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Improvise (Sebastian Michaelis x Kitten Play! Reader) 500 Followers Special

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Fandom: Black Butler/ Kuroshitsuji

Genre: Smutty smut smut

Rated: 18+

Warnings: Pet Play, Kitten Play, Collaring, Dirty Talk, Brat taming rough sex, pussy rubbing, fingering, fellatio, Praise Kink, 18+ content

Summary: If the Young Master won't allow Sebastian to have cats in the manor, then he will have to improvise, besides it's not like you hate it or anything~.

Admin Harmony: This one is for my Black Butler peeps out here! I hope you guys enjoy this as well! Thank you all for following me and liking my content! Everyone is so amazing I can't-

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The collar felt tight around your neck as your owner fastened it around you. You weren't exactly sure why but you didn't mind  being collared, especially if it is by Sebastian himself. You two have secretly been doing this for a week, ever since the Young Master  found all the cats that Sebastian hid in his room that day. Then once he had a discussion with Sebastian about his hoard of cats things changed drastically. The Young Master made it completely clear to him to never have cats again or there will be serious punishment. Of course, when Ciel orders something everyone will have to follow them especially Sebastian. 

Now Sebastian was at a stand-still. What could he do to fill the void of not having cats but not breaking the rules? Simple, he found the cutest girl that worked at the manor and made them a offer they couldn't refuse. It didn't help that you already had a huge crush on him and would do almost anything to please him. 

You flinched once he leaned forward to put the cute cat ears on you. You were hesitant about this offer,  you still weren't fully sure on how to play part as his cat but you wanted to make Sebastian happy and this was the only way that you could. 

"Now now now, no need to flinch, You're not truly a cat until I put on the ears." His silky smooth voice felt so calm even though there was a slight teasing tone to it. "S-sorry." You muttered, becoming more shy by just him being so close to you. He took a step back, staring at you with approval, he adored you even more, you look cuter now that you have a collar wrapped around your neck and cute kitty ears on. "You're so adorable, such a cute little kitten." Sebastian cooed, eyeing with adoration, You couldn't help but blush at his praise, what can you say just a little bit of it makes your heart beat so fast.

"On your knees, cats don't walk on two legs." He ordered you, watching as you slowly got down on your knees, looking up at him expectantly afterwards. Sebastian begins to circle you, taking in every detail of your outfit, or lack thereof since you were wearing nothing but a cute matching pair of black lace bra and panties. You were becoming more self-conscious and nervous, you were hoping that Sebastian liked what he saw. "I-is there anything wrong?" You stuttered out, the silence was getting too much. Sebastian tutted, giving you another verbal warning. "Cats don't talk, my dear. Do not speak out again or you will be punished, Is that clear, kitten?" You bit your lips, your face starting to turn pink from not only the nickname but his stern voice. You nodded your head, hoping this would suffice. "Good girl." He simply said, taking  a seat in his fancy reading chair, Once he sat down you began to crawl towards him until he verbally stopped you, "Stop, I didn't say for you to come over. You speak, and do anything only when I tell you. That's what good kittens do, do I make myself clear?" Sebastian glared down at you. You nodded frantically, "I-i'm sorry! I won't do that again! oops!" You yipped covering your hands over your mouth. Sebastian tutted again,waving his hands over, "Come over here." His voice sounded very annoyed, you broke one of the rules and you were scared but still a bit turned on. You then crawled over to him, afraid to make eye contact with him. He lifted you up into his lap so you could face him, making sure you stare into his eyes. "Didn't I say not to speak? Not to mention you will always look into my eyes, that's what good kittens do." "I'm sorry, I didn't- ah!" You yiped as Sebastian swatted your scantily clad tush. It hurt but you wouldn't say that it was a horrible feeling, quite the opposite. "Good kittens need to learn not to make mistakes, if you keep it up there will be worse consequences." He smacked your ass again, this time it felt nice, you felt your pussy clench at the pain he had given you. He continued to give a few more erotically pleasing slaps which made your pussy wetter with each spanking. Afterward, he slid his hand from your butt to your fabric covered lips. His gloved hands rubbing you sensually feeling your wetness seeping from your panties and on his white gloves. "My my you're such a naughty little cat, getting wet just by me punishing you." He rubbed his hand harder, adding more friction to your soaking  wet panties. You moaned out in pleasure, unintentionally rubbing yourself against Sebastian's hand. "Ah ah ah, Naughty kittens don't get to come before their masters." He removed his hand from under you, before giving you another sharp spank on your butt which caused you to moan out in pleasure.

 "Have you ever tried fellatio before?" Sebastian asked, You slowly shook your head no, everything was so new to you.  "Today will be your first time, kitten and if you do a good job then I will grant you a huge reward." Sebastian said, taking his thumb and teasing rubbing your chin with it.  You were now the same color as a  tomato, you couldn't believe that you were about to taste him. "Get on your knees, I'm sure you know what to do next. If not, I will guide you." You were still hesitant, but you at least had some idea on what to do. You begin to take your hands, unzipping his pants, watching Sebastian cock spring out through the hole of his dress pants. Your eyes widened at his length, you couldn't believe how pretty and thick his cock was and  this will be the first time you get to actually touch it. "Go on my pet, take a lick, caress it, do what you need to do to pleasure me." He ordered, his ruby red eyes watching you intently. You  lean forward, giving his length a tiny lick. Sebastian only chuckled at you, so innocent. He adored every part of it. "Take a couple minutes to touch, lick and suck because soon I am going to train you to take every inch of it." You looked up at him with shock, he was going to train you to take every huge inch of him, is that even possible?  You wanted to question him but you knew that the clock was ticking way and you only have a short amount of time to really get use to him. You begin to lick the base of cock all the way up to the tip, slowly licking it since you knew that it was the most sensitive part of cock when it comes to pleasure. You then took your dominant hand, grasping firmly and stroking it. You heard a slight gasp from Sebastian as his cock became hard. You could tell that you were doing something right, so you went from licking his tip to wrapping your lips around and sucking it hard enough. The longer you sucked on his cock you felt a bit of pre-cum leaking from the tip, you licked it up and swallowed gracefully. Sebastian begin to pat your head, physically praising you for taking him so well, "Keep going kitten, you're doing an amazing job. Make sure not to use your teeth." His praise made all of your self consciousness fly out of the window, You continued your movements faster and harder with more confidence, remembering what Sebastian had said. You were learning so well, Sebastian was glad that he had chose you as his kitten. You felt his cock getting hotter as you continued to use your mouth to satisfy him. He placed his hand inside your hair, trying his hardest to keep his composure. You could have sworn you could  hear panting coming from him. What you definitely feel was his cock pulsating in your mouth and hand, signaling that he was almost about to come. "I'm going to slowly push your head down so you can use your throat to take all of me. If you  ever feel uncomfortable, whine to let me know." Sebastian placed his hand on top of your head, slowly pushing you down his cock, it felt awkward feeling your throat slowly being filled by his length. "Make sure you breathe through your nose, you're doing so well, kitten." He was patient and encouraging, which made this whole experience much better. You slowly made all the way to the base of his cock by then his cock was rapidly pulsating and hot with need.  A few seconds later, once his whole cock was shoved down your throat his came right inside you, causing him to moan in pleasure, causing you to swallow every drop of come that was shoved down your throat. You took everything like a champ and Sebastian was very impressed by how well you did for him. Sebastian quietly pants removing his hand from your head so you can unlatch from him.  Once you did, you begin to pant as well. Once Sebastian's panting seized he smiled down at you, leaning forward to grasp your chin so you could look up at him, "You did a wonderful job, my pet. Now it is my turn to return the favor to you."  Your eyes widened, does he really mean…? 

"Lay on the bed for me." Sebastian ordered you. You did exactly as he said, laying right on top on of it. Sebastian then followed in pursuit, standing right inf ront of you, taking in your beautiful scantily clad form. "You look so beautiful in your lingerie." He begin to take off his gloves with his teeth, never taking his eyes off of you. He placed his hand over your clothed pussy, gently rubbing it in circles. You begin to pant some more, you felt very feverish enjoying Sebastian's erotic touch. You wanted to be touched so badly, every part of your body was so sensitive and him just by touching you like this was fulfilling it. "Are you enjoying this, kitten? You're so wet for me, I can't wait to feel every crevice of your sweet wet cunt." Sebastian darkly chuckled, hovering over you to pepper several light kisses from your neck all the down to your chest, licking and biting them as well. "S-sebastian….p-please.." You moaned out, which caused Sebastian to chuckle at you. "Open your pretty legs wider for me." You did exactly what he said, spreading wide so he could see every part of you. He moved his hands at an agonizingly slow pace to further tease you. "What did I say before? Cats don't speak. All  I want to hear is meows and mewls from you, no words. Do you understand?"  You nodded your head vigorously, hoping Sebastian would hurry up to further please you already. "You seem so eager to be pleased by me aren't you?" You begin to whine pathetically at him, nodding your head as well. He could only chuckle at your desperation. "I'll do all I can to please you since you have been such a good little kitty." He smirked at you before rubbing your wetness faster, making sure that his hand is coated with your arousal.  You begin to whimper pathetically while trying your hardest to hide all of your embarrassing sounds. Sebastian moved your panties to the side,  inserting  his fingers completely inside of you, curling them inside of you to make sure you hit your sweet spot. "Cats meow my dear, so make sure to mewl and cry just for me." He teased you, causing you to squirm under his touch. You begin to pant frantically, your body heating up from arousal. "Your cute little pussy is clenching around me, you're so good to me," He continued to praise you, slowly pumping his fingers in and out of you, your slickness slowly seeping from your heat and dripping down his hand. Your whimpers and cries of pleasure were audible now, your toes continue to curl as the erotic pain grew. You watched intently seeing you moan and pant was a treat to see, but he also wanted something else from you.

"Good kittens keep contact with their owners, make sure you look at me while I am pleasuring you." 

You whimpered loudly, your mind on overdrive, how could you focus on him while he made you feel this way? You weren't sure if you could really focus on him but you tried your best. Seeing his beautful eyes gazing at you was almost too much to handle but that was why Sebastian wanted you to look at him.  

"That's a good girl, keep looking at me."  He encouraged, pleasuring you with his skilled fingers. Then, right when you were almost at your peaked, his hand left from inside of you, feeling the emptness on them made you moan so loud, "Aw, is my pretty kitty upset that I stopped pleasuring her? Don't worry, I will I just have to have a little taste of you. It's only fair."  He couldn't take his eyes off of you as he begin to seductively lick his hands clean from your wetness, making sure you were watching every moment of it. "S-s-s…" You whined out loud, you were almost crying by now, whimpering loudly  with desperate need. 

"You poor thing, you really want me that bad? Then I must oblige and spoil my good little kitten." He swiftly flipped you over onto your stomach to where your pussy and ass was on display for him. He inserted himself inside of you, not waiting any longer for you to get used to his length, pumping himself in and out of you hard and fast, keeping up a rhythm, hitting your clit and G-spot perfectly. You were pretty sure by how rough he was your cat ears had fallen off somewhere on the bed but it didn't matter as each of your bodies had intertwined with each other. You screamed out in pleasure as his cock continued to abuse your pussy, he could have sworn you heard him growl, before slamming your whole body down on the bed, causing you to almost taste the sheets as you let Sebastian have his way with you. You didn't mind at all, since your screams and moans of pleasure were muffled. Until Sebastian roughly grabbed your hair lifting your head up, "Good kittens let's their master hear them meow while they breed them." He said in a teasing tone, causing you to gasp, your pussy clenching around his cock. You heard a few strings of grunts of pleasure from him,"That's good kitty clench around your master, good girl~." He praised you, as he continued to rail you ruthlessly while you screamed with pleasure.You felt him twitch inside of you,  signaling that he almost done using your pussy as his own personal fleshlight. His thrusts begins to become bit more sloppy, then once he was about to finihh inside of you he  grabbed you by the neck, keeping you in place as he filled you to the brim with cum. You came right after him, becoming so turned on by the feeling of his seed deep inside of you. You screamed out in pleasure as you were high as kit from your powerful orgasm, causing you to squirt all over Sebastian's flaccid cock. Sebastian could tsk at you,  taking himself from out of you. 

"What a naughty little kitty, you made such a mess all over me. I guess you will have to clean up the mess you made and I will have to train you to come when you're supposed to." 

You laid limp, except for your eyes which widened at Sebastian's statement. You were in for a wild ride but you had to admit you weren't mad at all.

Quite the opposite.

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𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒂𝒅𝒚 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝟑

(𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒔 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓)

⚠️MDNI. 18+ ADULTS ONLY⚠️

🎀Age in bio or blocked🎀

Rating: Mature

Category: F/M

Fandom: Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler

Relationship: Sebastian Michaelis/CielsCousin!Reader

Characters: Sebastian Michaelis; Reader

Summary: smut smut some more smut just smut scenes. all the smut.

Additional Tags: Fluff and Smut; Sex; Vaginal Sex; Eventual Smut; Neck Kissing; Kissing; Gentle Kissing; Surprise Kissing; Making Out; Implied Sexual Content; Phantomhive manor; Reader-Insert; Victorian

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 3: 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕭𝖚𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗; 𝕬𝖙 𝕸𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

“Sebastian!” you moan and he pumps his fingers in and out of you. His long digits feel their way inside you, rubbing against your squelching, gummy walls. You can’t help but gasp, feeling them curl inside you. 

His mouth is against the skin on the nape of your neck and you feel him smirk. His hand plays with your breast, pulling and teasing your already hard nipple. You’ve never even heard of these things being done to a woman. Lewd, degrading, but at the same time, it feels so good! 

When you had heard the older ladies gossip about these night-time, bedroom, activities, they always spoke of how it was such a chore, and how men would just do what they had to, leaving them feeling unsatisfied to the point of irritation. Sebastian was the antithesis of these stories. He gave pleasure instead of only seeking it himself. Constantly making sure he helped you feel good. 

“If demons are like this, then perhaps being tempted is not truly such a bad thing as the church states…” you thought to yourself, feeling yourself melt under his fingertips.

He releases his clamp on your skin with a loud ‘pop’, and he looks at you and smiles. “You’re being so patient and good for me, my lady.” There's a flash of white fangs and his voice is low in your ear, punctuated by the repeated wet sounds from your pussy. 

A shiver runs down your spine that has nothing to do with the fact that he is still playing with you down below. “Keep being so good for me, darling, and you will be rewarded,” he says and plants a kiss on your forehead. You nod. He lowers his head and pulls one of your nipples into his mouth. Your skin is like burning ice, and the heat of his devilish mouth burns like the flames of hell. Your body writhes. You move to his rhythm, following his unspoken orders. A pressure builds up, starting low in your abdomen and Sebastian hears his name whispered in near reverence as you clutch at the bed sheets. You can feel yourself reaching the precipice of this pleasure. The dam is about to break; the water will spill in a matter of moments; and suddenly Sebastian is gone. His fingers aren’t in you anymore.

You cry out in surprise and dismay. The lack of Sebastian’s touch makes you feel so empty. He chuckles. His lips come down on yours again. “Now now, I can’t let you finish up so early can I?” he tells you gently brushing his lips against yours. 

 He unbuttons his trousers and removes them with his underclothes and the rest of his clothes. His cock stands already hard and dripping precum. Leaning over you he kisses you between your breasts, then your stomach,  your navel travelling all the way down to your clit. He peppers kisses all over you while his cock hovers just outside your entrance, lightly brushing against it. You shiver in anticipation and stroke his hair.

“Sebastian,” you whine, “Please!” He chuckles again, darker this time. You close your eyes as you feel him enter you. You’ve had him before but only once. His size is still novel, you feel the painful stretch. Your hands find refuge in his hair as he continues to push in. 

Though he is gentle, you can't help but feel a few tears escape. Sebastian dips and licks them off your skin, savouring the salt. You are divine. Exquisite. He pins you down by the waist, effectively making sure he is the one to control the speed and force of his introduction. Your fingers are entangled in his hair; he growls when you pull at it, and bites down your collarbone. There is sure to be a mark there tomorrow morning but you don’t think about that, because Sebastian has now entered you to the hilt.

He stills, allowing you to adjust to his girth, “Is this okay?” You nod, raising your hips to encourage movement from his side. Understanding you, Sebastian now lowers his head down to kiss you softly before starting to move. There is a slight pain but a quick-blooming feeling of pleasure. Whatever he had built with his fingers had not disappeared completely, waking up again with a few thrusts. He moves his lips to your neck and you arch your back, feeling sharp teeth against your skin. He picks up the pace. Sebastian never fails to pay attention to details. His hands are all over you. Touching you, feeling you – as if he can’t get enough. He leaves a trail of fast-cooling wet kisses over your body. 

“Is this good for you?” he groans in your ear. 

“Yes! More, please!” You moan out breathily. You have been waiting for this for so long. 

His thrusts get harder, cock bullying your cunt. You cannot fathom what makes this man so attractive. He has you under his spell, as if knowing you for the longest time. A scholar, studying you intimately. With every touch, your body responds to him. Back arching, head thrown back. And then there was that knot inside you. The pressure that just keeps building each second. 

You drag your nails down his back, hearing him growl darkly against your jaw where he had been marking you with little bites; his tongue licking away at your pliant skin. He kisses down to your earlobe, taking the soft skin into his mouth, sucking on it. You feel yourslef  getting close; your climax is imminent. You cry out the demon's name, desperation clinging to each syllable. In response, he rides into you faster, his cock hits your inside walls hard. You let out a scream and immediately his hand is on your mouth silencing you.

“My lady,” he says softly, “As much as I want to hear you sing for me, this is not an opportune time for it. Someone might hear....” He chuckles as if it is a funny joke, but you cannot spare the time to think about that. Every move overwhelms you. And here you are at the edge, and the man above doesn’t seem any different from his usual calm, put-together self.

“Sebastian…” you let out an animalistic groan, raking your fingernails down his back. You feel him shudder and then without warning he puts his hand down to where he had entered you. You felt him touch something, and then – an explosion of fireworks. Everything is a blur. Your eyes shut and you see the strange wriggly worms swimming across the darkness behind your lids. Your hips reach out to his body of their own will; you ride out your orgasm on his cock, bucking and keening.  You have to have died. No, it can’t be real. What you feel is nothing like you have ever known. 

As you come down from your high, Sebastian withdraws from inside you gently. “Wait, Sebastian. You haven’t reached your climax yet!” you protest. You may have been new to the art, but you had overheard things– enough to know this.

“I don’t wish to wear you out my lady.” Sebastian says, wiping the sweat from your brow. You look at the man. His hair is a mess suffering – in your vice like grip. His back is marked with the thin red lines your nails had bestown. But otherwise he looks impeccable. And there you were, ruffles and bundles. A sheen of sweat on your body and a sticky wetness between your legs. 

You shake your head, “Please Sebastian. Tell me what to do, teach me how to make you feel as good as you have made me feel. I want you to reach the finish as well…”

Sebastian smiles. Getting off the bed he says, “All in good time my lady. But for tonight, you have had enough. I do not wish to overwhelm you, and end up hurting you. I will take care of it myself.” He reassures, flashing you his signature smile. 

It surprises you how bold you have gotten around him but you pat the down beside you, earning you a puzzled look from the man. “I insist, my lady, I ca—”

“Yes, you can. However, I’d like to watch while you do… Please, if you don’t mind. And I would very much like it, if you held me for the night after you did.”

“Very well, my lady.” Sebastian says, his smile widening. He lies down beside you, positioning himself so you can watch, and runs his hand over himself. You stared, transfixed on the elegant movements; questioning how an act that is considered so vile by the people of society could be made to look so beautiful in reality. The long fingers and the contrasting dark nails on his length are mesmerising, and your jaw drops as you stare. 

You move towards Sebastian, and getting on your knees you put in your own hand, not fully realising what you are doing till you hear Sebastian’s voice saying, “My lady?” You shake your head and mimic his movements, stroking the warm shaft. His breathing turns short and quick much like yours had been just a little while before. “Faster, please” you hear Sebastian say, and you comply. “More, squeeze it, gently.”

Your small hands follow his every order. You can feel him getting harder than ever as he gets closer to his own climax. He stutters and white sticky liquid squirts out from his cock spilling over your fingers. You stop, staring at it wide-eyed. 

“Would you like to taste it, my lady? I’d like you to.” You looked at Sebastian. His eyes are heavy-lidded, and glowing red in the darkness. You face him, a stray strip of moonlight slicing across your naked body, the only source of illumination in the room. You stick out your tongue and run it over the liquid on your hand. To say it tasted good would have been a lie, but something about the act was so erotic that you couldn’t stop. 

A shudder under you and you know Sebastian liked it too, so you continue; putting a finger into your mouth and sucking, licking. Sebastian grabs your hair, and pulls you down onto him kissing you. “You are so beautiful.” He says, sucking on your bottom lip. “So absolutely gorgeous, I can’t believe it!”

Suddenly fatigue is hits you and you slump into his embrace. You can feel yourself winding down. Sebastian lays you on the cool sheets, he moves to get up. “Sebastian, don’t go…” you plead softly.

“I’m right here, I’m just getting a washcloth to clean us up.” He replies. He’s back before you know it and a warm cloth presses against your legs. You spread them for him and he wipes you down, cleaning himself off as well. He lays down beside you and you feel your thick blanket cover you. Sleep slowly pulls you under 

“Sebastian?” you murmur.

“Mhmmm? What is it, my lady?”

“What time is it now?”

“Midnight.”

A/N: We aren't done. There's more to come darlings.

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#sebastian michaelis x reader

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fav black butler fics of all time? 💕

ahh!!! i apologize for not responding when i 1st saw this. however, im glad u asked ^.^ these r almost all smut, bc well that's what i was into in the peak of my hyperfixation soooo...along with the fact that s*baciel is so prominent that i fear reading anything else bc of jump scares.

( already said this but... ) Please Keep My Secret by The_Littlest_Raindrop on a03.

they also have a whole bunch of fantastic works!

( this isnt a chaptered fic but a one-shot ) 'Night Steps' by @/z3nitsugf on here and on a03

( im kinky so... ) 'Little Minx' by The_Littlest_Raindrop ( again )

'The Phantomhive Diaries' by DCUnitedFanfics

this is one where the dynamics were both interesting a new to me so i enjoyed it.

can't think of anything else at the moment, so this is all i got! honestly, any of the older ones that started in like 2017-2019 where my favorite. and ofc, sebastian is my muse so...all x reader fics :D

#saving this for scientific purposes #sebastian michaelis x reader

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B L O O D P A S T R I E S

characters / fandom ; f!reader x sebastian michaelis - kuroshitsuji

tw ; begging ; dominance ; dirty talk ; breeding ; nylons/tights ; praise kink? MINORS DNI

word count ; 3k - I got carried away okay!

a/n ; this is my first ever smut fanfic so I’m nervous! I hope you enjoy! feel free to request a character in the comments.

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so I’ll paint a million roses on your skin in pigments tainted blood red ill write your name all over the moon so I know our love will live in mystery after we’re long gone

“Yes, My Lord.”

Those words echoed in your head back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. How you tried your best not to roll your eyes day in and day out at the senseless drabbing from a child. 

You owed it to Ciel, of course. But you were growing tired of his brattish fashions. Everyone seemed to jeer and laugh at his childish bickering except you. If it wasn’t for Sebastian, you would have fled a long time ago. 

“See to it that dinner arrangements are up to my expectations, Sebastian.” he snided.

“Yes, My Lord. As you wish, a Butler must exceed every wish and desire of their master.”

You could hear Mei Rin’s ears blowing steam from across the room. Your lip twitched at his comment, and Sebastian’s crimson eyes danced your direction. Your hands grew cold and your heart raced in your ears. What did he see that you didn’t? Was it as obvious as you thought it was? By the fading smirk across his lips as he walked away, you felt a sigh of relief. 

Nobody knew that in the months since you’ve occupied the Phantomhive Manor, you’ve developed a hard-wired crush on Sebastian. You studied his poise, his mannerisms, his. . . “aura”. You even took it upon yourself to spy on him one day while he was helping Ciel get dressed. Outside of his bedroom, your maid uniform barely concealing your sacred areas as you bent over to peer into the crack of the doorframe, you watched him.

Everything seemed to be normal, until it happened. 

You saw Ciel’s eye, glowing a pigmented sapphire as Sebastian’s glowed a violet red. His mouth extended, revealing fangs of a demon as he smiled triumphantly. Ciel’s sad eyes focused on the floor as Sebastian dressed him in his evening attire, a hint of unspoken pleasure riddling across his face.

You let out a small gasp, only loud enough for you to hear. Or so you thought. Ciel paid it no mind, but Sebastian’s yes darted straight to the door, shutting it closed like magic. It caught you off guard, causing you to stumble to the floor! You covered your mouth, gathered your bearings and flees the hallway as fast as you can!

But you felt watched ever since that day. When you were alone in the hall, when you were outside in the garden, even when you bathed, you felt watched. 

But it was something about Sebastian’s mystery that. . . turned your senses completely on. You would take in his movements, his voice, his posture, and keep them in a small sector of your mind that was unlocked night after night. 

Your whines would echo his name till you fell fast asleep, and the looming presence would vanish. The cycle repeated itself, but you never wanted to stop. It got to the point that, unconsciously, you would try to get in his way, whether it be with help in the kitchen or with a stray black cat, just to eat him to say your name. And that would ring in your head until your legs buckled under the weight and your hands filled with your juices. Your heart would even ache for him to taste you, finger by finger. 

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you listening?”

You snapped out of your fantasy, coming back to reality with a sharp shove. You were standing in the Grand Hall with Sebastian, Mei Rin, Finny and Baldroy all peering at you with curious glances. 

“Hm,” Sebastian cleared his throat, returning to his solitary piece of paper.

Oh heaven’s sake. your nervous hands trembled at your sides as he continued reading off his list. Everyone returned their focus toward’s Sebastian while yours affixed to the floor.

“Finny is to tend to the garden, Mei Rin to the cleaning, Baldroy to the kitchen and- ah- yes-“ your eyes snaked back to Sebastian, only for his ruby eyes to peer directly through you.

“The young master wants a special Pâte Brisée (french pie crust) tonight for his pastry desserts. A shipment of supplies will be arriving in the back. See to it that they 

get unloaded and then make your way to the kitchen for prep.” Was he serious? You couldn’t possibly carry all of that yourself!

“That will be all. I trust you all will execute your tasks to the Master’s satisfaction.” Wait, he wasn’t changing his mind?!

“Yes sir!” everyone shouted, scurrying in different directions to prepare for the evening. Was the Lord expecting company? Ugh! the lack of clear communication in this place was driving you insane!

Watching the door’s close, you turned back to see everyone was gone! With a frustrated huff, you hurried to the back of the manor, already contemplating a plan in your head as to how you’re going to unload flour, and salt, and sugar, and fresh butter. 

With a sigh, you felt your shoulders weaken already at the thought.

————————-

Coming to the back, your jaws dropped at the crates of baking supplies already unloaded to perfection. There was a crowbar next to a box of flour that seemed to have the top lifted already. You were thankful the hardest part was over, but now the harder part was beginning.

You dug in the crate, hoisted a sack of flour over your shoulder, and lightly jogged to the storage chamber outside. 

You fetched the storage key from underneath your blouse, fastened it into the lock and helped yourself inside. Once inside, your eyes quickly adjusted to the dim lighting surrounding multiple supplies, peering corner to corner for a spot to place this ridiculously heavy bit of flour! Your arms shaking, you found a clear area to create a new pile of stock, but before you walked back outside, you saw a raspberry-colored Phantomhive bunny rabbit toy carefully stuffed between two barrels.

Odd. You thought, crouching down to retrieve the rabbit. It took a few tugs, but once3 you were able to pull the rabbit from its smushed crevices, you exclaimed for joy!

Click!

What was that noise?! Was that the door! Who must have locked it!

With the bunny still in your hands, you turned back to the doorway, your heart racing in your ears. Then, out of nowhere, a cool breeze crept up the back of your neck. Your hairs stood on edge! This was a carefully constructed storage facility, why was there a sudden breeze!

“Oh, Y/N, it seems as though you’ve fallen short of completing your tasks.” That voice, the same voice that was woven with dark silk echoed in the storage house. But- where was-!

“That just won’t do for a Phantomhive employee. Tell me,”

Suddenly, a pressure pinned you down against a large crate, causing you to drop the rabbit toy at your feet. You shifted your body in a failed attempt to stand to your feet, but the pressure only increased to keep you still. The invisible force grew heavier until you could feel a pair of hands hold your arms behind you.

“Sebastian, you have to let me go so I can finish!” you pleaded, crossing your legs as best as you could to prevent your dress from hiking further.

“Oh, that just won’t do. You see, Y/N, I know you have been performing at a suboptimal level for a while now. And I can’t say that the Master will be too pleased that one of his workers are causing the ship to sink.”

“T-that’s not, true.” you shaking my disagreed. You didn’t want to admit that in Sebastian’s passing you would drop a plate or burn your hand or slice your skin by mistake. Not in this, vulnerable, of a position.

“Well,” Sebastian sucked his teeth in a teasing manner, his physical form manifesting in a tuft of thin black smoke. He leaned his torso down to press you onto the crate further as a smile spread across his face.

“If that isn’t the case, then just what has you so distracted?” you could tell in his tone that he knew the answer all too well.

“Because by the sounds I’ve heard from your bedchamber,” he whispered in your ear, his warm breath tickling the rim, causing your stomach to drop to your toes.

“It seems like I’m to blame, M’lady.”

“That’s not-!”

“But I’ll tell you what,” he continued on, ignoring your flustered disposition. Your body grew hot and you were more than certain he could smell your essence building from how you were position. You tried to push the looming fantasy out of your mind, but the way Sebastian’s knee was softly placed between your legs, faintly rubbing the crotch of your pantyhose, your mind was beginning to melt and your legs beginning to grow weaker.

“As I am already bounded to the Lord by Contract, I cannot be a fully devoted servant to you. But,” his crimson eyes glowed fuschia in the darkness, his fangs protruding from his lips in a smile, “I only have one request, and I will let you go.”

He took your silence as a sign to continue.

“Repeat what you said last night. And don’t be shy. I’d just like to hear it again from those lovely lips of yours.”

“Wha- No- I can’t,” you tried to shift again, but Sebastian was just too strong. He suckled on your ear, humming gleefully at the sight of you fighting his constraints like a delicate white rabbit in the clutches of a wolf.

“And why not?” he hummed, “You sounded euphoric as you reached your peak. Please, let me hear it.”

You knew he wasn’t going to let up if you refused. Your pride had slithered to the ground the second Sebastian pinned you down. With a hard swallow, you looked ahead in the darkness, your cheeks burning the same intensity as your quivering sex.

“Sebastian, p-please,”

“With more confidence, lass. The same- exact- way.”

You swallowed again. His demanding tone turned you on more and more without you fully realizing it. You wanted to please him, and you had a feeling he knew you did.

“Sebastian,” you sighed, embarrassed at what’s about to leave your lips. “I want to feel you inside of me. Please make me yours again and again for as long as you’ll have me. I want to feel all of you. I can’t wait any longer!”

The air was silent. All you could hear was your heart. And suddenly, you were turned around to face Sebastian’s. You two were once in the darkness, but like magic candles began to light themselves in a circle around you two. He leaned down to meet your gaze, his crimson eyes burning right through you just like he did in the Grand Hall.

“Is that what you wish, My Lady?”

Shyly, you nodded your head. You could feel him opening your legs inch by inch, causing your pantyhose to rip further up the inseam and splitting at your crotch.

“Well then, I am but a humble servant. And your wish, is my fulfillment.”

Roughly, he pressed his lips to you in a hungered kiss. If you weren’t mistaken, you would have assumed he wanted this the same way you wanted this moment to happen. His tongue found yours and the two danced together for what felt like an eternity. Your nipples hardened under your blouse and your sex began to throb, aching for his touch.

You dreamed about this moment for months and to have it actually happen placed you on a high that you refused to come down from. No amounts of Opium could match this.

He broke the kiss, spittle landing on your chin while you caught your breath. Holding your gaze, he snaked his hand up to your blouse and gave your breast a firm squeeze, rubbing them in small circles as his gaze continued to plaster on you.

“Look at me, Y/N.”

You didn’t want him to see how much you enjoyed it, but you didn’t want to disobey him. He smirked down at you, squeezing your breasts admirably. He took your nipple between his fingers and gave them a soft pinch, sending your back arched in the air and your legs attempting to close as your clit began to throb, aching for more.

“Ah ah ah,” he teased, his voice rumbling in a chuckle.

“Is this not what you wanted?” he asked, his teeth pulling off his glove tantrically slow. You could see his fangs sinking into the fabric and a part of you wish it was you he was sinking his teeth in.

“Y- yes, Sebastian.” you breathed. You watched his free hand trace his clawed finger down your blouse downwards between your legs. Without much effort, his ripped the crotch area of your pantyhose, sliding them down to your ankles. With another rip, he completely split them in two and returned to his original spot between your legs. Without announcement, he sunk his fingers into you, rubbing your clit with his long, sim thumb. Your essence slicked down his wrist, creating a moist, squishing sound as he prodded in and out of you.

“My my, you were more ready than I thought you were.” he retracted his fingers, suckling each one like your juices were remnants of a raspberry sorbet. His fingers met your quivering cunt once more, rocking your body back and forth, grazing against your sweet spot continuously. You covered your mouth, your moans muffled behind your hand as his slender fingers grazed your sensitive areas completely. He enjoyed the sight under him as your breasts rocked up and down, your cunt gripped against his fingers pleadingly, and your moans escalated under its muffled restraint.

He grew tired of not hearing your moans and instead lowered down to kiss you again. Your moans reverberated in his mouth and it was if it fueled his carnal desires. Quickening his pace, he pushed back and forth with a goal in mind. Your juices dripped down the crate and onto the floor, splashing off his wrist and staining his pants. Your hips lifted in the air and he continued his pace, not letting up to aide you in reaching your orgasm. Your groans turned animalistic as your peak grew closer and closer. He smiled in the kiss, biting down on your lip as he prodded one final time until-

“Mmh! Mmh!” Your legs jerked as your body turned to mush underneath him. Your fluids seeped down your legs as your orgasm hit its peak. With your legs still trembling, Sebastian smiled triumphantly. Not giving you a breather, his engorged member rested at the entrance of your begging, throbbing sex. He looked back into your eyes, those same soft red eyes now glowing a lustful crimson undertone.

“Tell me its mine, lass. and I’ll give it to you.”

Your forehead broke out in a sweat as you tried to catch your breath. You didn’t say much, but instead pushed your hips down onto the head of his shaft. From the head alone, your hips trembled at its thickness, but you couldn’t stop yourself. He watched you bounce up and down on the head, its skin glossing with your sweetness.

“Hmmm,” he smiled, “Is that a yes?”

Looking up at him, your lustful gaze meeting his, you nodded in approval.

“Yes,’’ you sighed, “Whenever you crave me, have me. I can’t take it anymore. Please give it to me~”

Sebastian smiled at how much of a dribbling mess you were becoming at the mere feeling of his dick. He pinned both of his wrists above your head and smirked at the sight underneath him.

“You’re so beautiful like this. If I could paint a picture, I would.”

Tears welled in the corners of your eyes as he pushed inside of you inch by inch. Your begging insides clamped onto him every passing moment, tightening its grip on him to a point that his jaw clenched to stifle a moan. It’s been so long since you’ve felt a man inside of you that it almost felt like losing your virginity all over again. But neither of you could wait, you wanted him to move!

His hips rocked back and forth at a steady pace for a few moments before he gathered his rhythm, thrusting in and out of you like a long lost lover. He loosened his grip on your wrists and placed both of his hands on your hips. As he claimed every bit of your insides as his your moans echoed off the walls and down his spine. His name repeated off your tongue like a forbidden ritual that only the two of you knew that you recited again, and again, and again. You didn’t care how carnal you sounded, you only cared about Sebastian inside of you. Your juices coated his girth from base to tip, constantly replenished with a fresh stream after every thrust.

“Ah! Sebastian!” You begged, your heartbeat quickening in your ears, “Come inside of me! I beg you!”

“Is that what the Lady wants?” his thrusts intensified as he was close to his peak. He didn’t want this session to end but he knew he had to attend to the other employees. But he knew this would not be the last time he would ravage you.

“Y-yes, Sebastian!” Another moan danced across your lustful lips, “Fill me up, please!”

Without a response, Sebastian planted his lips on yours and pumped hungrily inside of you. Your mind melted out of your ears, the sounds ringing around you and your legs succumbing from the pressure, you felt another orgasm reaching its peak as Sebastians hot seed coated your womb and interlaced with your sweet nectar ounce by ounce.

He seemed to be just fine but you were catching your breath underneath him. Withou removing himself from you, he brushed the droplets of sweat off your brow and kissed your forehead, smiling as he usually would when he executed a task to perfection.

“Ah, I almost forgot,” he kissed your neck, his devilish smile spreading from cheek to cheek.

“You and I are actually in charge to make the Young Master’s dessert.”

“And by the taste of you, I think a raspberry cream pie would be just perfect for the evening.”

#hhhhh #yeah #sebastian michaelis x reader

[purpleph4se]

i've been busy the whole day, so i just now got around to watching s4 ep2 of black butler, and i—

hit me with it.

why do you look like a kicked puppy? my pussy's right here to make u feel better!!!

fuck me.

just go ahead and take the thing off for me hm?

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

IDC HOW BASIC THIS TROPE IS, RAIL ME IN THE CONFESSIONAL RN. RIGHT. NOW. MY PUSSY IS WET AND READY FOR DEMON DICK.

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony,vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponent al, logarithmic, while i gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cow girl, doggy, backwards, forwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the ool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick thribbing, first clenching, ear rining, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling.teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, ip bitting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, cant walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail stractching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, slendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tangos, he could put a nuclear bomb inside me and i'd still ride.

I NEED HIM!!

+ bonus, a pretty boy

#this is my headspace watching the new season

[purpleph4se]

# 18+ smut, virginity loss, mentions of switch! reader and sebastian, kink exploration, bottom! reader, mdni.

YOUR FIRST TIME WITH SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS, was nothing but pure soft, slow, and passionate. Or so on how it started before it became even more. Your lover knows that it will take some time before you feel comfortable in exploring your desires, you have pinpointed that you want to experience vanilla sex first, in which he respected.

Slow thrusts, sweaty naked bodies mingled together on the cotton sheets of your mattress. Clothes were scattered all over the floor while Sebastian focuses on making you feel good. He needs to be gentle, his demon heart wants to feel the passion humans crave during sex—not just pure lust, but actually feel the connection with the human under him. He didn’t want his sadistic side to take over. Yet.

His crimson eyes were hooded with such longing and desire, other of his kind will berate for making such expressions, for feeling such disgusting emotions yet he was not one to comply with the rules in their world.

His moans sound so beautiful, he was not afraid being loud. He wants you to know that you are also making him feel good. He grips your hips firmly, driving deeper inside you while his eyes ogle around the sweat dripping over your body.

Your scent mixed with his drives him wild, a tiny breathy whine escaped him that made him bury his head on the crook of your neck. “You smell so good..”

He seethes when he feels your warmth clenching around his cock, he cannot help but lean away and press his lips against yours to swallow your whines and moans. Saliva dripped at the side of your mouth, he was engulfing your mouth on his with so much hunger.

That teasing tongue of his, slowly dragged on the skin of your neck—the feeling of his fangs, gently scratching over it makes your eyes roll back ‘cause of the sensation.

He took pride in making you let out such sounds, his warm breath fanning over your ear. “Taking me so well, sweetheart… Oh, you’re doing so good f’ me.” Sebastian praised out with a fond grin, kissing your pulse point before sinking his teeth onto the skin.

How can you ever resist such words?

It made your back arch, your fingers gripping the sheets tightly. So this is how sex feels like, this is how a cock feels when it is buried inside you. The squelching noises did not even blurred out under the blanket, mixed with the breathy moans of the demon above you.

Were you able to break down the walls of a demon? Was your physical consumation with the butler did wonders to his body? Were you different from the other humans or demons he previously mated with?

A long, high-pitched whine was forced out of your mouth when you felt his cock grazed over that sensitive spot of yours. “Don’t think so much, my darling—hah. Just focus on me.” His fingers, that are usually covered with gloves, were now laced with yours. It brings you warmth.

“Right there, Sebastian..!” You whimpered making his ears perk up while letting out a pleased and determined, seductive hum when you tighten around him.

He cannot take it anymore, he hoped you would forgive him for this.

A confused noise came out of your mouth when he suddenly stopped while he raised your legs over your chest, then suddenly thrust his fat cock once again inside you making you squeal in ecstacy at the new angle—he was much deeper than before, the overwhelming stimulation brought sting to your eyes which teared up. He rolled hips, while grinning drunk from the pleasure.

“Ah.. Mhmph.. Nngh..! You’re so deep..!” You slurred out, your eyes once again rolled back in pleasure.

The idea of having slow, vanilla sex with him was already thrown out of the window with how delicious his cock pounds inside you making you see stars. Your mind was already mushy from how it grazes every single spot inside you. It made your core throb.

His thrusts were getting harder, faster, he had already caught on the pace you like. Sebastian feels himself getting close, murmuring into your ear. “ ‘m gonna cum, sweetheart. I’m going to fill you up, hm? A reward for being so good f’ me—mmph, fuck..”

He leaned in as you both shared a kiss once again before moaning when you feel his thick, creamy cum filling your walls. Lots of it pours inside, not wasting his time with pumping you full of his seed—it didn’t help that he didn’t stop his thrusts, making you quiver in sensitivity. Of course, he does not want to waste his hardwork. He wants you to take it all deep inside you.

It made both of your bodies shudder when you reach your climax as well. Was it even possible for him to even cum harder as you do so? The demon was still hard inside you, yet neither of you wished to stop.

The day where it all started, the very first day you lost your virginity brought a whole new side of you.

And now, you were gradually begin to take the reigns of the situation. After years of being married to him, you were now experienced, you knew what makes you orgasm, you knew all of your sensitive spots.

His favorite position, when you ride his cock like there is no tomorrow. He knew you became addicted with it, and he can say the same with you as well.

“Hngh… keep going. That’s right, use me as you please—haah..! My goodness, you’re so t—tight..!”

He showed you everything, he lets you feel everything. How it feels to be in control, how it feels to give in—how thrilling it is when pain is inflicted on your body, how it makes your heart clench when he becomes soft and wander his hands all over your body like you are made of glass.

Sex with him is an endless adventure that you gladly accept.

“Right there, yeah. Oh that feels so good, mhm. I taught you so well..”

SEBASTIAN MICHAELIS did not complain once, his love and desire for you begin to grow stronger. He is so into you that he will do anything that will please you, there was no need for him to swallow his pride because he does not have a problem exploring—loves an adventure, he says. He guides you through it.

“All for you, dear. I’m all yours.”

An imaginary tail of his wags seeing the collar and whip on your hands, he purred in excitement and anticipation seeing the love of his life easily bring him into submission.

Humans are really unpredictable.

Devilish, crimson eyes meet with amused, lovesick eyes. You’re so irresistible, it makes him sigh in pleasure.

author’s note: herrghrhdhfj hi ig, long time no write y’all. heres a smut fic *leaves again*

#sebastian michaelis x reader

[purpleph4se]

Hey lovely! I love Dungeon Meshi right now and Laios is so amazing. If you’re comfortable, could you write something smutty with him? I want to make him feel good :))))))) if you’re not comfortable plz ignore, thank you so much!

let me please you~

꒰ includes ꒱ ⸻ (dungeon meshi) laios touden.

꒰ warnings ꒱ ⸻ gn! reader, smut (MDNI): oral, cum swallowing, subby laios.

꒰ blossom's note ꒱ ⸻ i want to suck his dick so badly it hurts- i haven't written smut in forever so i hope i did okay? thank you for the request!

“Laios,” 

Oh, he’s a goner. Swallowing thickly, he can’t help the way his legs part for you. “Good boy,” you coo, moving closer to sit between his legs. Looking up at him through your lashes, he can feel his heart doing backflips.

“Just sit back and let me make you feel good, ‘kay?”

“O- Okay,” He stutters out, biting his lip as you free his cock from its confines, watching it spring to life. You give it a few strokes, smearing the precum with your thumb, teasing his slit. He groans, head falling back as he bites into his fist. It’s embarrassing how quickly he gets worked up when it comes to you.

“Laios, breathe.” You’re nervous he’s going to pass out with the way he’s holding his breath in excitement. When he lets out a shaky exhale you can’t help but chuckle. He’s cute, that’s for sure.

Giving a few more languid pumps, you finally run your tongue up along the underside of his cock- he legs jolting upward in surprise. “Hnng- ha!” His free hand balls up by his side, desperately holding back from grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you to take more of his cock in your mouth.

Teasingly licking long stripes and then giving quick kitten licks to the tip, you finally give him mercy as you take him in your mouth. “Ohh fuck,” He groans, looking down at you and biting his lip. Damn. You looked too good between his legs like this. 

His hand instinctively falls to your head, slowly guiding you to take more of his big size, until you’re at the base, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “Yeah, like that,” He grunts, unable to stop himself from bucking up in your mouth. You groan, choking on him. He pulls out, nervous as you sputter for a few seconds before whining that you weren’t done.

“You like my dick that much?” You nod, getting impatient now as you take his dick and start to suck him off again. 

Small whimpers leave his lips as you bob up and down, teasing him. “More,” He breathes, but you pinch his thigh, causing him to whine. “Please.”

Eyeing him, you decide to give in once more and pick up your pace. His thighs tensing as he restrains himself from meeting your mouth, he can feel his cock twitch.

Ignoring the heat between your own legs, you use your other hand to hold his. His eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, he let out a string of curses and compliments. “Yes, y- yes, shit, I’m gonna-” 

Laios tries to be a gentleman, to pull you off of him before it’s too late, but you’re eager to swallow up every last drop of him. Pushing through, with a loud moan Laios cums in your mouth, milky white leaking past your lip from the sheer size of the load. Pulling off of him, you try to swallow what you can.

Laios can’t meet your eyes, his ears and cheeks red from your lewdness. “You really are something else…” he mumbles, glancing at you licking up his cum off your fingers. Ah, the things you do to him.

꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!

#oughhh #i love #laios x reader

[purpleph4se]

°💧Serenity in vulnerability💧°

♡First time making love with Hwei, With GN AFAB Power (?) Bottom reader and Soft service Dom Hwei♡

🔞NSFW minors dni 🔞

Tw: Porn with plot!! Angst, Smut, established but newish relationship, Hwei struggling with vulnerability, Hwei having trust issues, flustered Hwei, teasing turned flustered reader, oral reader receiving, marking, hair pulling, creampie, multiple orgasms, implied masturbation, mentions of female anatomy, body worship, unintentional orgasm denial, breeding kink if you squint, mentions of female aligned clothing, crying (happy tears!) , Aftercare

Pet names for reader used: my muse, angel, my love,

You had been invited into Hwei's home studio so he may once again paint his most precious muse but there's a hot pink glint in the eyes of the visionary and a tension in the air that's thick like warm honey.

It always filled you with butterflies and made you feel like royalty whenever your boyfriend wanted you to be the sole subject of his art piece. Always putting his skills on full display to portray you in the most beautiful way he can, taking tender care to bring the beauty that you didn't see within yourself to light. Though there was a lingering feeling in the air the past few times he's brought you here

Recently he has suggested you to be put in more revealing outfits, and comprised positions. And if you would comply with his request, those said sessions you'd be left on the pedestal alone for prolonged periods of time while he disappeared in search of certain supplies. Only to return with various small jars of paint of pastel hues in hand and a flushed face

"May I ask you something my muse..?"

Hwei questioned as the both of you walked through his home, trying to hide the apprehension that laced his usual melancholic tone. He lightly coughed into his sleeve as the two of you entered his studio, the golden light of the late afternoon sun pouring in from the windows.

The nervousness was so evident in his voice and his eyes swirling with an unusual magenta hue. It caused curiosity and a pinch of excitement to stir in you bringing you to a brief pause before you answered

"Hmm? What is it?"

He hesitated before he replied, his gaze casting to the doorknob of his creative abode, he awkwardly stepped aside as he turned the knob. He let you through the door before him while he gently placed a hand upon your upper back, then followed in closely behind you. you could almost feel the hot air of his heavy sigh fan across the nape of your neck

"I was wondering.. and you have every right to reject! but.. y/n could I ask to see you nude and to paint a portrait of you bare ..? You're just so beautiful and I can't stop thinking about it"

His request has already made you feel stripped nude, your face goes hot, as you wrap your arms over your still-clothed body as a means to calm yourself as you feel your heart skip a beat. Your words caused him to stammer, his once composed, dreary demeanor now turned to that of a deer in headlights.

He looks at you with rosey eyes pleading, begging for your acceptance as he locks the door behind him. Your face flushes as his words freeze you in place, so you reiterate with a question of your own, needing to confirm what he really meant despite it being painfully obvious

"Hwei you.. you want to paint a portrait of me naked?"

Hwei's eyes started to swirl with cautionary yellow hues flickering with a firey red as panic started to settle in. He can clearly see how you're uncomfortable, his breath is caught in his throat, he puts a hand over his mouth as his eyes dart around the large open studio, while he slowly nods.

He knows he's probably stepped over a boundary but yet, he's long yearned to see you in your most natural form. Your truest self laid before him so that he may hopefully indulge in it. To worship you like the divine being he sees you as, so he had to jump on the opportunity when it presented itself

While yes it was a major step to be stripped bare for his eyes to see, to fully let down your guard and let yourself be on full display for him. It was the way he always was so gentle and mellow with his requests that touched your soul, putting your comfort first and foremost before fulfilling any of his desires that made your heart swell thus allowing your nervousness to dissipate

Seeing your lover so flustered wasn't an unwelcome sight either, confirming to you that he cared and loved you so deeply. He looked rather adorable as he so politely pleaded for your acceptance, you could see how red the visionary was becoming. How his eyes would dart around the room, one moment, then the next scan your body up and down as he so desperately searched for your answer.

Hwei was growing more anxious by the second, the wait felt unbearable, his heart pounding in his chest, as his stomach began to do flips. So he threw his hands up and waved them in front of his face, the words stammering out of his mouth, to try and relieve the rising tension between the two of you

"I-I'm sorry..! Just forget what I--"

"You may"

You interrupted his flustered babblings by taking his hands in yours, gently stroking the backs of his trembling palms with your thumbs. Your words caused time to stop, his body a blaze as your acceptance processed itself in his mind, still unable to believe that you said yes

"Y/n..? Are you sure..? Are you really sure..?!"

He didn't want to push you but your willingness to be so open and vulnerable took him by surprise and almost frightened him, a feat even he might not be able to overcome in the near hours if the situation leads to it. You nod your head to reaffirm your statement and decide to take advantage of the situation to tease him a bit in his moment of weakness.

"Hwei it's alright, as long as no one else interrupts us~ we could do more than just paint hm?"

Your musings send shivers down the man's spine. The sultry tone of your voice and the way you loosen the first few buttons of your shirt to expose a bit of your skin causes him to practically malfunction. You can see his throat bob up in down as his widened eyes dawn a bright magenta hue. The red color that adorns his face deepens as he watches you with his mouth agape. You make his heart feel like it might just stop as he stumbles to sit at his workspace, unable to take his eyes off of your little show

"Hmm? What's wrong~? Isn't this whatchu wanted?"

You continue to provoke him as he watches from his painter's chair, swiping his dark teal bangs back and away from his face watching you remove your garments at an agonizing pace. More of your supple skin begins to reveal itself, your curves unveiled under the setting sun that seeps through the curtains, casting a luminous golden glow upon you as your clothing pools on the floor beneath you but stop your little strip tease once you are down to just your bra and panties. You give Hwei a look full of mischief laced with lust, you walk over and place his trembling hands over your hips as you almost straddling the man. You hook his slender fingers under the band of your panties and whisper.

"Would you like to do the honors?"

Hwei already couldn't believe his eyes, the word perfect couldn't even begin to describe you. His words were caught in his throat, he felt like an eldritch creature placing its dirty, vile hands upon the purest, most divine angel heaven had so graciously blessed him with, while desperately fighting the immense need he's been holding back.

He didn't feel worthy of indulging in you in such an intimate manner. Words couldn't even begin to describe how beautiful you were in his eyes, and how disgusting he felt about himself in comparison. But how the need for you grows as he casts his borderline obsessive gaze upon you, again feeling the soft plush of your hips and the silky fabric of your underwear beneath his fingertips only driving his desire further

"If you so allow me to my love.."

You could see the turmoil of emotions swirling in him, nervousness and need, hesitancy and desire. Knowing Hwei he probably feels inadequate and untrusting of himself to touch you in such a way but how desperately he wants to devour you in this moment. So you tighten your grip upon his hands whilst you affirm aloud

"It's alright I trust you Hwei..! I know you won't hurt me.."

Your words caused his heart to swell as a slight sense of newfound confidence from your affirmations caused him to straighten up in his seat. He leaned in closer to you then thickly swallowed with a shakey breath escaping his lips still uncertain of himself. He pulled down the delicate fabric, it took everything in his being not to dive into your core right as it revealed itself.

His touch was careful and restrained, Hwei placed his warm hands atop your plush thighs, slowly sliding them up your torso, watching in awe as his fingers sank in slightly into your plush flesh. He leans his face closer to your torso, his lips ghosting over your pristine skin. Allowing himself to indulge in the intimacy, he softly presses his lips upon your body, trailing a path of affectionate kisses up to the valley of your breast as sweet nothings fall from his lips and onto your supple skin

"Oh my love... how you're more perfect than I could've ever imagined... I truly don't deserve someone as divine as you.."

His musings make your heart both simultaneously soar and sink as you feel the warmth of his breath alongside strands of his hair tickling against your skin. His hands gingerly make their way to the claps of your bra, Hwei's hands hesitate for a moment, feeling like the world could end if he messes things up now. He looks up to you, a look as if he's asking once again for your permission.

You nod your head knowing what he's asking for as his hands ghost over the only thing left from exposing yourself entirely to him. It takes him only moments of fiddling with the clasps and your bra sluffs off of your shoulders and onto the floor beneath the two of you.

You could feel Hwei stiffen underneath you, watching him so intently hide his hardening groin from your sight. Shuffling and shifting beneath you, grasping for the ends of his clothes, draping the ends of anything he could grab onto and place over his growing erection, praying you don't notice as arousal of your own begins to swell within you

"Whatever did I do to get so lucky to have an angel lay bare right before my eyes.. y/n you're everything anyone could ever want.."

He continues placing soft, slow kisses up to your collarbone, his hands ghosting over the mound of your breast. You gently place your hand over his, collapsing his trembling palm over the soft flesh screaming to be touched by his hands.

While the tension and the atmosphere was hot as a summers day, the temperature in the visionary's studio was a stark contrast. Goosebumps began to litter your skin, your nipples perking up under Hwei's fingertips while the night air crept in through the windows. You shiver under his touch, as a shakey sigh leaves your lips Hwei's loving immersion is broken as concern settles in noticing your icey state.

He quickly rubs his hands up and down your arms and pulls you in closer, he then removes the crest from his robe and swiftly sets it aside. Hwei then distances himself slightly as he begins to remove the long teal tunic he so often adorns, then wrapping it around your form and pulling you close once again

"Apologies it gets so in here cold during the late hours.."

He pauses his voice becoming low and raspy against the nape of your neck. He whispers against your skin as he wraps his robe around the both of you. Your body pressed up against his, and your breast squished into his exposed chest.

"Besides.. I don't think we're going to be staying in here anyways.. I can't focus when you're acting like that.. c'mon lets go to the room.."

It was your turn to be flustered, your heart pounded as he lifted you from your seat. There was a small string of slick that trailed from a clear puddle that you had left atop his thigh illuminated by the light of the moon as you separated yourself from him. This didn't go unnoticed, you watched in embarrassment as he gave you a look of awe at the mess you had made.

He ensured that your body was fully covered not wanting a soul besides himself to lay eyes upon you in your beautifully bare state. He leads you out of his studio and down the darkened hallway of his home. Your hand was tightly clasped with his, each step you could practically hear the loud thud of your pulse as panic mixed with excitement settled in as you entered his bedroom. Your mind swirled with thoughts of

'Oh god I really did it now, it's happening..!! Or is it?! I don't know I didn't expect him to be so forward?!'

"Sit"

You flinch when you hear Hwei's voice accompanied by the locking of the door. His tone was much more demanding than what you were used to, his hands softly gesturing to the bed whilst he lit the room aglow with candlelight. It was getting unbearable to restrain himself, to take you fully, to paint beautiful marks all over the perfect canvas that was your body turning you into his magnum opus, and to live out the countless scenarios he'd fantasized about.

You do as you're told, with your body feeling as if it's on fire from the heated tension between the both of you. You place yourself at the edge of the mattress, his tunic still draped over your form. You watch Hwei as he bends down to his knees before you. Oh how you look so divine, his muse being wrapped in his clothing as the moonlight is accompanied by soft flickering flames of the candles scattered across the room, highlighting your most pristine features.

He pauses at your feet, akin to a disciple in front of their god, if he was going to make love to you, he was going to ensure that he does it right. He wanted to guarantee you felt safe, loved, and given the purest of exctasy even if he's terrified of giving you even the most gentle of touch. He's mortified of hurting you, he has known the most disastrous of things coming forth of his hands despite the countless times he has brought forth serenity and now he had to prove it not only to you but to himself. To keep himself in control when it was almost impossible to.

From his seated position between your legs, he looks up at you with desperate but darkened eyes. He rests his head against your thigh, wrapping both of his slender arms around your leg giving it a gentle caress as he whispers in a deep tone.

"Y/n.. are you completely sure you trust me..?"

Your heart was racing, you knew what Hwei was about to do and what entailed next if you said yes. You knew he had your best interests at heart, that he loved you deeply. The way he was always so tender with his touches, more than respectful with your boundaries, and he wouldn't be kneeling before you just to check for the nth time if you really were ready for this if he didn't right?

"I do Hwei! I do..and if things do lead to us going there tonight, I'll gladly let it, especially since it's you..!"

You warmly say to him, your words like a vow. You can see his body go still, his eyes reflecting the colors of the ocean hues being pulled by the moonlight coming through the windows as he's deeply moved by the words you spoke. He fights back his tears with a heavy sigh, leaning his head against your thigh, leaving long and deep kisses against your soft skin, his voice raspy and needy as he spoke

"Then.. let me show you just how much that means to me.. just how much you mean to me.."

His voice was full of gratitude and sincerity as Hwei continued to place deep kisses all over your body, his tongue gliding over your supple skin slowly creeping up your body from his seated position kissing even the most sensitive of areas, sending waves of ecstasy through your veins.

"Mm..!"

You can't help but let a few moans pass your lips as his graze dangerously close to your core as he continues traveling upward, the sounds coming from you only stirring him on. His touch becomes desperate and more possessive, softly pushing your bodies against the mattress placing himself just above you, capturing your hand in his as your fingers intertwined

"And just how much I need you.."

He mutters out right into your ear, his tone thick with sultry as he continues drowning you in lustful affection. He lowers his body, putting more of his weight onto you causing your legs to spread in the process. Hwei welcomes himself in between your thighs, grinding his hardening cock against your folds whilst his mouth latches onto the side of your neck. Your breath hitches as you feel his teeth grazing over your skin, hearing him emit sounds of saccharine satisfaction as he leaves his first mark upon your delicate skin

"Two more.."

He whispers as he makes his way down to the skin just above your heart which beats so loudly for him in this moment. You feel Hwei suck your skin between his teeth, his tongue savoring the addictive taste of you loving the way your heartbeat quickens under his touch. Arousal akin to that of hot lava runs through your veins as he leaves his second mark, fondling your breast in the process. You feel how you're practically dripping between your legs, drenching anything that comes close, feeling how easily even his clothed member slips between your folds, so addictively working that knot within you

"So pretty, your body is the perfect canvas.. just one more okay, let me know if it hurts.."

You nod your head as he moves downwards once more to just under your navel, he yearned to mark the womb he so wished to fill. It was almost painful when he stopped rolling his hips against yours to position himself for his next mark and your neediness didn't go unnoticed. He grabs your hand and brings it down your bundle of nerves that's begging for attention.

"Guide me.. and don't lie to me either because I'll feel it if you fake it..!"

The sharpness in his glowing magenta eyes and the firmness in his voice caused you to hesitate momentarily, but the way your body was almost screaming for Hwei's touch had you moving his hand right atop your sensitive bud. You inhale sharply then let out an elated sigh as you feel his now wet fingertips begin to massage your sweet spot

"Ahh..! R-right there.."

His skilled hands brought you pleasure that you couldn't even imagine bringing to yourself. He continued winding you up tighter at an almost alarming speed due to how long you had been aroused without touch.

"So wet.. so perfect.. don't hold yourself back, if it comes, let it. I want to see you full of bliss by my hands"

He mused as he placed his lips right above your womb space continuing to work circles onto your sweet spot. Wanting to leave his third and final mark, Hwei latches onto your skin, devouring the scent, taste, and feel of his muse wholeheartedly. He craved to feel you hit your peak whilst he painted your body with deep purple blotches. So he then takes his free hand and slowly slips a finger into your heat.

His entry caused you to gasp, you instinctively gripped the sheets while he entered you. You feel him stop momentarily his fingers lay still upon your form as the sound caused his ears to perk up in apprehension with fear and doubt finding its way back in.

"Are you alright my love..? Too much?"

Hwei stopping was agonizing as you were so close to your peak but you couldn't help but swoon at his all too considerate nature. You prop your head up to meet his concerned gaze you can see the fear and self-disdain building by the second within him so you swiftly shake your head and in a last-ditch attempt to soothe his sorrows and obtain the high you both knew you craved. You cup his cheeks in the palms of your hands, throwing your shame out the window, and cry out to him

"I am! Just p-please.. don't stop! If anything I'm not okay because you're holding back.. You're still even fully clothed..! I love you and I know you want this as much as I do..!"

You make Hwei's eyes go wide, surprised that he's genuinely giving you pleasure instead of pain. Your cries strike a deep wounded chord within him a thread that has been woven deep into the fabric of his being for as long as he could remember. Yet another person he has been close to tells him that he's holding back. He fears for the moment when he truly lets it all go, to fully surrender due to the traumatic events of his past. Even more so if losing control means you get hurt and you end up despising him as much he does himself

But there you are, blessing him with your love and trust, allowing yourself to be so vulnerable and raw as you await his loving touch. You always we so accepting of him and his entirety with open arms, showering him the same love he is giving you so it truly was a shame he was keeping himself from enjoying this moment.

"I-I love you too, so so much..! and you're right.. let's change that.."

He says as he thickly swallows with a deep ragged breath escaping his lips. He pulls away from you to swiftly remove the rest of his clothing, trying to push back the tormenting thoughts, horrified by what you will think of his stripped state, keeping his underwear still intact. When he returns to you, placing his skin onto yours, a wave of ecstasy and elation washes through both you as you lay skin on skin.

A soft chuckle passes your lips as you see how Hwei melts his bare slim form into your soft body for a warm embrace.

"See isn't this better~ you had nothing to hide anyway you look amazing.."

You only see Hwei nod, hearing him hum in contentment, pressing his body flush against yours. You soon feel him placing his nimble hands right back where they should be

" It just feels so right.. as if we were meant to be.."

He confesses, resuming to feed you the pleasure your body craved while simultaneously returning to his previous spot to place his final mark. Your moans sound like sweet music to him, only urging him to keep going. He feels your body tightening that knot right under his lips, the way your body is reacting is maddening, and your scent is so intoxicating. He can't stop thinking about how it would feel to be sunk deep inside your silken walls or even how you would taste.

He can't help but let his hips roll into the mattress as he chases your high. You arch your back as your hands find purchase once again on the sheets with a harsh grip. The way he almost perfectly curls his fingers into you with one hand and so skillfully worked quickening circles onto your clit was enough to send you over the edge. Your body shudders, emitting an airy loud cry of his name as you finally reach your peak. Hwei feels a sense of deep satisfaction when you tighten around his fingers, feeling his shaft throb at the sensation, with him practically drooling at the sight of your cute bud pulsing with pleasure.

"So good for me my love.. but I wonder just how you taste"

You see him lick the slick from his fingers, huming in delight at the taste, whilst he smoothes back his bangs through a half-lidded gaze causing your face to heat up more than ever thought possible. Then just seconds later you sense Hwei gives a soft experimental kiss to your sensitive bud, causing your body the writhe at the sensation of his tongue swiping over you.

"Mmh..! H-hwei..! I-- Ahh..!

Your response only continues to encourage him. You feel him venture deeper, wrapping his lips fully around your sweet spot, sucking on the delicate flesh. Stars cloud your vision with ecstasy coursing through your veins. Your hands unconsciously entangling in his hair, you were all too eager to explore this newfound side of him if this is what it means to see Hwei fully let go.

The taste of your sweet nectar covering his tongue was addictive, unable to resist the urge to press his tongue against your heat. incapable of controlling the moans passing his lips and onto yours. The vibrations of his voice sends shockwaves through your already stimulated system. He ruts his hips into the mattress, dying to plunge himself deep into you as the need for his muse hits its boiling point. He pushes back the urge to take you right then and there because he so yearns to taste your release

Your slick runs down his chin as he slips his tongue through your core, placing his fingers and swirling them atop your bud. He savored your delicious taste like the finest gourmet meal and only craved more as he pressed further, as he mused onto your heat.

"Your taste.. so delectable..~"

The feeling Hwei was giving you was so intense, you already were so close, that you almost couldn't handle the sensation that was building within you. With exasperated breathy moans, you feel that dam burst as your walls clenched down on Hwei's tongue, your hands tightening their grip on his hair.

The combination of feeling your fingers pull on his hair with you coming down on his tongue it was almost impossible to hold back hitting a peak of his own but as soon as he felt you crash down onto him, Hwei could feel the ecstasy coursing through your veins and in turn, he couldn't help but release himself. Hearing him let out a deep groan of satisfaction, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

Hwei slowly wipes your slick off of his face with the back of his hands with a darkened but desperate look in his eyes. He slowly crawled atop your form, with languid movements he pulled down his boxers whilst wiping away the evidence of his premature climax. With glazed eyes he gawks at your body, it was a stunning sight to see you glistening with sweat and slick with his now soiled tunic draped loosely over your frame, it was a moment even more perfect than he could have ever imagined.

"Y/N my muse... you're so perfect.. you don't know how long I've craved for us to be intimate like this.."

Hwei pants out with labored breaths as you feel the visionary shift his weight as he places himself between the warmth of your thighs, his throbbing length dripping in what you think is pre-cum so desperately waiting to be invited into your heat as it glides between your folds.

He catches your hand in his, entangling your fingers as leans in to lock his lips with yours in a slow but heated kiss. As heady as the moment was, there was a sense of serenity to it as your tongues danced with one another, swearing you saw small golden orbs of lights fleeting in your vision the moment the kiss broke, leaving it to be just your mind being full of bliss

Hwei gently cups your cheek, gently stroking his thumb across your delicate skin, leaning in close to rest his forehead against yours. His eyes once again a bright brilliant blue swirling with specks of magnificent magenta as he aligns himself with your entrance. You open yourself completely to him, your form fully relaxed, his prior musings had made you feel more than safe and prepared for this moment, signaling to him you want this just as much as he

"Promise to tell me if it hurts alright?"

Hwei mutters, his breath hot against your skin. His brow knitted in concentration before your bodies combine. He won't move an inch until he knows you feel fully secure. You tighten your grip on his hand, locking eyes with him. You gaze up at him with deep adoration as you let your body sink further into the mattress, accommodating for Hwei's tall frame with your essence coating his length.

"I will, but I know you won't hurt me"

You see his eyes soften, a serine smile adorning his features with Hwei emitting a long and deep sigh. Trying to resist the looming thoughts of how he doesn't deserve to be in this moment or how you may be lying to him, choosing to trust, so he can just simply indulge in the pleasure and love that you're so graciously offering to him.

You both give each other a knowing look as Hwei takes in another deep breath before slowly sinking himself into you. You inhale sharply at his initial entry, feeling his cock stretch you out so perfectly as he inched deeper and deeper until he senses the elation of being fully engulfed by your heat. You feel his tip kiss the deepest parts of you with his bright pink eyes scanning you for signs of pleasure or pain

"You alright..?"

Hwei whispers out through shallow breaths, as he dared not move, his chest strung so tightly awaiting your response. He only allows the tension to dissipate in a long, drawn-out breath once he sees you nod your head and your affirmations to soothe his stressed state.

"Yeah, you're not hurting me Hwei, quite the opposite actually ~"

He then pauses, his face flushed red from your musings, but relieved to hear that you're not in pain. He then relishes in the moment savoring the feeling of you so deliciously warming pulsating length.

"That's good.. but if I may please let me stay like this for a moment, please Y/N..! I've yearned to feel our auras blend.."

Hwei breathed out, leaning down to pull you into a tender embrace, sinking his head into the crook of your neck as he planted soft kisses upon the mark from moments prior. He needed to let the realness of this moment set in, that you were really here, here to stay, and that you were so willingly giving yourself and your love up to him.

You had never felt so loved, so cherished, and so clearly wanted than in this moment, you snake your arms around his slender form that lay hunched over yours with you leaning your head slightly to the side to grant him more access to the sensitive area.

Growing a bit impatient, an idea crosses your mind. A soft sultry chuckle escapes your lips while you languidly wrap your legs around his waist, wanting to see how he would react. Hwei's eyes go wide, his breath hitches with even the slightest of movements sending hot lightning through his veins

"Y-Y/N..! W-what are you-- mmh!!"

You giggle as you watch him stammer through gritted teeth. Your actions took Hwei completely off guard, the sensation of your walls pulling him was irresistible. It was impossible to ignore the instinctual urge to move, to thrust into you like no tomorrow.

"I-I swear you drive me insane..! you feel so good for me..! I need you so badly I--!"

Hwei's hushed words get left behind, biting his lip in a desperate attempt to hold back his needy cries. Unable to help himself from starting to roll his hips against yours, the sensation exponentially better than what his hand could ever provide. The feeling of him perfectly caressing every inch of your interior was irresistible, with the intense pleasure that builds with each of you.

His hands reach down and grip the swell of your hips, in hopes that holding onto you will help him hold on to the last bit of composure that was rapidly slipping through his fingertips. The visionary pulls you in closer to him, his grip gentle, but dripping with need with his long dark hair cascading over you, long since loosened from its normally tied-back state.

The moans you both emit ring through the room like an unholy choir, accompanied by the rhythmic sounds of his hips rutting into you. His fingertips dig deep into your soft flesh, feeling his restraint dissipating every time his cock slipped in and out of you. You feel the ecstasy slowly building with each of Hweis slow sensual movements, only leaving your body to crave

"More..~ Hwei, please..!"

Your desperate cries are like a fire to the tightly strung rope that is Hwei's resolve, causing it to snap. His body shudders, and his erratic breath is hot against your skin, akin to that of an animal in heat. You feel the small gust from how his hands leave your hips and slam themselves into the mattress, locking you between his arms.

Hwei couldn't resist you any longer, the mix of how you were so perfectly fit for him and the sweet melodic sound of your voice begging for more was all too alluring. His hips began to slam into you, his brow beginning to bead with sweat, with his eyes aglow with that same magenta hue from earlier that day, casting an almost obsessive gaze upon your vulnerable form.

You gasp at the rapid change of pace and change in his demeanor, you had never seen Hwei so, determined? No that wasnt it. It was a look of pure possessive obsession. A glint in his eye that made the entirety of your body shiver but not in an unwelcome way. In fact it only excited you as that familiar heat began to pool at the base of your stomach.

His relentless borderline erratic pace only made you mewl and whine out his name while he ignited your senses. Hwei could feel how close he was, the entirety of his body screaming for that release, the only thing he wanted to paint in that moment were the walls so addictively clenching down around him in a brilliant white, your body telling him that your peak was just as close as his.

It took every ounce of strength to keep in the load threatening to spill. Hwei knew of the consequences of what entailed if he truly lost his grip, surrendering to his instincts and emptying himself into you without conscious thought. You weren't helping him any either, your heat sucking him in, pleading for his essence with your body arching at the precise angle. Making him feel like he was practically dripping, his tip brushing against the deepest parts of you

His eyes swirled with glowing golden hues, Hwei softly cups your cheek with a trembling hand, his skin burning against yours from the heated passion, tilting your head to look straight up at him

"Y/N..! My love, I need you to look at me..!"

Hwei mutters out through exacerbated breaths, he needs to burn this moment deep into his memory. You roll your head to lock eyes with him, oh how you look so divine, so full of bliss. You had been left utterly breathless from his touch, and so dangerously close to spilling over.

You can see tears pricking at the corners of his eyes with an expression of pure love and desperation adorning his visage. He slowed his pace whilst steadying his breathing in a feeble attempt to try and compose himself.

" 'm so.. so close..y/n..! Where do you want it..?!"

He choked out, once again pleading for an answer. Your body freezes, momentarily contemplating the situation at hand. You take this to be a moment where you can truly show Hwei how much you love and trust him wholly. You once again wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in tightly against you, grinding your hips against his as you chase the high your bodies both crave mewling out the answer that was clear as day.

" In.. please..! I'm so close too, please I want to feel you release deep inside of me!"

Your words shook him to his core. His heart, mind, and body so overwhelmed by the pure faith and devotion you so easily gave to him that he couldn't help but let a few tears slip. But the way you whined out in congruence with the way you perfectly rolled your hips against his to milk him for every last drop, made his body writhe in ecstasy. Hwei wrapped his arms fully around you, pulling you in close, more than willing to fulfill your wish.

"F-fuck..! I love you..!! So much Y/N..! I'm gonna--!!"

"Me too Hwei Ahh..~!"

Hwei's voice is strained and muffled against your skin. Your vision goes a blinding white as the tidal wave crashes then drowns the both of you in heated extasy. You can't help but cling onto him, crying out his name in turn as you ride out your high, feeling him begin to pump you full of his hot white seed.

Your bodies are both left trembling from the intense satisfaction, letting yourselves pause to indulge in the afterglow. It takes a moment before Hwei finally pulls away from you, letting your mixed essence flow onto his tunic that still lies beneath you and gently laying you back onto the mattress, a cerulean-hued gaze tenderly casting its view onto you with your e/c staring lovingly back.

"See, I know you're not the monster you think you are Hwei, you're so vastly the opposite.."

Reaching up to caress the soft skin of his cheek, pushing away the stray hairs from his face. Hwei leans his head into your palm, nuzzling into its warmth, as he places his hand over yours. Never had he felt so seen, so accepted, and so truly loved than in this moment. He finds it impossible to fight back a few stray tears that fall onto your fingertips, with you gently swiping them away.

"Your words never fail to not only make my heart race but to also put it at ease.."

His raspy voice whispers out to you, the both of you are completely spent, but Hwei knows he can't just leave you like this. He leans in once again, this time to litter kisses all over your glistening skin gently shifting your body to remove his robe from you, taking the time to meticulously wipe you clean with the silken fabric, using whatever is left for himself and tossing it aside, extinguishing the candles in the process. Hwei put a finger to your lips before you could refute a thing

"I'll wash it later don't worry my muse.. but for now, please embrace me while we rest, I'm not ready to be apart from you."

You so willingly fit your form against his, laying your head atop his chest, his body still exceedingly warm from the moments prior but it exudes nothing but comfort. A content sigh leaves his lips whilst he pulls you closer ensuring you're glued to him. Hwei then reaches for the plush blanket draping it over the both of you.

He finds himself slowly stroking the top of your head, with the only thought crossing his mind before the lull of sleep takes over you both being, that there truly can be serenity in vulnerability

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chilchuck tims x reader x laios touden (sfw)

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ੈ♡₊˚•. Sugar Drop

➳❥ Pairing - Hwei x gn! Reader

₊˚♡⋆˚ Summary - The summer you first met Hwei, he was just a handsome stranger to you. But after a week, you'd both become so much more than that.

.°˖✧˚ Content - 2.2k words of fluffy sweetness. A modern AU! summer themed meet-cute for all your romantic and heartfelt needs.

What's more charming than a chance encounter by the seaside with a handsome stranger? Or better yet, a heart fluttering meeting with someone you swear you’d only meet in your dreams?

It’s the tail end of summer when you’re working at your auntie’s café– a quaint little shop on a quiet stretch of beach located away from tourists and frequented primarily by locals of a small seaside town. You’ve been there plenty of times in your childhood on summer breaks between school, so while she’s shorthanded this month, and with an offer of lazy working hours, good pay, and a free room above her café for the two weeks she needs you, who are you to refuse?

Your workdays start in the late morning with the same stream of regulars arriving and it’s not long before you start putting names to faces and faces to drink and pastry orders. Everyone is so friendly too, and something about the sparkling sea in the background and the lazy but calm atmosphere has you wondering if you should settle down here for good.

So imagine your surprise when an unfamiliar face appears in the late afternoon one day– a tall lanky figure with dark hair and a pair of shimmering eyes unlike any you’ve ever seen before in your life. He’s not dressed like a local, that much is painfully clear to you, but you’re busy trying to focus on writing down his order while your mind wanders to daydreaming about a future with this handsome stranger you’ve only just laid eyes on.

“And can I get a name for your order?” you ask.

“Hwei,” he says, and it sounds so beautiful falling from his lips that the corners of your mouth curl up immediately.

He quickly mirrors your smile with a shy one of his own that feels like it’s pulling on your heartstrings, timidly strumming on them before he hastily pulls away to take a seat at a table by the café window overlooking the beach. 

Once his gaze leaves yours, you’re too absorbed in chiding yourself for fantasizing so childishly while you’re on the clock that you don’t notice him stealing glances back at you as he puts his pen to the page of a leather-bound journal cradled in his hands.

It’s the following day at the same time when you grin widely at the sight of him again.

“Have you just moved to the area?” you ask him, hopeful that you’d be seeing him more during your short time serving drinks and sweets by the sea.

“I’m just visiting,” comes his simple reply, but it feels like your heart has just shattered into pieces at a mere three words.

You swallow your disappointment as you offer him a small “I see,” trying to distract yourself from your aching heart as you diligently assemble his order of strawberry lemonade and a square of your auntie’s lemon bars. Maybe the sweetness would help mask the sadness etching its way onto your face.

“... Is there anywhere around town that you’d recommend I visit?” He suddenly asks with a small twinkle in his eyes, and you swear the butterflies in your stomach are threatening to escape through your mouth now.

“I-It’s not a tourist spot, but there’s a retro convenience store a little ways up the road from here. They sell a lot of locally made candies and snacks there,” is what you manage to say.

“I see… Well… I’m not very good with directions…” Hwei’s voice fades away slowly, but his eyes are still trained on you and you can hear him sharply inhale as he lets the last few words die in his throat. For a moment, it feels like he’s giving you a chance to say something, anything, but you can’t tell if it’s just your imagination or your infatuation with this stranger that has you in such a sickly sweet embrace. Maybe it's both.

A quiet stillness hangs in the air above you as you wonder what to say to him. Should you write down the address on a sheet of paper? Or maybe…

“I can show you! I’m actually off soon if you don’t mind waiting!”

You almost want to hide behind the counter and cover your face as the words burst out of your mouth, fluttering around and flailing messily, but his shy smile has you breathless as he nods to your offer.

In a few minutes, you're walking down the street in the golden glow of the afternoon with Hwei by your side while unbeknownst to you, the sea breeze is gently pushing his hand towards yours. He’s a painter, you’ve learned, and he’s taking a week or so off for some inspiration hunting. But just hearing him speak about art and his passions have you thinking back to the feelings that blossomed in your chest when you had your first schoolyard crush years ago. Swept off your feet and with rose tinted lenses on, you used to roll around in bed thinking about a special someone, kicking your legs and giggling to yourself as you fed yourself daydreams and musings before bedtime.

In return, you show him the drink combination you used to love indulging in with your school friends right before summer break– a mixture of slightly sweetened soda and colourful fruit gummies. The convenience store has a large assortment of candies that quickly their appearance in your shopping basket, because “Oh, Hwei, you just need to try them all,” and who was he to deny such a sweet voice?

On the curb outside, you sit side by side as you prepare your childhood potion that contained the laughter of your old friends and the faded amber sunsets of your youth. The brightly coloured candies float slowly in the clear soda, surrounded by flurries of bubbles, and you smile to yourself as you hand over the capped bottle to Hwei, but not before swirling it a few times. Needless to say, your laughter had his heart racing and his mouth running dry while he was left with his hands sticky with sugar as his only proof of being struck by cupid’s arrow. But all the same, he flashed you a tiny grin as he took a sip of the sweet concoction and chewed on the tiny pieces of chewy candy, his face now growing incredibly warm as you shared such a personal and nostalgic memory with him– a stranger.

You send him home that night with a bag of soda and sweets, a dream come true for the child trapped in his adult body, but he can’t help but want to see you, his summertime faerie, again the next day. The longing look in your eyes doesn’t go unnoticed by him either, and it just serves as more fuel for his hungry heart as he nervously asks for the next time you’re free.

The week you spend together in the little seaside town comes and goes, but not too quickly for either of you to not notice the feelings bubbling up in your chests every time you see each other. The attraction is mutual it seems, but neither of you have the courage to say a word about it in fear of reducing your carefully crafted house of cards to sand swept away by the ocean tide.

Now it’s the night before he’s set to leave when you’ve both finished a candlelit dinner by the sea. With your feet in the sand, you pull him along for a leisurely walk along the beach, softly murmuring nonsense about the boring world you’ll go back to once your time working for your auntie ends. Hwei listens, swearing to himself to treasure the little windows into your life you’re opening to him one at a time, little by little, even if he knows this moment won't last long.

Your yawning under the moonlight makes him smile sadly as he realizes it’s finally time to say goodbye to you. The seagulls have turned in for the night, the tide is low, and it's only the two of you left on the dark beach with your fingers intertwined and hidden in the darkness. His hand tugs yours while he guides you back towards the streetlights, back to your auntie’s little café and up the stairs to the small apartment above where you’ve been staying while working there. 

Neither of you say anything as you push the brass key into the keyhole, but the silence is so loud it might as well be singing acapella in an empty concert hall. Your door opens with a deafening creak, and with the lights already on inside, Hwei can see small glimpses into your room– small glimpses of you that you haven’t shown him yet, but glimpses that he so desperately wishes to see despite the fact that you’ve both run out of time. 

Half way through the door, the beating in your chest screams for you to turn around, and you’re met with Hwei’s breathless expression as his eyes gaze upon you once more. It’s so soft, so longing, so desperate as he reaches his arm up to scratch the back of his neck from nervousness.

“I didn’t think I’d enjoy this week as much as I did, truthfully,” he whispers hoarsely, quietly begging for a few extra minutes with you.

“I’m glad to have met you,” is all you can manage to say, and for a split second, he seems content with just having those little words to walk away with.

Another bout of silence washes over the two of you– this time it’s calmer, more somber as you swallow the lump in your throat and quickly throw a glance behind you into your room that would soon serve as the prison separating you from him. Your mind tells you to finally bid him goodbye and shut the door– anything to quickly close this chapter of your dreamy romance, but your heart says otherwise. Because as you stand there, staring into his shimmering eyes that whisper so sweetly to you, you realize that there’s no way you can let the night end without being completely honest with yourself.

And so you step towards him, your legs feeling shaky as your hands rest on his shoulders, gently pulling him towards you. The cool sea breeze aides you in your endeavor, ruffling your hair and caressing your skin, and before you know it, Hwei’s face is closer to yours than you can ever imagine. His eyes are wide, wondering if he himself was dreaming, but you don’t let him wonder for too long before you press a kiss to his lips, soft and fleeting and warmer than the high noon sun. It’s enough to give him a sunburn, but he’d give anything for the kiss to last just a bit longer. But before he can reach his hands out to hold you still, you pull away with a red face, shocked that you gathered up the courage to do such a thing.

Between hurried words of goodbye, you stumble backwards into your room and softly shut the door, finally putting an end to your summer romance while you sink to your knees on the plush carpet to mourn the loss of the handsome stranger who had so easily captured your heart.

Outside, Hwei stands there, stone still as he stares at the door that has now replaced you. After a moment, he shakes his head, his fingertips flying up to his lips that still burn from your touch. And as he painfully makes his way down the stairs away from you, he’s sure, for better or for worse, that even if he’s set to leave this seaside town bright and early tomorrow morning, the memory of you would still be haunting his dreams, just as the taste of your lips plagued his mind– sweeter than sugar and warmer than summer itself.

That night, sleep easily escapes you as you desperately try to chase after it. But no matter how hard you try, it continues to evade you while your thoughts circle around and around and back to the painter who had so gracefully wooed you in a mere seven days. Your mind races and your heart pounds in your ears as you lay tucked in bed, wondering if in another life perhaps you’d be waking up next to his face and carding your fingers through his messy strands of hair basked in the soft glow of dawn. It pains you, and yet it soothes you, so just as you used to snack on daydreams and sweet nothings in your youth before bedtime, now you let yourself fall asleep to the sound of every sugar coated what-if that enters your mind, until at last, sleep finally finds you.

The next day is bittersweet for as you open up the café knowing that it will only be full of strangers now that Hwei is gone. That is, until you step outside to flip the “closed” sign to “open” and you notice a piece of paper taped securely to it. Scrawled in black ink is your name, so neatly penned to perfection that your heart skips a beat and your fingers quickly tear the tape off for the opportunity to quell the aching pain in your chest that screams and wails for the comfort of another.

Beautifully drawn with careful lines is a portrait of yourself staring back at you, inky eyes twinkling up at your shock as adrenaline shoots through your veins and you feel yourself gasping for air. Your eyes scan the page, searching and searching until you come across three words that wink at you, followed by a string of numbers.

“Please call me,” it says. And you've never run to pick up your phone faster.

୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Author's note - I'm in some desperate need for some fluff in my life right now, so enjoy some sugary goodness with this one (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)₊˚⊹♡

#banging my head against the wall #i love him a normal amount #hwei x reader

[purpleph4se]

cw 4 incest (it's not 2 obvious but that is the intention from how it was written), zeke is in his 40s, reader is in her 20s, f!reader, virgin!reader, daddy kink, multiple petnames (sweetheart, princess, baby), zeke calls u "too little" so ddlg type elements?, use of the word "cunny" /// zeke is moderately ooc but idc this is self indulgent <33 /// minors n ageless blogs dni

zeke touches the skin of your inner thighs gently, admiring your delicate skin and how his touches make you shiver.

"what was that you said, sweetheart?" he knows exactly what you said, each syllable searing in his brain, desperate to remember it for the rest of time. he needs to hear it again.

you let out a little "hmph", feeling shy as you're made to repeat yourself. your voice comes out as a whisper, "feels funny... down there..."

"you need daddy to help you?"

you pout and nod, squeezing your thighs together and trapping his hand between them.

his face takes on a wolfish grin, having just heard the answer he was hoping to hear. he doesn't let you see this though, won't let you know that this has been his deepest desire for years now. that he's been craving to feel your tight, warm cunt milking him for all he's worth, despite that nagging voice in the back of his head berating him about how wrong it is.

besides, how could something so beautiful, so precious as yourself, be wrong?

"open your legs back up for me, princess."

you do as he says—as you always do—spreading your legs for him once again.

they aren't spread quite as wide as he'd like, so he nudges slightly at your knee, making extra space for his hand to slide down to the gusset of your soft purple panties. he places his fingers against it, then laying his palm flat on the skin just above your slit, cupping you for a moment, his tongue rolling against the roof of his mouth instinctively as he feels how hot you are.

"oh, sweet girl... you really need daddy's help don't you?"

he feels you clench when he asks his question, and you can feel tears starting to pool at your lower lash line, giving him another nod, "mhm."

"it's alright, 'm gonna take care of it. gonna take care of you."

he reaches his free hand down and wraps his arm around your waist before he finally starts playing with you, his middle finger tracing up your slit with feather-light motions.

your eyes flutter shut as you press your head back against his chest, quiet whimpers and hitched breaths falling out of you in tandem with your tears. a wet patch starts to form in your panties, the feeling of your arousal against his fingertip only encouraging zeke's teasing touches. as he continues, your hips gradually start rocking against his finger, another sight zeke has only pictured in his darkest fantasies, in the latest of hours.

you reach down to grab his wrist coyly, blinking up at him.

he looks down at you, still swiping his finger up your increasingly wet slit.

"dada... need more."

he shushes you, hooking your ankles over his legs, "what do good girls say?"

"p-please?"

he hums in approval, taking his hand away from your crotch only to snake it down past the waistband of your panties, his middle fingertip now ghosting over your clit.

you do your best to press your hips up into his touch again, but he holds you down tighter with his other arm. "be patient, let me give you what i know you need. you're too little to decide what you need."

your lip starts to quiver, but you make a hushed noise of acceptance.

zeke smiles at you, looking calm and kind but feeling nothing short of devious. its then he starts to tap the pad of his finger against your clit, pleased with himself as your breath starts to stutter loudly.

it's not long before he dips his finger down, though, scooping up your arousal before rubbing it in tight circles on your clit.

"cunny's so drippy... makin' such a mess." he sounds so calm despite the growing tightness in his pants, his cock pressing against the small of your back.

your legs start to shake again, unable to clamp together as his legs pin your own open. you hold tighter at his wrist, your fingernails digging into his skin.

"daddy, feels funny again..."

"i know, i know... you're doing such a good job."

you start to panic a little as he seemingly ignores your concerns, still rubbing never-ending spirals into your bundle of nerves. you go to open your mouth to repeat yourself, but all that comes out is an emphatic moan as you start to cum. your muscles contract, causing you to twitch intensely against him as you cry out.

he holds you tight to his chest, still moving his finger against you, his pace and pressure lessening.

"there you go... it's okay, you're okay."

tears fall down your heated cheeks as you come down from your orgasm, still gripping at his arm as you use him to tether yourself to reality.

zeke wants to fuck you, he really does, but given your reaction to just the touch of his fingers, he reluctantly decides to give you a break for the night, electing on treating you to his cock another time. likely tomorrow, he thinks.

instead, he pulls his hand out of your underwear and moves his fingers to his lips, sucking your juices off of them with a satisfied sound. he closes his eyes for a moment to bask in your taste, tongue peeking out to lick his lips before opening his eyes again. he sees you looking up at him, head tilted in curiosity, and he smiles.

"as sweet as you."

#LAWWWDDD #i’m going to hell #zeke yeager x reader

[purpleph4se]

You're such a tease

✮ PARING Genji Shimada × Reader, Hanzo Shimada × Reader, Cole Cassidy × Reader, Niran Pruksamanee × Reader, Ramattra × Reader, Mauga Malosi × Reader

✮ WARNINGS/TAGS cockwarming (as teasing), 18+, gender neutral reader (no genitalia mentioned), mdni, nsfw

✮ SUMMARY They react to your teasing/punishment

✮ A/N Hey, apologies for not being active, I won't lie this year and the last few months have been terrible and my mental was (and perhaps still is) in shreds. I will try my best to take care of the requests I got, because I don't want any of you to wait any longer. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Genji Shimada 

⟡ Genji is collected until instead of just cockwarming him, start moving your hips. The subtle movement cause his cock to twitch, but he still does his best to act like nothing is happening

⟡ Soon enough his hands find their on hips, gently squeezing them, as if asking for something more. Genji won't speak up unless he really has to, but once he does it's just quiet pleads, asking if you can finally move, because he needs you

Hanzo Shimada

⟡ Hanzo like Genji acts like he's collected, but you can see clearly that he's turning into a mess. The light blush, his breath becoming heavier. No matter how much he tries to hide it under his grumpy expression, you can see right through him

⟡ When you decide to tease him a bit more, moving slightly, you hear a soft gasp from him. He does his best to keep a frown on his face, but you moving more makes him moan. On the inside he gets for you to stop playing him

Cole Cassidy

⟡ Cole is unphased, the same smug smile face as he feels the familiar tightness around him. But soon enough, just a little movement has him shivering. Already using nicknames on you and trying to gently move

⟡ He can't help, but bite his lip, looking into your eyes as he tries to convince you to do what he wants

Niran Pruksamanee 

⟡ Niran is flirty from the start, giving you little touched here and there to convince you to give into his wants. His touches as always are subtle and delicate. His plan is to seduce you

⟡ When he feels you move, he can't help, but whimper quietly, quietly begging for you to keep moving your hips like that

Ramattra 

⟡ He doesn't understand the meaning of this, until you move slightly and all of his sensors are on fire. He almost jumped, already starting to feel overwhelmed. You swear you can see steam coming off him

⟡ Ramattra is not the one to beg, he himself shifts ever so slightly to get that tiny amount of friction. Hearing you complain about him moving, he will come up with so excuse that his cables are getting tangled up and he's just trying to prevent that from happening

Mauga Malosi

⟡ Will act unfazed, but soon is frustrated by the lack of friction. But soon enough he groans and growls your name, holding you in place as adjusts

⟡ He usually doesn't beg, he never gets, but if it’s the way for him to get what he wants - he will beg. He bites his lip and looks right into your eyes as he does so, hoping it would be enough. Obviously it's not, so he buries his face in your neck and whispers pleads into it, sending shivers down your spine

#lawwdddd #hanzo x reader #lifeweaver x reader

[purpleph4se]

Can I request headcanons or a scenario for Reader (pick a gender, idc) giving V a handjob? Just holding him close, somewhere safe in some nice + safe bolt hole somewhere in Red Grave city, listening to him moan (and maybe talk? If he can talk while getting off) while Reader gets him off? Please, his voice is so pretty, he'd sound so nice 😍 And he deserves to feel good 💜

Lineaments of Gratified Desire: V x G/N Reader

Minors DNI; FOR 18+ ONLY!

Seriously, go away; go read some fluff or angst or something.

SUMMARY:

     Despite V’s physical limitations and condition, the fragile man has saved you on more than one occasion from certain death. Today, you decided to repay his kind deeds.

BEGINNING NOTES:

Requested 10th June 2023 by Saiyanblood2 on Tumblr :))))

🛏️📔🛏️ Submissive V x G/N reader Fluff..? If you squint Smut Handjob; V receiving 📔🛏️📔 🟪Takes place during DMC 5 🟪The reader is a demon hunter who works with the DMC. 🟪The reader uses Gilgamesh and Revenant. 🟪Quick reminder that “sword” sizes are found in the character's H/C chapter (Linked here) 🟪I haven’t finished “Visions of V” yet (not very good at reading things and I haven’t had much time/motivation to do so no Vergil joke intended lmfao) but I’m like 99% sure that this conflicts with that, sorry. 🟪Yes, I know that jumping from a window you should do like a parachute roll or whatever it’s called; just let me have this lmao 🟪Bagheera is the name of the jaguar from “Jungle Book” which I’ve never seen, if I’m honest. But! I feel like Dante and Vergil would’ve seen it as kids since the movie was made in 1967 and they were born in 1980. (I use Bagheera in here and I figure I should explain it lol) 🟪Boxer briefs (as far as I am aware) usually have a zipper fly; so V’s do as well. 🟪This is my first time writing (and acknowledging) that I h/c V to have an uncut dick. It might be a bit rough; sorry. (Fun fact: I also h/c Vergil and Dante to also have uncut dicks lmao)

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     “So,” Nero mindlessly wandered around the interior of the van, waiting for Nico to finish her work, “You and V, huh?”

     As you adjusted Gilgamesh’s gauntlets and furrowed your brow, responding without looking up, “What about V and me?”

     Leaning against the inner wall of the van, Nero stuck his hand in his jeans pocket in an attempt to act casual, “You two a thing?”

     “Wh-what?” A flustered expression adorned your features as you slowly panned up to meet Nero’s curious gaze.

     “Come on,” he gave a playful smirk, leaning forward slightly, “You can--”

     A loud southern-accented voice cut him off from the back of the van, “He an’ I got a bet if y’all are fuckin’ or not.”

     “If we’re…” You slowly blinked, processing what was said, “V and I are not-” Putting your hands up, you shook your head, “We aren’t anything or doing anything.”

     Nico clicked her tongue in disappointment while Nero pumped his fist with a quiet, “Yes!”

     Rolling her eyes, Nico pulled a wad of cash from her back pocket, counting out what looked like ten dollars. Nero strolled over to her workbench, a smug grin plastered on his face. In an almost exaggerated manner, he snatched the money from her and tucked it in his duffle bag, which was neatly placed underneath the couch.

     A squeak of the van door caught everyone’s attention, V looked around for a moment before his gaze fixated on you, “Pardon my late arrival, I was… busy.”

     You smiled and took a few steps to stand closer to him, “It’s alright; it was nice having a break for a few minutes.”

     Nero raised a brow, “You guys are already heading out?” 

     With a nod, you turned to address the pair, “Just a quick sweep of the next dozen or so blocks; we shouldn’t be long.”

     “Uh-huh,” the white-haired man took a deep breath, shaking his head with a small smile, “You’re gonna burn yourself out again; gotta sleep at some point.”

     He tossed you Revenant which you caught and slid in the holster on your lower back, “I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Besides,” you took a deep breath and sighed, “the city’s not gonna clear itself.”

     Making a phone call motion with her hand, Nico spoke, “Keep in touch, hun.”

     With a playful sarcastic wink you gave her double finger guns, “Will do babe,” the two of you shared a laugh before you addressed V, who, unbeknownst to you, hadn't stopped staring at you, “Ready?”

     “Of course,” he pivoted around, opening and holding the door open, “I’ll follow your lead.”

     With departing waves, you stepped out the door, V following suit. A warmth found its way to your face as you smiled as you walked side-by-side; a comforting silence settling between you. Despite only knowing V briefly, you had grown quite fond of the lithe man. The way he treated you and spoke to you was so different compared to the roughness of both Dante and Nero that it made his first meeting with you stick out like a sore thumb. 

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    It had only been a week or so after the Qliphoth had appeared.

    After only God knows how long, you had taken some vacation time and left the city. Upon hearing the news about the outbreak, you immediately turned around and put your holiday on hold. This wouldn't have been too big of a deal if not for the unbelievably high amount of military checkpoints you had to go through; re-explaining that you work as a devil hunter and your employer had been asked to help handle the situation. It was monotonous, to say the least.

    Not to mention that Nico, Nero, and the client--whom you hadn't met yet--were on the complete opposite side of the city.

    An exasperated sigh left your lips as you kicked a rock using Gilgamesh's boots. It had been nearly 72 hours since you'd slept, eaten, or had any sort of significant source of water. Exhausted didn't even come close to explaining how you felt.

    Thankfully, life decided to throw you a bone and you stumbled upon a relatively un-damaged apartment complex. Not passing up the chance, you headed straight inside and cleared out the first and second floor: given it was only lower-level demons like Empusas. One of the second-floor rooms had a door still attached and a corpse-free bed. Quietly shutting the door, you flopped onto the bed.

    Even with you sleeping with one eye open, you were jumped by a demon that you hadn't heard. It was a Nobody and by the time you got your arms up to block, it was too late to ground yourself. The demon smacked you out the room's window.

    Landing on your feet, Gilgamesh took the brunt of the fall; however, it still sent a shocking pang of pain up your body. Crumpling over on yourself, you grumbled some obscenities before returning upright. Your eyes settled on a newly formed horde and you put your hands up, ready to fight.

    The extent of your exhaustion was becoming evident as you threw sloppy punches and were only able to kick half as high as normal. Despite this, you still managed to clear the demons... or so you thought.

     An icicle from a Baphomet nicked your bicep causing you to hiss in pain. Placing a gauntlet over the torn flesh, you spun around to see the demon which was floating right out in the open. Though it was a stupid move, you spirited straight at the icy demon, avoiding all manner of magical attacks.

    Using Gilgamesh's saws on your boots, you sprung upwards and drilled up into its brain with the gauntlets; killing it. Smiling to yourself, you landed and shook the corpse from your hand.

    Your hair stood on end and your expression fell.

    Slowly pivoting around, you came face to face with a trio of Hell Judeccas. As you waited with bated breath for one of them to move, you felt the blood from your wound glide down and drip off your fingers. The Baphomet was a challenge enough right now; so this fight would most likely end poorly for you. Death was almost a guarantee and there wasn't even anyone around to see it.

    Taking a deep breath, you took off towards the demons and dodged two sets of blades that were sent straight at you by sliding on your knees. Pulling Revenant from its place on your back, you shot at them, praying that you hit at least one. However, you weren't so lucky and they all moved or teleported out of the way.

    Quickly getting to your feet, you readied for another attack when a strange cat-like snarl from behind you caught you off guard. The supposed source of the sound, a large black jaguar, darted passed you and attacked the opposing creatures.

     Then a shrill cackle came from behind in the same direction, quickly approaching and flying over you, “Ha! Bagheera was right, I’ll be damned.”

    Confusion set in as you watched with mouth slightly agape at the demons being shredded by, what you could only assume to be, more demons.

     “ “The most sublime act is to set another before you. / If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.”.” A low sultry voice from behind you caught your attention, turning slightly; attempting to keep an eye on both the demons and the new voice.

     “Who-?” 

     You froze, your already pounding heart picking up a few extra paces at the sight. Though Dante had called you and given you a small description of the newest client of (The) Devil May Cry, you hadn’t expected him to look like this. 

     He slowly walked past you, sliding the well-kept brown pleather and golden accented book into his, rather promiscuous, leather jacket. When you turned back around to face the demons, the amount of confusion you had only tripled. The two animals had taken care of the three Hell Judeccas, all looking oddly de-saturated and on the verge of death. The gaunt tattooed stranger, using his cane, swept up one of the large demon’s sets of blades and swung them around, slicing it in half. He repeated the action but was able to kill the final two in one combined swing. 

     All you could muster was a confused open-mouthed huff. 

     The large hawk addressed the raven-haired man, “Well that was fun.”

     Rolling his eyes, the man sighed and turned his attention to the jaguar. The large cat had begun to creep up to you; not in a threatening way but rather, what appeared to be, a curious one.

     Just as it got within an arm's length from you, the man placed his cane down using it to support himself, and simply said, “To me.”

     Both animals returned to him and quickly disappeared into the man, causing more blackened ink to appear on his pallid skin. 

     “Are you alright?” His eyes focused on you.

     “I-” You closed your eyes and rapidly shook your head, rationalizing that his animals weren't real, thinking it was caused by your delirious state, “I’m fine; thanks for the help.”

     A warm smile pulled at his plush lips, “The boy asked me to keep an eye out for someone who looks an awful lot like you,” he gestured with his eyes down to Gilgamesh, “and would have that devil arm.”

     You laughed softly, “Nero’s actually here, huh?”

     “He is, however, we parted ways after stopping in that woman’s loud van.”

     “Nico’s here too?” Shaking your head you looked down with raised brows, “Man, the whole crew’s out here.,” You looked back up, “What about Dante or the ladies? They out here too?”

     His smile faded, “No, I’m afraid that they are more than likely dead at this point.”

     “Dead? Surely you’re kidding.”

     With a flat mouth, he broke his gaze away for a moment, “No. Sorry to relay such bitter news upon our first meeting.”

     Grinding your teeth in thought and moving your jaw back and forth, you stood thinking for a moment, “So it’s just Nico, Nero, me, and--?”

     “Call me V,” the lithe man took a few strides closer to you, standing comfortably close.

     “So you are the client then?”

     V nodded, “Yes, that is correct.”

     “Man,” you gestured with one hand up and down his body, the other hand resting on your hip, “Wish we had customers like you more often,” for better or for worse, you spoke your mind, “cause damn you’re-- wow.”

     He looked down, hiding the slight pink on his face at the comment, and laughed, “You’re much more blunt than the others led me to believe.”

     A wide smile stretched across your face, emphasizing the bags under your bloodshot eyes, which V finally noted, “Just callin’ it like I see it, V.”

     “May I do the same?”

     Putting your arms up, you cracked your shoulders as you responded, “Sure.”

     “You need rest.”

     Putting your arms down with a heavy sigh, “It’s that obvious, huh?”

     V laughed slightly, “Just calling it as I see it,” slowly, he began to walk back the way he’d come from, “We aren’t far from Nico, I'm sure you could rest up there.”

     Happily, you turned to follow him, “I’ll follow your lead.”

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     “What’s with that expression Wanderer?” V raised a brow, his voice pulling you from your thoughts.

     “Oh!” With an embarrassed smile, you placed a hand on the back of your neck, “Just got lost in thought, sorry.”

     “May I ask what you were thinking so intensely about?” He shifted slightly, allowing Shadow to take a break from traveling, and began supporting himself with his cane causing the two of you to move slower.

     “Just thinking about our first time, that’s all.”

     A breathy sultry laugh left his lips, “ Our first time? Well now, I didn’t take you to be such a bold flirt today.”

     “Wh-huh?” Replaying the conversation, your eyes went wide and you turned to him, doing your best to not trip as you continued walking, “No no- I didn’t-- that wasn’t-”

     V laughed again, eyeing you up and down from the corner of his eye with a smirk, “Right, pardon my assumption.”

     You stared with parted lips momentarily before returning to face the correct way, lips pursed and cheeks unbearably hot. Nervousness settled like a brick in your gut as you watched the ground in front of you, causing you to miss the fact V was staring at you with half-lidded eyes. 

     Mindlessly playing with his teeth with his tongue, he debated whether to tease you any further about what was said; ultimately he decided to drop it. In truth, however, the lithe man was a bit disappointed that you weren’t thinking about the idea of being with him as he had thought about many times before. V felt almost guilty about the intense lust he felt for you.

     The raven-haired poet was unquestionably, unfathomably, undeniably, in love with you--even if he has only known you for a short time. V was certain that he wanted to be with you for the rest of this lifetime and, what could be argued to be, his next; in whatever way you’d have him. Whether it was just as colleagues, friends, or lovers; it didn’t matter, he needed you in his life. 

     His grip tightened on his cane, realizing that Vergil may end up pushing you away, despite the pronounced dependency on you. You were like a rich dark sweet wine that he was unable to put down and wanted to do nothing but sip upon you till the end of time itself. A low sigh left his nose, secretly praying that he was wrong about how things would be when all was said and done. 

     “V?” Your voice was quiet as you adjusted Gilgamesh for the umpteenth time, “Can I ask you something?”

     “Of course,” he straightened upright, holding the cane horizontally, gloved fingers wrapping around the blade.

     “When this is all over, could we…” You paused for a moment, “stay in contact?”

     “Do you want to?”

     Sheepishly, you nodded.

     V smirked, “Then of course we can.”

     Your eyes flicked up to meet his unwavering gaze, smiling brightly at him, “Thanks.”

     “Perhaps, if you’d like, we could consider some other things as well.”

     “O-other things?” A shake had found its way to your words as you waited with bated breath for his answer.

     However, he didn’t answer, instead, he gave a low chuckle and turned his gaze from you, gesturing with his cane, “It seems we have work to do,” he put the metal back down and leaned on it again.

     A heavy sigh left your lips and, without a second thought, you took off toward the horde.

     Not hearing V calling out for you to stop.

     Out of the corner of your eye, you saw fast almost unplaceable movement. Although you went to bring your gauntlets up as fast as possible, you were unable to make the time gap. Except when you opened your eyes, instead of a big demon skewering you through your middle, you were on your ass and V was lying on top of you. His arms wrapped around your hips with his face right underneath your navel, face down and breathing heavily.

     Before you could ask, a familiar squawking voice chimed in, “Aw, how romantic; Romeo can sure as hell hustle when he needs to,” the bird let out a laugh.

     A snarl left Shadow’s maw, seemingly annoyed at the lack of help from Griffon. 

     “Yeah. Yeah. I’m on it,” Griffon returned to the fight, leaving you to assist V up.

     Slowly, he picked his head up enough to look at you, emerald eyes holding a heavy unplaceable emotion. Heat quickly filled your face at the realization of the position you were in which didn’t go unnoticed by the raven-haired man. Without moving too much, V snapped his fingers causing his hair to go white and the last of his tattoos to dissipate. 

     “Are you alright?” You propped yourself up with one arm and used the other to cautiously tuck his hair back, resting an armoured palm on his cheek. 

     “Mmn,” he paused in thought, enjoying the feeling of your touch, “If you are then I am.”

     A corner of your mouth twitched up slightly, “I’m alright; thank you.”

     He took a deep breath in response, resisting the urge to place his face back down against your abdomen. Though all good things come to an end he knew he had to get up. With a grunt, he pushed up and sat up in a kneel, one knee up for him to push off of. However, you were quick to your feet and offered a hand instead, which he graciously accepted. 

     “I’ve got this,” you squeezed his hand before letting go, “Don’t worry about it.”

     Not giving him time to banter or reject your offer, you took off and finished off whatever half-dead demons were strewn about. 

     It didn’t take long for the horde to disappear into nothing but blood and gore. Admittedly, V always enjoys watching you work--especially with hand-to-hand weapons. Whether it is a holdover from Vergil’s distaste for guns or if it is because of the innate sensual nature of the style; he couldn’t help but find it arousing. The way you seemed to show off for him was just a cherry on top. 

     There was something in the way you pranced around that he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by. With all of this considered, V was struggling to not become visibly excited and, much to his dismay, was starting to lose the fight. 

     Once the demons were dead, you waltzed over to V and carefully grabbed his arm, tugging slightly, “Come with me.”

     “Is something the matter, Wanderer?” The lithe man’s hair returned to its dark shade as Nightmare faded from sight.

     You shook your head, flashing him a closed-eye smile, “Nope; just trust me, V.”

     He swallowed hard and nodded, “Very well, lead on.”

     A confused tilt adorned his brow as he tried to piece together what you were doing-- or planning. It wasn’t long before the two of you reached the destination you wanted, a mostly intact hotel. 

     “Could you leave Griffon and Shadow out here, please?” You turned to him, stopping in front of the entrance. 

     His gaze thinned, “May I ask why?”

     “Last time I went into one of these, I got attacked and thrown out a two-story window,” you gave him a falsely doe-eyed smile, “Figure they could be our lookout for a little bit--just until we’re done.”

     V wanted to push for a better answer, knowing that made no sense; however, his curiosity got the better of him and, deciding to play along, summoned both familiars. 

     “Stay here, we will be back shortly-”

     Griffon immediately turned to you, laughing with a slightly impudent attitude to his words, “Be careful with him, don’t need him dying of a heart attack-”

     You laughed, cutting the bird off, “I’ll take care of him; I promise.”

     With that, the two of you disappeared into the building. 

     “I’m going to scout ahead a bit; okay?” You let go of his arm, making V ever-so-slightly frown.

     “Sure.”

     As you went on, V’s eyes quickly drifted to your hips. Lewd thoughts echoed in his mind as he watched you seemingly bounce down the hall, peeking into each room with just the right amount of lean forwards so that he got a perfect view of your body. Each stride of yours had this certain flaunting nature to it as if you were purposefully taunting him. 

     Reaching the final room on the first floor, you decided to head in. Though no one else was aware, you’d already surveyed this building earlier and cleared out every demon within; meaning only small fries--like Empusas--would be here, if at all. This room was the closest to normal there was, having almost zero damage. 

     The room was relatively large; the bathroom was to the left of the doorway and the rest of the room to the right. The bedding was still neatly tucked, the faucet still ran, and there was even a radio with quite an array of classical CDs. 

     You made your way over to said radio with a hum, bending over at the waist to rummage through the music.

     V joined you in the room, looking around in slight confusion before his gaze settled on you again. A sway had found its way to your hips and, despite your flustered and nervous feeling, you smirked. You knew he was looking at you; confirming your hunch about his oddly vague words. 

     Eventually settling on a random assortment of Tchaikovsky's work, you slowly stood upright and placed the disc in the player with a half-surprised laugh at the fact it still worked. When you turned around, a wide-eyed stare was all you could give to V, who was shifting awkwardly and avoiding your eyes. Though you’d hope some light teasing would get him in the mood, you hadn’t expected him to get so hard so quickly.

     Without a word to him, you slipped past him and into the bathroom. Carefully, you placed Gilgamesh’s gauntlets and Revenant on the countertop then washed your hands, using the soap left in the dispenser. Returning to the room while drying your hands, you meandered toward the extremely confused horny goth. 

     As you discarded the towel, V finally spoke up, “Wanderer, what are we doing here?”

     “Well,” you gently grabbed the open of his jacket, a hand on each side, thumbing over the black leather, “After how many times you’ve saved me, I figure that it’s about time you get a reward.”

     His eyes flicked all around your face then down to your forearms, resting his cane against a nearby wall. Cautiously, V snaked his arms around your back and pulled you tight to him, “A reward ?”

     “Yeah,” you leaned closer and placed your nose beside his, lips just barely apart, speaking with a whisper, “If you’re interested…”

     Closing the gap, V leaned into you for both support and to deepen the kiss. An icy hand slid up your back, gracefully dancing across your still-clothed skin, and came to rest on the back of your neck. Your hands slid down his sides, coming to rest at his belt line, hooking your forefingers into the loops of his ever-tightening skinny jeans. 

     Switching to long drawn-out heated kisses, V squirmed under your touch as he felt you pull his hips into yours. Breaking away for a moment, the two of you stayed close, breathing heavily in content. A smirk pulled at his lips as he moved to kiss your up jawline, taking his time, making his way to your earlobe, tugging on it with a bite. 

     V rested with the side of his face against yours. The hand from your neck made its way to your upper back and, mindlessly, the thin man began to sway with you, enjoying the music and relaxing in the moment. You could feel his heart racing from just his chest resting against yours; no wonder Griffon gave you shit about V having a heart attack. 

     Bit by bit your hands left his jeans and went to his corset, undoing the already loose strings further. Taking the hint, V let go of you and removed his jacket then his corset; being tossed onto the bed and floor, respectively. A small huffed moan left his lips as he watched your hands grope up and down his torso.

     “Wanderer…” His voice was low, but brimming with an unmistakable lust.

     Resting your hands on the sides of his hips, you stood for a moment. A smirk tugged at your lips as you watched his chest rise and fall with each breath. Leaning closer, you placed a kiss at the crook of his shoulder, followed by a soft bite. V submissively tilted his head away from you, giving you more access to his neck. A smile tugged at your lips as you placed tender kisses, and the occasional bite, along his cold skin. A hand slid to the front of his jeans, finally, your touch wasn’t to just tease him. 

     V placed his hands on your sides, holding you closer, pursed lips hiding a groan that hung in the back of his throat. Though he knows it’s a bit pathetic, just feeling your hand against his cock was proving to be somewhat of a challenge for the inexperienced man to not prematurely finish. 

     Using both hands, you went to remove his belt, before stopping. V’s swaying had become much more pronounced--not having a means of support other than you. 

     You whispered against his neck, “Why don’t we sit down, hm?”

     V, much to your surprise, seemed to stumble over his thoughts, “Any par- particular position?”

     Fully leaning back, you grabbed his hand and guided him to the bed, “Get up here-- do you need help?”

     He gave a nasally laugh, “No, I am alright,” he crawled up onto the bed, kneeling with his knees both on the bed, “Now what?”

     Without answering, you climbed atop the mattress as well, sitting with your back nearly against the headboard, and patted your thighs. Understanding what you wanted, V sat on your lap facing you, wrapping his legs behind you.

     “You’re beautiful, V,” reaching up, you moved a strand of hair from the front of his face, tucking it behind his ear, and leaned in close, speaking right above his lips, “So very beautiful.”

     The gap quickly closed between you and V’s hands cupped your jaw, thumbs rubbing against your cheeks. Your hands went back to work on his belt, making him shift slightly. Feeling that you had the belt fully undone, his lips left yours, and he moved back just enough to look you in the eyes. With kiss-swollen lips slightly agape, V swallowed hard as he heard you unbutton his jeans. 

     Slowly, methodically, you unzipped the fly on his jeans, making sure to note every little micro-movement V made. This had been something you’d wanted for a long time and you were going to make sure to enjoy every last bit. When you finally broke from his gaze to look down, you raised a brow.

     Nervousness pooling in his gut, V noticed your expression, “Is- is something wrong, love?”

     A wide smile tugged at your lips, “No- not at all,” trying to hold back a laugh you looked back up at him, “It's just, with the rest of your outfit, I honestly expected you to be wearing a thong or g-string; not boxer briefs.”

     V let out a laugh of relief, “I see; I-” A stifled moan cut his words short. 

     Resting your hand on the inner side of his thigh, you started to slowly run the side of your thumb up and down his bulge.

     Heavy exhales left his nose as he watched your hand and he moved his hands to the outsides of your shoulders.

     Out of the corner of your eye, you saw V’s coat on the bed and got a wicked idea, “You know V,” your motions slowed even further causing him to let out a small huff of disappointment, “I really like your voice…”

     His brow twitched slightly, attempting to figure out what you had in store, “Is that right?”

     Carefully, you reached over to his jacket, grabbed his book from an inner pocket, and then handed it to him, “Why don’t you read me something, hm?”

     “Is there a particular poem you’d like?” The prized item was held between you both, the top of it resting gently against your chest.

     You shook your head, “Whatever you think fits best.”

     As he flipped through the book, you resumed your touch. With eyes trained on his crotch, you unzipped the boxer’s fly and heard his page-turning falter slightly. Slipping his cock out into the open air, V let out a small moan, a page pinned between his forefinger and thumb.

     “Now, now, V.” You looked up at him from the tops of your eyes, “You stop, I stop; got it?”

     He pursed his lips and then nodded, continuing with his search. There was a visible shake to his hands as he did his best to play along. Ghosting your fingers along his shaft, you noticed that he had pre-cum already dribbling from his tip and he was heavily twitching; apparently, he was much more sensitive than you’d expected. 

     Rolling his foreskin back slightly, you thumbed over his tip. His page-turning had stopped again, and you hummed slightly, “Find one?”

     With a slightly strained voice, he nodded, “Y-yes, I,” he moaned as you lightly wrapped a hand around his shaft, closing his eyes he continued, “I found something suitable.”

     “Good,” you brought your thumb to your lips and put it in your mouth, cleaning the digit, “The floor is yours,” V’s eyes flicked to you, watching you mindlessly roll your tongue over your lips, and his blush deepened tenfold. 

     A shaky breath left his mouth as he focused on the page before him, “ “What is it men in women do require? / The l-lineaments of Gratified Desire.”.”

     Spitting into your palm, you once again wrapped a hand around his shaft. With slow lazy pumps, you noted the feeling of his cock in your hand. Eyes flicking between his face and dick.

     V’s brow twitched as he let out a hissing groan, “ “Wh-what is it women do in men require? / The lineaments of Gr-gratified Desire.”,” The raven-haired man’s hips unintentionally jerked slightly at the feeling of you putting your forefinger and thumb tips together, encircling his cock, and gently pulling up on his tip. 

     He hunched forwards slightly, his hair falling in front of his eyes, “ “The look of love alarms / Because ’tis f-fill’d with fire; / But the look of s-soft de-deceit- / Shall Win the love-lover’s hire” Ngh-ah~”     The fragile man’s legs constricted your middle ever tighter with each passing moment. Returning to stroking his entire length, you slowed down; not wanting him to finish quite yet. 

     Lips trembling, he continued, “ “S-soft Deceit & Idleness, / These ar-are Beauty’s sweetest dress. He--” 

     A sustained groan left his lips as he leaned forwards even more, placing the top of his head against your lips, which you placed a loving kiss upon, “ “He who binds to himself a- a joy / Dot the winged life d-destroy;”.”

     V bucked his hips slightly upwards, desperate for more friction, speaking with a whimpering moan, “Please, Wanderer, I can’t-”

     Whispering against him, you slowed your motions even further, “You’re almost done, my love… finish it for me; please?”

     Taking a stuttering inhale through his nose and low breathy exhale from his mouth, he licked his lips before continuing, “ “But he who ki-kisses the joy as it flies / Live in Eternity’s sun-sunrise.” Ah-ah~”

     Quickening your hand even faster than before, you placed another elongated kiss against his hair, “Good boy.”

     Tossing the book from his hands V sat upright. Icy fingers wrapped around the back of your neck and gripped the side of your shoulder. The raven-haired man began to thrust his hips into your hand, practically riding your thighs. 

     You smirked and leaned in to place kisses on his collarbones, “I love you, V.”

     “I- Uh-ah~,” another loud noise came from the man as he felt you add you use his pre to slick his cock even more, “I love you too, Wanderer.”

     You upturned your face slightly, kissing his throat up to the underside of his jaw, a confident purr to your words, “You gonna cum for me, V~?”

     The frantic shifting of his hands to cup the sides of your face gave you your answer. V guided your face up to his and placed his forehead against yours. 

     “Please,” his voice was soft and pleading, his mind a hazy lust-filled mess that was unable to come up with any other words. 

     Upon using one hand to stroke him and the other to play with his tip, you felt his thigh muscles tighten and his fingers dig into you. He pushed his lips onto yours, kissing you as if he were never going to be able to again. His hands wandered down your body, groping at your clothes.

     Balling up your shirt in his hands from his grip, he broke off the kiss, a string of saliva connecting you momentarily. The skinny man leaned back and arched his body into yours. 

     He let out a final full-mouthed moan and bucked his hips one last time as his body tensed. 

     Warm silky white fluid decorated your hands as you slowly rode out his orgasm. A feeling of pride filled your heart as you made sure to etch the sight before you into your mind. 

     V’s skin had completely lost all of the inky patches and his chest was heaving. With how far he arched back, you could see the underside of his ribs and the prominent hip dips on each side. You watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he audibly swallowed a few times. 

     After a moment, he leaned back towards you. 

     Ghostly white hair fell in front of his flushed features as V’s eyes met yours. A small smile found its way to his lips and the two of you shared one more kiss. This time, however, it wasn’t lustful but a sweet loving gesture. With slow long kisses, V placed a forefinger under your jaw. Upon breaking away, you both shared a breathy satisfied huff and he slid his hand to cup your cheek, thumbing over your skin.

     “So,” you relaxed into his touch, “Are we getting attacked or something?” His brow twitched in confusion, “Your hair.”

     “Did I really..?” he leaned away and focused on the strands in front of his eyes which were slowly returning to black, “That’s… I didn’t know that would happen; how strange.”

     You removed your hands and looked at them, a slight playful teasing to your voice, “Little pent up there V?”

     Although you weren’t complaining, V had cum quite a lot harder than you’d expected and made a mess between both of you. 

     With an embarrassed laugh, he turned from your gaze, and rested his hands on his thighs, “Perhaps it is because you are so important to me…” V didn’t want to admit that he hadn’t even tried to masturbate while in this form--not to mention that Vergil hadn’t done anything like that in over twenty years. 

     Humming quietly along to the long-forgotten music, you brought your hand up to your mouth and cleaned it off. V’s eyes immediately flicked to you and he stared at you wide-eyed. Slowly, your eyes drifted to his as you continued. 

     When you went to give your other, less coated hand, the same treatment, you noticed something else and raised your brows in surprise, “That was a quick turnaround.”

     The tattooed man looked down and then back at you, “It’s not my fault you are so… appealing to me,” once more, he leaned his forehead against yours, “Wanderer.”

     “Mnm, well then,” you placed a long kiss against his lips, biting his lower lip after, “Guess my work isn’t done then, hm?”

     “Your work?” V backed away and removed his legs from your waist, running a hand down your middle, resting it just above your hip line, “If it’s all the same to you, this time, I’d much rather be the one to play.”

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ENDING NOTES: Not me having no clue how to end this lmfao 🛏️📔🛏️ Been a long time since I’ve tried to write V lol I really should write him more Also hope that this was close enough to the request. I just kind of ran with the flow so it’s not exactly the same--the poem reading isn’t really what was asked but I figured it was close enough. Another thing, sorry for the improper dividing of dialogue trees when V’s reading. It was too chaotic for me to feel comfortable leaving in one chunk (which is technically what I should’ve done since it was only V talking) sorry lol Also if you are into like video edit shit, I’ve been re-watching one from “V’s Love” on YouTube titled “V | Slow Down | DMC 5 GMV”. Give it a watch- seriously it’s fans myself gayly oh boy. 📔🛏️📔 Poem(s) Quoted: William Blake: Proverbs of Hell William Blake: Several Questions Answered (full version)

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Can you do a marquis one shot where the reader works as a tailor/assistant/spy for the marquis but they’re also really innocent/upbeat . As he gets to know the reader, he finds himself going from confused that they’re so cheery to loving them as they are to corruption kink?

Thank you for your patient, anon. 🖤 I hope you'll love this.

This add to a second request I recieved.

➡️ Also cause I saw you mentioned a corruption kink, one with the marquis de framing would be fantastic 🥹❤️❤️❤️❤️

I didn't quite understand, but here is corruption kink fo you. I hope you'll love this as well.

Little dove

Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont × you (F)

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete (one shot)

“Oh, Marquis De Gramont — what a pleasure to have you here!” you exclaimed, seeing him enter your shop. You walked towards him, holding the door open and showing him your best smile. “I just got an absolutely cheeky outfit that you will love, exactly your size.”

Vincent smiled. By now he had gotten into the habit of frequenting your shop at least once a week. He didn't lack money, nor time; he loved spending a few hours on a Saturday afternoon exploring the embellished and sumptuous dresses in your shop. And most of all, he loved spending time with you.

So joyful, friendly, sweet — a little macaron. Such a lovely pastry. You were an extraordinary creature, in his eyes. He, who had seen so much death, who had held so much power—he looked at you and found such innocence in your gaze. It was a part of you that was impossible not to love.

He cleared his throat, with a wave of his hand he ordered his second to leave the shop, closing the door behind him and leaving the two of you alone. That was his moment of pleasure.

The first time he entered your shop, fascinated by the silk garments and elegant suits, the shiny patent leather shoes and the cashmere coats, Vincent believed that he would find the usual snooty shopkeeper who would try to raise the prices by realizing his status. But no, you were there. So excited to be able to show off your best suits and dress him up like a fucking prince. Vincent had to call two of his men and a second car to be able to load everything he had purchased and take it home. You had shaken his hand, you had thanked him, you had given him a discount (even!) and you had suggested that he come back soon; you would have been happy to have such a passionate customer in your shop. Vincent might have believed it was a matter of money... but upon returning, noticing the way your gaze lit up when it met his, he changed his mind. You had fun with him. You loved your job. You were excited, happy… innocent. So pure. A sweet, little pastry, in fact.

Once, arranging the collar of his shirt while he was looking at himself in the mirror, you had asked him with a certain veiled embarrassment: “Monsieur De Gramont, forgive my impudence, but I really want to ask. What is your occupation?”

He had laughed. “Are you asking me about my job?” You had blushed, you had apologized stepping back but he had turned around, taking your hand before you could move away. "No need to be embarrassed, cheri. I find your curiosity quite... charming." Your cheeks were colored the sweetest red. He had lifted your hand to his lips, leaving the ghost of a kiss on your fingers. "I am a businessman. Marquis Vincent Bisset De Gramont, at your service."

He had been absolutely lovely. And he, from that moment on, had wanted in the most perverse, craziest, most intense way, to ruin you completely.

Vincent had noticed the way you watched him, so constantly attentive to every curve of his body, the way his muscles filled your clothes, stretching the fabric, wrapping it in the most attractive way. Your intoxicating gaze devoured him, and he was dying to have your hands on him, your desperate eyes, your mouth praying for his benevolence. So submissive, and desperate. Corrupted by your own will, by the desire and pleasure that only he could have brought you.

That day, without exception, you stood behind him while he looked at himself in the mirror and admired himself. But soon, his blue eyes met yours in the reflection. He smiled.

“What do you think, my dear?”

You nodded, your face bright. “That shade of red is definitely your color.”

His eyebrow rose in mock surprise. He caressed the fabric of the jacket with his fingertips, but secretly watched the way your gaze only followed his touch. Bewitching, indeed.

“I like the jacket. I love it. This scarlet is... fiery. Don't you think?” Your eyes flickered up again, and you nodded without adding anything, attempting a shy smile. "And the pants? Do I wear them well?" It was impossible not to notice the way you blushed and swallowed slowly. He bit back a satisfied grin. With his hands on the belt, he gripped it, lifting it a little. “Look at me.”

He nodded. “Maybe I should sit down, and try to feel them.”

And you looked at him. He had them so tight — you could see everything. All of it. You had to fight against your instincts and force yourself to seek his eyes again. You smiled. “I think they are perfect, monsieur.”

Vincent sat gracefully in the armchair next to him, and sighed. There was nothing innocent about his smile. And slowly, almost imperceptibly, he spread his legs. His right hand, on his thigh, went up his leg, stopped right there, so close to his —

“Sweetheart” he interrupted you, laughing loudly. You turned your eyes, deeply embarrassed and red in the face, but he seemed almost happy with your obvious reaction. “Oh, don't get all shy now, my dear.” He made himself more comfortable in the armchair, spreading his legs in an almost vulgar, cheeky way. God, he loved that game. “Come on, look at me. I know you like it. I see you — the way you look at me — and I bet you're not as fragile and innocent as you want me to think, are you?”

Now you looked at him, with your mouth slightly open and your eyes large, wide and full of bewilderment, your cheeks scarlet, your voice trembling as you stammered an apology.

He shook his head, and his face darkened. “No. I will not accept your apology” he hissed. He raised his finger and motioned for you to come closer. “Come here, little dove.”

He wanted you to stand between his open legs, and immediately his left hand grabbed your hip, while with his right he was already unbuttoning his trousers. He licked his lips like a lion at his delicious meal, hungry, ravenous. “Keep looking at me, don't look away, I know you like it” he said.

And look at you, completely disarmed, dominated by that crazy and irrational desire that he wasn't offering to satisfy, on the contrary, it was fomenting your obsession. He was a fascinating man. And a very passionate one, from what you could see. Without any shame he pulled his hard length out of his trousers, stroking himself slowly, showing you all his virility, his silky skin, his intense hardness. He was perfect.

“And I thought you were so pure, innocent” he whispered, with a certain satisfaction. "But now I see how wrong I was, you little pervert. You like watching me, don't you? Ma petite voyeur."

But his hand suddenly slipped between your legs, he lifted your skirt without shame, found your panties already so wet for him and smiled — he smiled, the bastard.

“I — oh, Marquis, I'm mortified. I didn't mean to —”

“Don't you dare apologize again. I want to hear other sounds from your mouth.”

And his fingertips pressed against the little knot of nerves, right there, causing a vibration of pleasure throughout your body. If you were honest, that exposure and embarrassment only inflated your excitement.

“You're already shaking for me.” His voice was deep, controlled. “Tell me anything you want. I want to hear you pray. I know you can. Tell me, and I will satisfy your every curiosity.”

You breathed, your sigh became labored, panting. “Please, Marquis, I...”

He laughed. His hand continued to touch his member, so hard, up and down, and you could do nothing but watch as your intimacy became wet and your hunger grew without rest. "You what, my dear? Do you want me? Is that it? Do you want my hand, my mouth?"

You nodded.

“No — no, love. Tell me.”

You swallowed, searching for a small voice in your chest. "I want you."

“What do you want?”

"All of you!" his fingers moved the panties, you finally felt his touch on you. And, hungrily, they sought the little wet hole between your soft lips. You could hear the sticky sound of your arousal on his fingers.

“Again, tell me more.”

“Your fingers, they're so — oh, oh please. Inside!”

He licked his lips. “What a good girl. You know your manners. But I don't want you so innocent darling, we know how dirty you really are, don't we?”

You shook your head, but you couldn't deny the truth to yourself.

“Tell me you're mine, tell me how much you want me.”

On the verge of tears, humiliated and excited, you nodded. “I'm yours, all yours. I — I want you so bad.”

His fingers slipped inside you, sweet and intense, touching all those perfect spots that made you moan all your pleasure. And you closed your eyes, for a moment. He stopped.

“Nu-uh, eyes on me. You like to watch. Tell me you like it.”

Yes, yes. “I love it. You are...”

“What? Don't be afraid. I want to hear everything.”

“Perfect. Your body, your...”

Oh, you were still so embarrassed. No, he wanted more. Vincent stood up suddenly, mistreated you hard, pushing you onto the chair. So, still dressed, he knelt over you, tickling your pussy lips with the head of his hard cock. You were dying of pleasure, and you looked at him excited and scared at the same time.

“I know you want it — say it. Tell me you're my little slut, tell me you want my hard cock inside you. Say it!”

And you cried, pleading. “I'm everything you want! Your whore, your tight cunt, your little slut — just give it to me, fuck me hard, now!”

And Vincent finally obeyed.

He fucked you, hard and deep, with an unprecedented ardor, grabbing your hair, your neck, biting your lips, spitting on your tongue.

“More, use me!” you begged. "Yours, only yours! I love it! Fuck my cunt — my ass. Yes, spit on my tongue, and fuck me like you mean it!”

“Dirty, dirty girl” he growled. His fingers dug into your thighs. "I knew you were a slut underneath, all mine. My little voyeur, my bad, dirty girl. That's it, take it, take it all!”

The contractions of your orgasm milked his cock, every drop of his come inside you. And you panted his name, and every dirty thing, now corrupted by that pleasure and prey to a will stronger than you. Your every word was honey. He came inside you, on top of you, making you dirty inside and out.

And looking at you like this, ruined for him, Vincent understood that you were no longer the innocent, sweet girl he thought he had met the first time.

#marquis de gramont x reader #need him.

[purpleph4se]

nerdy sub!hwei who is obsessed with you, makes doodles and paintings of your beautiful face. . .he even jerks off with some of them! nerdy sub!hwei who loves being under your orders, from buying you everything you want to sending you videos of him masturbating while whimpering and saying your name like it's a prayer! nerdy sub!hwei who doesn't hesitate when you tell him that you want to fuck right there in the library while he's studying, after all, your word is law. <3

#HHHHH WHHEWW #yes yes yep. #i’m normal #hwei x reader

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NNN Day 19 with Viego

Pairing: Viego x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, power imbalance, dub-con, overstimulation, dacryphilia, rough sex, breeding kink, degradation, against a wall, dirty talk, marathon sex

A/N: The hot undead/dead man himself had a grip on me since I saw him. I gotta read the book though.

You always thought that Viego of Camavor was a long lost legend, a tale of caution and love, a ghost of the past. So what was that ghost, if he even was one anymore, doing holding you against the brick wall, relentlessly and mercilessly fucking his big cock into you? When he first appeared and offered you a spot in his army you thought it was for your fighting province, then you thought it may have been a dream, if that was the case you would have woken up when he first pushed his cock into you, the painful stretch would have been enough.

But you didn't wake up, you were still holding onto his jacket, getting fucked so hard you couldn't get a single word out. "Why are you crying? You should be lucky I've chosen you to relieve myself with." Viego dug his fingers into the soft flesh of your ass, lifting and lowering you as he saw fit, your legs barely holding onto his hips, "You can squeeze me better than that."

"I can't." You hickuped, your hold body shaking with fear of denying him, "Painful. Please, it's too much."

"Too much? I get to say when it's too much!" As you suspected he didn't take well to being denied. His thrusts grew more and more brutal, he didn't care if it hurt, he didn't care how much you cried, he just wanted to come. "Who do you think you are to deny your King? Don't they teach you whores anything anymore? I'll teach you then. I'll teach you to open your legs, I'll teach you to come on command, I'll teach you to want me."

The voice in the back of your head told you to reject him, to tell him no, that it hurts so bad. But another part of you saw the pain behind his eyes, the pain on his face and you didn't know where it was coming from but you wanted to make it go away. Viego never opened up to you, for almost a month you followed him and this was the closest you've gotten to him. He might have his cock in you, he might be rough and aggressive and near desperate but in his moment of need, after so long of denying himself, he came to you, nobody else.

"But I do want you, my King. But I-" His hips stilled when as he was balls deep inside you, finally looking into your eyes, "I ask... that you be more gentle." You tried asking again, this time in a more gentle tone. To further endear you to him you added, "Besides I'm already yours," and clenched your cunt around his cock. "I'm all yours Viego."

"Mine? You're mine, that's right. Mine, all mine." His hips began smacking against yours again, just as deep but a bit slower, "You'll be the prefect vessel for my seed. A perfect cunt for my cock. And a perfect mother to my heir."

For that he needed you to be his, not his lover, not his Queen, not his wife, simply his. Which you were, from the moment you saw him.

What was wrong with you then that you took his hand, what was wrong with you now that you spread your legs and allowed his cum to pour into your womb so willingly? What was wrong with you to allow him to put you into any position he saw fit his cock best and breed you for hours? Oh right... you were deep in lust with Viego of Camavor, and weather he admitted it or not he felt the same toward you.

#viego x reader

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So Raphael, right?

Warnings: NSFW, downright horrendous thoughts about a devil, excessive breeding, overstimulation,,,

Just thinking about how in canon Raphael can't last very long so he cums quickly. Almost too quick. So this got me thinking about Tav being bent over on their hands and knees while Raphael is rawdogging them from behind, but despite how many times he's cum already, he can't stop. It feels too good.

So here he is, a fist in their hair as he's holding them to the bed, breeding them time and time again. There's so much of it that its spilling out down both of their thighs and onto the sheets. It's so hot, and sticky. Tav has cum maybe once or twice so that only added fuel to the fire. The both of them making a plethora of whines, growls, gasps, etc because they're both overstimulated to hell and back but Raphael keeps pushing through it. He's almost addicted to how good they feel.

"J-Just- fuck - just one more little mouse. You can give me that, hah- can't you?" He's pleading, pushing back into them more. Tav just whines the whole time, taking whatever it is that he gives him.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

#im all ears #i need him #in a way that is concerning to feminism #raphael x reader