"Be still little maid," He whispered in your ear. "Let your boss reward you." He continued with a deep chuckle, the noise going straight to your cunt as his breath fanned over you. You let out a shaky breath as you felt your orgasm approach you, your eyes began to flutter as your thighs started to shake in Lycaon's clawed grip.

"C-Close..." You hakily whispered out.

Silently, he increased his pace, squelching and the rapid slapping of your two bodies meeting filling your ears and nearly drowning out your moans. As Lycaon fucked you, his fingers beginning to gently pinch at your clit in addition to starting to increase his rapid circling of your clit, a groan escaped him as he stuck his nose in the juncture between your neck and shoulder. He'd been wanting you since the day you waltzed into his office all those months ago.

Pleading and begging him for a job even if it was something so menial such as being a janitor.

Usually, he wouldn't let personal feelings interfere with work but...you, you were a special exception. Especially with how obvious your body was when you were around him, every night, he'd have to go into his private quarters to fist his cock whenever he'd catch a whiff of your arousal, panting and moaning out your name into his hand while the lewdest scenes imaginable would play out in his mind.

A growl rumbled from his chest as he felt his climax quickly approaching. "So good for my cock...just want to keep you here forever—" You tightened at his words, a toothy smirk crossing his face immediately. "You like that?" He began to thrust up into you harder. "Being my cute little toy for me to sheath my cock in? That could be your new job..." He suggested, his tongue lolling out to lick the side of your face messily as his smirk only grew at the idea.

And as your cunt wept out more of your slick, white dots began to appear in your vision as your moans increased in volume.

The idea of being your boss' own personal pleasure toy... didn't sound too bad. "You'd look so good being filled every day, wouldn't you Miss Y/N?" Lycaon continued to tease and talk in your ear. "Then again, it'd be so hard to get anything done knowing I have a tight sheath waiting for me so patiently back home..."

Being fucked on his thick dick day in and day-out, hearing his praises about how good he felt as he used your body, and receiving kisses from him on the daily. Oh, it was a dream come true for you! And that very dream plus the slight pain of Lycaon's claws beginning to dig into your thighs as he neared his orgasm, is what gave you that final push over the edge as you screamed out his name.

Your back arched against Lycaon just as his thrusts began to lose rhythm, his jaw falling slack, and his moans and growls of pleasure being replaced with panting as he fucked you through your orgasm, all before he suddenly stilled as quiet whines left his jaw as you suddenly felt his hot cum shoot deep inside of you, filling you to the brim as he did his best to keep from digging his claws too harshly into your thighs.

"S-So much..." You said, breaking the comfortable silence as you came down from your high.

Behind you, Lycaon gently removed his hand from your sex before he reached into his breast pocket to pull out a handkerchief. Not even to wipe away his cum oozing from your sex but, enough to tide you over until his knot died down, rubbing his fingers along your thighs as he tried to soothe and massage your sore muscles. "Are you uncomfortable—" His words choked up with a groan when he felt you move.

"No," You responded tiredly as you leaned back onto his chest.

Good, he thought. Because even when his knot died down...he planned to reward you soooo much more for your efforts.

Maid For You (m)

The frilly skirt you wore rode up the back of your thighs as you stretched to reach a difficult spot beneath Jeongguk’s bed.

Your final perusal of his room after your thorough vacuuming and dusting had left you satisfied and you’d just started to make his bed, narrowly restraining yourself from face planting on the thousand threadcount Egyptian cotton sheets, when a gleam from the back of the headboard had caught your eye.

Now you grunted in exertion, extending your arm as far as it would go while channelling Elastigirl from The Incredibles. Your fingertips barely kissed the cool surface of the mysterious shiny thing residing beneath the maknae’s bed.

Being Bangtan’s dorm maid, this certainly wasn’t the first time you were contorting into weird positions to keep their humble abode spic-n-span. You had lost count how many times you had found rotting cheetos behind Namjoon’s work desk or condom wrappers shoved into weird places in Yoongi and Jin’s room. After finding guitar picks inside the toothbrush mug in Taehyung and Namjoon’s bathroom you’d stopped asking questions.

Not that anybody was there to answer for themselves anyway. The boys had never seen you in person, what with you working your magic only on weekdays and only when they were out and about. You had received specific instructions from the company to endeavour to avoid running into them. Emphasis on endeavour. Apparently, good cleaners work in silence and anonymity.

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; sangria | m.

— a/n: this is the first fic i released on this website. so like spare me.

— pairing: min yoongi x reader

— genre: smut, pwp, jealous!yoongi

— word count: 3k+

— warnings: dirty talk, creampie, exhibitionism (basically fucking on a beach), pet names, unprotected sex 

— summary: a day at the beach has yoongi hornier than he’d like to admit.

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The Kim Line (M)

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader x Jin x Namjoon

Genre: Open relationship, idol!au, Smut

Summary: Before Namjoon allowed Jungkook to see his girlfriend’s nudes, the Kims were part of her birthday surprise, being the first to see Y/n fully naked.

WC: 7.1k

Warnings: open relationship within established relationship, alcohol mention/use (slight), voyeurism, m. masturbation, size kink (?), rough oral sex (f. giving &receiving), fingering (F. receiving), dacryphilia (tiny) dirty talk, cursing, nipple play, use of the word brat (once), protected & unprotected Birthday sex, threesome/foursome, creampie/facial, spanking, marking/bruising, cock slapping (?)

Date Posted: May 1, 2019

“Are you sure she’ll like this, hyung?” Taehyung is sitting on the couch with his legs spread out while Jin paces back and forth behind Taehyung trying to relax.

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miss communication (m)

➾ 6.3k

➾ warnings: poly relationship, pregnancy mention, pregnancy sex, name calling, lactation, creampies, cum eating, cumplay, sex toys, overstimulation, forced orgasms, daddy kink (whew)

➾ anon request a long time ago for namkook cuckholding, but i modified it slightly!! a huge huge huge thank you to @94hixtape for helping me make it as nasty as it is now 🤧

➾ summary: poly relationships can be complicated. especially one where there’s an established hierarchy, and someone decides to break the rules. in a series of miscommunications between your boyfriends, you find yourself being the conveyor of peace, and something else that isn’t quite what you expected. 

tldr: oc is namkook’s cum conveyor belt

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Power Play (m)

⇥ written as part of the Lights, Camera, Action! pornstar collab ⇤

➾ 27.6k 

➾ warnings: degradation/ humiliation, unprotected sex, creampies, cum eating, thigh riding, ass play, spitting, mentions of religion (porn scene involving a Catholic priest and school girl- please skip over if this offends you!), mentions of impregnation

➾ a/n: thank you so much to my deli fairy @jimlingss for hearing me out when i was ranting about how hard it was to write this. you gave me so much inspiration and motivation to write, and this fic would not be here without you :D @parkmuse you are the absolute mvp for offering to beta read this monster. thank you for validating me when i needed it TT i know you’ll just nut over this so enjoy ;-) and of course!!!! @winetae I’m so happy and grateful to be a part of this collaboration 😭 im honoured to be able to fulfil your porn star dreams :”D 

happy valentine’s day 🌹❤️ 

please do check out the other lovely writers in the collab too!!

➾ summary: You know him as the A lister of all porn stars; a man who sits pretty in his place at the top of the food chain. But you also know him as the Park Jimin who single handedly humiliated you and ruined your own career as a rookie just starting out, the epitome of the biggest dick in the entire industry… and you’re not talking about his assets. But when Park Jimin comes to you, saying he’s in a slump that only you can get him out of and begs you to sign an exclusive contract with him; things get messy… in more ways than one.  

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songbird (m)

➾ vocal line x reader, based off this request

➾ 6.8k 

➾ warnings: name calling/ slight degradation, impregnation, unprotected sex, creampies, sloppy seconds, cum eating, double blowjob, triple penetration, anal, inhumane amounts of cum and also maybe a teeny bit of mxm if u squint hard

children, go away. just scram. 

happy good friday!! be sure to go to church this easter sunday :”) 

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discipline and punish (m)

➾ 5.7k 

➾ sub!jeon x noona reader

➾ warnings: degradation, humiliation, chastity cage, rutting, spitting, unprotected sex, creampie, creampie eating, aftercare

➾ summary: when your brat of a boyfriend shows up unexpectedly at your workplace, you decide you have to teach him a lesson.

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Feign Lust to Fool the Masses

(A/N: first off, if you see the excessive amount of swearing, specifically fuck, that's because my friend dared me to make the word count for "fuck" to be 69. So, count all you want, and you'll find out that it is indeed 69-- excluding this note. AND ALSO. HOW DOES ONE MAKE OUT WITH A FUCKING TV I'VE BEEN LOSING MY GODDAMN MIND)

Let’s get one thing straight: you fucking hate Vox with every fiber of your being.

And you know that he felt the same about you. The only reason that you were together would be because you, too, were a media overlord, specializing in interactive media such as VR headsets and such, and that if you were to partner up with someone with as powerful as Vox, then the quality of your technology would significantly increase as well as his ability to brainwash people.

And because of the numerous projects the both of you would work on, many of those intently waiting for the next upgraded piece of technology had assumed that you two were, well… in their words, boning.

You’d have to blame Valentino for that; the demons under him use your mechanisms for sexual reasons so much to the point they’d assume that the overlords who made VR happen in Hell are as horny as them.

And with that, you compromised with Vox. Feign dating in public, to attract more people hence more power, and to also make them shut the fuck up. 

Seriously, everywhere you used to go it was always just “are you and Vox dating?” or “what does his dick taste like?” 

Like, did they really fucking think you’d settle for a TV head? 

Either way, it had been around 6 months since the whole “fake dating” charade started, and now the both of you were invited to this extravagant ball that Velvette had arranged.

How she was able to afford it, you weren’t quite sure.

“Are you ready?” Vox asked absentmindedly, scrolling through his Voxtek phone, not even sparing a glance at you.

You glanced down at your champagne cocktail dress, something Vox had gifted you in public a week ago in preparation for the ball, along with the red bottomed heels that you personally loved. “More than ready, dear. Ah, wait,” you walked towards the overlord before lifting his head up so that he had to rip his eyes from his phone and look at you instead. From his TV head, you could see your reflection slightly, and the moment Vox realized what you were doing, he tensed, his brows furrowing in annoyance.

“What have I told you about using my head as a fucking mirror?” You just scoffed, rolling your eyes as you fixed golden necklace number 3. 

Your lack of a reply ticked Vox off immensely; he fucking hated it when you did that. Everyone always obeyed his sense of superiority; you never did.

You finally took some time to study what Vox was wearing, and grimaced. “Is that really what you’re wearing to a ball? Didn’t Vel give you anything to wear or something?”

Vox groaned slightly before finally standing up from the couch, fixing the lapels of his usual coat. “Fine, I’ll change.”

“Make sure you’re matching with me! Everyone has to be convinced!”

“Fuck off!” 

And you might as well have tried Charlie Morningstar’s idea of redemption just for the Lord to take you because Vox took so. Fucking. Long. To change.

You pinched your nose bridge, walking towards his bedroom. You both had separate rooms, after all, just in the same apartment in the tower to not attract unwanted attention. 

You gripped the doorknob and sighed loudly; just what was taking him so long? “Vox? What the fuck are you doing in there?-” You cut yourself off, staring at Vox’s mess of a bed, heaps and heaps of clothes on it. “Are you seriously fucking kidding me right now?” You deadpanned, leaning on the door frame.

He glared at you, and you took notice of how the only garment he currently had on were his pants. “Oh, shut the fuck up; give me another 10 minutes.”

“It’s been 30!” You exclaimed, heaving in a deep breath before walking towards the bundles of suits on his bed, scouring through it to find a navy blue —almost black— suit, along with a champagne tie; you knew Vox of all people had one.

You finally fished out exactly what you were looking for, and glared at him, the coat and its pair of pants in one hand and the tie in the other. “It took me less than a fucking minute, max. Now, go,” you threw the suit at him, which he successfully caught. “I’ll be waiting outside. And I swear to fuck, if you take another 30 minu—”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He retorted, rolling his eyes.

Dear God, this ball is going to be insufferable.

“Oh, (Name)!” A familiar voice exclaimed from the mass crowd of people, causing you to perk up with a grin. “Rosie!” You turned your head, exchanging kisses on the cheeks with her. You had no idea where Vox went, and honestly, you couldn’t care less.

“So, how’s your new lover?” Rosie asked, her signature grin plastered on her face. You tilted your head, placing a hand on your chest. “Well, he’s been such a darling to me! Always giving me beautiful gifts and such.”

The overlord you were talking to raised an unconvinced brow. “But how is he in private? Does he really treat you as well as he does in public?”

Your mask almost broke for a second. Does Rosie know? 

You shrugged it off with a small laugh, trying to sound as convincing as possible. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, my dear Rosie. He’s such a gentleman behind closed doors, too.”

She laughed the same way you did. “Well, I’m sorry for askin’. I just want to know if my friend is being treated right, that’s all.” You nodded, agreeing with her statement. Nothing wrong with wanting to know if a dear companion is doing well with their new partner, right? 

“And besides, he always looks at you with such formality; I almost thought he was using you.”

…Pardon?

Your eyes slightly widened when you looked at Rosie before you quickly recovered. “If you’ll excuse me, Rosie.”

“Oh, of course!” There was confusion in her voice, but she didn’t pry.

Swiftly, you searched for Vox in the large number of people currently at the ball; seriously, how the fuck does Velvette know this many sinners? 

You and Vox needed to be more persuasive in terms of being a “couple”. If you two were claiming to be lovers and yet none of that micro body language bullshit that you’d hear some of the “Vox and (Name) enthusiasts” would be talking about on some social media platforms was happening, you might as well fake dump him right then and there.

You spotted him conversing with some people in the media, and rolled your eyes, cursing internally. He saw you just as you walked towards him, and Vox’s brow raised in confusion. “(Name)? What are you doing—?”

“Vox.” You strained a smile, your voice sickeningly sweet. Your hand gripped his arm tightly, making him wince ever so slightly. “A word in private?”

The sinners he was previously talking to snickered to themselves and backed away, giving the two of you some privacy. 

When they finally left, Vox’s smile disappeared from his screen. “What the fuck do you want, (Name)? You know we don’t have to stick toge—”

“We aren’t convincing enough.” You simply stated, causing him to stare at you. After a couple of beats, he laughed, a hand on the one gripping his other arm. He picked it away from his coat with ease before letting his hand linger on yours to save face. “Oh, (Name), I show my ‘affection’ for you everyday; how is that not—”

“The way you look at me, apparently—” “Oh my fucking God, stop cutting me off!” He exclaimed, smiling at those who were starting to stare at you. Vox took a deep breath before tightening his grasp on your hand, making you wince this time. He cleared his throat before speaking. “What do you mean, ‘the way I look at you’?” His voice was incredibly forced, as if he was trying his very best to not explode at that very moment.

You sighed, pinching your nose bridge with your other hand, the one not being gripped by your fake partner. “I was just informed by someone that you look at me like I’m just a business partner, and not a romantic one. And I’ve read some comments, and people in paparazzi say that you barely touch me when we’re in priva—”

“Oh, like this?” Vox suddenly grabbed your waist with one arm, the other one finally releasing your hand from his grip. “How should I look at you, hmm?” His now free hand hooked a finger under your chin and lifted it, making heat rush to your cheeks.

Jesus, he’s never actually done anything this physical… ever. And you can’t believe you’re saying this, but it horribly turned you on.

“What, speechless already?” Vox’s voice was low and sultry, which was a contrast to how he normally talked to you in front of people. It was as if he was only talking to you, not the masses. 

His hand on your waist trailed down lower to your hips, and with the way the dress hugged your body, you could feel every crevice of his claws. 

Vox pulled you closer to him from his grip on your waist, grinning when he saw the way you raised your brows. The hand on your chin began to cup your cheek, and you cursed at yourself for instinctively leaning on it. “You want to be more convincing? Let’s be more convincing.”

You could feel the hundreds of eyes on the both of you as he slowly hooked your leg up and around his thigh, his hand at the bottom of yours. You couldn’t help but shiver at his touch, your gaze darting everywhere to find out who was watching you two.

“Eyes on me, (Name).” Vox ordered, but it wasn’t the kind that he would bark out to his subordinates. It was gentler, more to capture your heart than your attention.

What the fuck are you doing, Vox?

You decided to play his game, so you quirked a brow up as a smile ghosted your lips. “Yes, sir.” 

And at the moment, the both of you realized that this was a game of who will break first. 

“You know, I must say…” You whispered, your hand resting on his chest. “You looked better without this on.”

“(Name),” he chuckled tightly when you traced the way his coat fell on his body. “Are we really doing this?”

“Doing what?” You smiled innocently, messing up his tie ever so slightly; you knew how much that ticked him off. How much untidiness could quite literally be the end of him. Hell, when his room was a mess, he took another 20 minutes to fix everything. “Well, we have to convince the masses, don’t we?”

“You’re playing a dangerous fucking game,” Vox warned.

“Now, who’s to say I don’t know that?” You tilted your head, leaning forward with a smug smirk. 

Vox’s eyebrows raised humorlessly before sighing. “Alright, so we’re doing this.” And with that, the hand on your cheek brushed against the line of your jaw before wrapping itself around the back of your neck, the tips of his claws slightly digging into your skin. You choked down on a moan, not ever wanting to give him the satisfaction of actually melting in his touch.

He noticed the way you held yourself back, however, and he stared at you, amused. “Well, I didn’t know someone here had a thing for pain.” He teased, chuckles escaping his throat as he did so. 

“Oh, shut the fuck up.” You snapped quietly, making him hum. “No, I don’t think I will.” He calmly stated, the fingers of the hand on the bottom of your thigh lingering somewhere higher, causing your breath to hitch. “I’m sure you love the sound of my voice.”

“You’re fucking egotistical.”

“And you love the way it gets stroked. Though,” he grinned, his face slightly lighting up when your leg stayed wrapped around his thigh even when he removed his hand from yours. “I’m sure you’d like to stroke something else, no?”

Your eyes widened at his boldness; what the fuck was he implying? You barked out a nervous laugh, your cheeks heating up even more. You cursed at yourself when you felt the way Vox’s words traveled straight down to your arousal. “You’re insane.”

“Oh, yeah? It’s your fault for driving me so fucking crazy.” His hands roamed around your body, and you’re suddenly incredibly aware of the amount of people not staring at you, half of them hoping you two would fuck right in front of them.

Your jaw tightened as you tried to regulate your breath. “Vox, don’t you think this is a bit much for the public eye?” You attempted to reason out, but he only tilted his head before grinning. “You’re right. They wouldn’t be able to handle it.”

With that, he grabbed you by the wrist and started to drag you to somewhere private, leaving a trail of gasps and whispers behind.

“Vox!” You exclaimed, shock coating your voice. “What the fuck are you doing!?”

“Well, you said it was a bit much for the public eye,” he explained, looking at you with a grin, his eyes half lidded. “Then we’ll do it in private. Plus, it looks good on camera. I saw a couple people taking pictures of us.”

You snorted; you noticed them, too. “Yeah, they’re not really discreet—” You cut yourself off with a yelp when Vox yanked you closer to his body by your waist, his knee slotted right in between your thighs. It was only then that you realized that he had you sandwiched between him and a wall. 

From this angle, you could barely see the faint glow of the event a couple of feet behind Vox; it wasn’t so close that they could fully see what you two were doing, but it wasn’t far enough for sinners to not accidentally walk into a rather… scandalous scene.

That idea alone sent shocks down to your core.

“Oh, do you enjoy the idea of fucking me in public?” Vox laughed out, an amused grin plastered onto his face. It was just as shit-eating as the one who bore a smile all the time, and you couldn’t wait to wipe it off of his face. “Just shut your fucking mouth, will you?”

He rolled his eyes, his hands roaming around your body once more. You had to admit, he was… so fucking skilled with them. 

You almost immediately melted in his touch, but you stopped yourself from giving him the pleasure of a reaction. But nothing slides in Vox’s vision; he saw you. He saw the way your eyes fluttered closed before snapping wide open, as if your brain was shouting at you to not give in. Hell, he felt the way your body reacted to his hands, the way your hips slightly twitched up as he grazed them.

And to think the both of you were still fully clothed. Imagine how much damage he could do to you when you weren’t. 

Vox’s knee began to steadily rock you, causing you to purse your lips in a feeble attempt to stop yourself from making any noises of pleasure. Yet that expression of yours only fueled Vox’s desire to tease you, to prove to you that he can be as convincing as he can.

His hand hovered just above the high slit of your dress, his fingers threatening to slip under it. “What’s wrong, (Name)?” He taunted, the smug grin never leaving his face. “Why so silent all of a sudden?”

You let out a groan through gritted teeth; hopefully he would assume that it was one of annoyance. Though, you both knew it was far from that. “We aren’t an actual fucking couple, you know? Y-You don’t have to…” You trailed off, taking in a deep breath as he slightly quickened the pace. 

His laughter was rich and low, condescension dripping like venom. “Oh, but you told me that we needed to move the people a bit more. That I didn’t touch you when we’d be alone. That I didn’t look at you like I wanted to fuck you at every given moment…” He leaned closer to your ear, his voice nothing but a growl when he spoke. “You think I care if they find us here? Fuck, I hope they do.” You squirmed slightly at his words, shivering slightly at his voice. You hated admitting it, but it really was one of the main reasons you could even stand his ass. 

He rocked his knee a bit harder, pushing you against the wall. The small distance between your chest and his closed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, small yet strained moans coming out of you. You could feel the way your slick probably stained a spot on his pants; they were dark enough for it to be mistaken as black, anyway. No one would notice, right? 

As soon as your moans reached his ears (does he even have ears?), he groaned before letting out a tight chuckle. “You’re such a fucking freak.”

You scoffed at his words, clearly offended. “Excuse me? You call me a freak when we literally live with the freakiest fucking pimp in all of Hell?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

You opened your mouth to speak before hesitating. You grunted, heaving an annoyed sigh. That alone gave Vox a satisfactory answer, dropping his knee. You stumbled slightly, your body missing the feeling of his knee against your sex. You glared at him, though Vox noted the way your slight desperation tried to hide itself. “What the fuck, Vox? I didn’t say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.” The overlord huffed out, his hands leaving your body and landing on his pants, unbuckling the belt that was snatching his waist even more. But before he could fully unzip his pants, he looked at you with a raised brow, his face entirely serious.

That was then you realized he was asking for your consent.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. He teased you for what felt like forever and he’s only now asking for your consent? Might as well slam it into you.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile gracing your lips. “Whatever. Do what you want, I guess.”

Vox quickly studied your face before grinning; he knew what you meant. “I’m going to break you until your pride flies out of the fucking window.” He declared, finally freeing himself from his now too tight pants. His claws slipped under your dress from the slit, the pointy tips making your shudder in anticipation. Your stomach flipped when he grazed your soaked underwear, barely rubbing his thumb softly against your clothed clit with a grin. “Jesus Christ, (Name); you’re so fucking wet.”

You whined involuntarily, gritting your teeth together. “Just do it, Vox.”

“Do what?”

…

Holy fucking shi—

“You know what I fucking mean!” You exclaimed, the embarrassment of having to elaborate reaching your cheeks. Vox furrowed his eyebrows as his teasing smile grew, feigning confusion. “No, I don’t, (Name). Why don’t you tell me?”

God, this man is going to be the death of me. “Vox, don’t make me do this—”

“Fine then, I guess I’ll just—”

“No!” You shouted out, making Vox look at you just as he was about to re-zip his pants. You pursed your lips as he waited in expectancy. You cursed under your breath, your undead heart pounding out of your chest. “Goddamnit, Vox, just– just fuck me…”

“What was that? I didn’t get that, sorry—”

“Fucking Christ, Vox, fuck me!” 

Ah, there it was. Vox rolled his eyes exasperatedly, that shit-eating grin still on his face. “Fine, fine. No need to fucking shout.”

You deadpanned, staring straight at him as he swiped your underwear away, leaving your pussy bare. You bit your lip at his touch; the way he was subtly teasing you making you clench around nothing. He gave himself a tantalizingly slow stroke before aligning his cock to your hips, his tip easily sliding between your folds and just in front of your entrance. “Fuck…” You cursed under your breath, but you knew you had to do this. For the press, right? Totally!

Vox groaned at how wet you were, guiding his cock to rub against your clit, just to see you squirm. 

And squirmed, you did. You let out a strangled moan, your hand covering your mouth. But just as you were about to do so, Vox grabbed your wrist before making both of your hands wrap around his neck, something tying itself around your wrists, forcing you to keep your arms there. 

You stitched your eyebrows together, looking at Vox in alarm. He finally put his tip inside of you, moaning softly before answering the question you left unsaid. “Don’t try to muffle your pretty noises, (Name). We both know it wouldn’t fucking matter in the end, anyway.”

His claws gripped your hip before cupping your ass as he thrusted slowly into you, only stopping halfway for you to adjust. He glanced at your flushed out expression, your eyes already half lidded. It looked like you desperately needed this, and if you were to be honest, you really did. Ever since you announced that you were in a “relationship” with the overlord of media, it was like people were repulsed by the idea of fucking you, or more specifically, terrified of the idea of crossing Vox.

Remember, you two had hated each other behind closed doors for 6 fucking months. 

“Vox, you know damn well I can take more,” you growled, glaring at him with a sneer. He raised his brows in amusement at your sudden hostility, and inclined his head slightly. “Alright, then. You said so yourself.”

With that, he thrusted himself into you until your pelvises touched, causing you to let out a guttural moan. Jesus fucking Christ, this man was not playing.

“What, can’t take it all?” He teased, giving you a pout of pity. Your jaw tightened once more, using the fact that he had your wrists tied up to your advantage to pull him in closer, your breath heaving. 

The way his cockiness dissolved as soon as you reeled him in stroked your ego, and you smirked smugly. “I can. Don’t underestimate me, you fucker.”

Vox snapped out of his shock and laughed lowly, almost fully pulling out. “Feisty.” He snapped his hips against yours, earning a small shriek of bliss and surprise from you. He pushed you against the wall even more, so that your back was firmly pressed against it. 

His thrusts were slow yet hard, well calculated to hit your g-spot every damn time; it was making your mind fog up. Vox’s grunts at every thrust weren’t really helping you, either; in fact it was making you even more aroused. 

Suddenly, he quickened his pace, still pulling out until only the tip was inside before shoving his cock inside you with no remorse and no effort whatsoever; you were making this incredibly easy for him. “Fuck…” He let slip before gripping both of your thighs and wrapping them around his waist with ease, snaking an arm around yours afterward. 

With this new position, Vox was able to thrust in deeper, making you cry out in ecstasy. He groaned at your voice, and at the way your walls were tightening against him. “Holy fucking shit, (Name).” He almost laughed out, his hips finding an even quicker rhythm. 

You refused to actually concede, finally and fully immerse yourself in the intense pleasure that Vox was giving you. It was as hard as he was inside you, though, since you slowly felt your better, logical judgment leave you. Every single time he slid in and out of you like it was nothing, you couldn’t help but let out a stifled moan, trying to mask it with a gasp. He was genuinely so fucking huge it made you wonder how. 

Unfortunately for you and your pride, you felt that stupid fucking knot that you had tried to ignore tighten in your stomach, making your breaths heavier than you wanted it to be. Vox had taken notice of this, and grinned, staring at you with such arrogance you just wanted to rip his stupid head off of his stupid neck. “Are you seriously going to cum already?” 

You laughed in his face, a string of pants following suit. “You wish.” You spat, trying your best to not let any noises of pleasure escape you. 

Vox raised a brow before barking out laughter, nodding his head slightly. One of his hands removed itself from the bottom of your thighs and moved painfully slowly towards the top of it, and you immediately knew what he was going to do.

“No,” you muttered in horror, and he just cackled at your reaction. His fingers barely lingered near your clit as he spoke. “I did tell you I was going to break you, didn’t I? I’m going to make you so fucking dumb on my cock, you’re not even going to remember your own fucking name. Is that clear?”

Vox massaged circles against your clit, rendering you unable to think properly, or pull yourself together. Your eyes fluttered closed as his fingers do sinful things to you, all the while thrusting himself into you. 

When Vox spoke once more, his voice was slightly muffled, as if there was some sort of effect on it. From that, you knew what he was trying to do, despite him knowing that it doesn’t really work on overlords.

“Is that clear, (Name)?”

You decided to give into that at least, and nodded your head weakly. “Y-Yes. Yes, Vox.”

He brightened at your answer, his grin beaming. “That’s my good girl.”

At his paise, you clenched around him, your high just a couple of thrusts away, and—

Waves and waves of pleasure and pure bliss crashed into you as you finally reached your orgasm. You let out a throaty moan, which then turned into sobs when you realized that Vox wasn’t stopping any time soon. Or at least, wasn’t stopping until he would cum inside of you.

Vox’s fingers never left your overly sensitive clit either, which makes you tighten the way your legs wrapped around him. At that, he cursed under his breath, his hand finally leaving your clit and finding solace around your waist. “I’m going to fucking cum inside you, yeah?” He babbled, his screen dim and glitching slightly. Oh, so that’s what happens when he’s close. “I’m gonna stuff you with my fucking cum, you hear me?”

“Yes, Vox.” Was all you could respond with, your breaths turning into mere hiccups. You couldn’t help but whine at the thought, your breath hitching when you felt the way Vox’s cords against your wrists tighten. You didn’t want to admit anything you were thinking aloud, since what you were thinking right now (if you could even do so) would be how right Vox was at fucking you dumb. You were so incredibly close at losing your mind, and wait– no, not—

“Are you going to fucking cum again?” He asked condescendingly, his hips ramming into yours with such force, you could feel the way his tip was teasing your walls. You groaned at his words, frustrated at how good he made you feel. “Shut the fuck up and finish inside me already.”

“Oh, so you want me to do that?” He pestered you through pants, making you whine. “Vox!”

“Yes, ma’am. Jesus, you’re really fucking feisty.” 

Vox started to rut inside you as if the both of you didn’t have an event you had to get back to (which you totally forget about, by the way). You felt the way his aching cock twitched in you, accompanied by how soft whines were coming out of his throat.

Honestly? Hearing Vox like that made you reconsider this whole fake dating thing.

“I’m so fucking close.” He said through gritted teeth, and you couldn’t help but moan in agreement, feeling that same knot tightening and tightening, and holy fucking shit he felt so good inside of you, you just wanted to—

The both of you came with loud and guttural moans, your chests heaving. Vox’s hips allowed himself a couple more slow and hard thrusts as if fucked his cum deeper and deeper inside of you, causing some whimpers to be ripped out of your throat.

The two of you stayed like that for a hot minute, barely listening to the way you were panting your lungs out. Your tongue practically lolled out of your mouth, your eyes half lidded. You weren’t necessarily fully fucked dumb, per se, so you could rub that in Vox’s face later.

“Don’t think we’re finished, my dear.” Vox growled, his voice husky. Fuck, it was like he read your mind. You laughed nervously, looking at him in his eyes for the first time the whole session. “What do you mean?”

“What’s your name?” Was all he asked you, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion. You carefully placed your two legs on the floor again as you responded to him. “(Name), why?-”

“Exactly.” Vox concluded, slipping out of you with a groan. “You still remember your name. You’re lucky we’re not in private otherwise I would’ve done way more fucking things to you.” He fished a handkerchief out of his pocket and cleaned his cock of his and your juices before doing the same to your now swollen cunt, the texture of the fabric making you grimace. 

You looked down at the pool of cum that accumulated on the ground, and pursed your lips. Your head stayed tilted down as you stared at Vox, batting your eyelashes. “Is that a promise?”

He just scoffed at your words, shaking his head slightly. “We have to go back. Just leave it there.” 

You realized he was talking about the puddle of cum on the floor, and glared at him in disgust. “Excuse you? We have to at least clean this fucking shit up—”

“Leave it to someone else.” He ordered, making you roll your eyes. You allowed him to grip your wrist (which now had a red line from his cord)  and walk you back to the party. You stumbled on your own feet when you finally recognized what heels you were wearing, along with the fact that your legs were shaking violently. 

The overlord you had just fucked noticed it, and sighed irritatedly, hooking an arm around your waist to keep you balanced. “Don’t get fucking used to this in private.” He grumbled immediately before a smile appeared on his face, nodding at the whispering crowd that was finally coming into view.

“You didn’t answer my question before.” You muttered so that only he could hear it, smiling as you snaked an arm around Vox’s neck for the masses. 

“What, about the promise?” Vox snorted, a smug grin replacing his charismatic one. “You better hope it isn’t.”

“I don’t just hope; I fucking expect it.”

“Be careful with your words, (Name). You might regret it.”

You just shrugged. “We’ll see if you actually stick to what you say or not. Or maybe you’re just all bark, no bite.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Vox retaliated with a strain, though you knew he was now clearly enjoying your banter.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

And for the first time in a while, you heard Vox genuinely laugh. At your cockiness or at you yourself, you weren’t quite sure, but a win is a win.

Bloodlust (Alastor x on their period!reader)

(A/N: This is a teensy bit self-indulgent, and also I had no idea where this was going to go halfway through, so if things don't make sense... yes they do)

TAGS: Bondage, blood kink, breeding kink, cunnilingus, anything Alastor honestly, a bit of masturbation

You’re not even sure how this happened. How you had two fingers running in and out of your bloodied pussy, on your second day of all days. Normally, when you were on your period, the cramps would consume you, especially during the first three days when the flow was heavy. But this month was different. Instead of being frustrated because of small things that ticked you off, you were frustrated because of… something else entirely. 

You choked back a moan as the pads of your fingers hit your g-spot for the nth time, forcing the edge of an orgasm again. A whine escaped your lips as it started to recede; you couldn’t seem to get yourself over the edge.

With groggy eyes, you checked the way your fingers slipped inside. Your breath instantly left you as you realized just how covered they were, whether it be with your blood or your juices, you weren’t sure. But you didn’t care, either.

You weren’t quite sure if you heard the door open or not, but with how muffled your hearing had started to become just a couple minutes before, you decided to ignore it. That is, until you saw a glimpse of near-red hair.

You immediately slide your fingers out of yourself, and sit up on your bed, wiping the blood off on the towel you laid below you beforehand. “A-Alastor! Hello, hi; why- why didn’t you knock?” You asked in a panic, nervous laughter bubbling in your throat.

His signature smile twitched ever so slightly as he glanced down at your bloodied pussy, eyebrows raised by a millimeter. Alastor remained silent for a couple of seconds before speaking, and you noticed that his cheeks were flushed. Weird. Normally he would be repelled by this stuff, shut the door with that look of disgust and everything. Why did it seem like he was intrigued now?

“...Uhm–” “Miss Charlie asked me to come get you, however,” Alastor gripped his cane tighter. “It looks like you’re busy.”

“Oh, Charlie asked for me?” You echoed, running your clean hand through your hair. “I could just clean myself up, and– Alastor, are you okay?” Your eyebrows knit together as you watched the radio demon cover his smile with his hand, as he averted his gaze from you. 

You also noticed he closed the door behind him when you weren’t looking.

“I’m quite alright, my dear. Just–” He stole another glance your way and cursed under his breath, surprising you. He doesn’t swear.

“Ala–” “What would drive you to…” He looked the other direction as he pointed at you and possibly your previous action as you sat there, frozen —still dripping, but frozen— “Do that while you were… menstruating?” 

There’s the Alastor you knew. So disgusted by anything sexual.

But the more you analyzed his expression, the more you figured out that it wasn’t really disgust; it was something more like frustration. But, what was he frustrated at? He doesn’t have a reason to be frustrated. Hell, it should be you that’s—

Ah, now you see why.

“...Are you hard right now?” Alastor tensed at your words. His eye twitched as he cleared his throat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I can literally see it.”

Alastor glanced down, and you could’ve sworn you saw his more demonic side for a split second “Ah, well how about that.” He replied tightly, as if holding himself back. “I need a moment; I apologi—” 

“Are you hard because of me?” Well that was quite blunt. To be fair, you weren’t one to sugarcoat.

He let out a sharp exhale. His pride won’t let him admit it, but you know just by the way his breath turned ragged that it was because of you. And you had to confess that it boosted your ego and turned you on. Alastor, the radio demon, was hard because of you. 

“...Alastor?”

He stayed quiet, leaving you slightly uncomfortable. Alastor allowed his eyes to wander towards you, but this time it stayed there. Stayed staring, analyzing, drinking you up. 

It wasn’t physically obvious (other than the strain in his pants), but you could feel the hunger start to eat him up from the inside. Alastor took a deep breath before speaking, not particularly to you, “I am quite hungry…”

“‘Hungry’?” You repeated, head tilted. You realized just how vulnerable you are in this situation, especially since you had kicked your duvet off long ago, and in an attempt to fix a bit of that, you squeezed your knees together. “What are you talking abou—”

In a snap, he disintegrated into the shadows to place himself in between your legs, his claws opening her legs like he was Moses parting the Red Sea. “I guess I’ll indulge in you…” He looked up at you with a raised brow, and you have to assume he’s asking for your consent. Though your answer had to be quick; he was slowly losing his mind being so close to blood on flesh.

Ever since his “devotion” to the hotel, it had been a while since he ever last ravished on an actual demon. Sure, he had eaten some for defense of the hotel, but shark loans don’t taste good anyway; they tasted bitter and like their fluid was purely vomit. Alastor couldn’t even remember the last time he actually savored his food for once. 

So imagine his enthusiasm when you gave him the okay to do whatever he wanted. Alastor’s grin widened even more before he licked a strip across your inner thigh, the blood already going to his brain. He seemingly shuddered below you, and just the sight of it made the heat in your core strengthen. You clenched around nothing, and Alastor unfortunately noticed that. He clicked his tongue, shaking his head slowly. “Patience is a virtue, dear.”

You scoffed at his sudden desire for virtue. “Why would you care about virtues–” You cut yourself off with a breathy moan when Alastor collected your mixture of slick and blood to penetrate back inside of you via his tongue. He snickered at the way you immediately crumbled in front of him; you were so full of energy a while ago. 

Well, who could blame you? It wasn’t your fault he was already so pussy drunk. You didn’t even know that could happen with him! Alastor, the demon who looks at Angel Dust with such disgust whenever he makes a sexual remark. 

Curse the damn demon and his sinful, and surprisingly long tongue. It was obvious he knew how to work with what he had, and he knew how to give quality results. You awkwardly placed your clean hand on top of your thigh, which was right beside Alastor’s head. He stopped what he was doing —much to your dismay— and glanced at your hand. “Go on,” Alastor encouraged, his breath hot on your clit. “I don’t bite. Hard, at least.”

You scoffed at his words, reluctantly running your hand through his hair. Once he knew you had adjusted comfortably, he continued his mischievous actions, his tongue rolling inside of you. He was so talented with his mouth, it made your mind fog almost immediately. “I guess I now know that your mouth is good for something other than talking…” You attempted to tease, but he only removed his tongue from your pussy with slight effort, glancing up at you with an amused raise of his brow. “Careful with your words, my dear,” Alastor warned. “You might end up biting off more than you can chew.”

You rolled your eyes. But just as you were about to retaliate, Alastor planted a kiss on your clit, mentally noting how that made your shiver and sigh. The radio demon slid an arm under your thigh to hook it over his shoulder. At that sudden motion, you inhaled sharply, subconsciously gripping onto the small antlers that he had hidden in his red tufts of hair.  

He picked up the pace at your action, grunting at it. You saw something moving under his coat, and you furrowed your eyebrows. “D-Do you have a tail?”

“Do you want me to stop?”

You huffed, gripping his antlers for support. That alone was an answer for him to quicken the pace, drinking in every single drop of blood you had to offer him.

He had to admit, it was better than any kind of blood he tasted before. It didn’t matter if he were to compare it to anything from when he was alive or from his time in Hell, yours came on top.

Alastor groaned at the metallic taste. He wasn’t sure if it was because it was mixed with your juice or if your blood actually tasted like that, but it was sweet but tangy at the same time, the aftertaste giving him shocks to his mind. 

It’s been a while since he’d eaten someone out. When was the last time, 1926?

He didn’t even realize how quick he set his pace until he heard your breath struggling to keep up with him. Hell, Alastor hadn’t even realized how tight he made his grip to be on both of your thighs just to keep them open. 

You were screaming his name without him noticing.

And maybe it was just his sadistic nature, or pure instinct, but he needed to hear you do it again.

This time, Alastor listened intently on how your moans turned into hiccups. Every now and then he would mix things up, cupping your clit with his lips before sucking the dried blood off it, then turning to give your entrance special attention. He didn’t care if your blood was dripping down his chin, nor did he care if his static filled the air like white noise. All he did care about was the fact that his tongue was enjoying the tangy metallic taste of you.

“Wait, fuck, I’m– I’m so close,” you warned Alastor, gripping his hair tighter with both hands this time. To Hell if your right hand was covered in residue from your previous activity; the pleasure felt too good to even be concerned about. You let out a feeble attempt at a noise of pleasure, tears already pricking your eyes. 

Just a couple of minutes ago, you had such a difficult time reaching your climax; how come Alastor was able to drive you to the edge so easily? 

You forced yourself to stare at Alastor, disregarding and ignoring every sound of overwhelming ecstasy you made. He was completely intoxicated by everything you had to give him, his eyes closed, his breath ragged and everything. And —fuck— just the sight of a powerful and feared overlord wallowing in a mere lowly sinner’s slick and blood was enough to send that last shock of bliss you needed.

When you give into the pleasure that Alastor’s horrid tongue was giving you, he scoffed against your pussy. His cockiness soon faded into something more indulgent when he tasted a gush of blood entering his mouth. He drank it up without question, his eyes shut and his eyebrow twitching. 

And honestly, you wished you didn’t open your eyes to see what he looked like. The way he slotted himself in between your thighs, his eyelids drooping heavily as he stared intensely at your cunt, the whole scene was so erotic. 

Alastor couldn’t help himself when he craved more than you could give, his tongue scooping up slick and blood from inside you despite your orgasm fading. Your taste was so horribly addictive to him; it made the strain in his pants hurt him so blissfully. He hooked your other leg with his arm and placed it on top of his other shoulder, both of his hands now gripping onto your thighs.

He pulled you closer to his mouth, your cunt already swollen and abused. His teeth lightly grazed your clit, and you practically wept at the small contact. Your grip on his hair tightened, causing Alastor to tense up before immediately relaxing when he tasted what he needed at that point in time.

Alastor groaned lowly into your pussy, his tongue teasing and slurping up as much as it could. The vibrations from his voice made you sea stars, your legs instinctively kicking in an attempt to push him away. The overstimulation was getting too much, but fuck did it feel so fucking good and you were losing your mind at the pleasure, and—

You shouted Alastor’s name out with a cry as another orgasm crashed onto you, your whole body spasming. His tongue slowed down as you rode it, but it was not stopping any time soon.

He sighed deeply when he got his reward, your blood staining his lips and his tongue. Alastor finally looked at you, and your disheveled look only sent shocks of heat down to his clothed cock; you were such a mess just by his tongue alone, it gave him such an ego boost.

As if he needed one.

Your exhausted eyes met his, your breath coming out of you in pants. Before you could even fully process what just happened, Alastor removed his mouth from your pussy with a pop, his tongue  licking one last stripe, earning a whine from you.

He was heaving for breath, the smile forever on his face sultry and somewhat content.  “Well, my dear!” He exclaimed out of the blue, making you jump. In just a blink, he hopped off of your bed and stood in front of you, his cane and hands hiding the embarrassing boner in his trousers. “You tasted absolutely delicious. One of the best I’ve ever tasted!” He was so incredibly theatrical, as if nothing steamy just occurred a couple of beats before.

“Alastor.” You deadpanned, making yourself sit up. You took a swift glance at your legs; they were shaking violently, small punctures decorating your outer thighs from Alastor’s grip, blood dripping down in rivulets. 

He hummed, tilting his head as he looked at you. You raised an eyebrow before staring at his hands, though he knew your eyes were on what he was trying to cover.

“Yes, (Name)?-” “Aren’t you going to take care of…” You pointed at his bulge. “That?” Your tone was flat, and yet Alastor could hear the subtle suggestion that you were implying.

His smile strained, its edges twitching in slight disgust. “It’ll pass–”

“Yeah, in like 15 minutes or something. You’re really going to let the others see your boner?” You grinned at the way he grimaced, his shoulders tensing up at your vulgarity. “Are you seriously going to let Angel tease you about it?”

In a snap, he materialized on top of you, his hands caging your body. “Be careful, my dear.” He said, his voice strained as it filled with static. “You might be dealing with something you can’t handle here.”

“Good Lord, that was incredibly cringe.” You commented, trying to spite him and rile him up to actually do something about that stupid strain in his pants that was pressing against you and, oh dear God was it huge–

He just scoffed at what you said, rolling his eyes. You were about to retaliate at his sassy behavior until something slithery went around both of your legs, slowly wrapping around your thighs. They pushed your thighs a bit higher as Alastor unbuckled his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. Your eyes widened when you finally realized what was going to happen, and frankly you were more than excited.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you felt your knees hit your chest, anticipating what you never really knew you needed. Alastor studied your face, drank up your expression, before freeing himself from his pants, his tip already at your entrance.

You gasped at the sudden feeling, a shiver going up your spine. Was this real? Were you actually going to fuck the Radio Demon? The demon that literally refuses to do anything remotely sexual or romantic?

As Alastor placed his hands beside your head again, the tentacles wrapped around your thighs tightened, making you squirm. His grin widened at your reaction, and you suddenly understood why he tried to distract you with his tentacles.

Holy fuck, this man was huge. He had only put his head in and you were already desperate to catch your breath. Your chest heaved as Alastor slid his cock into you, your head hitting your pillows behind you. “We aren’t even halfway through, sweetheart.” He informed you, his tone dripping with condescension. 

You whined at that. Not even halfway through?

You gripped your bedsheets for support as Alastor successfully thrusted fully into you, your hips touching the other’s. He grunted at the warmth and tightness that you offered him, his cock eagerly twitching. It’s been a while since he’d done this. Fuck, he was sure that he’s never done something this vulgar during his time in Hell!

You covered your mouth to prevent any more moans from escaping you as Alastor stayed still for a couple seconds. You felt so undeniably full, and you can’t believe yourself when you think that you wanted to feel even fuller. 

Alastor began to rock his hips, one of his tentacles inching towards the wrist of the hand that was covering your mouth. “Don’t muffle your pretty noises, my dear. Where’s the fun in that?” He asked lowly, your wrists now above your head. His head dipped into the crevice of your neck, his lips planting a kiss onto its skin before his teeth sank into it, making you cry out in pain. Or pleasure. You weren’t quite sure, either.

His mouth finally detached itself from you as he quickened the pace of his thrusts, his tongue lapping at the blood he had made drip. Alastor shuddered at the taste, groaning; you were making him lose his fucking mind. 

You whined and panted under him, your thighs tensing against his tentacles. The lewd noises that the two of you were producing traveled all the way to your ears, and your stomach flipped at the sounds. It was just so wet, and the fact that Alastor’s grunts were so near your ears didn’t really help your situation.

If Alastor were to be honest, he fucking hated sex. He never really got the appeal to do it regularly, and he never really understood why some people practically needed it to survive in Hell, even worse on Earth. But his disgust was not the only reason why he doesn’t want to have sexual relations with someone, especially someone that resided in the hotel.

And it was that urge. That urge to breed and fill and mark that he can’t control. Ever since he spawned in Hell, he knew how his body changed his lifestyle, and he had to accept the fact that he had impulses like this. And once his brain realizes what’s happening, he can no longer control his body.

“Can you take one more?” Alastor growled against your neck, making your hazed expression turn into a confused one. “‘One more’?-” You cut yourself off with a yelp as a tentacle started to rub against your already oversensitive clit, and you bit your lip at the contact.

Alastor finally lifted himself up, his smile incredibly strained and twitching. His hips showed no mercy to your poor abused cunt as he chased his own release, making sure you came with him. The only thought dancing around in his mind was the idea of you being his and only his, your blood and flesh for him to take.

With one finally thrust, Alastor bit into the skin of your neck again, making you scream his name. Though his hips were no longer practically shoving his cock inside you frantically, it had become more calculated, hard movements, his dick pumping more and more cum into you.

And when you felt the warmth of the liquid inside of your cunt, you let out a guttural moan, the knot in your stomach snapping as the tentacle against your clit massaged it in circular motions. With a cry of his name, your entire body spasmed, Alastor’s teeth on your neck loosening its grip against you slightly.

The both of you just stayed in that position, chests rising and falling as you caught your breath. His deer ears twitched, tickling your nose. You scrunched it, but that led you to process what the fuck just happened.

“Holy shit.” You muttered, a smile growing on your face. “I just fucked the radio demon on my period.”

Alastor’s body stiffened at your words, static filling the air as he spoke. “What did you say–”

“I said, I fucked the radio demon.” You repeated, pride wrapping around your voice. He groaned at your words, clearly annoyed and embarrassed. Alastor pulled out of you with a small sigh before snapping his fingers. In that motion, all his tentacles removed themselves from you, and your legs immediately flopped onto the bed.

You stared at Alastor with a shit-eating grin, his appearance pristine and as if he didn’t rut into you like his life depended on it. He averted your gaze as you dropped your jaw. “Come on, don’t be embarrassed now!”

“I am not embarrassed.”

“Your face says otherwise.”

( @ladyzaunis since you told me to tag lol)

four seasons (m)

➾ 2k

➾ warnings: sex toys, fingering, double penetration (??), creampie

➾ prompt from anon:  jimin. bullet vibrator. orgasm denial. overstimulation. jimin entering with it still inside.

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euphoria | M

PAIRING | jimin x reader x jungkook

GENRE | smut galore, some fluff, college!AU

WARNING | d/s undertones, M/F/M with MxM at points, double penetration, oral sex, deep throating, fingering, creampie, sloppy seconds, come eating, unprotected sex, basically PWP…

WORD C. | 8,876

A/N | i didn’t think i would ever write such a detailed threesome, but here we are! i love miss addie, @chinnychimchim, so i dedicate this fic to her because she has been supporting me through the whole process of writing it! i hope you guys enjoy, and have fun!

FOUR YEARS AGO

Neon lights dance across bare skin, acid greens and hot pinks playing with the eye as deafening music plays over and over on the dance floor, pulsating beat consuming every movement as if a heartbeat of its own.

Alcohol runs down your throat like water at this point, the atmosphere a little more hazy and blurry than it was twenty minutes ago—or was it two hours? You don’t remember, and at this point, you don’t really care.

Finals week is over, the accumulated stress and lack of sleep but a faint memory, swept away by tequila shots and colorful pills that makes creepy guys and expensive liquor more bearable to endure. Your mind is buzzing with euphoria, fingertips tingling with energy as the song reaches its peak, the beat drop creating a world of its own inside of your body as you let it carry your limbs, not a care in the world as you close your eyes and feel it.

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