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bloodied kiss

Leon S. Kennedy x Reader

EXPLICIT

SUMMARY: “You’re shameless, Leon,” you whispered sweetly, letting the flat of the blade rest against his chest. You slid your unoccupied hand down his waist, holding him with a tight grip that made him flinch, a sweet, delicious tremor. Leon held himself still, unable to stop his trembling. He reminded you of a prey, one that you would devour soon enough.

TAGS: knifeplay, sub!leon, dry humping

WORD COUNT: 2628

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Leon doesn’t really know how it happened. The “how” and “why” aren’t important. The only thing important is how much he is enjoying this.

One moment you are handling his favorite knife, and the next, Leon’s back hit the wall with force, the cold and sharp silver blade of his knife pressed against his neck.

Everything stopped.

“You’re slow,” you said, moving your other hand to grab his face with a strong grip, pushing him harder against the wall.

If you were to move even the slightest bit, it would certainly lead to some kind of serious injury but Leon doesn’t feel particularly scared or threated by you. Instead, he can’t help but feel a small shiver run down his spine as he looked down at you. The look of self-satisfaction on your face of having him pinned to the wall with a knife makes him feel something he doesn’t quite understand. It isn’t his first time being in this kind of situation, hell, he lived worse scenarios, but the fire in your eyes makes a warm sensation take over his entire body.

“You got me,” he replied, his voice coming out quieter than he intended. He could feel the energy in the room shift as he realized how close you actually were, your warm body pressed against his own, one of your thigh squeezed between his, if he looked down he could see your breasts flush against his torso.

“Hm, it has a nice weight to it,” you slowly dropped your hand from his face and freed his neck from the knife, making a show of examining the blade. Leon took a couple of deep breaths but before he even had the chance of saying anything, you were pulling at his shirt and the tip of the knife was aimed directly at his collarbone, making him tense up at the sudden move.

“I wonder if it is really that sharp,” Leon eyes were fixated on your face, watching as you smile turned almost predatory. You drag the tip of the knife along his collarbone and his breath hitches, the cut isn’t deep enough to draw blood but the sensation is already enough to make him feel slightly lightheaded.

“Can I?” you asked, and he let out a small grunt in affirmation. You don’t waste any time, holding the knife firmly against the skin right underneath the previous scratch, putting a little more pressure on it. Leon shuddered between your body and the wall as you drew a fine line with the blade, deep enough to make crimson red drip down the fresh cut all the way to his shirt, the cloth absorbing the blood easily.

There was something thrilling, exhilarating, about watching Leon squeeze his eyes shut as a deep moan left his mouth when you attacked his skin a third time, pulling at the fabric of his shirt hard enough to hear a rip, finally able to reach more skin for the blade in your hand. The sting of the new cut left Leon momentarily breathless, he could feel the wet hot blood dripping down his chest and his cock twitched in pleasure as he accidentally bucked his hips against your thigh.

“You’re shameless, Leon,” you whispered sweetly, letting the flat of the blade rest against his chest. You slid your unoccupied hand down his waist, holding him with a tight grip that made him flinch, a sweet, delicious tremor. Leon held himself still, unable to stop his trembling. He reminded you of a prey, one that you would devour soon enough.

“Look-,” a soft gasp, “look who’s talking.”

You tilted your head in fake innocence, that satisfied smile never leaving your face.

“I’m not the one acting like a dog though, am I?” you murmured, your voice a soft, melodic hum. You placed the tip of the knife gently on the center of his chest. Gentle enough to not break the skin. Just enough for him to feel the sharpness of it. To make his heart race. A warning.

“I should carve my name on you.”

A brief moment of silence, then your lips attacked Leon’s collarbones, dropping the knife on the floor so you could rip his shirt further. The taste of Leon’s blood covered your tongue as you started lapping up at the cuts with enthusiasm, you were pretty sure that you had blood all around your mouth but you didn’t care.

“Fuck,” he whined at the sensation, and you felt your pussy throb at the sound.

Your hands were all over his waist, grabbing, squeezing, scratching, as your tongue flicked over his bloodied skin.

When you kiss, the metallic taste that greets Leon’s tongue doesn’t bother him as much as he thought it might. It is rough, wet and almost animalistic, the way you kiss. Leon practically melts against you, moaning into the kiss as he put his hands over your face to pull you closer, deeper into the kiss in a desperate manner. There was nothing soft in the way you both kissed, hot and wet, and filled with need. You nipped at Leon’s lip, licking your way into the warmth of his mouth.

Leon could only let a breathless noise as you broke the kiss by pulling hard on his hair, his hips bucking up against your thigh desperately.

A hand slid over his crotch, teasing his hard cock through his pants. A squeeze. Then another, just to hear him grunt. “I can give you more,” you bit his neck hard until he hissed in pain. “I only need you to ask nicely.”

As you played with the zipper of his pants with one hand and ran your fingers over his waist with the other, you could only watch as Leon briefly gazed at you before he looked away in something akin to shame.

“Please,” he said hesitantly, still avoiding your eyes in a way that was almost too cute for someone like him. “Please, I need more.”

“Come on, big boy,” you grabbed him by his now ruined shirt and dragged him in the middle of the room. Your hands found his face again, placing small kisses all over his reddish lips. As you sat down at the edge of the bed, Leon tried to grab at your hips without much success, a small frown appeared on his face when you pushed his hands away. “Hands off.”

He let out a snort, still standing up in front of you.

“On your knees,” Leon’s eyes widened in disbelief, his throat felt tight as he tries to swallow, his head turning to the side at your words, refusing to look directly at you in what was probably shame mixed with arousal. He opened his mouth.

“Seriously?”

“Kneel,” your words were colder this time. The smile stuck on your face was nowhere to be seen now. He could feel his cock twitch again.

Leon dropped to the ground with a grunt, positioning his hands on his thighs but they itched to touch yours, he waited patiently for your next order. His pants felt uncomfortably tight and for a moment he wished you would let him undress but it seemed like that wasn’t in your plans tonight.

“You don’t get to touch me unless I let you,” you tapped your foot on his knees, making him spread his legs without any words. “This is the only way I’m letting you cum tonight, understood?”

Leon swallowed hard, nodding almost immediately. You leaned down to give him another quick kiss.

“Go on then,” you pressed the sole of your shoes between Leon’s legs, a small, trembling gasp left him and a smirk took over your lips as you noticed his hands twitch against his thighs, trying so hard to not touch you.

You plant your foot down on the floor in front of him. After what felt like hours, Leon crawled closer to your leg, hesitant hands moving up your calf but he quickly put them back on his thighs.

“May I?” Leon’s lovely eyes were on you. He looked so pretty like this, at your feet, doing what he does the best. Being your pretty toy, a good puppy you get to play with.

You nod, and his hands were back on your leg, holding you in place. His hips slowly shifted forwards, adjusting himself so the sensation of his cock confined in the rough fabric of his pants against your leg was practically perfect. His pace was slow at first, dragging his hips upwards, chasing that delicious feeling. A quiet whine slipped from his mouth, then another, and another. Until they turned into soft moans. Humiliation had him ducking his head on your lap, hiding his face as best as he could against your thighs in a way to muffle his noises.

Your hands found their way to his hair, passing through the strands in a soothing manners while Leon picked up his pace, gasping and whimpering against your thigh as his hands squeezed your calf harder than before. He acted like a shameless dog.

“So desperate.”

Without much warning, you pulled Leon’s hair hard enough to pull him away from your lap. Leon hissed in pain but his hips continued to use your leg to get off. Looking up from where he is on the floor, kneeling in front of you with your leg between his own, he is purely breathtaking. The sight of him with his mouth stained red with his own blood, his wet eyes and your hand grasping his hair firmly was completely obscene.

He must’ve been pent up if he looked so undone already.

“Don’t hide your sweet face, you know I love when you sing for me,” your grip on his hair started to hurt in a way that left Leon craving for more, so much more but right now, he’ll settle for anything you’d do to him. Anything.

“Such a pretty mouth,” you pressed your thumb along Leon’s bottom lip, gently prying his mouth open so you could rub the tip of your thumb over his pink tongue. Leon can only whine as you push harder, forcing the saliva to pool in his mouth, threatening to spill at any moment. Pushing two fingers inside his mouth, you watched as he wrapped his pink lips around them and started sucking without being told to. You let him. He was messy with it, a bit of saliva slowly dripped down the corner of his mouth but the sight alone was enough to make you even wetter.

You carefully pull his head back, thumb still in his open mouth holding it open enough for you to spit in it before taking away your fingers and gently closing back his mouth so he could swallow.

His moans and whines grew louder as he picked up a faster pace, it was messy, and out of rhythm but he didn’t care, he needed more.

“That’s it, let me hear you,” your fingers found the previous cuts on his collarbones, the blood around them still warm but now almost dried. With a small chuckle, you pressed down on the wounds, earning a pained sob from Leon that made your body shiver in pleasure. Leaning down, your lips connected to his collarbones once more, hungrily planting kisses on the wounds. Licking up the dried blood on Leon’s skin made him even more desperate, frustrated, his pace quickened against your leg, only wanting to cum.

Leon might be crying, at least he think he is. Your hands are caressing his face tenderly, you are talking to him, but your tone is too soft and he can’t hear much over the loud beating of his heart in his ears. He can feel you thumbing away his tears, and he can’t help but nuzzle against your palms with a small noise.

“Does it feel good?” you pushed his hair away from his eyes. He nodded, unable to control his hips as the hold on your calf tightened. “You’re doing so good for me.”

Leon panted, he felt like a mess and he probably looked like one.

He can’t stop. Needing more and more, thrusting forward to get more of that friction, that sweet relief. He becomes frantic with it. His nails dug at your calf, looking at you with wet eyes and you watch as this strong man lose himself to pleasure.

“Fuck, ah.”

He doesn’t stop the rocking of his hips, still rutting up against you desperately until he feels it. That hot electrifying rush in his guts. You cooed at him as he came in his now uncomfortable pants with a broken, low, pathetic moan.

He let himself collapse forward on your lap, a slight tremor taking over his body and you held him there, tucking strands of hair behind his ear as you waited for him to get down from his high. When the trembling of his body stopped, you pulled his head back again with a strong grip in his hair, the sting of it had him squeezing his eyes shut, a small moan escaping his mouth.

“We’re not done, it’s my turn now,” you kissed him, forcing your tongue in his mouth and he kissed back like a starved man.

“Up. On the bed,” you commanded and Leon immediately obeyed, he gets up on shaky legs and sat down on the bed. You unbuttoned your pants and made quick work of getting rid of them before taking off your panties, throwing them on the floor next to your pants. As you worked on your top and bra, you could feel his eyes roaming all over your naked body.

“I think you deserve a treat, don’t you think?” you approached him slowly, pushing on his shoulders to lay him down on the bed. “Don’t forget to thank me later.”

Hands were on your hips almost immediately, pulling you up his body until your thighs hit each sides of his face. You haven’t even finished easing yourself down onto him when you felt his tongue lapping at your slick cunt, eager to taste you, to pleasure you. Your thighs tensed up, a light moan coming out of you as he licked a stripe all the way to your sensitive clit.

“That’s it, you’re always so good to me,” you praised. He moaned beneath you, his fingers dig on the meat of your thighs, leaving little crescent moons on your skin and you began rolling your hips, riding his face properly. His tongue caught your clit, suckling and swirling around eagerly, the occasional flicker of his tongue had you grinding down with increasing fervor. Your eyes rolled back as you moaned out in pure bliss.

“That’s my good boy,” you purred, leaning back and pushing your hips further down his face, you can hear him moan against your slick cunt. You’re so close, you didn’t even need much. Already worked up from playing with Leon and watching every reactions he had.

Everything is wet, messy. You can feel your arousal dripping down his face as he continued to lap at your soaked pussy hungrily. The moans leaving your mouth drove him insane. So sweet, just for him to hear. Your body tensed up, your thighs crushing his head a bit more and a burst of heat runs through your body.

With a last flick of his precise tongue, your back arched as you came over his face with a sweet moan.

“Good boy,” you breathed out after a brief moment of silence, getting off and moving to lay down next to him, shaking and exhausted from the aftermath of your own orgasm.

Leon looked at you with tenderness, your arousal coating his mouth and chin, a small smile painted on his face.

“Thank you ma’am.”

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Jelly

Pairing: Sam x Bucky

Summary: Bucky tries to sneak in a kitty but Sam isn't dumb.

Word Count: 628

A/N: this is just pure fluff bc i was sad and fluff helps me feel a lil better so here is a quick something. yes i know alpine exists but yeah shhh

also, i know bucky is a lil out of character but idc i just want me some pouty blushy excited bucky ok?

English might be bad dont mind me

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Bucky always considered himself a cat person. Sure, tiny puppies are adorable too but his heart is a little weaker for small kittens. He loves them, literally. He loves their soft fur and tiny pink nose. He has a soft spot for their small round paws and their round shiny eyes. Everything about cats made Bucky smile, from the way they purr when they get scratches on the right spot, to the way they like to play with anything. Bucky kind of sees himself in a cat, they are lazy most of the time, yet still energetic. They mind their own business and also, they are super small and loveable. Yeah, Bucky just absolutely loves cats.

So of course, when he saw the small orange kitten behind a shop, he knew had to get it somewhere safe. The kitten looked so weak and was clearly starving, it would’ve been a crime to leave that tiny baby there and Bucky would never forgive himself if he did that. So he picked it up and carefully hid it in his jacket, making sure to leave enough room for air.

Bucky is a cat person, sure , but he is not a good liar, everyone knows that by now. It is easy to spot whenever the brunette is lying. His face gets slightly red, he keeps on eating his words and he avoids looking at people, which is a big thing for someone with a ' staring problem' . That is why Sam immediately knew something was up when Bucky hurriedly entered the room holding his stomach and ignoring the other's presence.

Sam only sighed, slowly moving around on the bed to find a comfortable sitting position. “Okay, what is it this time."

“Huh?” Bucky looked back at him, eyes wide and still standing there in the middle of the room.

“What are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” the brunette said way too quickly. Sam’s lips twitched in the way they did when he was trying really hard not to smile. “Baby, I know you have something under this jacket.” 

Bucky tilted his head, blinking innocently at Sam. “I don’t see what you mean.”

“Buck, spill it out.”

Of course, to Bucky’s luck, it’s right at that moment that the kitten decided to make its presence known by meowing loudly.

“Drugs,” he said a little too loudly. Sam just stared at him, raising one eyebrow.

“Ah yes, the meowing kind, right?”

With a deep defeated sigh, Bucky unzipped his jacket and gently brought out the kitty who continued meowing cutely. 

“I named her Jelly,” he pouted.

“Give it to me,” Sam ordered after a moment of silence. Bucky only pouted harder, hesitantly handing the fur baby to the other. “Look I know it’s a big responsibility and I didn’t ask if you were okay with having a cat in here but I couldn’t leave her alone out there. We can always find some-”

“She looks like you,” Sam cut him off, smiling sweetly as he held the tiny kitty in his hands.

“Huh?”

“We can keep her, I don’t mind having a pet here, plus I know you’ve always wanted a cat so why not?”

“Really?!” Bucky’s voice went up with excitement, his round wide eyes shining and a bright smile appeared on his face. Sam was definitely melting inside at the sight.

[The next day was spent at the pet store, buying tons of cat stuff for Jelly. Bucky was so excited, tugging on Sam’s sleeve to show him some ridiculous toys or speaking rapidly, asking him for suggestions on the color of the collar or which treats they should buy. Needless to say, Sam is a fool in love and the smile on Bucky’s lips almost made his heart stop way too many times.]

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ok but was thinking of writing more of jelly sambucky fics, i desperately need fluff in my life rn lmfaoo so i guess if u liked this fic there might be more coming soon hehe

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such a good boy // leon x gn!reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: He looked like the prettiest angel. Pretty, wrecked angel.

Word Count: 1.4k

Tags: pwp, bottom leon, begging

A/N: i was drunk as hell when i wrote this, enjoy

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"Good boy, such a good boy, yeah?"

Leon might have actually been crying at that point, overwhelmed with the slow sweetness of your fingers deep inside of him, teasingly pushing on his sweet spot in a way that left him gripping at the sheets, trembling. Soft kisses were delicately placed on his collarbones, making their way up to his jaw where you pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the skin all while keeping up a steady rhythm with your fingers, fucking in and out of him.

It is endearing how he was already a mess with only your fingers, it is adorable really, how his face is a shade of pink that made him look so innocent. His pupils were blown wide, hair sticking to his forehead as his body was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. His cock is achingly hard between his trembling thighs, tip a shade of angry red, and leaking precum all over his stomach. Leon always looked pretty but now, laying on his back on the soft bed, he looked completely obscene, a whole mess yet still breathtaking. A piece of art for you to ruin and break more and more until you were satisfied.

But as you move in and out of his hole, picking up a faster pace, curling and shifting your fingers, Leon feels he might just go mad. More. He needs more.

He doesn’t have time to think much about it as you slip your wet fingers out of Leon’s hole and ignore the whimper he makes at the feeling of being suddenly empty. You are about to give him something much, much better.

"Come on," is all Leon manages. You hum and wipe your fingers on the cotton sheets. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Fuck me," he chokes out, hands clawing at his own inner thighs.

"I don’t know love, should I?" you murmur, tilting your head to the side in a fake act of innocence.

"Please. Want you, I need you." Leon pleads, whimpering when you slap his hands away.

And just like that, you slowly started sinking into Leon. The man breathed out, clenching his fingers around the sheets tightly, trying to focus on the sensations in his body. It was agonizingly slow, way too slow for someone as impatient as Leon.

"Are you okay?" You asked softly. Leon only managed a small nod, his mouth hanging open as you pushed deeper into him. He locked his legs around your waist, coaxing you to move closer, push deeper.

"You're being such a good boy for me," You cooed into his ear, hand reached up around his throat, gently giving a small squeeze that made Leon gasp softly. You leaned down to press your foreheads together, and suddenly Leon was flooded with emotions bursting up his chest, compressing his lungs and threatening to drown him.

"I love you, I love you." Leon sobbed pathetically.

He cries out when you pull out and slams back into him. "I love you too, so fucking much." Your hands took hold of Leon’s thighs, squeezing them while you left a tiny peck on Leon’s lips.

Soon enough, you started to move your hips, picking up a steady, deep pace. Thrusting so hard into Leon that it moves him up a few inches on the bed, the bed springs creaks as you pound into him roughly. You both are back in that headspace you missed so much. The one where you felt the need to take care of him and Leon let you because he needs it, wants it, craves it. You always knew how to make him feel good, to make him feel loved. Leon was obsessed with the thrusts of your hips and the warm feeling in his guts. The sound of skin slapping against skin and the harsh panting filling the room.

“Fuck,” he gasps, shaking with need, “Fuck, please.”

"I can’t believe you’re such a mess already, you’re just a slut aren’t you? Only wanting to be filled and fucked so good, taking everything I give you," you grazed your teeth against the tender skin of Leon’s neck before biting and sucking on the skin, making Leon whine and writhe beneath you.

"I asked you a question, answer me."

“Sorry,” he chokes out, “‘m sorry.” His voice sounds utterly wrecked even to his own ears, but you only chuckle, nipping at his jaw, sucking bruising kisses and fucking him so roughly, switching between slow deep thrusts and fast quick ones, rolling your hips experimentally. One of the numerous things you were good at, is fucking, making love, driving Leon completely insane, and leaving him addicted and crying for more. Snapping your hips and stretching your boyfriend so well, just the way he craved.

"Well, aren’t you the prettiest?" you chuckle. Leon grit his jaw as he attempts to swallow down his moans, a small whimper escaping but you kept fucking into him roughly, making the poor thing moan loudly, followed by a pathetic sob.

Loud moans were soon replaced with small high pitched ones from Leon. You lean over, until your chest is flush against Leon’s. Your lips press against the man’s ear, licking down the shell then taking his lobe between your teeth.

You press a soft but firm kiss to Leon’s lips. Running your hands up his waist and Leon giggles when you accidentally tickle him. You break the kiss, noses brushing against each other.

"I love you," you whisper, picking back your rough and fast pace.

"Please," he chokes out, rolling his hips the best he could to meet your thrusts, gasping and clawing at your back when your cock hits him just right to make him see stars for a split second. Leon panted heavily, shivering. You always thought Leon looked perfect like this, thoroughly, pathetically, unabashedly fucked out to the point where he can’t make a proper sentence. It is erotic, the way you can reduce this usually well spoken and strong man down to a babbling, moaning, and crying mess.

Leon was very vocal, it was actually surprising at first, to see someone like him having a hard time staying quiet when being pleasured, letting out the prettiest, most beautiful noises you ever heard. And he was trying, really, he was trying to keep it down sometimes. He’d snap his mouth shut anytime a whine got too loud, bite at his fist, focusing so deeply on keeping his sounds at a minimum. But it never worked, you loved hearing him, there's something primal, something dark and slightly possessive that makes you want to see Leon fall apart on your dick. Wants to hear him completely lose it.

He sobs from the intense pleasure, electricity shoots up his spine as you continue to thrusts relentlessly against that sweet spot, one of your hands sliding between your bodies to grip Leon’s sensitive flushed cock, jerking him off in time with your sharp thrusts.

"Please. Please, oh fuck, faster, I’m gonna-"

And then, much to his dismay, the movements stopped abruptly, making Leon whine pathetically.

"Already?" your voice was laced with fake surprise.

"No, no please don't stop!"

Tears started to form as he tried to fuck himself back on your dick. He wanted to come so bad, he needed it and he didn't care if he was acting a little bit like a brat, he wanted something so he's going to get it.

"Don’t be such a brat."

"Can I cum? Please?" he asks and you nod. It's such a sweet request, one that you cannot refuse even if you liked teasing. You hum, slapping Leon's thighs hard enough to leave faint pink handprints. He moves to grip his cock, and you pulls his hair hard. Leon thinks he sees stars for a split second.

And just like that, Leon was coming with a loud moan, his nails tearing into your shoulders, body shuddering, his back arching so prettily and his cock twitching, spurting out cum all over his chest.

Leon reached a trembling hand up the back of his neck and pulled you down into a bruising kiss, biting and licking at each other’s mouth, drinking the small broken moan coming from him when you slowly pulled out.

His face was flushed that soft pink colour you liked so much, his eyes shining with tears, hair stuck to his forehead and his soft lips were now bright red, some drool at the corners of his mouth.

He looked like the prettiest angel. Pretty, wrecked angel.

You’re both messy, sticky, and smelling of sex, but you don't care. Not when you are kissing, giggling, and teasing each other playfully. You laid kisses all over Leon’s body and face, brushing his hair out of his eyes. Soft praises after praises. You kissed again, and again.

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red lipstick smudged // lewis x sebastian

Rating: Mature

Summary: He kissed Sebastian’s cheek, his jaw, his throat, anywhere he could put his mouth on until the lipstick only left faint marks on Sebastian’s skin.

or: Sebastian put lipstick on Lewis and they make out.

Word Count: 1k

Tags: making out, lipstick

A/N: please read the ao3 notes!! its kinda long and i didn't want to clog up the notes here!!

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Sebastian uncaps the tube and twists the lipstick, Lewis looks at him, unsure but willing, before parting his lips a bit. Sebastian begins with a stripe across his plump bottom lip, and Lewis immediately freezes, breathing a little faster.

The air around them becomes heavy as Sebastian carefully applies the creamy color, now following the line of his cupid's bow. Lewis doesn’t know what’s going on, or what switch has just been flipped, but he finds it hard to ignore the way his body shivers. They’re so close yet not close enough.

He throws a quick glance at the man in front of him before looking at the ceiling. Sebastian was concentrating on the task at hand, brows furrowed and the tip of his pink tongue peeking out of his mouth. Lewis was starting to tremble a little, hands gripping the hem of his shirt when Sebastian put his hand under his chin, holding his head up so he could apply the lipstick better.

He ignores how fast his heart is beating.

He concentrates on the ceiling and tries not to focus on how their knees are touching, and the warmth radiating off Sebastian.

“Here," Sebastian says after some time, breaking the silence between them, and putting the cap back on the lipstick.

Lewis blink a few times, smacking his lips together carefully. It was a weird sensation, something he definitely wasn't used to but it was surprisingly pleasant. The creamy texture was heavy but not too much, it was different from the usual chapsticks and light lip glosses that he never really felt on his lips. This was something else, something that made him squirm a bit, the feeling of the lipstick like a hot brand against his lips.

"So? How does it look?" his voice was small, unsure, looking up at Sebastian with a hint of nervousness behind his eyes. The other cleared his throat. Before him was Lewis. In all of his breathtaking, natural glory. With deep red lipstick coating his tempting plump lips that he always wanted to taste.

Sebastian can't lie, he does look good, no, he looks absolutely ravishing. The overall outcome is unexpectedly elegant, kind of messy given that Sebastian never put lipstick on before, and especially not on someone else but it was still so lovely.

"It looks really good actually," he told him gently, careful to speak slowly, and smiled in a way he hoped was reassuring to Lewis.

"Do you want to take a look?” he gestures to the mirror on the wall. Lewis nods and gets up from the bed, soon followed by Sebastian.

When he sees himself, he can't help the way his brain short-circuits.

Sebastian actually did a good job applying the lipstick, it looks a bit clumsy and messy around his lower lip, but still pretty good for a first time. His lips look fuller, pillowy, and soft in a way they never looked before. He likes the color. Not too bright, not too dark, the perfect red wine color. It suits him.

It is actually wild how stunning he looks, all pretty eyes, smooth skin, and wine red lips.

He ignores his shaky hands and fast beating heart, again.

He squeezes his eyes shut and turns away from the mirror, standing there until Sebastian summons the courage to speak up.

"You look so beautiful."

Lewis opens his eyes back up to stare at Sebastian, his gaze questioning. No words coming out of his mouth.

"It's really lovely, you look beautiful, I almost want to kiss you," Sebastian says honestly, slowly backing Lewis up against the mirror, "Can I?"

“Please.”

It was just a small kiss, something light and hesitant, but it still made something stir deep inside Lewis. They pulled away soon enough, Sebastian's lips tinted red.

The second kiss was far less hesitant, much hungrier. Lewis doesn't process it at first, the way their chest touched, the way his hold tighten on Sebastian’s shirt, the way he is being held firmly as if Sebastian was scared he would somewhat slip out of his hands. They kiss with so much desperation, hot and messy, licking and biting at each other’s mouths like starved men. The perfect balance between rough, almost animalistic, and still sweet. Everything tasted sweet, red lipstick smudged everywhere around their mouths.

A small sound escaped Lewis as they broke the kiss. His head spins, and for a moment the world stops.

He kissed Sebastian’s cheek, his jaw, his throat, anywhere he could put his mouth on until the lipstick only left faint marks on Sebastian’s skin.

"Fuck, it's all over your mouth," Sebastian whispers, bringing a hand up to smudge what was left of the lipstick, the pad of his fingers gently smearing the lipstick all over his mouth. Elegant red on his skin giving Lewis that completely sinful appearance. Lewis, feeling bold, gave Sebastian’s fingertips a small kitten lick and sucked one finger into his mouth, lips shiny and red.

They kissed again, and again, until it was getting harder to breathe.

They broke the kiss again. Lewis closed his eyes, a hand was at his jaw, and he let himself melt completely against Sebastian. They both took deep shaky breaths, not bothering to hide how turned on they were pressed up against each other, warm and desperate.

“Seb,” Lewis breathes out, soft eyes looking at the man in front of him and he thinks he might pass out at the sight. Sebastian’s red stained lips curled into a heart stopping smile, smudges painting the corners of his pretty mouth, bold and dark kiss marks all over him.

“Lewis,” he replies back with a small chuckle before leaning in and placing small kisses down Lewis throat, biting at his skin and licking the faint teeth marks he left as an apology, eliciting soft whines from Lewis.

"I want to mess you up even more," Sebastian speaks into his ear, pushing a leg between Lewis’ thighs who immediately grinds down on it.

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such a good boy // leon x reader // 1.4k // smut

He looked like the prettiest angel. Pretty, wrecked angel.

red lipstick smudged // lewis x sebastian // 1k // mature

He kissed Sebastian’s cheek, his jaw, his throat, anywhere he could put his mouth on until the lipstick only left faint marks on Sebastian’s skin.

or: Sebastian put lipstick on Lewis and they make out.

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make me feel // diluc x albedo

Rating: Explicit

Summary: “I understand that walking all the way up to Dragonspine might be too much to ask. Perhaps I should visit you at the Winery one day.” Albedo whispered, leaning a little closer. Diluc could smell the faint scent of his own wine mixed with the intoxicating aroma of fresh cecilias coming from Albedo. He couldn’t help but lean in, filling his senses with all of Albedo.

“All I need is for you to sit and look pretty for me, but I guess it won’t be that hard for you, right?”

Word Count: 940

Tags: pwp, sexual fantasy, pillow humping, needy diluc, sexual tension

A/N: happy albedo day!!! (italic part is a flashback btw)

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“Hm, you should really let me sketch you, Master Diluc,” he said with a small smile on his lips, his gloved fingertips gently touching the softness of Diluc’s cheek. He was way too close, and Diluc would've said something already if it wasn’t Albedo in front of him.

Sweet, smart and pretty Albedo. 

“I understand that walking all the way up to Dragonspine might be too much to ask. Perhaps I should visit you at the Winery one day.” Albedo whispered, leaning a little closer. Diluc could smell the faint scent of his own wine mixed with the intoxicating aroma of fresh cecilias coming from Albedo. He couldn’t help but lean in, filling his senses with all of Albedo.

“All I need is for you to sit and look pretty for me, but I guess it won’t be that hard for you, right?”

He tried to close his eyes and ignore the ever-growing pressure in his lower half but his head was filled with thoughts he probably shouldn’t have. Even with his eyes closed, he could still feel Albedo’s hand on his cheek, his bright eyes staring back at Diluc as he slowly tucked a strand of red hair behind Diluc’s ear. 

It was wrong, so wrong, yet Diluc started to undress.

He rolled over on his stomach, the sheets rustling with the movement. He grabbed one of his pillows, placing it underneath him as he buried his face in the soft cotton of another pillow with a small sigh.

It’s pathetic, he knows it, but he had been hard almost all night and the frustration was eating him up more and more.

With shame burning his cheeks, he rolled his hips tentatively against the pillow, a quiet whine escaped his mouth almost immediately. The sensation of his sensitive cock dragging around the soft cotton of his pillowcase is unsurprisingly dry but fuck, the roughness of it still stirs something in Diluc. 

He doesn’t stop though.

Despite the embarrassment burning his insides, his body knew exactly what to do. He gripped the pillow tightly, rocking against it with short quick thrusts. The pleasure was muted by his hammering heart but it was still there, running through his whole body, drowning him in pure neediness.

His mind was filled with Albedo.

Albedo, Albedo, Albedo.

Albedo and his pretty face, smooth porcelain skin, and pink lips. Albedo and his mellow voice, sweet just like honey, gentle like the summer night wind caressing his face. Albedo and his shorts that would ride up his plush thighs whenever he sat down.

Diluc stopped himself to take a deep breath, he repositioned the now precum stained pillow between his trembling thighs before rocking his hips back against the fabric. A loud moan left his lips when he found the perfect angle. The throb of himself along the plush material made him grip the pillow his head was on. His thighs clenched the pillow tighter, compressing the stuffing so he can hump harder. 

The room is quiet except for his moans and the faint, rapid creaking of his bed.

He felt good, so good. Lost in his ecstasy, needy and greedy in chasing his gratification, focusing only on himself and his pleasure. 

A particularly hard thrust had him trembling, a half-choked cry falls from his lips as he imagines how Albedo’s hands would feel on his waist, on his thighs. He can imagine how Albedo would touch his pathetic cock, teasingly slow with his delicate hands, toying with him until he had enough. It is almost too easy to imagine rutting against Albedo’s clothed ass instead of his pillow, whining and whimpering like the needy little thing he is as Albedo let Diluc use him. He wants it, need it. 

He let one of his hands slide down his narrow waist, closing his eyes as he imagined Albedo’s hand instead.

“Please, please,” he moaned softly. “Ah..Albedo.”

Ah, but what would Albedo think if he saw him like this? The much respected and dedicated Master Diluc rutting up his cock desperately against his pillow like an animal because of him.

Oh but Albedo would be so mean with him. 

Diluc liked to think the alchemist would be nice to him but he knows Albedo would tease, laugh at him, throw him around and treat him like a little puppy and Diluc thinks that he would love that way more. Albedo is kind and polite but Diluc can tell there’s something more about him. He wants to scratch all those layers away.

With every thrust, the shame only grows. Yet his dick is leaking precum all over his nice pillow, there’s some drool on the other, and he can’t seem to keep his voice down. He pants for air, his hands clenching the material of the pillow tightly, small moans slip past his lips that he tried to silence by biting his bottom lip, but that did nothing to suppress his precious noises.

He was close, so close. Everything felt too much yet not enough. His mind had gone blank at this point, only able to whine and fuck his pillow pathetically.

Something between a moan and a whine left his mouth as he bit the pillow. A hot rush in his gut, the total absence of thought, and it's over. His orgasm hit him, a sensation that stirred deep inside him and he came onto the innocent pillow that had served him so well.

Diluc kept grinding until the overstimulation was too much, cum sticky and warm on his skin. 

He would definitely have to wash that pillow himself before any of the maids saw it.

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corrupted angel // diluc x gn!reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Diluc was just a lonely innocent angel who was way too curious and maybe, way too horny. Innocent angels get corrupted nonetheless, right?

Word Count: 3.405

Tags: pwp, angel&demon au, angel!diluc, demon!reader, bottom!diluc, mean!reader, corruption, first time, humiliation, crying, consensual sex

A/N: not beta read sorry! reader is gender neutral BUT the word cock is used! it can be read as the reader having a real dick or using a strap on, i didn't detail it that much so it stays as gender neutral as possible! reader gets to cum but again, it's not detailed :)

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Things weren’t supposed to end like that, Diluc wasn’t supposed to end up on his arms and knees, ass up and face pressed in the soft silk pillows of your bed as you were currently eating him out, split tongue that only demon had, fucking in and out of him as the angel tried his hardest not to make any loud noises.

But Diluc was only a weak angel while you were powerful. So damn powerful and strong that it scared Diluc, but in a twisted yet good way.

You have a way with words, voice low and sweet enough to captivate anybody and make them weak, so weak that they could only listen and obey to what you say. The way you held yourself was delicate, charisma oozing and intoxicating, it made Diluc’s head spin every time he saw you.

But one thing that made the angel weak was how actually beautiful you were with your sharp black horns on top of your head that blended perfectly with your hair. Your pretty lips tempted Diluc, tempted him to kiss you for hours until you were both panting, lips red. Your pitch black wings were much smaller than Diluc’s pristine white large wings which wasn’t unusual with demons but they still made you look terribly fierce and dare Diluc say, hot.

Diluc was just a lonely innocent angel who was way too curious and maybe, way too horny. Innocent angels get corrupted nonetheless, right?

"Who would have thought that a sweet angel like you would be in such position?" you chuckled as you ran your hands delicately on Diluc’s white wings, earning a soft whimper from the angel. Diluc was completely naked apart from his loose thin white shirt that was unbuttoned all the way down.

The sight is definitely something worth admiring. The angel was too large, too big but he still looked so small and delicate underneath you, his pink hole slicked with saliva and gaping, waiting to be fucked, to be used. His wings were incredibly sensitive, probably due to his inexperience and all these years living without being touched, they kept twitching and folding back against his body, you liked it, he looked beautiful. His hair was loose and a wild mess, strands of crimson hair falling over his face. His face was a pretty shade of pink and he kept drooling all over your expensive mulberry silk pillows.

He, unironically, looked angelic.

You circled the tip of a finger around Diluc’s wet hole, teasing him. You resist the urge to push your finger in, you wanted to make the angel have a hard time.

"Beg," you commanded, voice so low that it almost sounded like a purr.

The poor little thing was so out of it that he wasn’t able to spill out any coherent words. All that left his mouth was a shaky high pitched moan. You don’t have the patience, though.

"Is my angel so fucking dumb that he can’t even talk?" you spat harshly before pulling back your finger making the precious angel whine in protest.

You leaned forward again and licked a stripe right over Diluc’s hole, the sensation of both tips of your split tongue making Diluc’s thighs shake, you kept licking and fucking his pretty hole with your wet tongue, driving the angel completely crazy. Diluc is surprisingly vocal, loud high pitched moans and pitiful whines leaving his pretty mouth.

You keep lapping against the angel's puckered hole. Devilish tongue pressing deeper inside, swirling around to try to tongue fuck him deeper and deeper. You cooed internally at Diluc’s pathetic but adorable moans. Way too pitched for someone his size.

Demons' saliva was known to be thick and slick like any other regular lube which was a gift for someone as impatient and hungry as yourself. You slipped a finger in beside your tongue, then a second one right after, wanting to torture the poor thing more. You suckled along the rim, feeling Diluc grow weaker each time your fingers grazed his sweet spot.

"P-please. Please," he begged sweetly, thighs trembling as he tried to keep his position. You pulled back, slipping your finger out, lips and chin coated with your own saliva.

"Please what?" you spread Diluc’s cheeks, blowing hot air against his hole. The electrifying sensation has Diluc gripping the matching silk sheets, wings twitching yet again. "Use your words darling."

"Put it—put it in me, please," the angel felt ashamed, cheeks burning up. He shouldn’t be saying this, fuck, he shouldn’t even be here asking a demon to fuck him. He couldn’t even say it.

Angels, such prudes.

"Should I though?" you teased, hands now running up and down the smooth expanse of Diluc’s thick thighs.

Diluc’s sweet little cock was hanging down between his legs, too cute and inviting to ignore, "I can’t believe your God made you so small, you’re so useless," you cooed, wrapping a hand around his leaking cock.

"God, please." he gasped.

"That’s right, I am your God now," you snickered. you weren’t pleased though, you wanted to see the sweet angel's pretty doll face, wanted to watch every single shift of emotions on his face so you held him, hands on his waist as you gently, too gently for a demon but Diluc looked so weak and breakable, flipped him over on his back and positioned yourself between his open legs.

Diluc hissed when one of his white feathers got stuck with others but he quickly forgot about it when he realized the position he was in. 

He was now at the mercy of a demon, legs spread completely giving you a perfect view of his throbbing cock. Angels were supposed to be strong, graceful and not weak like this. It’s a humiliating position. Angels shouldn’t be in such position, vulnerable in the eyes of someone so evil.

"Tell me Diluc, should I fuck you? Should I play with you until you cry for me?" you breathed out, both hands on his inner thighs, Diluc’s hips bucking up, "I bet you look even more beautiful when you cry."

Diluc was breathtaking, a complete masterpiece. It was like looking at an intricate yet delicate painting made by the finest artists. You couldn’t get enough of him.

"I can’t. It’s n-not allowed." he sounded confused and nervous, nothing ever prepared him for this.

"Who gives a fuck about what is allowed or not? You want it Diluc, don’t be so shy, say it for me, for your God," you looked down at Diluc, hungry eyes completely devouring the sight in front of you as you wrapped your hand completely around Diluc’s cock.

He moaned softly, and gently canted his hips upwards, chasing the warmth of your hand as it slid upwards, away from the base in a teasing way. Diluc kept closing his thighs, your touch making him feel overwhelmed. It was weird, so weird but it felt divine. He wanted more.

"Please fuck me, I’ll be good please, God," he begged sweetly, his voice a higher pitch than usual and how could you refuse anything coming from a pretty angel like Diluc?

You immediately take Diluc into a heated kiss. The angel squeaks in sudden surprise. Soft lips move together, Diluc is clearly inexperienced but he still tried to copy your movements. The demon roughly sucks on Diluc’s bottom lip making the angel opened his mouth slightly and you took that opportunity to slide your tongue inside, exploring Diluc’s mouth, feeling the other try to do the same but failing, letting you take over.

It was rough, hungry, messy, and left Diluc wanting more, so much more. The split tongue felt weird against Diluc’s own normal tongue but he loved it so bad.

You pull away from him. A string of saliva connected the two tips of your tongue, and Diluc felt a shiver run up his spine at the sight.

His head is dizzy, his vision blurry and he is panting heavily.

"You taste so good, angel," you said lowly before leaning back in and started kissing Diluc’s neck. The tips of your tongue are licking tiny stripes on the angel’s skin, leaving wet messy trails on his skin, until you take to nibbling Diluc’s neck.

Sharp teeth sink into the skin but not deep enough to draw blood. Diluc moans loudly, his wings moving underneath him. You take this as encouragement and start leaving marks on his skin, everywhere you could, just to remind Diluc who he belongs to. You bite, suck, and lick the skin, leaving Diluc a moaning mess under you, just like you wanted him to be. You pull back once again, looking at the angel in front of you. Diluc looked like a literal mess, red blooming marks all over his neck and collarbones.

"Now, what should I do with you, Diluc? Should I finally give you what you want?" Diluc only whimpered, unable to form a correct sentence. That didn’t please you.

He jumps and gasps when one hand strays down to slap his poor little cock, not hard enough to actually hurt but just enough to sting.

"Answer me when I ask you a question," your voice dropped lower, Diluc could see the tips of your tongue when you talked.

"P-please," he weakly said. He wasn’t even answering the question. He was slowly getting lost in his mind, he was quietly begging, he didn’t even know what for. He just wanted more. God could punish him later.

"How bad do you want it?" your thumb gently traced Diluc’s bottom lip. Piercing gaze making Diluc unable to breathe and think properly.

"So bad, God please, need it so bad," he murmurs, too embarrassed to speak up.

“You are so fucking adorable. Let me take care of you darling,” you whisper, lips tracing over Diluc’s neck, making him tilt his head and sigh in pleasure. Fingers grip his narrow waist just on the verge of too tight, and he can hardly catch his breath before it's knocked out of him.

You move over him, your presence consuming all of the angel’s senses. You draw their foreheads together, forcing your eyes to meet and your lips to slightly touch. "I’m going to fuck you so good, sweet thing."

Diluc feels like his heart is about to leap out of his chest at your words, everything was too much but he wanted so much more. His eyes screwed shut in an attempt to focus but you weren't having it. He jumps when you slap him hard across the cheek, the rings on your fingers make the sting way worse and it leaves Diluc sobbing, cheek starting to burn.

"Look at me."

So that is what he does. He obeys like he always does, just like how angels were taught to be. He looks up, hands wiping the tears away as he focuses on your face. You’re serious now, all playfulness gone and Diluc shudders at the way your eyes are dark, almost predatory. The angel watches as you suddenly pop three of your own fingers in your mouth, sucking on them greedily. Diluc could see the sinful tongue work messily, coating your long fingers in your lube like saliva, some dripping down your wrist and you even moaned, putting on a show for the poor angel. When you deemed having coated your fingers in saliva enough, you pulled them out of your mouth.

"See, baby, I need to stretch you out first. We don’t want your first time to be painful now, do we?” you say with a smirk on your face, contrasting with your surprisingly soft voice. Clean hand rubbing Diluc thigh, way too gently for a demon. Your other hand reaches down between Diluc’s legs, nimble fingers circling Diluc’s hole making the angel grip the sheets tightly. You hold back a groan at the way Diluc’s hole clenches around nothing, begging to be filled and used.

You slowly pushed one finger in making Diluc squeal embarrassingly loud, it made his face even redder. You quickly followed with a second finger, fucking them in and out quickly, not giving Diluc enough time to enjoy it completely. You were a demon, after all. You added a third one, the sweet mewl coming out of the angel’s mouth enough to make you smile sadistically.

The silence stretched on between both of you and the only thing that could be heard were soft moans coming from Diluc’s mouth. They were sparse but whenever one slipped out of his parted lips you felt a shot of pride run through your body, you made that happen, you were causing the pleasure that made those moans to slip out of that pretty mouth and that was quite possibly the most arousing thing you ever witnessed. You kept pushing your fingers in and out fast, then slow, grazing Diluc’s prostate each time before pulling your fingers out, Diluc whined in protest. The angel’s eyes are heavily lidded and his mouth hangs open, panting like a dog in heat. 

Diluc was a masterpiece, perfection in its purest form.

"You’re going to take my cock so well, angel. I’m going to fill you up so good," you whispered, lining yourself up against Diluc’s hole, rubbing the tip against it teasingly. Diluc let out a high pitched moan, pushing back against it.

“Please, my God please—” he begged but was cut off by his own loud moan when you finally pushed inside him. It was agonizingly slow, the angel whimpers, soft noises leaving his mouth that he tried to cover. The stretch is immense, a relentless ache that has his eyes tearing. A small chuckle left your mouth as you keep sinking into Diluc inch by inch, slowly, way too slowly for your taste but it is Diluc’s first time and even though you are a demon, you weren’t an asshole. You still like to torture Diluc, though. You relish in the view of your cock sliding in so easily, it was like Diluc was made for you and only you. Small noises come out of the angel laying underneath your warm body, and you pushed Diluc’s legs open further.

"Poor little angel," your mocking tone is laced with fake affection. You did not let Diluc time to talk back, pulling all the way out and fucking back into him. Diluc let out a loud moan, tears welling in the corners of his eyes from the intense pleasure. And it's too much for Diluc, too big inside him, an exquisitely painful stretch that is sexual in a way he's never been allowed. He glances down, watching the front of his pelvis shift slightly. It’s small, the hint of a bulge, and he bites back a moan. His mind is racing, knowing that your cock is large and thick enough to make his stomach bulge out a little bit is overwhelming. Diluc let out a small sob. He had been waiting for this, for so long. He had never felt this wonderful before, not in heaven or on earth.

To you, this whole situation was more than sex, it was about corrupting someone so pure and obedient to his God. It was about proving to Diluc that sometimes, sinning can feel wonderful. But it is also about having the stubborn angel in a position that he dreamed about for so long but never admitted because he despised the demon currently fucking him. This was all you are about, you thrived off the way things always went your way and how actually powerful you were, how weak everyone is for you. It is a feeling that you would never get over. That immense feeling of power and control over anything and anyone.

“Spread your wings for me, princess,” you demanded as you thrust roughly into Diluc. Immediately, Diluc’s large white wings spread out behind him with a little difficulty since they were trapped between the mattress and his body, the feathers quivering with the same anticipation that the angel felt. You grinned at the sight of your pretty angel’s wings. You knew that Diluc would do whatever you desired, obey any command. You had his beautiful pure angel right where you wanted, submissive and willing under your touch.

Diluc looks up at you, breath hitching. He looks even more debauched than before, his hair sticking up in every direction but what you loved the most is the tears running down the angel’s face, they shined, almost like diamonds. It was probably the most ravishing thing you ever saw. Diluc’s big red eyes were all wet, his lips and cheeks coated in drool, his little cock leaking all over his abs; painful from the lack of attention.

You caressed the inside of the angel’s thick thighs, “Look at you, so obedient to rules," you laughed, grabbing Diluc’s hips tightly and picking up the pace, slamming into him roughly, tip nudging right against his prostate with each thrust. Diluc’s fists balled into the silk sheets as he moaned, trying desperately to push back on the demon’s cock, desperately trying to get more of that feeling deep in his guts.

“God must be pleased with you,” you whispered.

“Don’t-don’t say His name,” Diluc cried out, his voice slightly broken. “P-please, don’t."

“What would he say if he saw you? Letting the evil ruin you like this just because you fell into temptation,” you laughed again, one of your hands slapping Diluc’s thigh with such force that the skin immediately turned an angry red. The poor thing kept sobbing and moaning.

Diluc cried at the burning thought. I have sinned. I have sinned. I must be punished.

But maybe, just maybe, sinning was not as bad as he thought. He was pretty sure that he looked like a mess but he did not care. You looked simply sinful to Diluc, with your hair falling down your forehead, some strands sticking to it. A thin layer of sweat covers your body. Your red eyes were now darker, looking at Diluc like he was going to eat him up alive. No, that’s what the demon wants him to think. He wants to trick him. He wants to corrupt him and turn him into someone evil.

"Fuck you," he never swears, never did in his life but he wanted to test you, see where he could go. You, of course, react quickly to those two words. Hand flying to slap Diluc right on his cheek, leaving a handprint on the soft skin. You grab Diluc’s chin in a vice grip, making him whimper in pain, it hurts so bad but he can’t help but love it.

“Open your fucking mouth.”

You held his head still, pushing him on the pillows as you stared at him coldly. Diluc does as he is told and keeps his mouth open obediently as you spit directly into it, some landing on his already wet with tears face, and Diluc swallows.

You lean down, breath hot against Diluc’s neck, and when your sharp fangs scrape over the tender skin, Diluc’s back arch up as he lets out a long pitched moan. Your pace was harsh, you kept fucking Diluc roughly, hips moving expertly. The sound of skin slapping echoed in the room, reminding Diluc of what he was doing, how he was betraying his one and only God.

His head falls back on the pillows as you thrust into him, over and over again, relentless. One of your hands slid between their bodies to wrap around the red haired angel’s neglected dick, jerking him off in time with his sharp thrusts.

You’re both close, so close. With a hard bite that breaks the skin on Diluc’s neck, blood immediately rolling down his skin, and he is seeing white. His eyes roll back, his back arching again beautifully as he cries out, his mouth hangs open with his pink tongue slightly peeking out, drool all over his chin and he is coming all over his chest. His tiny cock spurted out thick white ropes of cum as he began shaking. 

The sight is almost vulgar and it’s enough to bring you over the edge and you were coming soon after with a soft moan against his ear, biting once again at Diluc’s neck. Forked tongue lapping up the precious dark red liquid oozing out of the small wounds.

Maybe sinning isn't so bad after all.

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keep your eyes on us // chuuya x dazai + akutagawa // 2.6k // smut

He looks terribly small against Dazai who stands proud and tall behind his little body, it is arousing though, how Dazai can make him look so small, how he can make him fall in that special headspace where his mind only tells him to obey but also makes him want to be taken care of in all ways possible. And so it begins, the art of the tease, where Chuuya is his instrument and Dazai will make him sing a song of sweet longing and desperation.

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keep your eyes on us // chuuya x dazai + aku

Rating: Explicit

Summary: He looks terribly small against Dazai who stands proud and tall behind his little body, it is arousing though, how Dazai can make him look so small, how he can make him fall in that special headspace where his mind only tells him to obey but also makes him want to be taken care of in all ways possible. And so it begins, the art of the tease, where Chuuya is his instrument and Dazai will make him sing a song of sweet longing and desperation.

Word Count: 2.6k

Tags: light dom/sub, sex toys, accidental voyeurism, pwp, body worship

A/N: im soft for needy chuuya, enjoy

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There is a full-length mirror on the wall right in front of Dazai’s bed.

Dazai bought the large mirror last summer, and it was a useful mirror, just not in the ways Chuuya expected.

They had cleaned their shared room that morning, changing sheets and picking up dirty laundry. The room was back to its clean and comfy self and that’s all they needed. Only a tiny bedside table lamp was on, soft golden dim lights giving the room a calm aura that they both liked. Everything was wonderful.

“Focus on me,” Dazai whispers, nipping the flesh of Chuuya’s neck as he holds his jaw with a strong grip, forcing Chuuya to look in front of him. Right at himself in the mirror’s reflection. It is embarrassing really, looking at himself completely naked, only wearing his usual choker, with his boyfriend’s body flush behind him, bandaged chest to back. It is embarrassing but hot at the same time. Shivers ran down his spine each time Dazai looked back at him, piercing gaze devouring him from head to toes. The mirror is big, they both fit completely on it, and Chuuya loves it.

Both of them have been playing around for an hour now and Chuuya is still leaking, wishing he could cum but he knows Dazai is not done with him. He knows how Dazai likes to play until he is satisfied but he also knows that his boyfriend won’t push it past his limits and Chuuya is grateful for that because he doesn’t think that he is capable of holding himself back any longer.

Chuuya’s legs are spread wide open, marked thighs, and painfully hard cock on full display but it is kind of arousing. Chuuya always found himself kind of handsome, maybe even pretty sometimes but right now, watching himself back in the mirror, naked body covered in a thin layer of sweat, he found himself incredibly hot.

"Gorgeous," Dazai breathes out against his neck, his free hand now slowly caressing his inner thigh. Chuuya’s gaze doesn’t leave the mirror, breath itching as Dazai strokes his aching cock gently, a touch that's barely there, as his other hand still grips his jaw tightly enough to start hurting a little. The touch is too light, too soft. It isn’t like Dazai to be so careful with him and Chuuya knows it’s only to tease him even more which would’ve made him snap at the other if he wasn’t so desperate right now.

He looks terribly small against Dazai who stands proud and tall behind his little body, it is arousing though, how Dazai can make him look so small, how he can make him fall in that special headspace where his mind only tells him to obey but also makes him want to be taken care of in all ways possible. And so it begins, the art of the tease, where Chuuya is his instrument and Dazai will make him sing a song of sweet longing and desperation. Dazai knows Chuuya wants more. He can see it in the mirror, how Chuuya’s smooth thighs are flexing and shaking, he can hear his tiny whines, and how Chuuya starts bucking his hips up in an attempt to get more friction.

A loud slap echoed in the room, followed by a pained whimper, "Patience," Dazai tells him sternly, rubbing the now bright red skin of his thigh. Chuuya only mutters a soft Sorry. He runs both of his hands on Chuuya’s thighs, leaving him a shivering mess underneath his delicate touch. It’s not enough though, it’s never enough for Chuuya who starts bucking his hips up once again. He can’t help it, not when Dazai’s hands are so close to his cock and he badly needs them.

"Osamu, please," he feels like crying and the dark look Dazai gives him in the mirror does not help. He feels his thighs sting once again, a loud yelp leaving his mouth as tears start to form, it hurt so good. "What did I fucking say? You want to cum right?" his voice deep and low in Chuuya’s ear. "How can I let you cum if you don’t listen to me? I should let you here and maybe someone else will have some pity on you, that’s what you want? To be someone else’s slut?"

Chuuya shakes his head and Dazai start to pump Chuuya’s length in a relatively slow manner, enough to turn him on, but not enough to get him off. It was such an erotic view in the huge mirror, his cheeks were dusty pink and his hair matted to his forehead. “Please, please.”

“No, not yet, I have other plans for you,” he whispers, and then kisses his neck softly before pulling away and removing his hand, leaving Chuuya whining in protest once again. He watched as Dazai searched for something under his pillow, he couldn’t figure out what it was exactly until Dazai sat back behind him with the biggest grin plastered on his face and that’s when he saw it.

The wand, that fucking wand. The one the couple had been eyeing online for months now. It was baby pink, the colour Chuuya wanted even though Dazai wanted the black one. He did not know when the hell Dazai bought it or why he did not even tell him. The blush on his cheeks deepens and he throws a curious look at his boyfriend. "Wha-"

He doesn’t have the time to say anything when the toy comes to life on the underside of his cock, ripping a loud gasp out of his mouth. Immediately, his hips bucked towards the toy, trying to get more of the vibrations, his small hand gripping Dazai’s thigh tight enough to leave small crescents on his skin. Chuuya’s eyes fluttered shut but the small slap on his cheek reminded him of the mirror in front of them, Dazai keeps him still, his breath warm against the shell of his ear.

"You have to keep your eyes on us, baby. Keep those pretty eyes open and watch how beautiful you are," Dazai reminds, pulling the wand away, leaving Chuuya’s cock twitching and leaking even more precum, Chuuya can’t stop the soft whines that keep coming from his mouth.

It’s true. Chuuya does look absolutely ravishing like that and maybe buying this mirror wasn’t a bad idea, he thinks. There was something so erotic, absolutely obscene, about watching his own body tremble in arousal and anticipation as his heart beats fast, it is nothing new for them, they had a lot of incredible mind-blowing sex. They had their fair share amount of toys and other accessories that they liked to use from time to time. Sex with Dazai was always incredible, whether it was slow sweet almost vanilla lovemaking or rough, fast, and extremely kinky fucking. Each time was always an experience that Chuuya was addicted to. Of course, their relationship doesn’t revolve around sex only but Chuuya has to admit that he was kind of addicted to Dazai.

Chuuya pushes his hips up a little in an attempt to get more of the toy still vibrating in Dazai’s hand. The brunette takes pity on him and with a small chuckle, draws the wand back against Chuuya’s cock.

“Fuck,” he whimpers, lip between his teeth. It’s too much, too much yet not enough. He fight back the urge to close his eyes, keeping them focused on his reflection. The view should not be this hot, but the way the dim lights are gently illuminating his skin made him look like he was being hugged by gold, like he was a piece of art worthy of such a delicate and expensive material.

It’s better than he imagined, the vibration against his sensitive dick is enough to make him shudder and moan loudly, curses falling from his lips. He slowly thrusts his hips more against the toy, sighing and whining softly as he enjoys the sensation. It is good in a way that makes pleasure thrum gently under his skin, building slow and steady.

"Look at you, you’re so fucking perfect. I’ve always loved the way your skin feels under my hands, how incredible your body looks. You're so perfect," The sincere words draw a whimper from the smaller male who felt overwhelmed by this whole situation, he almost wants to cry. Dazai is staring back at him in the mirror, eyes dark and filled with lust. “Such a good boy, the prettiest,” Dazai praised, pleased to see that Chuuya’s eyes were not leaving the mirror just like he wanted.

He can feel Dazai’s own hard cock against his lower back and he wonders if Dazai is going to do something about it or not. That thought is quickly pushed aside when he clicks the only button on the toy and it starts vibrating even more. He wails, thrusting up almost frantically, mouth open as he moans loud and whines. His dick spills more precum, and Dazai runs his fingers through it, shoving two of them into Chuuya's pretty mouth, where he laps it up hungrily, still moaning around Dazai's fingers.

Chuuya really feels like crying, in fact, he is pretty sure that he will actually cry. He is dizzy. It's all so overwhelming yet so fucking good. The brunette behind him presses down on his tongue and Chuuya gags, unable to stop himself from drooling all over his chin and Dazai's hand. He can feel himself tear up, his vision blurry and eyes lidded as Dazai whispers sweet praises to him. He keeps squirming in Dazai's arms.

The wand, the fingers in his mouth, the mirror in front of them, the dick pressed to his back. It's all too much, yet all he has in mind is Dazai, Dazai, Dazai. He was getting lost in pleasure and his own mind, his panting breaths became a string of curses mixed with begging. Dazai's name spilled out again and again, like a prayer.

Dazai pulls back his fingers from Chuuya's mouth, using them to slowly caress Chuuya's cock with the tips of his wet fingers, keeping the wand on the leaking tip.

“D-Dazai,” he breathes out, more of a whimper than anything. It’s slow like that for a long while, Dazai gently touching Chuuya like he was touching some sort of fragile glass sculpture as the toy kept torturing Chuuya. But it's all gone soon when Dazai fisted his hair and tugged it with growing impatience. A small yelp comes from him as Dazai starts biting the soft sensitive skin of his neck all while Chuuya keeps bucking his hips up on the toy. He can see how his thighs flex and shake, how his abdomen tenses, and how his cock twitches. He can see Dazai's gaze, full of love and desire. It’s all so amazing, making his head spin and pleasure spiral through him.

His moans get louder, higher, voice cracking as he squeezes Dazai's thighs harder. There is drool all over his chin, tears started rolling down his adorable pink face and his skin is burning under Dazai's touch. Fuck, he feels so hot.

Dazai continues whispering sweet praises to him, telling him how good he is, how perfect, telling him how much he loves him. Chuuya senses that he is close, the wand goes from the base of his cock to his tip then back to the base, over and over again while Dazai keeps playing with the settings.

"I can't, I can't, I can't." Chuuya is squirming and sobbing fully now, back arching and Dazai is absolutely proud of himself for being the one making the other cry like that. "Do you want to cum? Is that it? Are you going to cum for me?" his voice is low, lower than Chuuya has ever heard him. Chuuya nods, dazed and way too out of it to properly ask for it. He catches the brunette's heavy gaze in the mirror, a sly smirk on his lips.

Yes, yes, yes. Every instinct tells him to come, to put an end to this sweet addictive torture but Dazai did not tell him to do so and Chuuya doesn't think he would be able to handle a punishment after this.

“I got you baby, I got you, it's okay," Dazai murmurs against his ear, hot breath sending shudders along his skin. He chokes on a sob, heart beating fast. Dazai's free hand sneaks between their bodies to jerk himself off at the same time, pressing soft kisses along Chuuya's shoulder. Chuuya keeps moaning all so prettily, his usual voice now higher and it might be one of the prettiest things Dazai heard. Nothing could compare to this.

Chuuya comes first. His mouth opens on a moan of Dazai’s name and he claws at the sheets as his body slightly spasms under the intense sensation. His head thrown back against Dazai's shoulder. He comes a lot, cock spurting cum all over his stomach and thighs, his entire body tensing up before relaxing. He hears Dazai groan behind him, he knows the other came too and he feels it right on his back. Dazai even has the audacity to chuckle. 

The mirror in front of them reflects back the image of Chuuya’s body limp in Dazai’s arms, cum painting his chest and eyes still wet from the tears. His red hair is a mess from Dazai tugging on it. Chuuya breathes heavily, chest rising up and down as he comes down from his high, he looked completely debauched, "You’re absolutely gorgeous like this Chuuya," Dazai was looking at him with fondness clear in his eyes.

“You did so well. Such a good pet for me,” his boyfriend praised him in whispers, kissing his shoulder and the top of his head. Chuuya giggled softly, watching as Dazai turn off the wand and toss it to the side.

"We should," Chuuya starts, voice barely audible, "we should do it again one day."

The other hums in approval, "and maybe invite our dear Akutagawa to join us, I know he’d love that," he grabs Chuuya’s jaw and gently turns his head to the slightly opened door and it suddenly hits him. They did not even take the time to close the door of their room fully beforehand, way too impatient to care.

His eyes meet Akutagawa’s.

Akutagawa who heard and saw most of it. Akutagawa who was now sporting a painful hard on in his tight pants and a deep pinkish blush on his face. The same Akutagawa who squeaked at being caught and ran back to his room, locked the door, and flopped down on the bed, sighing before pushing his face in the pillows, briefly realizing his hard on was pressed nicely against the mattress. He took a deep breath into the pillow, his heart beating fast. He moaned softly as he gripped the pillow his head was buried on, rocking his hips against the plush material of the bed. He let out a small whine muffled by the soft cotton. His hips once again began to grind on their own, the friction making him feel warm everywhere, and his small cock leaks even more precum in his pants. His mind was playing back the intimate scene he happened to accidentally see, Chuuya looked alluring crying in Dazai’s arms and the noises he was making, oh God, they were completely sinful.

And if the couple noticed how Akutagawa seemed to avoid them all week, they said nothing. There wasn't anything to say, judging by the dusty pink painting Akutagawa's cheeks anytime he would accidentally look in their direction and the way he couldn't even hold eye contact for more than a milisecond. It was obvious.

Something inside Chuuya was itching to ruin the sweet boy. To break him slowly until he cried. He already knows Dazai has the same idea. 

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guidance // xiao x gn!reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: It was addicting, how Xiao could turn into a mess with a simple touch. You enjoyed how easy it was to rile him up, to turn him on and make him want more and more with each touch and word. There was something about Xiao willing to let himself be loved, cherished, controlled, that had you completely addicted.

Word Count: 1.428

Tags: pwp, dom/sub, sub!xiao, slight body worship, dirty talk, hand job, pet names

A/N: not beta read sorry!!

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Xiao is one of the cutest things you have ever seen in your life. His strong desire to please and be praised constantly was something you will never get over. It wasn’t very shocking when Xiao told you about his need to be controlled. You weren’t sure about it at first when you both started this, Xiao had been basically controlled all his life and you were a little anxious about it but learned quickly that Xiao needed control and rules. Guidance. But not in the way he always knew. Xiao was complex, and it took time for you to finally get him to be comfortable enough. He was like fragile glass that could break at the slightest touch at first. But once things got better and he let himself be completely submissive, you both spent hours discovering each other’s hidden pleasures.

Someone as strong as Xiao being reduced to a small whining and sobbing mess was not what you expected but you did not mind, in fact, you love it. Xiao wasn’t one to enjoy attention on him, more of an introverted soul that preferred hiding and avoiding any human contact unless necessary. But with you, his soul itched with that aching need he never felt before. He always felt the need to search for your attention, craving it whenever you weren’t looking in his direction. You had total control over Xiao and he absolutely loved it. Loved the way you take care of him, the way he let those barriers drop just for you, the way you made him forget the pain.

It was addicting, how Xiao could turn into a mess with a simple touch. You enjoyed how easy it was to rile him up, to turn him on and make him want more and more with each touch and word. There was something about Xiao willing to let himself be loved, cherished, controlled, that had you completely addicted.

“You’re so beautiful, the prettiest angel I’ve ever seen,” you whisper. Shyness floods him when you look at him, eyes filled with lust. You run your hands on Xiao’s clothed thighs, closer and closer to the most sensitive part of his body. Xiao’s knees spread apart even more under the teasing touch, effectively building expectation by moving your hands up, so close to Xiao’s cock without fully touching it. Xiao was feeling lightheaded already, breath coming quick and ragged out of his mouth, his chest heaving.

“Always so strong and cold, yet you look so small right now. You like that, don’t you?” you asked, voice low. Your hands playing with the edges of the pants he is still wearing. “You love being my pretty little angel, hm?” Xiao nods, words stuck in his throat.

You chuckle at his neediness, “This is exactly where you belong, after all, my dear Xiao. Underneath me. At my mercy.”

You start leaving kisses all over his collarbones, soft lips dragging over the warm skin. Determined to kiss every single inch of Xiao’s body. You buried your face in Xiao’s exposed neck, kissing, licking along the line of his throat. Xiao sucked in a breath at a particularly sensitive spot. Your lips trace a path downwards until they are met with a scar, then another. Rough skin against soft lips. You don’t waste time biting and nibbling on one of Xiao’s nipples.

“Master," he whimpers, throwing his head back and moaning, loud. You slide your hand up to his waist, slowly caressing the skin there, “Do you even know how breathtaking you are? How much I want to wreck you completely until you are a sobbing mess because of me?”

Breathtaking. Xiao doesn’t think of himself that way. He doesn’t even care about his mortal appearance, but hearing the praise, especially from you, always made his cheeks turn pink so easily, embarrassment flooding his body.

A gentle finger under his chin makes him look up at you. Big wide amber eyes waiting for what was about to come next. He can feel the heat in his face, spreading out and down his chest. You are looking at him with those dark eyes that made him feel so small every time.

You ran your fingers through Xiao’s dark hair only to pull on it and press your lips against Xiao’s soft plump ones. The kiss is slow, intoxicating, Xiao lets you take control immediately. Letting you bite his bottom lip and deepen the kiss. Fingers ghosting over the inside of his thighs, slowly inching up to play with the waistband of his pants, pulling it away and letting it snap back in place before finally pulling his pants down enough to free his poor leaking cock. Xiao whines and bucks his hips up, hands gripping your arms. You place a hand over his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze, making Xiao close his thighs shyly.

The sound of lips against lips, the soft touches, slow and gentle. Both of you enjoying each other's presence. Desire and neediness overwhelm Xiao. You want to make it all about him and the desperation running through his body. He is already achingly hard and the arousal coursing through your own body is heavy, but you're not really in a rush, more focused on being together than getting off.

“M-master,” Xiao hiccups, “Please.”

“Please what?” you purr in Xiao’s ear, breath hot. “Wanna cum,” he says, beginning to tremble underneath you. “Make me cum, p-please.”

In those moments, you knew it would not take long for Xiao to actually come. It was impressive in some ways, how you could praise and touch Xiao and it would turn him on so much. Sometimes coming untouched. It was your favorite thing to do, whispering all the filthy stuff you would do and watching your precious sweetheart squirm around, whining and looking at you with those big wet puppy eyes.

You smirk, spitting in your hand before wrapping it around his cock completely. The adeptus gasps and squirms under the hot touch. Pupils blown and mouth slightly agape as a shaky breath escapes him. You slowly began to move your hand, dragging your palm gently over his cock, making him whine in pleasure.

The sensations are amazing, exhilarating. Sending shivers down Xiao’s spine, making him breathe hard. It’s cute, the way he is already a mess for you. He is just so sensitive and you love it. You pick up the pace, twisting your hand around the head of Xiao’s cock, using your thumb to tease the slit. get him writhing and breathless underneath your own body, looking cuter than ever.

“I’m going to- Please,” Xiao chokes on a moan, blushing even more than he had been already at having to admit it so soon. He’s pink all down his neck and chest, heat-flushed and needy.

“I know baby,” you say, chuckling softly, your other hand slides down to one of his thighs. The tips of your fingers gently tracing the skin there as Xiao keeps making the most delicious, sinful sounds, almost sobbing under your sweet touch, hiding his pretty face behind his own hand, and shaking with every breath and every touch.

“But do you deserve it, my dear? Is my pretty angel good enough to deserve to cum?” you slow down, giving Xiao’s cock a long squeeze with a playful smirk on your lips, watching the slight panic rise in Xiao.

The other whine loudly, pouting at you, “I do! I was so g-good! Please.” His hand is suddenly holding your wrist, making sure you would not stop. It hurts a little, mainly because Xiao still has trouble with understanding how strong he actually is but you don't mind, you know he would never hurt you in any ways, he just gets a little too excited sometimes.

You slapped his hand away. A silent warning.

You picked up your pace. Xiao couldn’t do more than drool a little and sob, losing himself to the pleasure, moaning and whining loudly like he always does.

“You’re right, you’ve been so good today and I think you deserve to cum,” you kiss his neck softly, “Come on sweetheart, you can cum.”

And Xiao does. Coming all over your hand with a choked out moan, painting his stomach with so much cum. He feels weightless, his body not tense anymore and he can feel you kissing him everywhere on his face, praises whispered sweetly in his ear.

But you are still very horny and Xiao is determined to be a good boy and show you how good he can be.

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that one fic with angel!diluc getting absolutely r a i l e d that has been sitting in my docs for months like 🧍

[exildesanges]

currently wondering if i should post a bottom diluc fic or a bottom xiao one first,, argh

also if u have any ship ideas for a new fic or something hmu im always indecisive af haha

[exildesanges]

can't get enough // diluc x gn!reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: “You’re such a cute little thing,” you say playfully, pushing Diluc’s red hair away from his forehead as he let out a small whimper. He looked absolutely breathtaking right now, wearing nothing but the puffy short maid dress you gifted him. You smiled lovingly at him and reached to pet his face. He rubbed his cheek on your hand as a cat would. He is your pretty kitten after all.

Word Count: 1.228

Tags: pwp, bottom diluc, top reader, gender neutral reader, dirty talk, diluc in a maid dress

A/N: reader is gender neutral BUT the word "cock" is used, you can think of a real cock or a strap-on, nothing else is mentioned about it. also reader gets to cum but again, it isn't detailed so it's still pretty much gender neutral :)

m.list / AO3 link

Diluc is a beautiful sight, spread on the bed in the pretty dress that you bought, his wide eyes looking back at you. You grin sadistically at the sight.

His cheeks were a dusty pink color, and his bottom lip was slightly bleeding from biting nervously on it. It was not his first time being in this situation, underneath you with his legs spread wide open, waiting for you to make him forget how to properly talk, but it was the first time he was wearing something like this in bed. The first time he tried on the dress, it ended up with you two making out. It wasn’t your fault, Diluc looked incredibly hot in that short dress. It fitted him perfectly, making his waist appear even smaller than it already is and showing off the thighs you love so much. His body was gorgeous in it. The dress was simply perfect for him.

The dress was not really supposed to show much skin, it was a simple maid dress that you managed to get your hands on. It had long sleeves and the shirt was buttoned all the way up, a small apron tied around the waist. The only thing that was different from any other dresses that the maids at the Winery wore was the length of it. It stopped at the very top of Diluc’ thighs. Thighs that were now exposed to your gentle touch. You managed to alter the dress before surprising him with it, and it was absolutely worth it. With each step he took, the skirt kept moving in a way that made his cute ass visible to you. Embarrassment flooded his body, his hands kept pulling the skirt down and the light pink blush on his face continued to spread down his neck but he loved it. Yes, the dress was kind of embarrassing but the way your hungry eyes would not leave his body made shivers run down his spine.

It was not a revealing dress except that now, the shirt was unbuttoned all the way down, showing off Diluc’ nipples and the pretty red marks you left all over his chest. The skirt was pushed up, giving you full access to his thick cock and his hole taking your own cock perfectly, like he was made for it, made for you and you only.

“You’re such a cute little thing,” you say playfully, pushing Diluc’s red hair away from his forehead as he let out a small whimper. He looked absolutely breathtaking right now, wearing nothing but the puffy short maid dress you gifted him. You smiled lovingly at him and reached to pet his face. He rubbed his cheek on your hand as a cat would. He is your pretty kitten after all.

“You are so sweet, so beautiful. You are my little kitten, right Diluc?” you said sweetly. He whined, hips stuttering upwards as he tried to get you to move again. You gave him a sharp slap on his thigh in return, his soft skin immediately turning red. It stung so bad but he loved it, his hard dick throbbed, leaking more precum on the fabric of the dress.

“Did I say you could move?” you demanded, tone low and dangerous. He whined back but you only slapped him once again. “Don’t make me punish you, sweetheart, I promise you don’t want that.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he whispered. His pretty eyes were now wet, making them look even bigger. Adorable.

You leaned forward and kissed Diluc on his pink pouty lips, one of your hands caressing his thigh as you slowly pushed back into him. You picked up a steady, deep pace. Thrusting so hard into Diluc’ tight heat that he let himself fully sob, wet tears rolling down his precious cheeks as you pound into him roughly. Diluc was obsessed with the harsh thrusts and the warm feeling in his guts. At one point, he wraps his legs around your waist to push you deeper, it makes him shudder and moan loudly, hands trembling and gripping the white cotton sheets covering the bed.

“Such a good boy,” you whispered in his ear, “you’re always so big and strong but you love to be ruined, hm? What would everyone say if they knew?”

The sound of skin slapping against skin and Diluc’s loud moans filled the room.

“What if I told them their precious Diluc gets off on dressing up and being fucked by me until you can’t even walk straight? That you beg me to break you almost every night?” you grazed your teeth against the tender skin of Diluc’s neck before biting and sucking on it once again, making Diluc whine and writhe beneath you, his back arched slightly as he gripped your arms tightly. It's all so overwhelming yet so fucking good.

“You are so pathetic," you spat, grabbing his hips tightly and picking up your pace, slamming into him roughly, the tip of your cock nudging right against his prostate with each thrust. It had him crying harder, a mix of moans and whines leaving his mouth and you can’t help the shot of pride running through your body at each little sound the other made.

“Please, please,” Diluc is squirming and scratching your shoulders and arms. His neglected cock keeps on leaking precum all over the skirt of the dress. Such a messy kitty.

“Please what? You know I can’t understand if you don’t use your words, silly kitten,” you chuckle, fucking into him faster and rougher, you knew he wasn’t going to last long. Your sweet kitten was always so sensitive.

"Please! Can I cum? P-please. I’m gonna-" he stuttered out, not even bothering finishing what he had to say, hiding his face with his trembling hands as you keep moving your hips expertly, making him see stars every time. Diluc keeps moaning and sobbing all so prettily, his voice now slightly higher and broken. It made you dizzy, without even knowing, you let out your own soft moans as you keep fucking him hard.

It doesn’t take long for him to come untouched. His mouth opens on a moan of your name and he claws at your shoulders as his body spasms under the intense sensation, his head thrown back against the pillows. His cock spurting cum all over his now ruined dress, his entire body tensing up before relaxing. You quickly came right after fucking into him some more, wasting no time in pulling out to not overstimulate him.

Diluc looked like sin.

His face is pink and wet, red hair sticking to his forehead and messily spread out around him. He breathes heavily, marked up chest rising up and down as he comes down from his high. There is cum all over the dress and his thighs, it’s filthy yet Diluc enjoyed it. You leaned down and pulled him into a bruising kiss, biting and licking at each other’s mouth. You can feel his body slightly shake underneath you.

“So good, you’re such a good boy, my good boy.” a kiss on his forehead, “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? I will take the pretty dress off, is that okay with you baby?” he nodded weakly.

“Hm, love you,” he mumbled, giggling softly as you kissed the tip of his nose.

“Love you too kitten.”