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Angel’s Share

—there is no plot in this. it’s literally just smut. idk what to say tbh.

—dom!reader/sub!aether, top!reader/bottom!reader, gn!reader/ftm!aether | reader penetrates aether but nothing is specified, aether uses amab terms + mentions of his tcock | public sex ft. kaeya, rosaria, diluc , overstimulation, vibrator, handjob (kaeya!receiving), blowjob (rosaria!receiving), implied fivesome at the end, squirting

It’s a tense scene. The tavern is silent, the patrons had already left and the only thing Aether hears is his deep breathing and the loud thumping in his own chest.

His pants are sitting lower than they should be, barely holding on to his knees as his thighs are spread apart out of his own volition. Your hands are holding onto his arms keeping him still despite the faint trembling of his body.

There’s a gentle chuckle on his left side and his eyes immediately focus on the Cavalry Captain who’s holding a Death After Noon, his attention all on his drink that Diluc had just served.

It’s the only noise that cuts through the silence even if there are five people currently inside of Angel’s Share. Never has that name ever been more ironic.

“I thought you were closing, Master Diluc.” Aether hears directly from his right ear, your breath slightly tickling his neck.

From the way he’s positioned, it’s Diluc who gets the whole show. Almost as if you’re doing it to push the redhead into joining this mess. He blushes as he makes eye contact with the Darknight Hero, but quickly regrets it when Aether feels your hand travel from the center of his chest to where he’s most sensitive.

He hastily whines out your name, embarrassed at how loud he did that. Though he didn’t miss the way Diluc’s mouth gaped before closing it just as quickly as he wasn’t expecting that to come out of the Honorary Knight.

And just like that, he falls.

“Don’t make a mess,” He says nonchalantly, but it’s clear that there’s more to his words as he keeps looking at him, clearly fantasizing.

It’s hard not to with how he looks right now, like an Angel who was blessing everyone with his presence.

Does that mean you were his God, then?

Your hand continues to go lower, moving towards his knees and dropping his pants completely on the floor. He’s wondering if he should remove his boots as well, but his question remains stuck in his head when he notices you nibbling on his neck and leaving very visible marks that he has no doubts will bruise.

He knows how much he’s already soaking. He shouldn’t be, considering what you’re doing is so minimal. However, he can’t help it. The premise of being stared at while you’re preparing to fuck him dumb has him going insane.

“He’s quiet.” Rosaria finally speaks, facing him as her hand lays on the bar counter.

“He’s just a bit shy. He’ll be louder than the cathedral’s bell soon, I tell you.” You say.

Aether wants to argue with that but when he feels your fingers rubbing his slit, he stops to moan instead.

“See? So desperate, I haven’t inserted a finger yet and you’re dripping.” He flushes red, not knowing where to look. There are eyes in every direction, all watching him intently. He knows that once you say the word, they’ll eat him up like prey.

“Come on, Angel. Lean back a little, show them how turned on you are from being watched.”

Aether looks at you in desperation, pleading you to take your order back. It’s too humiliating, and yet he knows how right you are.

He follows your words, wanting to close his thighs. However, the moment he does, he writhes at the pinching of your nails.

“Keep them open, I won’t ask again.”

He shakily nods his head, spreading his legs even further than they were before. A “good boy” leaves your lips and he immediately smittens at the praise.

Your fingers scissor him open, and wet squelching is audibly heard by how quiet it is inside the tavern.

“Look at how pretty he stretches.”

The Cavalry Captain wants to make a joke to lighten the mood but finds it unbelievably hard to do so with how perfect your words are. His hole presents a gorgeous shade, your fingers being covered with his juices while he quivers from your penetration, along with the fact everyone can see how needy he is.

“Pretty.” Kaeya states.

Rosaria nods her head along with this and all attention is on the silent bartender who seems to be shifting quite a bit.

“Look at that, everyone thinks you’re a pretty boy. Even Master Diluc is silenced. What do you say to them?” You question him, continuing to plunge your fingers inside without even giving him a break.

“Hnn…T-Thank you.”

“You’re being very obedient today, Aether.” You point out.

He nods meekly. He doesn’t know if he can ever step into Angel’s Share without being reminded of today’s events.

“Is this how I get you to behave? Should I fuck you inside of the cathedral next time? What do you think, Sister?”

Rosaria laughs. “You’re awful. The poor traveler’s already so embarrassed.”

“Don't act as if you don’t like it, maybe you should get a better skirt in the meantime.” Kaeya jests, noticing the bulging shape from Rosaria’s lower half.

She kicks Kaeya’s leg, earning an “ow” from him. “I’m not denying it all, Kaeya. Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for our bartender instead.”

They look at Diluc whose cheeks are tinted slightly.

“Don’t include me in your petty conversations.” He says, although it’s easy to tell that he’s also enjoying this whole thing. Even more so if you look behind the counter to see how much his cock is pressing against his pants.

“It doesn’t hurt to be a little honest sometimes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He denies it again.

“Everyone can tell you’ve been cleaning the same glass for minutes now. So yes, we can—”

“Ahh!”

A loud noise erupts from Aether, silencing the argument in an instant

His entire body is shaking as he takes you inside of him, filling him to the brim. His legs are wanting to so badly hide it with how he takes you in.

It’s so loud. Gods, he’s so loud.

He struggles to keep his lips shut, a whimper coming out every few seconds while you continue to hold his waist and use him as your sleeve in front of everybody. That same damn waist that he likes to show off like the slut he is.

Your name leaves his mouth as he starts to sob now, feeling you press so deep inside of him and stretching him entirely for your needs.

His tdick is incredibly swollen, incredibly starved from how it hasn’t been paid any attention to at all even when you were fingering him.The only pressure it’s receiving is the slight vibration that goes through it whenever you thrust him on top of you with your assistance.

He wants more, to grind his dick against something, anything to relieve that itch.

“Look at our audience, Aether. You’re performing, aren’t you?”

He hesitates in doing so, obviously distracted by how you’re using his body for your own entertainment, stretching him out and purposely going slow so they can see how his face is a mess when you make sure that everything is inside before lifting him up again as if he barely weighs anything and making his hole clench on nothing but the tip pressing on his entrance, ready to fill him up again without any warning.

“Come on, tell them how you feel.”

He screams as you keep doing that again and again, breaking his mind and slowly getting closer to cumming.

“Mmn…F-Feels good!” He stammers out, holding tightly onto your legs.

He’s so close and he doesn’t know what to do. He wants to cum so badly, he’s been wanting that since earlier. However, there’s also the fact that he has to cum in front of everybody and he doesn’t know if he can take that. He already has to live with the fact you’re doing this and showing off how he becomes so submissive when it comes to you.

He shivers on your lap, thighs shaking while you continue your hold on him. Aether stutters out your name, he knows he doesn’t have a choice. He can’t delay the inevitable.

“P-Please…” Aether begs despite not knowing what for.

“Hm?”

“My cock…” He says.

Ah, but your hands are already busy from holding onto him. If only there was a way to help your partner out.

“Your cock? What baby, you need it to be touched?”

Aether pleads, holding onto your tighter.

“I see. So you won’t mind a bit of audience participation then, right?”

“W-What?”

Rosaria’s the first to understand what you mean and steps up. Aether hears her heels clacking on the floor and freezes.

“I—Wait!”

His mouth falls into a silent cry when Rosaria’s glove glides over his cock. Her nails are sharp, the metallic part of the glove pointing on his skin. If he moves too much, he could get hurt. So, he tries not to.

Unfortunately, that’s easier said than done. Her fingers are cold against his dick and he wants to move away, already shifting in his seat.

Aether hears you tut. “You’re being helped out and now you’re shying away?”

“C-Can’t…Please.” He asks you.

You tilt your head to the side slightly. He looks adorable pleading, taking back his own words.

“Why? Do you not like how it feels?”

His mouth stays shut. It’s far from it, actually.

“Gonna cum…”

“Is that a problem?” You push deeper inside his body and he shakes his head “No”, his insides getting so sensitive with how rough you’re treating him.

Aether’s legs were ready to shut close from the way Rosaria is playing with him but he detects another set of coldness from the hand placed on his left thigh, Kaeya coming closer to him.

He cums from that, squirting easily onto the sister’s fingers and soaking her glove.

He tears out even more from the embarrassment, they’re so close to him. He doesn’t know what to do. He’s being eyed like he’s a piece of meat.

“Slut.”

Your whisper in his ear sends him into a soft whine. He wants to say sorry, to apologize that he didn’t cum from you instead. The whole situation was just too overwhelming for him.

“I didn’t mean to...” He says.

“Really?”

“I won’t do it again! P-Please make me cum! Please, please. I only want to cum from you!” He begs loudly unlike the quiet traveler from when you were stripping him down earlier.

The others glance at you, wondering how you’ll proceed. They obviously want you to continue, wanting to see more of this attitude from the traveler, maybe even hoping that you’ll let them take a bite of Aether.

Aether’s no longer sitting on top of you. In fact, everyone’s position is a lot different.

He’s bent over the counter, moaning and gasping with every thrust you give him, his legs struggling to hold himself up. “Ngh—Haah!”

He doesn’t know how much he’s orgasmed from you, it’s getting hard to think clearly as you won’t give him a break even if he cumming, continuing to penetrate him.

Another thing that’s different is how he’s not the only one making noise anymore. Besides your grunts, there’s also Kaeya who’s just as loud with how Aether’s hand strokes him up and down.

Rosaria’s moans are heavenly too, perhaps this is the only moment you’ll ever hear her sing in a way. She uses Aether’s mouth as if it isn’t even one, choking the traveler from her size.

You know Aether likes being used like this, and so you indulge in it, seeing him get wrecked despite the possessiveness you bear. As long as he only cums from you, as long as you’re the only one who gets to be directly inside of him.

The redhead stands there, watching this all happen.

“You’re missing out.” You say.

You know he wants to join in. He’s flushed heavily and his cock is twitching from the slutty noises that Aether is making.

He watches you pull out an object out of nowhere and press it onto Aether’s dick. It vibrates intensely and Aether shrieks, absolutely overstimulated by everything.

“Ahh!—No! ‘m c-cumming again—I just!” Most of Aether’s words come out as incoherent but it doesn’t take away from what he’s feeling right now.

His cum drips out onto the wooden floor, it keeps coming and coming, and eventually makes a puddle beneath his legs. “Mmmh—C-Can’t stop!—S-Sorry, M—Diluc!”

Diluc can barely hold on, his mind being hypnotized by what he’d just seen and heard.

“Look at that baby, you’re so good…A good slut for everybody, yeah?”

Aether mewls, nodding his head for you and crying even more when he feels the vibrations starting up again.

Well, the traveler had always preferred four members in his party anyways.

#🐄.reblog!#TRANSFEM ROSARIA?!??#BITES LIP

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lustleechez · 1 year

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If only inflamed and itchy tonsils were super hot

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lustleechez · 1 year

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NEW PRODUCT LOADING; CONTENTS AHEAD; genshin impact, sub!kaveh x dom!reader, gn!reader, degradation, name calling, brat taming, nipple play, usage of "puppy" as a petname, untouched orgasm, dacryphilia, finger sucking. wc: 2459 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT PAYMENT PLANS ENJOY.

Kaveh was a master at getting on your nerves in ways you didn’t even think was possible. He was a talented architect and had a mind that could create the most wondrous ideas in mere seconds, but that same mind also created an art out of pushing every single button of yours until you eventually stormed out of your shared workspace. Over time you realized that your reaction to his antics was something he enjoyed, and it got under your skin even more that he was enjoying taunting you. It was far past time for this behavior to change, and with the ever-growing tension between the two of you, the answer on how it would be solved was obvious.

The day started as a normal work day for you and the architect, scraps of paper tossed around the idea with abandoned ideas displayed on them. Though most of the scraps were from you, Kaveh never abandoned an idea as quickly as you did. He’d always work them through and perfect them in the amount of time it took for you to draw just a few lines on your own papers. It was aggravating how good he was at his job, but clearly he had some faith in your abilities if he was willing to take you onto his team and let you assist with his work. Word had spread not long after your hire that he had never trusted anyone with this position before.

“You’d get some actual work done if you’d quit staring at me like a lost puppy.” Kaveh broke the silence between the two of you, his voice laced with sarcasm that nearly made your blood boil in an instant.

You knew he didn’t deserve any response from you, but it was almost a habit by now for you to respond to his jabs with a roll of your eyes and a muffled groan. His chuckle in response made you tighten your grip on the pencil in your hand, jaw clenching while you took a few deep breaths to stabilize yourself for the moment. You had plans that were sure to perfectly unfold this evening, jumping straight into it wouldn’t sort him out like you wanted to do in the end.

“Maybe if the sound of your breathing wasn’t so aggravating, I’d have a more peaceful place to work.” Two could play at Kaveh’s game, as always. You could stand your ground and push his buttons back.

You obviously didn’t hear the scrape of his chair against the floor of your studio, the slap of his hands against your desk caused you to jump in your chair. An unexpected thing for Kaveh to do, but you could still work with it. All you had to do was pretend that you didn’t even notice that he was in your space; if there’s one thing you knew, Kaveh hated being ignored. Kaveh leaning down closer to you was your alert that it had worked, continuing on with your sketches for just a few minutes more was sure to completely break him and give you the chance to put your plan into action.

“Can you look at me when I am trying to address you?” Kaveh spoke with that same authoritarian tone that you hated, but for once it didn’t get under your skin since you knew how quickly it would be gone and replaced with something far different.

Your hand was quick in grabbing the barely non-existent collar of his shirt, tugging him down even further until he was at eye level with you. His wide eyes filled with surprise at your sudden aggression had you smiling, tilting your head to the side to feign innocence at what could possibly be putting that doe-eyed look on his face. This is how you knew your plan was about to be put into full swing, even through the doe-eyed look there was a hint of lust behind it. It seems like you weren’t wrong in the idea that Kaveh might enjoy being bossed around just a little bit, now it was your turn to find out just how much he could possibly enjoy it.

“Do you really think you’re in the position to talk to me like that, Kaveh?” You questioned him, moving your hand from the collar of his shirt to gently grip at his jaw, tilting his head up more since it had dropped to bring back the eye contact you wanted with him.

“I – well, yes… I am your superior.” His voice is hesitant, choking on his words as your thumb traces the outline of his jaw.

“You are also the one who is pathetically hard just from someone pushing you around just a little bit.” You scoff, feigning disgust with Kaveh though deep in your mind you’re thinking about all the things you plan on doing with him.

The range of emotions on Kaveh’s face as he processed your words nearly showed his entire thought process. You could see the initial surprise on his features that quickly turned into a concerned look which faded into a look of desperation that you had no idea you had been craving to see on him. You never had cruel intentions with Kaveh in the first place, you just wanted to put him in his place a little bit to give him a taste of his own medicine. But seeing him get hard from being talked down to and pushed around sparked something inside of you.

“What’s wrong, Kaveh? I thought you were suited to talk down to me?” Now you were pushing him even more, using every thought that came to your mind to break down his ego more and more.

Your hand was back on the collar of his shirt, using your grip on the thin material to tug him and guide him into standing in front of you. Clearly he didn’t get the hint with the nod of your head towards the ground for him to kneel before you, so you had to do all the work for him. Both of your hands were placed on his shoulders, using your full strength to push him down onto his knees on the ground. Kaveh didn’t even need guidance to keep his eyes on you, almost like he was a trained puppy for you already.

“You’re being so obedient now, aren’t you? You enjoy this. You pretend to be someone high and mighty, but deep down you’re just a filthy little whore who likes being put in his place.” As you spoke, the tip of your shoe trailed up and down the inside of his thighs, nudging his legs apart to tighten the crotch of his pants about his already strained cock.

“That – that isn’t true…” His voice is breathy when he speaks, his gaze dropping from yours just for a second out of embarrassment of his blatant lie.

“Kaveh, if you’re going to lie to me you might as well make it an interesting lie,” you nudge the bulge in his pants with the tip of your shoe, smiling when he whimpers from the small touch, “I don’t think you’d be reacting like that if it wasn’t the truth, puppy.”

He hangs his head down, partially in shame mixed with embarrassment over how aroused he got just from the little you have done. But Kaveh not looking at you won’t slide, not if he wants to get any satisfaction out of this. Not like you planned to give him any, anyways. Part of the idea was to humble him – not purposely make him cum.

Your foot raises from just below his waist, pressing the top of your shoe against the underside of his chin to lift his head back up, arms crossing your chest as you wait for him to quit blinking to look you in the eyes. You thought to yourself how pathetic he looked like this, stalling little by little just to keep himself from making eye contact with you.

“Speak, puppy.” You demand, the side of your shoe now tapping against his cheek.

Of course, he doesn’t listen. He hasn’t been fully trained by you just yet. Now is your chance to really get under his skin and have him completely wrapped around your fingers. You place your leg between his legs, nudging at the inside of his thigh impatiently.

“If you’re so desperate to get yourself off, then I can trust you are capable of doing it yourself, hm?” This time he kept his eye contact with you, quickly nodding in response like the good boy you knew he could be.

There was no hesitation in Kaveh’s actions, he was quick to perching himself perfectly on your leg, whines and whimpers falling past his lips as he started rutting against your leg. He looked so pretty like this, it was such a shame that you weren’t going to let him continue. It was a sight to behold to see the famed architect reduced to nothing but a dog in heat when faced with someone who put him in his place.

“Look at you, Kaveh…” you tsked, humming softly before you spoke again, “you’re so eager to get yourself off that it makes you look pathetic. Someone treats you how you treat them and you’re just reduced to a filthy little whore.”

You pulled your leg away from him, his head snapping up to look up at you with wide and desperate eyes. You could see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes, and it just made it even better that he had been denied what he craved and was going to cry over it. There was only one thought in your mind at this time, you were going to make sure he knew that you were denying him the orgasm he so badly needed just because of how much of a brat he has been to you for the past few weeks.

“Please!” He gasped out quickly, his bottom lip quivering as he bit down on it, clearly an attempt to keep himself from actually crying.

You leaned down to get close to him, your face inches away from his own. Being this close made you aware of how dilated his pupils were while he looked at you, and it just made him look even more desirable at the moment. You pressed your thumb against his bottom lip, pushing the pad of your thumb past his lips until he welcomed the digit into his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered as he closed his eyes, hums vibrating around your finger while his tongue lapped at the thumb placed in his mouth.

“You think playing cute is going to make me have pity on you?” You spat out your words, removing your thumb out of his mouth, watching the trail of spit that was connected to your thumb and his lip eventually break and drip onto his chin.

Now that your fingers were wet, you needed a place to dry them off. You didn’t want to dirty your clothes, which meant the next best thing was drying your fingers off by wiping your thumb across Kaveh’s cheek. A noise of disgust came from him, but you just matched it with a laugh and shrugged your shoulders at him.

“Can I… please, something.” His voice was merely a whisper, a pathetic attempt at asking you for something that he wasn’t going to get anyways.

There was one benefit to Kaveh wearing such a revealing and open shirt that you hadn’t noticed yet until it dawned upon you that when his shirt slid off his shoulders, his perky nipples were nearly fully on display for you. Now that you were aware, you made quick work of reaching down to his chest to push his shirt off his shoulders even more.

“Such pretty nipples for such a dirty little thing” You hummed out, nails tracing circles around the tender flesh of his nipple.

“Don’t – ah – don’t do that.” Through the whines and moans as you pinched his flesh between your fingers, you knew that he meant the opposite. He just didn’t want you to see how he would react to his nipples being toyed with.

There was no way you weren’t going to do that, really. Especially after he had just told you not to. If Kaveh wasn’t aware, he wasn’t the one that had a hold on the situation right now. You were going to do what you wanted to do, and right now you wanted to play with him. He was practically rutting against the air every time you pinched his nipple, but you wanted to see just how far this would take him.

“You tell me no, but the way you are moaning like a whore tells me otherwise, Kaveh…” Every word was emphasized with another pinch to the reddened skin.

It was embarrassing for you to see how quickly the sounds he made increased over time with each touch, and it had to be even more embarrassing for him as you noticed the darkening of his pants suspiciously close to the crotch of the material.

“Oh, puppy, did you just cum from your nipples being toyed with?” Your hand dropped from his chest in seconds, a long, exaggerated sigh passing by your lips.

“I, ah,” he loudly cleared his throat, hanging his head down to avoid your gaze, “I’m sorry… just, it felt good.”

He looked desperate for more yet ashamed at the same time, and all you could do was smile down at him and watch him in awe. You were glad that he wasn’t looking at you since there was some sort of fondness in your gaze. You had thankfully prepped for this though, given you had a plan all along. Your bag was sitting next to your desk and you reached in, throwing a new pair of pants at him that were exactly his size.

“Go change. You don’t want people realizing that you’ve come in your pants at work just from something this insignificant.” While watching him out of the corner of your eyes, you returned to the work you had on your desk.

It took him a while to register what had happened, clearly, since he was still on his knees on the floor for a few minutes before he grabbed the pants and quickly got up off the floor. He was rushed to get to the bathroom and changed, but you couldn’t help but laugh at the way he held the pants in front of him while walking. You were hoping this would only teach him a lesson for just a little while – there were many other plans you had that included him being put in his place.

#🐄.reblog!#pretty blonde boys...#WHO R SUBS...#YUMMY #I cant spell oml

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lustleechez · 1 year

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I feel so bad, I posted that vampire reader x Malleus post then basically disappeared 💀

I still have a draft for it though! I'll probably re write it but idk if it should be nsfw or not

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lustleechez · 1 year

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MINORS DNI

Warnings: Very short, possible bad grammar, yandere Zhongli, Sagau + cult AU, reader is said to be immortal once, rushed end :']

Zhongli, despite what you think, is a jealous god. Therefore, it shouldn't come as a surprise that Zhongli, your most devoted follower, noticed your gaze slowly but surely slipping away from him. While he would never say he was jealous, he had devoted most of his life to you. He couldn't understand why you would change your focus to another person, especially if they're a mortal being. They could die by simply getting a tiny germ into a wound. Mortals were so fragile, so insignificant, so lacking in knowledge, and always needed direction and guidance. But him? He was the oldest god. He had over ten thousand years of knowledge and ingenuity. He was immortal, just like you, so you would never have to worry about losing him to the sin of death.

So it must have been something about his appearance, right?

Do you prefer blondes? Blue-nettes? White or grey hair? Short hair? His boring dark brown long hair was just hair, so he would gladly part ways with it. But maybe it was his clothing? A few pieces of cloth were nothing compared to your loving recognition, so he'd have no problem wearing bright or casual clothes. Do you dislike his way of expressing himself? It may be challenging and unnatural for him to change that, but it's for you, his god, his only reason for existence, the reward of the long, grueling battles.

Though, if you continued to put him aside, he wouldn't hesitate to take matters into his own hands. It won't be too difficult for him to make your new "favorites" doubt you if they were once his followers too. He would, however, make them disappear if they belong to another land. As said before, they are fragile, so it wouldn't be a problem. Of course he'll magically be there to be a shoulder to cry on after the death of your new "beloved", whose cold, lifeless body was discovered at the bottom of Dragonspine. He'll also make sure to be there to make tea for the both of you and listen to your hurt after Childe's eventual death, something he totally didn't help speed up.

#🐄.yandere!#🐄.GN! Reader #🐄.Genshin!#gn!reader #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #zhongli x reader #zhongli x gn!reader #zhongli x you #genshin impact sagau #cult au

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lustleechez · 1 year

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THAT FLOPPED SO BAD WOMP WOMP LMAO

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lustleechez · 2 years

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Diluc laying his head on your knee as you sit and run your fingers through his hair and call him your pretty boy>>>>

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lustleechez · 2 years

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MINORS DNI

Warnings: Yandere diluc, the most overused shit ever, use of god, you just being an asshole, grammatical errors and maybe spelling errors

If you ask Yandere Diluc for anything, he will take care of it within seconds. Would you like him to stop running dawn winery? He'll do it, even if it's hard. Do you want him to renounce his "Darknight Hero" title? Almost immediately, people begin to talk about how scared they are to be outside at night now that their hero is gone. Would you like him to kill someone, regardless of how innocent they are? He'll go do it, no questions asked. Do you want him to grind against your shoe like a dumb puppy? Regardless of how much he craves to be touched, he'll do it.

You're his god, the definition of perfection, everything he has ever needed in life. You are the light of his life, the only reason he didn't give up years ago. He would rather die than disobey you. Anyone who even as so kindly critiques you will pay a high price, no matter how close they are to Diluc and you. He will make no exceptions for anyone is insults his god, not even Jean could be spared of his wrath.

#technically #gn!reader #diluc x gender neutral reader #genshin impact #had writiers block #but m back babes😍#yandere diluc #yandere genshin impact

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lustleechez · 2 years

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How yall feel abt vampire reader x Malleus...

#x male reader smut #x male reader #twisted wonderland #reader will actually be male this time I fucking swear

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lustleechez · 2 years

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Tags!!

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lustleechez · 2 years

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Behind the Mask

How I imagine Capitano: face / body (check them, so you can understand some details)

-> reader is as tall if not taller than Capitano

Pt.3 - Pt.5

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤: ℂ𝕒𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕠 𝕩 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕀𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕚𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟𝕛𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤, 𝕓𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕒𝕘𝕖 (𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖), 𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕖-, 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕠𝕗 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟

-𝟞𝕜𝟛 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤-

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𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕠𝕣 & 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤 𝕕𝕟𝕚

The sky was already dark when you came back with your comrades, two of them were injured but the rest of you were fine. One of the mages was attacked by a ruin guardian, and one agent got injured by a certain traveller. But before you could defend your subordinates, he ran away with a strange look; you promise yourself that you won't forget his face. On the way back, you remembered that n°11 talked about someone similar physically, and because of this, you would be forced to make a report about what happened. Sometimes, you regret being a high-ranked agent.

The large building was standing in front of you, tall and intimidating. As you pushed the big double doors open, the cold walls of the building give you an almost warm welcome, telling you that you were home and safe. You shake your long black coat a bit, letting the leftover snow falls on the ground, suddenly feeling much lighter than earlier, sighing in contentment. Compared to most of the Harbingers, that wore white coats and black clothes, as a high-ranked agent you were wearing the opposite, black coat and white clothes. It was made for the subordinates to recognize each rank and know who they needed to greet or not, as they would only wear classic clothes themselves.

Sensing how everyone was tired, you order your comrades to have a rest now, as you were needed somewhere the next day. You watch them leave with a grateful smile and a nod, greeting their friends who were waiting for them or just directly going to their shared room. You replace your mask correctly with a sigh, heading to your room in silence, only greetings some familiar agents who recognized you.

Despite not being a Harbinger, you were well-known within the organization and fairly respected. You haven't been here for long, but managed to prove yourself rather quickly, and you did not regret the sacrifice you made to achieve this. As you were lost in your thoughts, you groan at the sudden sparkle of pain you feel in your arm, cursing under your breath as your white sleeve was turning red, knowing you needed to go see a certain doctor. With gritted teeth, you grip the wound to prevent more blood from flowing out as you take another corridor.

You walk until you find yourself in front of a cold metallic door, the sounds of metal clinking and slamming against a table made your ears hurt. You were envious of your agents being stitched up by normal nurses, while you and the other high-ranked along with the Harbingers were being treated by The Doctor. You knock at the door softly, waiting for the horrible sounds to stop before opening it, and you're immediately greeted by the glacial glare of this crazy guy. Before he could ask why you were here, you just raise your left arm showing off the bloody sleeve.

As you came here once or twice before, you were used to him and so, you just plop down on the free table, rolling up your sleeve in silence, too lazy to even think about pissing off Dottore. Thankfully, he would always leave a free table for his patient to sit down at, since nobody wanted to sit next to a corpse. The smell of blood was almost disgusting in this room, despite being used to it most of the time with how many people you took care of. Talking about disgusting things, an arm with rotting skin catches your attention, being placed on the other table beside you, the skin turned purple, and you could almost see some parasites crawling inside of it. As you were looking away, you shudder suddenly at the thing in your peripheral vision and crush the larva that was coming your way, leaving a splash and trail of blood behind. This guy really needs to clean his lab.

You hear Dottore chuckle, making fun of your reaction, and you send him a disgusted look while he was wheezing uncontrollably. That was it, until he feels something on his arm, another larva, and this time he wasn't laughing anymore. You snort at the look on his face and his glare was daring you to say something, so, you just send him an amused smile. You could feel the annoyance under his mask, only thanking him quietly as he starts to treat the wound and stitch the clean cut after a moment of silence. You are surprised when he doesn't grip your arm tightly like usual, just holding it up without putting you in an uncomfortable position. And you feel like passing out from shock when he questions how you got this cut almost being friendly, not knowing how to reply as the man rolls his eyes at your overdramatic reaction.

You more or less make small talk, and you learn a bit more about the current Harbingers, as the Doctor was complaining about some of them, you hear about someone that seemed a bit familiar, too familiar. You don't recognize the name itself but this “Capitano” description seemed really similar to one of your old friends that you lost contact with. And that's when the Doc mentions the helmet he is wearing, exactly the same as the one you made for your friend years ago, and you understand immediately who he is.

Quickly Dottore finished stitching up your wounds, and you left the laboratory shortly after, still thinking about the conversation you just had. You couldn't believe that one of the Harbingers could be an old friend of yours, someone that you have been close to before, really close to. You were both around the same age, and you spend years together, as teens and as adults. But you weren't only friends, years passed, and you started to get attracted to him as he started to think about you too, and you end up having a quite special relationship. You were still unsure if it was love or a simple physical attraction, but it did change the way you were perceiving the other.

Unfortunately, you got an offer for a job in Inazuma and you couldn't refuse, so you were forced to leave the country quickly. Sadly, you didn't manage to get a hold of your friend before leaving and so, you left a letter before taking a boat to Inazuma, excited to discover new things. Until now, you never heard of him again, leaving you disappointed but understanding why. Something inside you stirred awake, but you thought that it was better to stay away from him. You doubt he would be able to recognize you anyway, with all the new scars you gained and how you changed after the years, you weren't the same man as before. And there was no doubt that he really changed too, he wouldn't remember you anyway.

You finally reach the desired corridor, still lost in your thoughts, not really looking in front of you. You started to feel warm suddenly for no clear reason, perhaps it was the tiredness and blood loss making your body react, but it was burning up in a strange way. You stop in the middle of the corridor, feeling something or someone glaring straight up at you, and when you raised your head, you saw him.

He was as tall as before if not just a bit taller, as large as you, intimidating, and looking at you directly in the eyes. The helmet he was wearing, was the one that you made for him some years ago, some details were added at the top, but you could recognize your work with a simple glance. His long white coat looked heavy and was covering almost all of his body, nothing could help you confirm that it was him except for the helmet, but you knew. This feeling was too familiar to be mistaken, he was the one you missed for so long.

Your mind was screaming at you to go away, to continue walking as if you didn't know him, while your heart was beating erratically, old feelings coming back in full force. That's when you notice where he was standing, the all too familiar white door, your door. He was standing in between the door and you, making you unable to just walk away, or enter your room as if nothing happened. As you took a step back and his voice boomed against the walls instantly, your name being called without hesitation. You wanted to take another step back, but he looked ready to jump forward, ready to run after you without a second thought.

You stood there, looking at him as he looked right back at you. He was trembling a bit, it was almost unperceivable. If you didn't know better, you could think he was mad, shaking with rage, but he was not. Capitano was shocked, body tensed as the man he searched for everywhere for years and years, was standing in front of him calmly. The same beautiful man that he knew before, nothing changed about you, except for the scars adorning your skin, standing out with how light it was compared to your natural skin colour. He felt a sudden rage at your bloody sleeve and how tired you looked, a protective feeling coming back as he wanted to keep you close and well. His heart was beating quickly, his body heating up, and he just wanted to touch you. He needed to know if he wasn't hallucinating, if you were really here, with him. Not just his imagination playing with him and his heart again.

Your gaze never left him, and you both unconsciously stepped closer, almost drawn toward the other. You stood in front of each other, face to face, upper bodies touching as you stare at the black void of his mask, managing to discern his facial features. You can feel him grow soft as he observes you in silence, he raises his hand, his glove bringing a chill up your spine as he rubs your jaw gently, almost lovingly.

His hold on your face was strong, and you can't help but remember your last meeting, as you wrap your hand around his waist to bring him closer, sensing the surprise of Capitano as he gets a flashback on what happened more than 5 years ago. If he could, he would cry, but he kept himself from doing so, just enjoying the contact without a word. Compared to anybody else, he couldn't kiss you and so, ended up nuzzling his mask into your neck, his tongue appearing from the void to leave a wet mark on your skin.

You stood there for some minutes, bodies pressed together, the warmth from your embrace calming down the Harbinger and bringing back memories. Capitano let go as he motioned with a movement of his head to your door, but as you were going to head to the room, you hear some voices getting closer and closer. You both step back, standing 2 meters away from each other, and you watch Capitano leaving, ignoring the subordinates that were greeting you, and calling your name. You catch his disappointed gaze as he walked away, hands clenched as he was frustrated by the outcome of this meeting.

The next days, you were focused on working, and you got dumped on so many missions for you and your team that you had no break. Without knowing it, you kept missing Capitano by only some minutes or something kept you from meeting him every time. When he tried to talk to you the next day, you had already left your room 10 minutes before, the same night, you got another mission and were forced to sleep in a camp outside. When you passed by the other in the corridor, he was with another Harbinger while you were with some subordinates, making you unable to exchange any words.

And it has been the same for the next following days, you were annoyed and a bit frustrated while Capitano was really losing his patience. He just wanted to grab your arm whenever you were close and lead you away, so you could really talk. Because you perhaps forgot about him, lost your feelings, but he did not. He could never forget the one that made him this helmet, the one who helped him to continue to live and made him become who he was today. Despite his face, you stayed by his side, until that day when you left, leaving only a letter and that helmet behind.

Finally, after some days, you lost patience too, and when you got another mission, you left the room, asking for another high-ranked to be designed as the leader for the day instead of you. Your agents chuckled at your impatience, knowing what was happening, and didn't say anything about the way you disappeared through the door, not even waiting for an answer, exchanging knowing smiles. As you almost ran to your room, you saw him, waiting there. The atmosphere around him was tense as he almost punched the wall with frustration. He was ready to leave and as he turned around, walking forward, he saw you and stopped moving immediately.

And before you know it, Capitano moved quickly, heavy steps making so much noise while he gripped your hand, dragging you to your room, urging you to open it. And as you slammed the door closed behind you, he was pressing himself against you, tugging your coat off as he gripped your shoulders. You did not have the time to think before a long tongue entered your mouth and was sliding down your throat, making you unable to breathe as you choke on it.

You grabbed Capitano's neck, tightening your grip around it, forcing him to retract his tongue and let you inhale some air. He groaned and grasped your arm, holding it for support as he tries to push you against the wall. You were both acting as if it was a fight, gripping each other's throats, trying to pin the other's hands somewhere, grabbing clothes to tug the other forward, almost ripping the clothes. None wanted to give up on their control.

By the end of that match, Capitano was pinned against the wall, hands behind his back as you grabbed a small rope to tie them together. His long hair was dishevelled, his coat has been discarded, his tight top was almost ripped in two, and his belt was nowhere to be found. Despite the raging fight, he still managed to take off your coat and top, leaving your pants on and without any second thought, you kicked off your shoes, the man in front of you doing the same.

As you were going to get closer, that's when it hits you, his helmet. You freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do as you heard that nobody here ever saw Capitano without his helmet but then, he called out your name, telling you to take it off.

“If it's you… It's alright.”

You were the one who made it for him, you were the one that saw him without it years ago, and so, he trusted you. How surprising it was, especially coming from a Harbinger, and especially someone that was known for not paying attention to those weaker than him.

You looked at him, waiting for a nod before placing your hands on each side of the helmet, moving it forward and up slowly to make sure you would not hit his face. And then, you saw his scarred face, but especially his mouth again, that was unforgettable. The exposed white teeth and gums, the melting skin around the jaw, the abnormal long and almost slimy tongue, everything could belong to a horror story.

Capitano was looking at your eyes in silence, seeing every emotion dancing in your eyes, and that's when he remembered something that he said a long time ago, after you saw his face for the first time.

“I already shared… all the kisses I could ever give.”

What a monstrous price to not be able to die, but be given an irreparable skin. Each cut, small or big, could never disappear, staying on his body forever, haunting his mind. Capitano could feel the ragged torn flesh of his face burn under your gaze, as he was going to say something, you just moved forward, placing delicately your lips on the corner of what should be his lips.

He froze on the spot, his heart beating loudly in his chest, he was unable to process what just happened. The feeling of something soft pressing against his monstrous face, the understanding behind this action, he hides his face in your neck. Something cold and wet hits your skin as Capitano trembles in your hold. You stay there for some long minutes, just hugging him tightly as he refused to let go of you.

As he calmed down, he looked up, your face only centimetres away from his, your warm breath fanning over his mouth, sending a strange feeling on his flesh and exposed teeth. And with a chuckle, you did this action again, the one that warmed up his heart but also body, and the urge to have you again was burning inside his soul.

From one single glance, you both understood that you wanted the same thing, excitement made both of you shiver, bodies reacting to simple eye contact. With a smirk, you grabbed Capitano's arm, hands still tied behind his back and threw him onto the bed, watching him struggle to sit up. Standing in front of him, you take off your opera gloves, and your harness and unbuttoned your pants just in front of the lustful man.

Capitano licked his teeth as he was enjoying the almost strip tease, eyes darkening as his pants felt tighter by the second. His whole body tensed as he just wanted to get up, but your merciless glare stuck him in place. He felt hopeless, just being trapped by a predator when he was supposed to be the one leading. And finally, you stepped closer, his legs bounced with excitement, trembling with excitation as he needed anything you could give him.

Your hand held his jaw, raising his head as you offer him a mocking smile.

“Good job, you did not move, my dear.”

Capitano could feel his cheeks burn in embarrassment, but something stirred awake in his stomach as he craved more. Your eyes light up at his desperate expression, moving to your closet to take out a black rope, playing with it in between your fingers as you send him a knowing smile. Without thinking, Capitano sat up correctly, straightening his back as he felt the rope holding his hands together falling on the bed, before being immediately replaced by this new one.

The black rope making stands out his tawny brown skin along with the lighter scars littering his body. Your gaze flittered from scar to scar, the dry and colder marks running like cracks on a statue, all over his gorgeous body. You wrapped the rope up to his shoulders, before moving to the front of his body, making his chest stand out, following the curves. And then, you made it hug his thighs and crotch just after taking off his pants and underwear. He looked amazing, and you can't help but let your hand graze his side, pressing some sensitive spots as he groaned in between his clenched teeth.

Without a word, you gripped his thighs, picking him up before sitting down on his previous spot and placing him on your lap. Capitano flinched at the position since it has been so long since he got touched or even been so close to someone. He was glad that it was you with him here. As you left kisses down his jaw to his neck, sucking on some spots, you pressed three of your fingers against his tongue. The way it was wrapping around them, almost going to your wrist was hypnotizing. The strange sensation sent an odd feeling through your body, immediately thinking about what others things this tongue could do.

Your head moves lower, biting his chest, leaving bleeding marks and purple spots. Drool started to slide down your arms as you stop playing with his tongue, you let the tip of your fingers trail down the middle of his back, forcing him to unconsciously arch it under the cold but enjoyable sensation. The touch was so light and gentle that he had to hold back another shiver, unable to control his reactions completely. The way you were treating him sent his stomach fluttering, heat rolling down his entire body.

With your free hand, you moved his body so he was sitting on one of your thighs only, pushing his hips gently so he could start to hump your leg. His breath became ragged at the sudden spike of pleasure, jaw going slack as he starts to let out more noises, too sensitive to your touches. You would randomly tense your muscle, watching his hips jerk up as he could not even use his hands to find some kind of support. Capitano was only able to let his forehead rest on your shoulder while moving his hips at a fast pace. He was pushing his hips forward for another kind of contact, begging with his body, he needed your hand, he needed more.

The fast pace got even faster, drool falling onto your shoulder as he couldn't even think about closing his teeth or swallowing. He felt at your mercy, your dominance making his body shake under the excitation, especially when he was tied up and couldn't move an inch. Warm spread through Capitano's core, feeling the high coming until everything came to a halt suddenly.

A deep moan followed by soft pants filled the room, Capitano began to shake and squirm as your index entered him, slow and torturous, an obscene moan leaving his mouth at the sensation. His body swallowed it greedily, almost begging for the second and the third, surprising you in the process. And with a soft but strong grip, you made him move his hips again, leaving his twitching cock to rub against your skin, almost drenched in his precum now, while you play with his insides with your finger.

As you push another on in, you watch him arch his back, chest colliding against yours as he pants into your ear. His nails dug into his palms as he releases a shaky breath, body quivering and legs tensing as the pleasure brought him higher and higher. Despite the roughness of your movements, he felt his heart beat erratically as your mouth worshipped his body.

He was high on the pleasure and emotions he was feeling, the shivers your fingers send up his back. But your mouth warming up his body and heart, your kisses on his neck as your hair tickles his shoulder a bit. When you get back up to litter kisses all over his face, even pressing longer kisses on the parts he hated, ignoring the odd texture as you make him feel accepted. He never had someone worship his body before as if he was your everything, not only worshipping his body but also his soul and heart.

As you moved to his torso, he couldn't help but arch his back more, almost to the point it could hurt as he tries to get closer to you. As your hair tickles his body, his mouth almost forms a smile as his head roll back leaving you all access to his body. He could feel the rope dig into his skin, but the rough friction only heighten his sensitivity, making him slowly lose his mind.

And that's when the third finger slid in, and you watched with satisfaction his cock twitch at the stronger stimulation, long and fat fingers rubbing against his most sensitive spots. He could feel your fingertips brush past this special spot, and it made him see stars, he could cry when you don't press against it, soft moans escaping his mouth. He couldn't do it anymore, he was receiving stimulation on every part of his body except his cock, twitching uselessly, hoping to catch your attention. You speed up the pace, watching as a crumble on top of you, the strong Harbinger, this infamous fighter whining for you and your touch.

He would not let himself beg verbally, but you saw it in the way he was looking at you, how he moved his hips against your crotch while trying to get your fingers out of him. You let out a chuckle, thrusting them in one last time, pressing against his prostate as he chokes on a moan, throwing his head back as his thighs quivered. You just had the time to place your hand on his lower back so he doesn't fall backwards. You take them out with a sinful wet squelch, leaning back while still holding Capitano's hips to take some condoms from the drawer.

The man on your lap was getting impatient, annoyed, he dipped his head down, tongue lolling out to trace an invisible line on your neck before biting down harshly, sharp teeth breaking the skin. Capitano almost moaned at the taste of your blood, teeth and torn flesh covered in the red fluid as he licked the mark clean. As he was going to bite you again, you squeeze his ass listening to the groan he lets out, legs suddenly spreading wider when finally noticed that you ripped the condom wrapper open and were putting it on your length.

That's when you lifted him up, bringing him closer until he hovered over your cock, waiting for his approval as you grit your teeth, the knot in your stomach was so tight you thought you could already cum on the spot. As you stopped your movement, keeping him perched over your body, he moaned, almost whining, waiting for you to put him down.

And before Capitano could complain, you slid inside of him, stretching his hole out more than he thought you would, making him think that 3 fingers weren't enough. You went inside slowly, watching attentively how he was reacting, body burning up as he throws his head back and his cock let a spurt of cum out. He could feel everything, and it was driving him crazy, from the thick veins on the sides, the curve, thickness and how it was forcing him open.

You were tempted to let him get used to your size, but the way he was clenching around you like a vice made you lift him up a bit before fucking into him instantly. Capitano couldn't do anything but take it, with his arms still tied, and his legs forced apart by the rope, he was obliged to moan and accept your punishing pace. The bed was jolting with the force of your thrusts, with your fingers digging into his skin, and one of your hands moving to his neck, Capitano was losing his mind.

He was feeling so full that his mind was getting blank as he struggles to stay conscious, trying to stay aware of what was around him. His muscles were screaming at him, his back was arching more and more, and he couldn't keep his mouth close, tongue lolling out. He wasn't trying to talk anymore, just accepting what you were giving him. Perhaps you were punishing him because he never sent you a letter, and the moment he thought about being punished, he felt a sharp pain in his ass.

You smirk at his shocked face, surely still feeling the throbbing pain of the slap as you rub his skin gently, easing the pain until you strike again. And this time, you started to speed up the pace at the same time, your torso pressed together, skin brushing with each thrust, heightening his sensitivity. You feel yourself twitch under the pleasure and then, Capitano clamped down around you, making you still for a second as you gasp for air.

Despite his sweaty face, and the hair sticking to his forehead, he sends you a victorious smirk almost daring you to do better. Your body was trembling when he hid his face in your neck, his teeth brushing past your pulse before biting down. All movement pauses as he marks your neck and shoulder, leaving what could be similar to wet kisses. You let him have his fun until he gets too distracted and makes you slide deeper inside him unintentionally, both of you groaning at the feeling.

You chuckle, grabbing his hips as you put him on his back, your forearms pressed into the mattress, as you hover over his body. Your face was beside his, and your mouth was next to his ear as you pant and groan, kissing his ear or whispering into it sometimes. And with a knowing smile, you start to move again, building up speed gradually as you go deeper and faster.

With his arms still behind his back, he could only grip the sheets under him as you hold his waist to make sure he doesn't move away. You can't help but admire his figure, the light passing through the window made his body glow and highlight the golden of his skin, along with the lighter scars and permanent cuts he had. His long black hair was framing his face as nothing was hiding it anymore. The view made you smile as you left a soft kiss on his temple before moving again.

Capitano spread his legs further apart, his inner thighs hurting and sending shocks through his body, but he did not care as he clamped down on you. He managed to wrap one of his legs around your waist as you hold his upper body tightly in place. Your satisfied groans now going right in his ear, as the sounds made him moan in return, body reacting to your voice. Every thrust was hitting inside him perfectly, the pace never slowing down even if he could feel your body tremble against his.

Your hips keep snapping forward, his brain going blank as all the sensations were overwhelming you. Capitano could feel you twitch inside of him, his stomach burning and turning as he was losing his mind, none of his words were intelligible anymore. You barely managed to comprehend that he was close, you only knew because of the way his body was tense, and how much precum his tip was letting out.

You were tempted to let him cum right now, right here, but a better idea emerged into your brain, and without a second thought, you started to chase after your own orgasm. Everything became blurry around you, sounds blending together when finally, the knot in your stomach snapped, and you came into the condom. But before Capitano could do too, your hand was at the base of his dick, holding it tightly so he could not reach his.

He lay there in shock, a tear sliding down his cheek as he was watching your sinful expression while he didn't even have the occasion to feel the same. He groaned his frustration, his brain still not functioning correctly as he whined and almost started to beg for you to let go. But you patiently waited for him to calm down, his body relaxing, and when he did, you pulled out. You threw the condom in the bin before putting on another, Capitano not being able to see what you were doing, he could only curse you out and beg at the same time.

“I promise, I'm going to…

Just take me, please… I want to cum-”

And before he could say anything else, you were back inside of him, pounding him roughly and without warning. His back lifted from the mattress, arching painfully as he moaned loudly, as loudly as his deep voice allowed him to. The sudden way his body tensed made the rope break and finally, he was able to touch you. His hands gripped your shoulders immediately, holding onto them for dear life as he gasped, unable to fill his lungs with air as it got knocked out of him.

With your knees firmly planted into the mattress, you let out all your frustration, ignoring the overstimulation weakening your body as you did everything to ravage Capitano. One of your hands wrapped around his cock again, your thumb playing with the slit of his head. The stimulation was too much, and his mind broke, his body was too weak to move anymore as he let you do everything. He was panting harshly, his throat dry and burning, eyes squeezed shut and mouth wide open.

Your cock rubbing inside of him, hitting his spot, the pace keeping him on the edge as he needs one more thing to be pushed over. His fingers dug into your back, long nails breaking the skin, and he grabbed your neck, tugging you forward to push his tongue inside your mouth. Capitano was clinging to you, his body trembling harshly as he felt like he was going to explode.

Your hand started to jerk him off, sliding his poor neglected cock until your warm hand, listening to his choked sounds as you used the same pace as your thrusts. You were both so close, nothing was coherent anymore around you, mind fuzzy as you go faster to chase after that feeling again. You got the hint that Capitano was close too and just used the rest of your strength to give him a grand final, as you push you both over the edge. The last thrusts merciless made you lose it, his body tensed up, arms and legs trembling as you came, head falling forward as you had no energy.

Capitano felt the warm fluid almost filling him up along with the way your head hit deeper than you ever did before, and he came. He saw black spots before his eyes rolled back, his jaw going slack as his back arched, legs closing around you forcefully while his body shook. The high hit him hard as he released over both of you, coating your stomachs and chests, so much going out that he thought it would never stop. Even after you pulled out, he was staying in that arched position, back not touching the mattress. And then, he flopped down, legs tensed as they were still spread apart, toes curled as his thighs shook as if he was still cumming.

You watched with fascination as he was still in this euphoric state, mind completely blank and not reacting. And for the first time in a long while, you were almost able to discern a big smile on his face, his eyes still unfocused and vibrating as they moved from side to side violently.

You waited for him to come back, your arms wrapped around his waist as you made him roll on top of you. You were kissing his neck softly when he whispered your name, voice hoarse as if he lost his voice. You saw his eyes widen at how he sounded before sending you a scary glare, making you laugh at him out loud. The way he started to hit you despite being tired only made your laughter become louder and more uncontrollable.

When you calmed down, he was still looking at you, this time a bit more softly as he wasn't even trying to leave your embrace. You stayed there without talking, understanding what the other meant without saying it. Still in silence, Capitano placed his head on your shoulder, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other was holding your nape. You both fell asleep that way, not disturbed by the lack of words but knowing more than before.

When you woke up the next day, Capitano was already getting dressed with a paper in his hand, reading his next mission. He sends you a soft look when he saw you getting out of your bed before getting dressed too, next to him. As you were both ready to leave, you send him a strange look as he hasn't put his helmet back on and was looking at you insistently. Without a word, he raised his hand, and tap the corner of his mouth with his finger twice, making you chuckle. You stepped closer, placing your lips there softly for a second before moving away, observing his satisfied expression before putting his helmet back on.

You left your room together, nodding at the other before going your way. During the day, it was difficult for you to keep your laughter in when you heard your agents talk about how the intimidating Harbinger wasn't talking recently. And if he did, his voice sounded strange compared to the strong booming voice he had usually. One of the mages send you a knowing smile, to which you only replied with a smirk. Your agents started to laugh hysterically until you told them that you needed to get back to work, but you could still hear them in the back giggling like teenagers, bringing a smile to your face.

When you came back from your mission, you were welcomed by a furious Harbinger. And as your agents were leaving the scene quickly and quietly, you stood there, knowing your evening wasn't going to end well.

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