COMMISSION FOR MY LOVELY TULIP! I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!
This is an OC x CANON!!! If that's not your thing, keep on scrolling!
Male oc pup hybrid x canon, fluffy and a lil sad, does get a little nsfw at the end. Mentions of past abuse and a little heavy, be careful my loves ♥
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When Leon first took Celestyn in, he wasn’t sure what he’d signed up for. Here was this jittery, scrawny thing with fluffed up black hair, tail thumping anxiously. Snuffling in paranoia at his surroundings between panting breaths. You’d think a gunshot had rang through the house with the way he was searching the place, as if a bullet might whip past him at any moment. Torn between the aching urge to feel comforted and the bone-deep instinct to stay alert.
And now, that tail? It was still wagging anxiously, even after staying here for three months. Still not a bullet in sight. Figures, Leon kept all his guns locked up.
It wasn’t the kid’s fault - kid used loosely since Leon had a damn few years on the pup hybrid - and Leon knew that, but ever since he’d brought the fluffball into his home things had been.. Odd.
To put it lightly, half the time Cel looked scared shitless of him.
Don’t get him wrong, Leon knew he was imposing. A little proud of it, thanks to being in shape, but also aware that it could be intimidating. He tried not to be, still does. Crouches down when he’s talking to children, leans on walls to appear shorter, tucks his hands in his pockets to tighten his frame. But none of it had any effect on how Celestyn approached him. Head lowered, ears flat and twitchy, like he was worried he might get yelled at for so much as asking for water.
Leon had spotted Celestyn one night when he went out to refill the dish of wet food he set out for a regular stray cat in the neighbourhood. Call him a sap, old age was softening him. And instead of the usual ginger kitty ears and flicking tail, there sat Celestyn. Olive skinned with wide brown eyes and knotted black hair, shocked to a statue at being caught and half anticipating a beating. Waiting to be met with a backhand instead of an extended palm. A quiet ‘Hey there, buddy.’ was all Leon could get out before the pup was booking it to try and dart back under the deck.
Shit. Obviously that wasn’t going to work. So with the plate of leftover food still in hand, he and his bad knees padded down the porch stairs to go searching for the mystery pup. Stormy blue eyes were matching the skies above, scanning the darkness for any kind of movement. Then there was the twitch of a fuzzy ear.
‘..You don’t have to be scared of me. I’m not gonna hurt’cha.’
Hesitance was clear in the border collie hybrid’s gaze, pupils shrunk as he stared right back at Leon.
‘I’ve got somethin’ for ya,’ Not knowing what else to do in that situation, Leon made a few soft ‘tk tk tk’ sounds with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. Hoping to coax the pup out with some reassurance. ‘Are you hungry, bud? Is that why you were sniffing around?’
He sat like that for a while. Crouched down until his calves started to ache, just staring into the blackness beneath his porch. But it was worth it. Because slowly, with hesitance in every paw-press against dead dirt, out came Celestyn. Frightened, worried, hopeful. Wanting help, even if it was from an older stranger with wind mussed hair and 5 o’clock shadow (despite it being midnight).
In that moment, cocoa brown eyes begged for a sliver of sympathy.
A sliver of reassurance.
Now? It was like an odd roommate agreement. Half the time Leon would come home to some sort of new, tidy detail. The floors swept clean, the old stack of dishes washed and stacked, something dusted or the dining table cleared of loose paper. Like the ghost of a maid had whooshed through his house only to scamper across the living room right after the keys clicked into the lock on the front door. Then came the tumble of a 5’6 dog-human-man-person (Leon was still awful at wrapping his head around this whole thing) darting into his crate, like he was trying to stay out of sight.
Needless to say he was thankful, but also confused.
Leon had tried the usual approach when it comes to timid hybrids. Stuck his hand out for a sniff or two, kept his voice low and even, left every door in the house open for exploration. He was patient, and tried to be understanding given how Celestyn seemed to flinch at most things, but it all seemed to be met with the same thing. Wide eyes and flattened border collie ears. It’d gotten to the point that Leon was worried that if he so much as muttered ‘good boy’ Celestyn would book it for his blankets, hiding from Leon for the rest of the day. Hell, the week.
What his owner had yet to realise, however, was this wasn’t just a case of hybrid to human fear. It was also fluster.
Okay, Celestyn had been wrestling with this for a while. Embarrassed, confused, a little worried. Scared most of all. But he liked Leon. A lot. More than he thought a pet was supposed to like their owner. But this one had been so patient, so warm towards him even as he shivered and backed away. This one had fed him warm meals, been slow and careful during bath time, and smiled softly at him when he yawned with pointed canines.
This one had been different from the others.
But Celestyn had learned that it all ended the same way. If you act like a puppy, you get treated like a puppy. Locked up for misbehaving, scolded, swatted. Any time he caught himself about to yap he snuffed the sound out and replaced it with a cough, and he found himself sitting on his tail to stop it from wagging. What he couldn’t control was his ears. Those damn expressive ears, always flopping and flapping, flattening against his head. Giving away every emotion no matter how hard he tried to mask it.
And Leon still waited.
Maybe he could start to peel back his own shell just a little bit. Enough to poke his nose up into the open air, to smell the security of what was supposed to be his new home.
So when Leon came home today to find Celestyn sitting on the couch, waiting for him instead of darting to his corner, he couldn’t fight off the small smile climbing up his cheeks. No skittering paws, no jumping when he set down his bag and kicked off his boots.
“Hey, buddy. You have a good day while I was gone?” Just to test the waters on how much he could get away with, Leon reached out to gently tousle the pup hybrid’s fluffy black hair. And much to his surprise, he leaned into it. In fact his tail did a few half-hearted thumps against the cushions.
Hope. That was all they could do. The two had to hope. Celestyn had to hope that maybe, just maybe opening up to the welcoming arms offered to him would lead to a hug rather than a shove.
And Leon had to hope that it would be enough.
Maybe it was hope, maybe it was patience, maybe it was a mix of the two. But Celestyn had found it.
His spark was coming back. Slowly. A snail’s pace would match his own. But day by day, Celest became less like an awkward roommate and more like a pet. A true puppy through and through.
Leon coaxed out the dog in Cel wherever he could, with new toys, frisbees and stuffies, even ringing him into a game of tug-of-war. Watching as this shy and nervous, fidgety hybrid became more and more playful. Ice and hail had taken over so much of Celestyn’s life, leaving him in sleet and snow that isolated him from the joys of being a pup. Some days he could still feel that chill creep in, a shiver rolling down his spine at the thought of his old home. How he used to be treated.
But Leon thawed it. Leon ruffled his ears and squished his face until Celest laughed and pawed him away. Ice turned to water, and in slow trickles a once frozen in fear man let himself feel whole. He let himself play, he let himself soften, he let himself run warm. And hot, at some times, thanks to his still lingering crush on his owner. But daily life had settled into something domestic.
In the past Celestyn had cowered beneath the kitchen table when bedtime rolled around, refusing to take the couch out of worry he might manage to screw even that up. When waking up in the morning, he would’ve made the trip down the hallway towards Leon’s room to gently coax his owner from his bed. Nails scratching along the woodwork, adding to the many marks etched into the floorboards. Old scuffs from shoes, a stain here or there be that of dog food or alcohol. A messy tapestry telling the story of two people woven into one another’s lives - hybrid and human. They’d eat breakfast in silence, broken up by questions about the weather or what the day might bring, before Leon went to work.
And now? Celestyn had claimed the opposite side of Leon’s queen sized bed. Often accompanied by a large palm petting over his hair if he tried to get up too early. Being soothed into a slower, softer sleep schedule had done things to Celest’s heart. The tension in his shoulders lessened, the ache in his jaw and canines dulled into that distant soreness he could ignore most days. The same way he ignored those sore memories.
Leon kept a somewhat.. organised mess, to say the least. Piles of clothes, a few ironed shirts hanging in a half-open closet. Thick carpet that now cushioned the border collie hybrid’s footfalls every night, a rug laid out to make it easier to clean likely. Given the fact that an odd crumb could often be felt under his paws in the early morning, that was likely the case. Cel would have to vacuum and do a little laundry folding next time he remembered the state of Leon’s room.
Things were going well.
It started with the thunder. That goddamn thunder.
Leon was no stranger to storms, but that didn’t mean he liked them. Just because someone’s lived around spiders all their life doesn’t mean they won’t develop arachnophobia. You can make small talk with your bitchy neighbour, tell them to have a good day, and still despise them. Except the bitchy neighbour here was an unstable atmosphere.
Storms made his gut twist in a sickly way, like his stomach was being wrung out. It always felt like something awful was going to happen whenever it rained; a truck skidding on wet asphalt and slamming into a car, the screams of his name as a wailing body’s hauled away, a gunshot with a matching wound through the President’s head.
Storms had swept the scene every time. Storms meant something tragic was on the horizon.
He didn’t want to admit it, but he was quick to jolt awake as that static charge blew through the night air. But despite the lightning’s temperature Leon found himself in a cold sweat thanks to the raging storm. You’d think a man of his age and experience, a man who’d seen the horrors of the real world, wouldn’t be so afraid of nightmares or thunder. Especially thunder.
But experience meant little to lots of things. Flashbacks and memories didn’t care about what you’d been through, they were there to haunt you. To keep you awake, to make you fear and worry and overthink. Sinking into the thick skin you’d developed like a sticky, slick sweat. Like the one Leon woke up in.
He just had yet to notice how much he’d flailed when he’d first shot up, the way his muscles tensed and his body tugged at the bottom sheet. It was enough movement to slowly stir the dog hybrid taking up the opposite side of the bed.
It was his ears that twitched at first. Flicking, fur fuzzed up from getting especially comfy in a proper bed. The past few weeks had been kinder to Celestyn ever since he moved into Leon’s room. Then it was his tail, giving a meek flick, an instinctual shift since something in his environment had clearly changed. Even in his slumber he could feel the tension, the crackling in the air. But it wasn’t the thunder and lightning. It was Leon.
Sure enough Cel finally let his droopy brown eyes flutter open, curiosity and a touch of worry weighing on his sleepy mind. Something clearly wasn’t right.
And there he was. Leon, sitting half upright. He was a poor sight. Dark blonde hair sticking up in every which way, the strands tangled into one another from tossing and turning. Blue eyes were just as stormy as the weather, thunderous grey lingering under his eyes in tired bags.
As soon as Leon realised the pup was also awake, he was quick to try and fix his appearance. Half assed, in all honesty, given how smoothing his palms over his bedhead did nothing to help. Nor did his palms scrubbing over his brows and eyes, pushing hard, like he hoped he could shove them back into their sockets to avoid making eye contact ever again. Especially in an emotionally vulnerable situation like this one.
“Hey, bud. Shit, I didn’t wake you, did I?”
Leon tried his best to sound casual, avoiding the way his blood thrummed at the next roll of thunder. Instead he chose to focus on Celestyn’s sweet, sleepy gaze. Ring after ring of soft browns like that of a tree, leading to his dilated pupil. Round, aware, yet still groggy.
The pup’s voice was close to a hoarse whisper as he spoke. “Kinda, but it’s..”
Now it was Celestyn’s turn to jolt once he realised what was going on, border collie ears perking up when another boom rang out. And then his eyes shot wide. That sound had shook him to his core, made his head ache and his heart race from just how loud it had been on his sensitive ears.
Leon had been fast to pick up on that detail, the way Cel’s ears flicked nervously. Clearly he wasn’t the only one unhappy thanks to the weather. “Woah, hey. Easy there, sweetheart. Don’t like storms either, huh?”
Every other time a storm had hit, Celestyn had been forced to cower on his own. Huddled in the nearest, driest corner he could find to wait it out, his owner’s scolding shouts still stinging at his eardrums.
Now he had a warm bed, layer after layer of blankets and plenty of pillows to hide under. He was safe from the whipping wind and pelting rain.
So why was he shaking so damn much?
“I- I just..” Where had his words gone? Dying in his mouth, shrivelling up the same way he once would behind a dumpster in a dark alley. Do syllables shiver if they sit on your tongue for too long? Do they miss the vowels stuck in your throat? Does the separation scare them?
Separation from Leon right now would scare Celestyn. That much he knew.
“Woah there, honey. Here. Scooch in.”
His owner tried his best to keep that tone steady. Not demanding, but firm. And not firm in a way that suggested he was in trouble. This firmness belonged to an anchor, to solid ground and a safe place to sleep. A reassurance and choice wrapped up into one.
So Cel listened to his heart instead of his head. Ignoring the alarm bells telling him this was an action that left him ‘too exposed’, he nudged his way up against Leon’s chest some more. Squishing his cheek into the muscle and warmth of the man who’d taught him that weakness and vulnerability could be a strength in the right environment.
“There you go. Good boy. Isn’t that better?” A large hand came up to gently brush behind a fuzzy dog ear, bruised fingers so coarse yet so careful as he scratched.
Licking over his chapped licks, Celestyn tried to find the right way to ask his next question. “Are you okay? W- Why were you awake?”
Tension. Leon’s shoulders felt stiff. “Just got a little surprised by the storm, that’s all.”
Was it bad for him to doubt his owner’s words? The way he scratched at his stubble and couldn’t seem to meet his pup’s gaze? Not to mention the way he’d just now flinched.
And yet, Cel had noticed how his human also jumped at gunshots on the television. He’d heard the way Leon gasped in the middle of the night, like something had shaken him from slumber and made his ears ring. And he’d heard that same gasp tonight, just now.
Which meant Celestyn wasn’t the only one being affected by the downpour.
“Um.. are you sure?”
“I’m sure, baby.”
A loud clap of thunder, as if God himself was sick of Leon’s bullshitting, had said man jolting where he lay. Nice try. You’re not surprised, you’re frightened. Tell it how it is, tough guy.
“Jesus, fuck-“
Who was he kidding, anyway? Sure, he was big and strong and tough, but he was also emotionally muddled. Watercolours blurred in a smudge of regret, blue, grey, gold - making the paper pill. Taking on so much that the canvas dipped under the weight.
Leon couldn’t let people see how he dipped, how his weight folded. That’s why he was often seen fixing his posture. Reminding himself not to curl inwards.
Reinforce others, he told himself. Ask others how they’re feeling so you don’t focus on how you feel.
Speaking of which.
“How are you holdin’ up, though? You look just about ready to cry, pup..”
It took Celestyn a second to answer. “I don’t like storms..”
“I can tell.” A soft kiss was pressed to one floppy ear, making it twitch and flick at the gentle gesture. “You get scared of them often?”
How do you even answer that question without unloading an alleyway’s worth of trauma, though? Filling up the street with your own stories of garbage. No, it was easier to simplify it.
“Sometimes.. it just- it’s loud. Uncontrollable. Reminds me of stuff..”
“Yeah, I get that.”
And for once Leon didn’t feel like he was just saying that for the sake of being relatable. He did get it.
He could feel Cel shift against him again. “..Am I allowed to ask why it makes you jumpy?”
“Allowed?” Leon couldn’t stop his brow from raising. “Baby, you don’t need my permission to ask questions.” It’s not like I get.. well, scared, sweetheart. I just don’t like them.”
Neither of them were buying Leon’s words, including Leon himself. He couldn’t lie, especially not to Celestyn. Not when he’d been nothing but truthful and supportive. But how much could you tell a person about this line of work before the shadows you chased off started hunting after them too? How little could he share so he wouldn’t scare this angel of a pup off?
Readjusting his hold on the border collie hybrid, Leon gave his throat a short clear. Gunk likely left over from his job, the weight of his words sticking to the thick phlegm that clung to his wind pipe. “..Sounds too close for comfort to a few things I’d rather forget. Things I’m gonna keep you safe from.”
Celestyne couldn’t tell if his body tensed or relaxed at that. It did an odd move, shuffling into his owner’s hold by an extra inch, just enough for a gentle kiss to be pressed to his forehead.
Leon’s words muffled against his hair. “I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from some things in the past, baby. I’m gonna make up for that.”
There it was. That trickle of guilt dripping into his lower stomach. Protection. Safety. Alien concepts to Cel. “..You don’t have to.”
“I know. But I want to. Someone should’ve been there, so I’m gonna be that someone.”
This was what they shared. A mutual understanding, a want to protect the other. Could two people who’d been through similar but different experiences be a shield for one another? Could this work? The thought made Celestyn’s head feel fuzzy.
“I wanna be that someone for you, too, though..”
The pup’s voice piped up, muffled into Leon’s chest. Hesitant, not entirely confident, but trying nonetheless.
And that meant a lot to Leon.
“Really?”
“Y- yeah. I want to help. I don’t want you to be scared or- or uncomfortable or.. Anything negative, really..”
What had he done to deserve this creature? “Well, aren’t you sweet?”
Of course Celestyn didn’t have anything to say in response. Praise was still a new concept to him, but he accepted it the best he could.
Making sure the blankets were properly snug around them both, Leon gave Cel’s ear a gentle scruff of affection. “How about you just start by staying here with me, yeah?” His voice was starting to get gravelly again, the warmth of Celestyn’s body mixed with their mutual reassurances lulling him back into exhaustion.
Celestyn, however, was the opposite. He felt like crushed up tin foil, wide awake with every limb and muscle shifting and moving in spite of himself. If his joints could crinkle, they would’ve.
And that made Leon frown. Not because he was upset, but because he knew what it was like. To be unsettled and restless. “We can talk about whatever chores or ‘responsibilities’ you wanna take on later. Right now I’m more focused on helping you calm down. You’re still shaking all over.”
Shit. Was it really that noticeable? Maybe his stupid ears gave it away. “N- not that much..”
“Yes that much, puppy. Here, focus on my heartbeat. Slow that brain down.”
That steady thrum was enough to anchor Celestyn. Making his own heart settle into something serene. But still it raced. It raced because of how close the two were.
“Y’know, I’m glad you feel safe enough now to do this. Guess I’m not so scary after all, huh?” Celest could feel Leon’s breath fanning over his fuzzy ears when he spoke up, leaving the border collie hybrid in a haze. Is this what puppy love was?
And in that sappy headspace, Celestyne felt safe enough to admit it. “I never thought you were scary, I just.. Didn’t know what to really do. No one’s ever been this nice to me before. Not without wanting something in return..”
So that’s what he thought this was. Transactional. All this time Cel was prepared for Leon to ask something of him. “All I want in return is a companion, Celest. Just stick with me, and maybe chew up a pillow from time to time. Just to keep things interesting.”
“Thank you. Th- thank you so much, Leon.”
Soft, clumsy kisses were pressed against the warm skin of Leon’s bare chest between more whispered gratitudes. Something that made his owner’s chest ache.
Celestyne couldn’t wrap his head around it. How could one man be so gentle, yet so strong? Such a steady hand to guide a - not rowdy or unruly, moreso shaky - dog hybrid like him. Did Leon know how much this meant to him? He felt like he was chasing his tail, thoughts running around and around, unable to catch them no matter how hard he tried. But with his owner, with this one human, it seemed to halt.
Maybe that’s why he felt safe enough to make a move. In this squishy, cloudy state of mind, Celestyn couldn’t help the way his mouth gravitated to Leon’s pec. Trying his hardest to be careful with his canines - but failing because of how groggy his brain was, high off of puppy love and all - he wrapped his lips around the nipple.
Leon might as well have been electrocuted with the sweetest lightning known to man. In an instant those slowly drooping eyes were shot open, and a staggered breath kicked from his lungs in surprise. “Fuck, pup, careful with those-”
But the weight was safe. Warm and thick, something to satisfy his racing brain. Skidding to a screeching - well, whimpering - halt, the brakes squeezing and friction threatening to tear through the whole metaphorical car.
The friction, however, was not metaphorical to Leon. It was quite real. And who was he to deny his puppy in this state? To tear him away from something that was so clearly giving the border collie hybrid some comfort.
It just unfortunately was also getting Leon far too turned on to hide for much longer. Hence the friction. Hence the metaphor leading into a shitty joke.
Maybe storms just made Leon stupid, because he was thinking up some really awful one-liners in his head to cope. Distracting him from how every crack of thunder made his skull shake worse than a lever action shotgun - by the same name - ever had.
Nnnnope. The one track mind led him right back to his boner, stuffed into the confines of his boxers, unfortunately squished against the suckling pup. He felt like a bumbling teenager again, not knowing where to put his hands or what to do in this situation. Did he push him away? Pull him in closer? Sit with his arms in the air dumbly?
At Leon’s sudden silence and tensing, Cel was quick to pull himself away from the nipple. With dilated pupils and spit-slick lips, he tried to push through the haze to speak. “Is- I’m so sorry. I should have- Is this okay?”
It was more than okay. If Leon had any less self restraint, he’d be nosing alone Celestyne’s throat to smother his neck in kisses. He’d be pulling him close, stroking his thick fingers through that fluffy hair, breathing him in.
Nope. No, Leon. Remember how to talk. Do NOT just lay there with your mouth half-agape like a codfish, imagining kissing your pet- roommate- whichever it is. A quick flick of his head from side to side jostled his brain back into place. “Y-yeah. Yeah- god-” Okay, maybe it was still a little off-centre. Not entirely in place. “If it’s helping you calm down then go for it, honey. Just- try to relax, yeah?”
Surely this was the best way to go about this. Being reassuring, comforting. Letting Celestyn set the pace for the night thanks to how tense he’d been. After all, Leon didn’t want the pup to feel pushed or pressured into anything.
And he was glad he made that decision, even more so when Cel’s eyes seemed to soften a smidge at his words. Knowing this was alright, that his own method of comfort and dare he say connection wasn’t frowned upon, had helped with how much he was shaking. In fact, the quiver only seemed to be in his fuzzy ears and the tip of his tail. “O- okay.. Thanks, Leon..”
At least Leon was a bit more prepared for this now. Relaxing back against the pillows when Celestyne’s mouth wrapped back around his nipple. Sure, he shuddered, but he couldn’t help it. Just like he couldn’t help how turned on he was right now. God. He so desperately hoped Celestyn was on the edge of sleep. His hard on was obvious - hopefully to just Leon - pressed tight to the confines of his pyjama pants.
It was ridiculous how much this was affecting him. The soft, small hum in the back of his pup’s throat as he went back to gently sucking. Maybe it was one of those hybrid things, a self soothing tactic, like when a cat makes biscuits against a blanket. Was Leon supposed to be flattered and more than a little turned on from this?
But oh, how peaceful Celestyne looked. It was so obvious that he needed this, that Leon had become something comforting and safe. So, Leon let him be. Gently stroking over his twitching black ears in attempts of soothing his anxiety. And it seemed to work, given how his tail settled into a vacant swish under the blankets. So this was what he needed. Something to occupy his brain, something to make him forget about the thunder outside.
Celestyne finally felt something close to peace. The rampant thoughts no longer thrashing in a loud thrum in his skull. The headache was fading, replaced with something pillowy. Something that was lulling him down into a melty headspace, where his breathing began to deepen. Which meant his mouth rested more.. Firmly against Leon.
Meanwhile, on that particular suckle that had canines grazing his skin, Leon fought off a strangled groan. One that hit him so suddenly that he found himself trying to cover it with a cough. Hell, he tucked his face into the crook of his elbow in hopes of muffling it. Fuck. The tensing in his hips, the way his blood ran hot…
Then there was the uncomfortable, cramped sensation. Warm. And yes, as he had unfortunately expected, it was wet.
He, a grown man, had just come in his boxers from nothing more than a little tit sucking.
Which meant he was absolutely whipped, because- come on, man. He wasn’t a common manwhore, but he wasn’t an awkward virgin either. Years of pent up frustration and being led around like he himself was a dog, headaches trying to process confusing relationships, it all made intimacy difficult. It made getting hard, well.. Hard. Until now, at least.
Because now he shared a bed with someone he felt a genuine connection to. And apparently his cock felt that connection just as much.
Eventually, through his sleepy haze, Celestyne’s sucking stopped. Instead it was replaced with his cheek squished close to his owner’s chest, his nose nudged into the bare skin. His voice was muffled as he so clearly fought off the urge to doze off, putting Leon’s reassurance above his own rest. “Are- Did that- was that okay? Or was it weird? I’m sorry-”
And of course, Leon noticed. His gaze softened - much like his dick, which he needed to stop thinking about - as he ensured Cel was tucked in comfortably. “Sweetheart, it was fine. Kind of.. Nice?” Why was he questioning that? “Either way I- I don’t mind.”
As slowly as he could, Leon eased Celestyn’s body somewhat off to the side to, well, inspect the damage. Not hoisting the pup off, more like shuffling him over to his hip to hang from his body like a large koala. Squinting under hooded eyelids, there it was. Yeah, he could make out the small wet patch that had bloomed up from his boxers.
Fuck.
That was a problem for Morning Leon to handle. Or maybe 4AM-I’ll-Just-Take-a-Quick-Piss Then-Go-Back-To-Bed Leon. Not right now, though. Right now, Celestyn was looking up at him through barely open eyes, fighting to keep his lashes from fluttering shut. A soft, sleepy thing to not be disturbed.
Hoping the dim light could hide how much he was blushing right now, Leon ran a shaking hand through his own hair. Watching as Cel’s ears settled in something close to a flop of relaxation. “Get some rest, puppy.”
Then there was a whisper, barely audible, blown against his chest.
“Thanks, daddy..”
Oh. That was a new one. That was a new one that had his spent dick twitching, forcing an odd hiss and exhale mix past Leon’s teeth. Tense, yet calm.
Maybe that was the best way to describe his dynamic with Celestyn. That urge to protect and own, to love and be loved, warring with that hesitancy. Not wanting to overstep, to make things uncomfortable. It was an odd waltz Leon was learning, though half the time he was stepping on his partner’s feet or tripping on his own.
But that didn’t make him want to try any less. If anything, it made him more determined. He’d work through any obstacle to come, so long as it meant he could push past it with Celestyn by his side.
“Guess I finally worked my way up to ‘daddy’, status, huh?”
By the time Leon had finished his sentence, Celestyn was already fast asleep. Conked out on happy brain chemicals and the safety of his owner’s body.
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warnings/summary: Very consensual, you're in love just freaks, hair pulling, teasing, crying, slapping, spitting in mouth, dominant ada, afab reader but no pronouns used, strap on usage, fingering, oral sex. not proofread, if i missed anything or made an error please let me know!!
ada running her hands through your hair as she approaches you sitting on the couch, grabbing the hair at your nape and tugging your head back to kiss you deeply, before releasing her grip and walking away
ada who you ask So politely to slap you across the face that she'd honestly be doing a disservice denying you. she pulls you to straddle her lap, grabbing your chin in a loose grip, before smacking your cheek hard enough to leave a red mark as you gasp and grind down searching for any friction. she soothes her hand over the red mark, making you lean into it before slapping you in the same spot, the sting much sharper this time around from the first strike
ada who after a long job likes to hold you close, fucking into you with her strap. you're facing each other with her hand cupping your face as your jaw goes slack when she slides in at a particularly good angle, your bodies flush to each others with your thigh draped over her hip so she can get even closer like she wants to physically merge with you
ada laying her head on your chest to listen to the steady thump-thump-thump of your heart as she's fingerfucking you, feeling the vibrations of your sobs through your sternum as you beg her to let you cum
ada who grabs a fistful of hair and tugs as she brings your face up to her glistening cunt. you dive in without any further instructions, flicking your tongue under the clitoral hood to get as much of it on your tongue as possible. she moans and ruts her hips into your face trying to chase her own orgasm as your head moves further down, fingers now rubbing her clit in tight circles while you eagerly fuck into her to feel her cum on your tongue.
ada with your legs over her shoulders, fucking into you with deep strokes using her strap, grabbing and opening up your jaw with her hand as she bends down and spits in your mouth. you both pause for a moment and stare at each other, trying to gauge the others reaction before you close your mouth and visibly swallow
