ใ โฑ โ ๐ean just wants to have an empty head and be protected
It's been a while since Ive written and like sm has gone down with lads and infold so #bringbackvalko tf. This doesn't mean I won't ever write for the boys again but I am taking a tiny break from them just cause I'm also Into other stuff and I feel like since I was lwk only writing for them, I wasn't feeling as satisfied and there for burnout. Anywho :3 please feel free to request literally anyone (if it's smut please no dom character or sub reader) Ill update my request rules later but again I'm #lazy hehhehe OH and I didn't proofread. I'm very much not a good writer HAVE FUN.
The motel was quiet in a way that only happened after a hunt.
Outside, rain tapped steadily against the window. The faded neon vacancy sign sprayed ribbons of crimson and blue across the thin curtains. The room smelled faintly of old wood, gun oil, damp jackets, and burnt motel coffee. It wasn't comfortable by any means, but after years on the road, it was familiar.
Sam had left hours earlier to spend the night at Bobby's. Finding any lore he could about the current being yall were facing, telling dean that it was more logical for just him to go rather than all three of you. Little to Deans knowledge, Sammy just needed a โsmall breakโ from him as he told you.ย
Now the silence felt different.
You sat on one of the narrow beds, your old, musty boots abandoned beside the frame as you carefully polished the silver knife resting across your lap.ย Your movements were practiced, patient. Hunting had made routines out of things most people would never have imagined doing.
Dean watched from the opposite side of the room.
He'd been watching for several minutes.
His leather jacket hung over the back of the chair, revealing the worn in AC/DC band tee stretched across his shoulders. You remember when he first got it. It was a treat on your end after a particularly rough hunt where John wouldn't stop hounding him, he had missed his shot on the demon so you all had to stay another night. After getting tired of the loud bickering, you stole the car and found a small, vintage shop where said shirt was relatively new, aside from the questionable stain near the bottom.ย
It was something you often did for the boys, you knew how harsh John could be so anytime you had money. Youโd find a small gift for them. It wasn't a lot but deep down, you knew they appreciated it.
His hair was still damp from the quick shower he took, darker than usual, curling slightly around the edges in a way that you always took note of. Without the constant driving, fighting, or chasing monsters, there was an unfamiliar stillness about him. Usually heโd be chatting to you, ranting about the locals or the waitress he bagged. However, something was just different.ย
His eyes kept drifting back to you.
Not because you were doing anything worthy of calling out.
Because you had always been there.
Long before hunts became second nature. Before fake IDs. Before motel rooms blurred together. Before the grief that seemed to follow the Winchester brothers everywhere they went.
John took you in, โraisedโ you after your mother died on a hunt with him, Funny how that's happened more than once. It was her one request to him and he followed through. Taught you to reload a shotgun before learning to drive alongside the boys. Long nights around Bobby's kitchen table, bruised knuckles wrapped in cheap bandages, arguments over lore books.ย
Even though you were older than Dean by a year and Sam by many more, John treated Dean as the oldest. Never truly seeing you as his own rather, baggage then anything.ย
Somewhere along the way, everything had changed.
Dean noticed it first.
The way your confidence never left you. The calm certainty in your movements. The quiet authority that appeared whenever a hunt went sideways. Rarely ever second guessing yourself. You never raised your voice, never demanded attention, yet somehow people listened.
Even Dean.
Especially Dean.
He didn't mean to.
It had happened so gradually that he barely noticed until he caught himself waiting for your opinion before making decisions. Waiting for your approval as if he couldn't breathe without it.
Waiting for you.
You finally looked up, catching him in the act of admiring you. A faint smile touched your lips before disappearing almost immediately. Dean looked away for half a second, rubbing the back of his neck with a harsh clearing of his throat. There was an awkwardness that felt strangely out of character.
Dean Winchester, the man who flirted with any women who breathed, talked his way through police stations, and faced monsters without hesitation suddenly looked uncertain beneath your gaze.
It's not like you never felt something there before, you always looked at Sammy like a little brother and treated him as such, but for Dean it was different.
Always wanting to catch his eyes on you, those lingering touches when you had to share a bed. You just assumed it was because of how close you were in ages, that it would disappear with time.ย
โYouโve been staring at me since we've stepped into this town deanโ your voice was low and smooth, making him wish you were the only thing he could listen to.
โHave notโ Dean stated, an obvious lie that not even the police would buy. He knows there's a conversation to be had and yet, he's been dancing around that fact for years.
ย โWeโve been hunting together since you were tall enough to reach the pedals of the Impala, Dean. You think I donโt know when youโre just itching to say something?โ Dean shifted in the old wooden chair, creaking under his weight. He looked down at his hands as his thumbs picked at a callus on his palm. The bravado he usually wore like a second skin was nowhere to be found. โJustโฆ thinking,โ he muttered.
โAbout what, it must be serious if it's gotten you all weirdโ you said, sliding off the bed and walking towards him, a slight sway to your hips as your socks were silently gliding across the thin carpet.
Dean didnโt stand up. He didnโt move to close the distance. Instead, he stayed seated, silently wishing Sam was here so he could switch the conversation.
His knees were already spread, head tilted back slightly to keep you in his sight. It was a position of vulnerability, not that he was aware of it.
ย You stopped right in front of him, close enough that the scent of his soap (something cheap and herbal) filled your lungs.
You reached out, fingers ghosting over the collar of that faded AC/DC shirt. Deanโs breath hitched. He didn't pull away, in fact he leaned in closer. Yearning for your touch. Something he's missed so so dearly.ย
You let your hand slide from his collar to his jaw, your thumb brushing over the slight stubble there. You felt him shiver, something he doesn't do often. Not in front of women and especially not in front of you.ย
"Dean," you murmured, your voice a low, a steady anchor in the quiet room. "Look at me." His eyelids slowly lifted. Those beautifully big green eyes that you love staring back at you. His comparison to a deer is uncanny with his doe eyes, though you know if you told him that he get all pissy.
He didn't pull you in; just slightly holding on as a means to ground himself, his fingers bunching the fabric of your black tanktop as if you disappear."Just... tired of pretendingโย
โPretending?โ You echoed, a slight giggle following behind. Your thighs brushed against his as you stepped closer, closing the gap between you. โPretending that Iโm okay with justโฆ this,โ he rasped, his voice breaking. โPretending that I donโt want to crawl out of my own skin every time you walk out of a room. Pretending I don't want just one night where I don't have to be me.โย
He let out a jagged breath, forehead dropping to rest against your stomach.
He not only looked but felt small despite his broad shoulders. The weight of being Johnโs soldier, Samโs protector, and the world's savior had finally buckled him. But here, with you, he didn't have to carry it. He could give it to you, even if it was just for a night.ย
You knew the pain, not to his extent but you knew.
You wanted to stop pretending as well, pretending you didn't see you the way his eyes watered up after a terrible hunt, pretending you didn't know where he went when he thought you and Sam were asleep. Leaving at 3 or 4 am just to sit in baby and break down.
You saw first hand how he grew up, but that didn't stop you from just hold him, cradle him in your arms.
โThen stop,โ you said softly. Snaking your fingers into his damp hair and tugging gently, forcing him to look back up at you.
You could tell that stopped his overthinking.
โStop fighting it, Dean. You donโt have to be the strong one tonight. Not with me.โ The look in his eyes shifted. A flicker of relief, followed by a dark and heavy heat.ย
He liked the command in your tone. Heโd spent his whole life taking orders from a father who didn't love him enough or a destiny that loved him too much. But this was different.
This was you.ย
โTell me what to do,โ he whispered, his grip on your shirt tightening. โP-pleaseโ
You leaned down, your breath fanning over his lips, teasing him with the proximity. โKiss me"
Dean didn't hesitate. He surged upward but didn't take it. He waited that final millisecond for you to close the gap, wanting your control. When your lips finally met his, it was like a dam breaking. He groaned into your mouth, a low, vibrating sound of pure desperation. His hands moved from your waist to your back, pressing you flush against him. Your tongue exploring his mouth as you stumbled, searching for the dingy motel bed.ย
You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hand going down to his chest. His face was flushed, his lips swollen and wet, and those green eyes were glazed over. Looking only at you. With a slight push, he fell backwards onto the bed before you followed along. Straddling him as your top came off.ย
He started to reach for your hips, a reflex from a man who is always in control, but you caught his wrists. Pinning them briefly against the mattress before letting go, hovering your hands just inches above his.
โHands at your sides, Dean. Donโt move them unless I tell you to.โ
A shiver raced through him, visible in the way his shoulders tensed and then slumped. โYes,โ he rasped, words catching in his throat. โYes, ma'am.โย
Dean Winchester brain rot also this was supposed to be longer but I'm lazy ๐ช
ใ โฑ โ ๐ean just wants to have an empty head and be protected
It's been a while since Ive written and like sm has gone down with lads and infold so #bringbackvalko tf. This doesn't mean I won't ever write for the boys again but I am taking a tiny break from them just cause I'm also Into other stuff and I feel like since I was lwk only writing for them, I wasn't feeling as satisfied and there for burnout. Anywho :3 please feel free to request literally anyone (if it's smut please no dom character or sub reader) Ill update my request rules later but again I'm #lazy hehhehe OH and I didn't proofread. I'm very much not a good writer HAVE FUN.
The motel was quiet in a way that only happened after a hunt.
Outside, rain tapped steadily against the window. The faded neon vacancy sign sprayed ribbons of crimson and blue across the thin curtains. The room smelled faintly of old wood, gun oil, damp jackets, and burnt motel coffee. It wasn't comfortable by any means, but after years on the road, it was familiar.
Sam had left hours earlier to spend the night at Bobby's. Finding any lore he could about the current being yall were facing, telling dean that it was more logical for just him to go rather than all three of you. Little to Deans knowledge, Sammy just needed a โsmall breakโ from him as he told you.ย
Now the silence felt different.
You sat on one of the narrow beds, your old, musty boots abandoned beside the frame as you carefully polished the silver knife resting across your lap.ย Your movements were practiced, patient. Hunting had made routines out of things most people would never have imagined doing.
Dean watched from the opposite side of the room.
He'd been watching for several minutes.
His leather jacket hung over the back of the chair, revealing the worn in AC/DC band tee stretched across his shoulders. You remember when he first got it. It was a treat on your end after a particularly rough hunt where John wouldn't stop hounding him, he had missed his shot on the demon so you all had to stay another night. After getting tired of the loud bickering, you stole the car and found a small, vintage shop where said shirt was relatively new, aside from the questionable stain near the bottom.ย
It was something you often did for the boys, you knew how harsh John could be so anytime you had money. Youโd find a small gift for them. It wasn't a lot but deep down, you knew they appreciated it.
His hair was still damp from the quick shower he took, darker than usual, curling slightly around the edges in a way that you always took note of. Without the constant driving, fighting, or chasing monsters, there was an unfamiliar stillness about him. Usually heโd be chatting to you, ranting about the locals or the waitress he bagged. However, something was just different.ย
His eyes kept drifting back to you.
Not because you were doing anything worthy of calling out.
Because you had always been there.
Long before hunts became second nature. Before fake IDs. Before motel rooms blurred together. Before the grief that seemed to follow the Winchester brothers everywhere they went.
John took you in, โraisedโ you after your mother died on a hunt with him, Funny how that's happened more than once. It was her one request to him and he followed through. Taught you to reload a shotgun before learning to drive alongside the boys. Long nights around Bobby's kitchen table, bruised knuckles wrapped in cheap bandages, arguments over lore books.ย
Even though you were older than Dean by a year and Sam by many more, John treated Dean as the oldest. Never truly seeing you as his own rather, baggage then anything.ย
Somewhere along the way, everything had changed.
Dean noticed it first.
The way your confidence never left you. The calm certainty in your movements. The quiet authority that appeared whenever a hunt went sideways. Rarely ever second guessing yourself. You never raised your voice, never demanded attention, yet somehow people listened.
Even Dean.
Especially Dean.
He didn't mean to.
It had happened so gradually that he barely noticed until he caught himself waiting for your opinion before making decisions. Waiting for your approval as if he couldn't breathe without it.
Waiting for you.
You finally looked up, catching him in the act of admiring you. A faint smile touched your lips before disappearing almost immediately. Dean looked away for half a second, rubbing the back of his neck with a harsh clearing of his throat. There was an awkwardness that felt strangely out of character.
Dean Winchester, the man who flirted with any women who breathed, talked his way through police stations, and faced monsters without hesitation suddenly looked uncertain beneath your gaze.
It's not like you never felt something there before, you always looked at Sammy like a little brother and treated him as such, but for Dean it was different.
Always wanting to catch his eyes on you, those lingering touches when you had to share a bed. You just assumed it was because of how close you were in ages, that it would disappear with time.ย
โYouโve been staring at me since we've stepped into this town deanโ your voice was low and smooth, making him wish you were the only thing he could listen to.
โHave notโ Dean stated, an obvious lie that not even the police would buy. He knows there's a conversation to be had and yet, he's been dancing around that fact for years.
ย โWeโve been hunting together since you were tall enough to reach the pedals of the Impala, Dean. You think I donโt know when youโre just itching to say something?โ Dean shifted in the old wooden chair, creaking under his weight. He looked down at his hands as his thumbs picked at a callus on his palm. The bravado he usually wore like a second skin was nowhere to be found. โJustโฆ thinking,โ he muttered.
โAbout what, it must be serious if it's gotten you all weirdโ you said, sliding off the bed and walking towards him, a slight sway to your hips as your socks were silently gliding across the thin carpet.
Dean didnโt stand up. He didnโt move to close the distance. Instead, he stayed seated, silently wishing Sam was here so he could switch the conversation.
His knees were already spread, head tilted back slightly to keep you in his sight. It was a position of vulnerability, not that he was aware of it.
ย You stopped right in front of him, close enough that the scent of his soap (something cheap and herbal) filled your lungs.
You reached out, fingers ghosting over the collar of that faded AC/DC shirt. Deanโs breath hitched. He didn't pull away, in fact he leaned in closer. Yearning for your touch. Something he's missed so so dearly.ย
You let your hand slide from his collar to his jaw, your thumb brushing over the slight stubble there. You felt him shiver, something he doesn't do often. Not in front of women and especially not in front of you.ย
"Dean," you murmured, your voice a low, a steady anchor in the quiet room. "Look at me." His eyelids slowly lifted. Those beautifully big green eyes that you love staring back at you. His comparison to a deer is uncanny with his doe eyes, though you know if you told him that he get all pissy.
He didn't pull you in; just slightly holding on as a means to ground himself, his fingers bunching the fabric of your black tanktop as if you disappear."Just... tired of pretendingโย
โPretending?โ You echoed, a slight giggle following behind. Your thighs brushed against his as you stepped closer, closing the gap between you. โPretending that Iโm okay with justโฆ this,โ he rasped, his voice breaking. โPretending that I donโt want to crawl out of my own skin every time you walk out of a room. Pretending I don't want just one night where I don't have to be me.โย
He let out a jagged breath, forehead dropping to rest against your stomach.
He not only looked but felt small despite his broad shoulders. The weight of being Johnโs soldier, Samโs protector, and the world's savior had finally buckled him. But here, with you, he didn't have to carry it. He could give it to you, even if it was just for a night.ย
You knew the pain, not to his extent but you knew.
You wanted to stop pretending as well, pretending you didn't see you the way his eyes watered up after a terrible hunt, pretending you didn't know where he went when he thought you and Sam were asleep. Leaving at 3 or 4 am just to sit in baby and break down.
You saw first hand how he grew up, but that didn't stop you from just hold him, cradle him in your arms.
โThen stop,โ you said softly. Snaking your fingers into his damp hair and tugging gently, forcing him to look back up at you.
You could tell that stopped his overthinking.
โStop fighting it, Dean. You donโt have to be the strong one tonight. Not with me.โ The look in his eyes shifted. A flicker of relief, followed by a dark and heavy heat.ย
He liked the command in your tone. Heโd spent his whole life taking orders from a father who didn't love him enough or a destiny that loved him too much. But this was different.
This was you.ย
โTell me what to do,โ he whispered, his grip on your shirt tightening. โP-pleaseโ
You leaned down, your breath fanning over his lips, teasing him with the proximity. โKiss me"
Dean didn't hesitate. He surged upward but didn't take it. He waited that final millisecond for you to close the gap, wanting your control. When your lips finally met his, it was like a dam breaking. He groaned into your mouth, a low, vibrating sound of pure desperation. His hands moved from your waist to your back, pressing you flush against him. Your tongue exploring his mouth as you stumbled, searching for the dingy motel bed.ย
You pulled back just enough to look at him, your hand going down to his chest. His face was flushed, his lips swollen and wet, and those green eyes were glazed over. Looking only at you. With a slight push, he fell backwards onto the bed before you followed along. Straddling him as your top came off.ย
He started to reach for your hips, a reflex from a man who is always in control, but you caught his wrists. Pinning them briefly against the mattress before letting go, hovering your hands just inches above his.
โHands at your sides, Dean. Donโt move them unless I tell you to.โ
A shiver raced through him, visible in the way his shoulders tensed and then slumped. โYes,โ he rasped, words catching in his throat. โYes, ma'am.โย
Dean Winchester brain rot also this was supposed to be longer but I'm lazy ๐ช
Tags: NSFW MDNI, Very Needy Choso, Face Sitting, Cunnilingus, Dominate Female reader, Praise Kink, Begging, Smut, Submissive Choso
Kitora was the first to notice the shift in the room's atmosphere. The sleek black cat narrowed her eyes from her perch atop the bookshelf, letting out a soft, warning chuff.ย
You didnโt look up from your laptop. Your hair was ruffled, a few stray strands falling over your forehead. Choso was staring again.ย
He was seated on the edge of the bed, his usual stoicism completely dissolved into something soft and painfully desperate. It was a common occurrence; Choso, for all his lethal prowess as a Death Painting, was a man built for devotion. And you, who guarded your personal space like a fortress, was the only thing he wanted to worship.
โMy love,โ he murmured. His voice was a low rasp that usually made your skin prickle.
โIโm working, Choso.โ You didn't look at him. Your eyes remained fixed on the screen. You didn't do 'touch' often. It was too loud, too demanding.ย
But Choso was a master of silent pressure. He moved closer, crawling on his hands and knees until he was right between your legs, looking at you hungrily through hooded eyes. He didn't touch you yet โ he knew the rules โ but the heat radiating from him was palpable.ย
โYouโve been working for hours,โ he whispered, his large hands resting tentatively on the back of your laptop. โPlease. Just a moment of your time.โ
You finally sighed, snapping your laptop shut. You looked at him, your expression cool, though the slight glint in your pupils betrayed you. โYouโre being particularly needy tonight.โ
โIโm hungry for you,โ Choso admitted, his eyes dark with an intensity that would have terrified anyone else. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against your shoulder, his breath hitching when you didn't pull away. โI want to be useful. I want to feel you.โ
You reached up, your slender fingers brushing through his messy hair โ a rare concession. โAnd what does โusefulโ look like in that head of yours?โ
Choso looked up, his gaze dropping to the silver bar in your tongue as you spoke, then lower to the toned line of your thighs beneath your large shirt. He swallowed hard. โI want to be beneath you. Truly beneath you. Please, my darling... let me... I want you to sit on my face.โ
The bluntness of it made your eyebrows jump. โChoso.โ
โPlease,โ he begged, his voice cracking. He shifted, sinking closer to you, his expression one filled with pure need and devotion. โI want to taste you. I want to hold the weight of you. I wonโt move, Iโll justโฆ Iโll just serve you. Please.โ
You looked at him โ at the raw, unchecked desperation on his face. You glanced at Kitora, who gave a slow blink of approval before turning her head.ย
โYouโre pathetic when youโre like this,โ You said, though there was no heat in the insult.ย
โI am,โ Choso agreed immediately, his hands reaching up to catch the hem of your shirt, his fingers trembling slightly. โAnything you want to call me, as long as you let me.โ
You stood up from the bed slowly, shedding your panties. Chosoโs breath caught, his heart hammering against his ribs so loudly you could almost hear it. You moved to the edge of the bed and spread your legs slightly. You didn't say a word, just tapped the mattress below you.
Choso didn't need a second invitation. He scrambled onto the bed, his movements frantic yet careful not to crowd you. He laid himself flat between your thighs, looking up at you with those haunting eyes.ย
You shifted, sliding down until you were hovering directly over him. โDonโt make me regret this,โ you warned, your voice dropping an octave.
You lowered yourself.
Choso let out a choked, muffled sound of pure bliss as you settled her weight onto him. The scent of you โ an earthy musk and something sweet โ flooded his senses. He couldn't help it; his hands flew to your hips, his fingers digging into the firm, toned muscle of your waist, anchoring you to him.
You gasped, your back arching. The silver ball of your tongue piercing clicked against your teeth. โChosoโโ
He didn't wait. He plunged his tongue into you, finding a rhythm with a desperation that was both feral and incredibly sweet. He was worshipful in his execution, his tongue swiping with broad, wet strokes that made your head throb.ย
You weren't used to this much sensation. You usually preferred your autonomy, your quiet. But with Choso literally beneath you, bearing your entire weight and devouring you like his life depended on it, your independence felt less like a shield and more like a veil you were happy to tear.
โChoso, fuck,โ you hissed, your fingers lacing into his dark hair, pulling hard.ย
He groaned into you, the sound vibrating through your entire lower body. He was begging again, even with his mouth fullโunintelligible sounds of devotion and need. He pushed his face deeper against you, his nose buried in your folds, breathing you in as he worked his tongue with a relentless, frantic pace.ย
Stars spun in your vision. You looked down at himโthe way his hands gripped your thighs, his knuckles white, the way he looked so utterly ruined by you. It was a power trip you hadnโt expected to enjoy this much.
โAgain,โ you commanded, your voice trembling. โRight there.โ
Choso obeyed instantly. He was a creature of blood and instinct, and right now, every drop of his blood was dedicated to your pleasure. He used his fingers to spread you further, his tongue hitting your clit with a precision that sent a jolt of lightning straight to your toes.
Your breath came in ragged, short bursts. You felt the climax buildingโa supernova behind your eyes. You leaned back, your weight pressing harder into his face, nearly smothering him. Choso didn't pull back; he leaned *into* it, his hands sliding up to your breasts, his thumbs brushing over the peaks of your nipples, loving every inch of you.
โIโve got you,โ he seemed to mumble against your wetness. โIโve got you, my love.โ
You broke.ย
Your body convulsed, a sharp cry tearing from your throat as you came. You clamped down on him, your muscles twitching in the aftershock of a release so intense it made your eyes water.
Choso took every bit of it. He stayed there, his tongue moving slower now, lapping up the remnants of you, his breath hot and ragged against your skin. He didn't pull away until you finally slumped forward, your strength spent.
When you finally shifted, Choso looked up at you, his face a mess, his hair disheveled, and his expression one of absolute, terrifying love.ย
โBetter?โ he whispered.
You wiped your eyes, your hair a disaster, your pupils dilated so much it almost swallowed your irises whole. You looked at him, then at your own trembling hands.ย
Choso wrapped his long arms around you, pulling your back into his chest. โCan I stay?โ Choso asked, his voice muffled in the crook of your neck.
You sighed, closing your eyes and leaning into his heat. โYeah,โ you murmured, your voice drifting off. โStay.โ
a/n: writers block kicking my ass ๐ figured out how to color my text tho! Credits to @issysh3ll and @saradika-graphics for the dividers!!
Tell me this man is not a sub. You canโt convince me otherwise!
Cw: mdni, slight pet play (?), dom/sub dynamics, thirst, safe word mention, praise and slight degrading.
So I have been having absolute obey me brainrot. Like holy cowโฆ ESPECIALLY WITH THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN.
You just know that he has the most succulent boobage of all time, and look at his face? Heโs practically begging to be ruined and fucked dumb!
But on a more serious noteโฆ
Just imagine you finish all your classes, and you finally go to your room to relax. And of course Mammon is in your room, looking needy, oh the poor thing just missed you too much! Maybe you should help him out with his problem, hm? Heโd be on you in an instant as soon as you try to sit on your bed, and the silly puppy would be so so desperate as he whines and pleads as he kisses your neck. And of course this wonโt do at all, no no no, you didnโt tell him he could touch you yet. Remind him that good puppyโs donโt act without orders, and if that doesnโt deter him, threaten a punishment. But heโd like that wouldnโt he? Such a masochistic little thing.
Once you finally pry him off your neck, be sure to tie his wrists to the headboard, itโs for his own good. Of course you need to check that your adorable puppy is up for play time, make sure he wants it and make sure he knows the safe words, thatโs the only time a puppy should speak when not spoken to. However Mammon is certainly stubborn when it comes to using safe words, he feels like heโs somewhat ruined the moment when using them. Obviously this is never the case in any situation, so be sure to remind him that you would prefer him say his safe word which is of course Goldie. He feels so safe around you donโt you know? He loves when you take control, when you turn his brains to mush. Youโre his master after all, you can do as you please with his body. He know youโll take good care of him.
Commission for @manxiua !! This fic features trans beel, pet play, food play, and true demon form beel, 4k words. Enjoy!
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Ever since Beelzebub had fallen, all he knew was hunger. He felt it burrowed deep in his gut, an endless void aching to be filled. Every waking moment was spent thinking about food and when his next meal would be. He felt bad for always snatching his brother's leftovers, but they would understand, wouldnโt they? They wouldnโt want him to go hungry?ย
He couldnโt understand it. The way he could clear an entire kitchen and still feel starved to the bone. Was this Fatherโs punishment? He loves his brothers, he truly does, but sometimes he thinks they have it better than him. And that sour little thought never fails to churn his stomach.ย
Beelzebub wishes he hadnโt salivated when he first met you.ย
Human meat was increasingly hard to come by in the Devildom with Diavoloโs new exchange program in effect. It used to be sold at delis and in jerky bags at convenience stores, flesh from the damned harvested for demon consumption. And while the torture of sinned souls still continues in the other layers of Hell, the Devildom was considered a hub of civilized demon culture. And banning human meat from being distributed was a step forward for Diavoloโs attempts at coexistence.ย
But when he first saw the squishy, vulnerable new human summoned in the heart of the academy, he couldnโt help but wonder how their flesh would give beneath his teeth.ย
Because of this, he wondered if Lucifer had ulterior motives when assigning you to prevent his nightly kitchen raids. He canโt lie, he's grown very close to you in your time here, but he worries deep down that in his rampages, heโll see you as food.ย
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The first few nights arenโt so bad. You find him snacking and so you confiscate and send him off to his room again. Itโs an easy system, but as time goes on, waking up every other night to his rustling in the kitchen, you find yourself growing weary.ย
You find him sitting in front of the fridge, a box of Madame Screams pastries in hand.ย
Youโre tired. Incredibly so. Itโs the dead of the night, after all. You shine your flashlight at him and his pupils shrink down in the reflection.ย
โBeel.โ You say bluntly. โYou are raiding the kitchen. You are not allowed to do that.โ
He swallows and shakes his head. โSโjust a midnight snack.โ
โItโs 4 am.โ
Beelzebub tears into another pastry, the jelly insides squirting out against his fingertips. He quickly laps that up too, rumbling softly.ย
โCmon, big guy, I know you like your sweets but those were definitely not your leftovers.โ You cringe a little when you see the marker written name on the front. Asmodeus. Ooohhhhh heโs not gonna like that. Youโll have to take him out to the bakery one day to make it up to him.ย
โBut Iโm so hungryโฆโ he pouts, which is absurd because he is a grown man-demon.ย
โYeah, well, how about I take this for now,โ you set the flashlight aside, kneeling down and taking the box from him.ย
Or at least, you attempt it.ย
He immediately growls, a dangerous sound from low in his throat and his nails dig into the box. You jerk back a little, surprised at his reaction. You briefly check to make sure all your fingers are still on your hand. Then, after the initial shock fades, you notice a feeling of anger bubbling up inside of you. Perhaps itโs because how often youโve disrupted your sleep schedule because of him, but the simple fact that he had the gall to growl at you doesnโt sit right with you.ย
Without thinking, you bark out a โKnock it off!โ and the pact mark on your gut burns in your skin. His own mark glows faintly with the same burn and his snarl fades immediately, his brows pinching up as the forced command causes realization to dawn on him. The look on his face is absolutely devastating, a deep frown pulling at his lips. He calls your name softly, but your exhaustion does the speaking for you.ย
โWhat has gotten into you? Growling at me like some dog over fucking pastries.โ You hiss, clenching the flashlight in your hands. He physically shies at your scolding, cowering beneath you like he wasnโt the sixth ruler of hell. If you werenโt so tired, you would have felt sorry for him.ย
โWell?โ You cock your head to the side, hands on your hips, flashlight still in hand and shining a circle of light on the opposite wall. โDo you have anything to say for yourself?โ
His mouth opens, then closes, then opens again. โIโm sorry,โ he whimpers, and sets the box of pastries on the floor in front of himself. You notice his hands shake a little, and his breathing is a little more labored. You sigh softly.ย
โLookโฆIโm sorry too, I justโฆโ you sit down next to him in front of the open fridge, and the light casts a shadow across your two forms. You feel guilty all of the sudden, and you think it wouldnโt be out of place if your shadow sprouted horns.ย
โNo, I did bad.โ Beelzebub admits, chewing on his lip. โIโฆI deserve to be punished.โ
โPunish?โ You ask him, flicking off the flashlight and letting it roll across the floor after you set it down. โIโm not going to punish you. I mean, I kind of did, yelling at youโฆbut Iโm not gonna string you up from the ceiling. I canโt even pick you up.โ You attempt a joke, but he only blinks at you.ย
He goes quiet, and so do you. You look to the crumpled box of pastries. Well, Asmodeus isnโt going to want them nowโฆ
You open the box and take one of the two remaining desserts, the powdery confectioners sugar clinging to your fingertips. Bringing it up to your mouth, you take a bite, and it tastes sweeter than it looks. The jelly inside is some kind of fruit that you canโt place, most likely native to the Devildom, but you decide you like it nonetheless. You hum softly as you chew, and you notice from the corner of your eye that Beel watches you eat intensely, eyes following the movement of your hand to your mouth. You chalk it up to his own hunger, and nudge the box back toward him.ย
โโฆmight as well finish it.โ You reason, and he looks back and forth between the box and you, as if contemplating if it were a trick.ย
Then, heโs practically ripping open the box more than it already is to get to the food inside. He scarfs it down quickly, sucking the sugar off his fingers. You take another bite and he turns to face the open fridge once more.ย
โAht! No, Beel, youโve had enough.โ You correct him and finally close the fridge door. Thereโs that pout again, and you wonder if he knows heโs even doing it. He nods reluctantly, and you take another bite of the overly sweet pastry. It makes you almost feel a little sick eating it.ย
Heโs calling your name again, soft and hushed. You turn your head to him, cheek puffed as you chew. โMm?โ
โDo youโฆdo you really think Iโm a dog?โ
You swallow. โI was justโฆangry. I donโt think youโre an animal, Beel. Iโm sorry.โ
He stares at you, fumbling with his own hands in his lap.ย
โโฆI wouldnโt mind it.โ He says, just barely loud enough to hear and your eyes widen a little. Is he sayingโฆ?
โYouโฆyou wouldnโt mind what exactly?โ
โBeing your dog.โ He says bluntly, as if he were being helpful by clarifying. โI could be good at it, I think.โ
Suddenly, his trembling hands and labored breaths from earlier begin to make a lot more sense.ย
Another moment passes, and then youโre laughing at the absurdity of it all. You laugh because one moment youโre fearing your hand will be bitten off by gluttony incarnate, and the next that same demon is offering to be your dog.ย
He laughs a little with you, a clueless little chuckle, then looks to the half eaten pastry in your hand.ย
โAre you gonna finish that?โ
โReally? Thatโs what you have to say after that?โ
He shrugs, and gives you nothing more. You sigh out softly.ย
โโฆdo you really mean it? The dog thing?โย
He nods. โMhm.โย
โThenโฆI think Iโd like to play your owner.โ Itโs your turn to whisper, but Beelzebubโs hearing is far superior than your own. He smiles gently, almost sheepishly.ย
You look down to the dessert in your hand and back over to him. โโฆyou want it?โ You wag it a little in front of him and he nods quickly.ย
โUh huh,โ
โThen sit, and stay,โ you instruct, slowly raising the pastry to his face. It takes everything in him not to lunge for it. But instead of raising it to his mouth, you balance it on his nose.ย
โNow stayโฆโ you slowly pull a hand away and his eyes cross to look at the treat. โGood boy.โ you praise without thinking and his face goes a little pink. You grin.ย
โYou like that?โ
โY-yeah.โ He swallows a little, and he can smell the pastry so close to his nose, sugary sweet and insanely tempting.ย
โThank you for being so honest, Beel. You really are a good boyโฆaside from that growling earlier.โ
He frowns a little in response, but heโs quickly redirected when you tell him he can eat.ย
He doesnโt even grab it with his hands, just ducks his nose so itโll fall and catches it with his teeth like an animal. His cheeks are still rosy pink as he chews, his eyes closed in bliss. Itโs a pretty picture, one you enjoy seeing. But you want to see more of him.ย
โโฆBeel?โ You begin, and his eyes crack open.ย
โMhm? Yeah?โ
โHow would you feel about going back to my room and having some more fun there?โ You lean on your arm next to him, pressing closer into his space and he swallows the dessert.ย
โFun? I like fun.โ
โI think youโll like this kind of fun a whole lot.โ You say as you stand, and then pause. If heโs this obedient with food as rewardโฆ
You open the cabinet and quickly scan the insides for what you want, and you soon spot it. Bingo.ย
โHoney?โ He asks and you nod.
โAre you going to question a treat?โ
He shakes his head.ย
โGood boy.โ
He shivers, and stands to his feet. Heโs much taller than you, a hulking mass of muscle and hunger that apparently wants you to leash him. Not that you were complaining. Despite his disruption to your sleep schedule, you grew rather fond of the gentle giant.ย
You hold your hand out to him and he takes it with a lovesick grin. โYour hands are softโฆโย
โAre they?โ You ask as you guide him out of the kitchen and back to your bedroom.ย
โYeah, soft and squishy, like marshmallows.โ His voice is a deep, rumbling purr of contentment, his slippers scuffing on the floor as you suddenly stop in front of your door. You have to unlock your door before you can even get inside, thanks to certain kleptomaniac hands with a name that starts with M and ends in ammon, and truly, you canโt get it open quick enough.ย
But you do, and when Beelzebub crosses the threshold to your bedroom, thatโs when your excitement truly begins to flutter in your stomach. You were actually doing this, he had actually confessed to you. Perhaps you were just too tired before to fully comprehend, but now you do, and your nerves make your hands a little sweaty. You hide it well enough, however, and you hear him sniff a little.ย
โYour room smells nice. Smells like you.โ He says softly, eyes a little lidded when he looks at you. Then, โHow do weโฆstart?โย
โWellโฆโ you begin, and step forward, placing a hand on his chest, honey in your other. โWe can start with getting on the bedโฆโ you walk him backwards, until his knees hit the side of your bed and he sits back onto it.ย
โY-yeah?โ He swallows, cheeks peachy pink.ย
You follow him into the bed, straddling his lap. Your hand on his chest slides over to the back of his neck, cradling him close to you as you lean your face in. โAnd this is the part where you kiss me, Beel.โ
โOh, right,โ he murmurs, ever so close to you and heโs leaning in to close the distance, pressing a peck to your lips. But itโs not enough for you. With a little groan, you press your lips more firmly to his. Heโs making that rumbling sound again, and you think it might be a purr. The honey falls from your gasp and rolls onto the bed, but you could care less. Your hand tightens into his hair instead, drawing forth a needy whine that you swallow down.ย
The purring grows a little deeper, and youโre just aware enough to notice he seemed to be getting a littleโฆbigger. His muscles bulge and strain under his pajama shirt and he grows in height,, the fabric clinging to his body as his curved horns tear through the skin from the sides of his head. His insectile wings follow and you can feel them flutter, surprisingly delicate all things considered. Befitting for the lord of flies, you think.ย
The biggest change you noticed, however, was in his mouth. His lower jaw split in two, forming into two mandibles that grasp the sides of your face. It reminds you almost of a bug.ย
Youโve seen his demon form before, but youโve never witnessed a change like this. You pull away and a spit trail follows from his thick, long tongue to yours. A dozen more eyes stare back at you. He says nothing for a moment, just stares at you with those many eyes, as if committing you to memory before youโd, presumably, kick him out.ย
โIโฆโ
โIโ
โIโฆโ
โIโm sorry.โ
โโฆoverwhelmed?โ Is what you ask, bringing a hand to his mandibles, petting them softly. He chitters, an odd sound, and leans into your touch.ย
โYeah,โ he admits, and with the way he cowers beneath you, youโd assume he was much smaller than he actually is. โYou make me feelโฆso many things.โ He sighs it out.ย
โGood things?โ
โMhm.โ
You sit in his lap like that for another few moments, petting his face and listening to him purr.ย
โI wouldnโt mind continuing.โ You whisper, and his ears pick it up with a twitch.ย
โYou wouldnโt? Iโm not tooโฆscary?โ
โNot to me you arenโt.โ
You lean back in and his mandibles spread to make room for your lips on his, hugging your face once more. Itโs odd, of course it is, but itโs also kind of hot in its own right. You had always been anโฆaficionado for monsters in all their terrifying glory.ย
He leans back against where your bed meets the wall, careful of his wings,ย hands falling ontoย your hips with a pleased sound.ย His tongue licks into your mouth, rubbing against yours and feeling your teeth, blunt in comparison to his thick fangs. You move to straddle one of his strong thighs, your leg pressing between his and you can feel the dampness of him through his pajama pants.ย
โBeel,โ you murmur after you pull back, and you notice the way he chases after you for more. โYouโre like, really wet. Did I do something you liked?โย
He hums softly, shyly, and clears his throat. โI, uhm. I liked when you treated me like a dog.โ
You knew he liked it, but you didnโt think he liked it that much. Nevertheless, you push your thigh back between his legs, rubbing it against his center and he huffs out a soft moan.ย
โThat feels niceโฆโ
โDoes it? Iโm glad.โ You kiss his cheek before moving down his jaw, peppering smooches down the length of his throat. His purrs vibrate from his throat against your lips.ย
He grows wetter against your thigh and you grow tired of the petting, aching for something real.ย
You remember the honey, and you form a devious little idea in your mind.ย
โDo you want a treat, Beel?โ You prompt and heโs nodding immediately, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth.ย
โUh huh,โย
You get up and he moans sadly, though becomes more interested in whatever youโre rummaging for. Itโs in your bottom dresser drawer, hidden beneath your extra clothes. Your strap on.ย
It was a drunk purchase, from when you were blessed with actual human world alcohol and during the time you were convinced youโd make it in the demon dating scene. Considering it sat in your drawer collecting metaphorical dustย tells you about just how successful you were.
Beelzebub stares at the harness and toy in your grasp, then back up to your face.ย
โโฆis that my treat?โย
โPart of it, yes. Donโt worry your little head, the sweet part is coming up next.โ You coo it out, shedding your pants and stepping into the harness, tightening the buckle around your hips overtop your underwear. The toy sits on your mound like it was an extension of you, and you give it a testing stroke. Beel watches you intensely.ย
โYouโre pretty.โ Is what he says when you approach the bed again, leaning in to kiss you again. You have to stop him with a finger to his lips, tutting softly.ย
โNot yet, Beel. You can wait, canโt you? You can wait like a good boy?โ You grab the bottle of honey and uncap it. He sniffs the air and his stomach growls.ย
โThatโs my treat?โ He asks almost hopefully and you offer him a coy smile.ย
You grab the dildo at your hips and squeeze a little honey out onto the purple shaft of it, the sticky syrup dripping down the sides.ย
โNow it is.โ You step back a little and point to the ground. โKneel, Beel.โ
He follows your command with no objection, a soft thud when his knees hit the ground. Heโs still too tall even then, so you have him sit instead, his face level with your honey- dripping cock.ย
Your hand guides his head and his tongue laps at the sticky head, a little groan of bliss leaving him.ย
โIs it good, puppy?โ You donโt expect much reaction to the name, but perhaps you should have. He shudders, and takes your cock into his mouth, mandibles grabbing at your hips when he swallows you down, and oh, you wish you could actually feel what he was doing.ย
You angle your socked foot to press between his legs, granting him something to rut against, and he takes the opportunity quickly. He angles his hips to sit on the top of your foot, grinding onto you, and you think itโs the hottest thing youโve ever seen.ย
โThatโs it,โ you whisper encouragement to him and he bobs his head, slurping obscenely at the honey coating the toy. You feel each grind, feel him dampen your sock and growl around the silicone. โIs it tasty? Do you need more?โ You have the bottle in hand, poised at the base, ready to squirt out more.
He looks up at you with many wet eyes, and nods. His big hands are grasping onto your thighs, holding onto you as he humps your foot. You uncap the bottle once more and pull out enough to drizzle the honey across.ย
He moans when he tastes it again, pulling off to lick a stripe across the side of your cock, gathering the golden honey on his tongue.ย
โYou taste good,โ heโs mouthing at the base, then the leather of the harness around your hips. โWanna taste moreโฆโ
You gently guide him back to the toy, smoothing his hair back. โNext time, ok?โย
He rumbles his approval, kissing the head of your dick sweetly before adding, โIโฆI wouldnโt mind if you were a little rougher.โ
Your brain processes what heโs said, until it hits you all at once and a mischievous grin spreads across your face.ย
โYou want me to fuck your face, puppy?โ
He blooms red, stilled on your foot.ย
โI-I, uhmโฆuh huh.โย
โWhat was that?โ
โIโฆI want it, master.โย
You donโt even need to ask him to say it, he says it on his own, and youโre huffing a breath from your nose.ย
โOh, now youโve done it.โ Itโs playful when you say it, but you still grab him by the head and lower him back down onto your dick, grinding your hips against his face when he easily reaches the base.ย
You start off gently, shallow rocks of your hips but he starts to grip you tighter, his own rocking continuing and he makes little gaggy sounds everytime the head of your cock kisses the back of his throat.ย
You feel the point of his claws against your flesh but you find that you donโt care about the danger, not anymore. He could rip you to shreds for all you care, as long as he gave you those sweet puppy eyes afterwards.ย
His hips are stuttering, his thrusts growing more forceful and you find yourself growing excited at the thought of making him crumble.ย
You fuck his face in earnest, hips pumping and drool collecting at the corners of his mouth in a frothy mess.ย
โYou close?โ
โMhm, mhm,โย
โMake yourself cum, then, puppy.โ
It only takes him a little bit longer to finish himself off, his eyes rolling back a little when he grinds himself down and finally cums, his thighs trembling where he kneels, your foot considerably more wet.ย
Slowly, you pull out of his throat, a soft pop when you leave his lips and he pants softly, nuzzling his face against your hip.ย
โOhโฆโ he sighs. โThat felt good.โ
โDid it? Iโm glad.โ
โโฆyou didnโtโฆโย
โHm? Oh! Thereโs always next time.โ You tell him, toying with his locks of mandarin hair, soft and silken under your fingertips. You have to wonder what kind of shampoo heโs using to get such soft hair, but you decide you like it.ย
โAre you sure?โ
โPositive. Itโs like, what, close to five am now? Iโd rather just cuddle in bed, Iโm exhausted.โย
He nods, and you notice his knees donโt creak like yours do when he stands. Lucky demon-slash-fallen angel genes.ย
When he ducks and kisses you again he tastes of honey, aย treat of your ownย and you start to feel the lack of mandibles clutching your cheeks, his bulk lessening under your hands. You pull away and you find Beelzebub human faced and just as sweet.ย
โYou know, your true form, or whatever, itโs actually kind ofโฆcute?โ
โCute?โ He asks with pinkened cheeks. โYou think itโsโฆcute?โ
โMhm, hot, even.โ
He flushes a little deeper. โThank you.โ
You bite back a cute aggression fueled squeal and instead push him back towards the bed once more, honey forgotten on your bedside table.ย
โCmon, cmon, Iโm tired.โย
Heโs warm, like a furnace, when you lay atop of him, a feeling of bliss spreading through your bones. Itโs only then you realize you still have your harness attached but Beelzebubโs already hugging you tightly against his chest, and you really cannot find it in yourself to shimmy out of the contraption.ย
A warm, calloused hand rubs up and down your back, lifting your pajama shirt and smoothing it back down. If nothing else, heโs a good cuddler.ย
You find yourself thinking, however, what does this mean for your relationship with the sixth born? Have you damaged something pure?ย
That rumbling purr comes back, vibrating from deep in his chest and your worries begin to melt away, sleep finally tugging at your consciousness. Maybe for the hours that remain before your alarm inevitably rings, youโll dream of something as sugary sweet as his honeyed kisses.ย
Pride can be a troublesome thing. Occasionally getting in the way of things such as relationships, hindering one's own happiness. It was a thing to be balanced. As too much or too little can very well lead to misery.
Lucifer had a decent grip on that balance. Restraint being something he was rather skilled in. Able to understand the concept of being in the wrong, and even apologize for it. Not to mention he's referred to you as his master before. Generally not quite as stuck-up nor arrogant as his brothers sometimes say in their complaints.
Though you have witnessed two areas where his pride can become an obstacle. His tendency to bear burdens alone. And right now. Where he looks to be having an internal struggle underneath you.
Vulnerability seems to bring difficulties from time to time. Despite the prior mention of your title, the words back then only came out of his mouth after going on about 'belonging to him, not the other way around'. Plus he was under the effects of a certain syrup.. It was something, though it can take a bit of extra effort to crack that internalized shame in certain moments. He wasn't against submission, not if it's for you, the problem was his subconscious doesn't always deem it acceptable.
"Comfortable?" You check from your position, straddling his lap atop his bed.
"Yes." Lucifer responds back, simply.
"Title." You remind him. There's that special word you'd like him to try calling you tonight.
"Yes.. master." He manages it after a breath, receiving the reward of a kiss to his forehead, 'Good' muttered against the skin. Not 'good boy', you're not quite there yet. You don't want him to feel coddled, or infantalized, nor fluster him too much in a way that'd result in him feeling the need to pull away. You'll start with simple.
Leaning back up you trail gentle hands down his chest, "Can I remove any of your clothes?" The question is considered shortly, only for a second, before he nods. Yet you remain where you are, keeping still to allow him some time to decide if he's truly okay with it. When he only stares back expectingly do you start to undress him. Keeping trust in his word to speak up if he changes his mind about something.
After some work on both your ends are you free to take in the sight of his form left in only his boxers. He's beautiful. You had already figuredโ but seeing the sight is something else. The eldest, Diavolo's right-hand man, an Avatar of sin. No one else in the history or future of all three realms would ever have this opportunity. Because most importantly he is yours. Your lover, as you are his. So you will cherish him accordingly.
Your hands return to their motions. Up his torso, nearly meeting his shoulders, then trailing back down past his ribcage and to his stomach. Permitting himself to be exposed seems to be a feat of sorts to him. Face flushed and trying to remain still. Ignoring the faint prideful urges to run away, or force you off. Internally reminding himself that in this moment he is alrightโ he is safe. With you he is safe to be exposed. He wills that knowledge to be embedded into his instincts.
Still, he cracks a half-joke, "You better not be planning on taking any pictures." Alluding to his brother's failed attempts to catch a photo of him declothed, just for the sake of selling it.
"I won't." You're quick to affirm, "Not unless I have your permission. And even then it'd be for mine and your eyes only. Kept under a secure folder."
"I'll have to keep that in mind, then." Good, he's beginning to properly relax. Less tension in both his muscles and expression. Thoroughly believing in the security you offer him. You take that as a sign to continue.
Kisses are peppered across his body, adorned to every inch that you can reach. Going as far as crawling down to show his lower half some love, but not yet making contact with his crotch. That'll come later, if he's still in the mood. Your eyes flit up to catch glimpses of his face, seeing he's turned slightly bashful. But his body language still reads acceptance. To the point of trying to meet your lips whenever you come up to his face. You indulge him, how could you not when he's being so earnest with you?
"Master." He whispers, close to your ear, "Touch me more." What a sweet tone. One that stirs the arousal you had put aside.
"Can you say 'please'?" You're testing your luck a little, you know that. Knowing this could accidentally push him in the wrong direction. But he sighs a content sigh.
"Please. I want you to touch me, master. Please touch me more." Oh, he's begging. You've already got Lucifer begging. Showing his need by taking hold of your wrists and placing them where he wants you. Down, down, to the one piece of clothing you hadn't removed.
"Do you want these off, baby?" The pet name slips out. You can only hope he doesn't mind it.
Contrarily his eyes gloss over further once he hears it, "Yes. Please." And you oblige. Stripping him down to full nudity. Fully hardened, just waiting for you to pleasure him. Maybe even use him.
Your fingers ghost over the shaft. A light, barely-there start. It doesn't take you long to press the pads against him, followed by leisurely wrapping the full hand around his cock. Lucifer's body gives little jolts, their frequency increasing once you begin to stroke him proper. Thumbing the tip whenever you can, leading to his own pre getting smeared along him.
His eyes are focused on your ministrations. Mouth opened giving way to small pants and even quieter moans. Something tells you he's holding his noises back.
"Let me hear you, baby. Don't hold back." His eyes flutter close, head resting further into the pillow. Relishing in every movement, every stroke.. your proximity, your body heat. The trust and vulnerability; How you won't take advantage of it. You'll see all of who he is and cradle him with nothing but love.
He practically melts. Growing more vocal, just like you asked. Somehow he becomes more beautiful by the minute. Blush extended to his ears, eyes shut, chest rising and falling. Rising and falling. It's mesmerizingโ He's mesmerizing, your darling.
"Good boy." You finally tack on that extra word. And he moans, loud and unabashed. You can pick up on the word 'master' trailing off in the end.
He's fully yours. Finally left behind anything holding him back. You're definitely going to savor it and take good care of him.
Fucking rough, thatโs what it was. His day was fucking rough. Matter of fact, the whole week was terrible, between traveling back and forth between the mission site, to extracting the virus, to almost getting infected with it. All around shit-show nightmare.
And all he wanted to do was go back home to his wife who was, preferably, in a good mood. The kind of mood that grants him full access to every inch of her body to devour until he was drunk enough on her skin to forget just how horrible his job is. Heโs sure heโd knock his children downโhis own flesh and blood, created with loveโjust to get to you. And now, heโs just three steps away from seeing you again.ย
The front door opens before he even gets the chance to search for his keys, and itโs your face that he sees on the other side, a literal angel glowing brighter than the pale moon hanging in the sky above.ย
Gosh, heโs one cheesy bastard, he thinks to himself.ย
โLeon,โ you squeal, not caring if your shrieks wake up the children upstairs. Hell, it could wake up Mr. and Mrs. Johnson, the elderly couple next door, and you wouldnโt give a shit.ย
Your Leon is home.ย
โIโm home, baby,โ he says, voice hoarse and rough like the gravel beneath the SUV he parked haphazardly on the port. โMiss me?โ
You remove your arms from around his neck and step back so he can come inside the house. โSo much.โย
Not as much as he missed you. And your scent. Jasmine and honeysuckle, and all the sweetness of a late summerโs day drenched in milk and honey. Heโll need at least five minutes just to inhale you tonight.ย
He follows you around the bedroom like a puppy dog scooting on its heels as you unpack his bag, listening to you complain about how rowdy the kids were, how you never want to take all of them to the pool at the same time ever again. His hands donโt leave your body, even as you walk back and forth between his bag on the bench and the dresser, unloading folded clothes, tossing dirty ones into the hamper.ย
โLeon,โ you groan, starting to grow weary of the hindrance on your movement. โCan you stop touching me for one minute so I can finish this?โย
He whimpers, sinking down to his knees so he can press the tip of his nose into your stomach, nuzzling his face into your flesh. From beneath arched brows, he glances up at you, his pupils wide beneath the low light of the bedroom, evicting the blues of his irises, whites drenched with need. โIโve had a long week babyโฆbe nice to me.โย
You sigh, evading his grasp to set the last pair of jeans into one of the drawers, closing it with your hip before returning back to your husband, still kneeling in the middle of the room. His hair is floppy and long, in need of a haircut, and soft beneath your fingers as you brush a curtain of snow-streaked blonde away from his eye.ย
โYou want me to be nice to you?โ You taunt, a smug smile beginning to tease the corner of your mouth. His jaw is sharp and tense as you graze it with the faintest kiss of your fingertips. He nods enthusiastically, lips nearly quivering into a pout. โWhat do you say?โ
โPlease.โ He swallows, his hands rising to your thighs then to your ass, caressing the flesh as he rests his cheek against your lower abdomen, pressing you into his face from behind.ย
โPlease what?โย
He glances up at you again, dark brows pinched in the middle, the fine lines in his forehead deepening. โPlease be nice to me.โย
You shake your head. โYouโll have to be more specific than that, Leon.โย
โLet me eat your pussyโฆplease.โย
โSure, baby,โ you say with a tilted giggle, caressing his cheek with a careful palm, noticing a surface-level scratch across the bone, already mended with salve. Youโll still have to kiss it better later for it to heal properly. Or now. You bend at the waist, pressing a feather-light peck onto the wound, and Leon lets out a tiny whine.ย
Leonโs hands slide beneath your nightgown, the fabric gathering just above your hips, held out of the way by one hand at the curve of your waist. The heel of his other hand begins to palm your pussy, dragging it down the outer length of it before he slides two fingers through your drenched lips, focusing on the flesh on either side of your clit.ย
His eyes are still affixed to yours, watching your face begin to wince in pleasure, the skin between your eyebrows creasing, your teeth baring down on your bottom lip. And he revels in the way your fingers pull the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging as he continues to tease your cunt.ย
Then, his puckered lips begin to suck on your clit, a wet, gurgling sound coming from the act, so lewd it makes you shiver. He laps at your pussy, tongue flattening as he drags it up and down the entirety, from seam back to your clit where the tip of his tongue flicks the throbbing bud.ย
It doesnโt take long for your orgasm to build. With Leon, it never has. Abdominal muscles contract and release as your walls begin to clamp down around nothing, squeezing out another gush of arousal onto the fingers that toy with your entrance.ย
His hand has a death grip on your nightgown, crumpling the silk in his fist as he grows hungrier, devouring you through your climax until youโre a slobbery, jittery mess.ย
โThank you, baby,โ he says, kissing the curve of your inner thigh, retreating to wipe the moisture from your mouth with the back of his hand, licking the rest off his lips. โI needed that.โย
[WIP] next choso drawing ๐๐ still trying to perfect the oil painting feel I want in my drawings so Iโm gonna try extra hard to capture that feel with this one!!
'The bigger, the better,' some would say, but taro? Taro likes it smaller than him. He can barely take it as is.
I fear his first time ever was when he was gaining weight, he was weak to everything you said and did to him, so if you were to tease him abt 'I'm gonna make you see white, taro' 'I love you, you're so handsome' 'these love handles are perfect for gripping' (and manhandling) he'd fall even deeper in love.
Offering to do all the work when he starts to slow down during sex, his white hair clinging onto him, and his body is covered in sweat. He's lost his prime, he could've gone hours non-stop before, could've pleasured you until the sun rises until its his turn (yeah right, he'd cum ropes instantly but at least he had the stamina). He tries to feel bad, but he just can't due to all your praise. You seem to like him this way, and he just wants to be the type of man you'd like.
Prepping him wasn't difficult. It was fun to pinch at the plush of his thighs to keep his legs open, he'd jolt and wither slightly before giving into your demands. He's tense and the rim of his hole keeps on clenching around a single digit. You'd have to press kisses to his shoulder blade to get him to relax.
'[Name]... M'nervous' he says, shifting his hips. His fat moves like water and it mesmerizes you enough to sink your teeth into him. He tries not to tremble too much.
'I promise to be gentle' he likes it like that anyway. The genuine love, the praise, the mutual pleasure.
Errhh, you lied.
The second the tip of your silicone dildo kisses his fluttering hole, you push in with no prior warning. He jumps, his grip on the sheets rip them and he has to resort to finding the headboard for support.
'I'm sorry! I'm really excited!!' Was your response. His reply, in turn, was a squeak.
A squeak. Taro doesn't sound like a mouse, he doesn't make much noise apart from breathy groans.
You push even deeper until the hilt is lost between his fat rear, your strap ran against the walls. in and out, very slowly. you can feel as if it were a part of you.
And taro's hips give in, his legs shaking so much so that you have to grip onto him, digging your nails into his rolls.
'Huh..' you mused to yourself, he burns in humiliation 'so right here.'
Your hips angled down to hit that same spot over and over again, the squelching from the lube makes the room sound holy.
And taro? He gives you smth better than a porno. He cries out loud. His big body bounces with your thrusts, squirming his pelvis into the pillow situated below his hips just so he could get some friction to his red, leaking cock. He probably doesn't need it anyway, it just makes him feel like he has some type of control over his body.
'Just like that, taro?' You coo over him, you watch in intense awe at the feverish red that spreads down his nape. His shaky hand reach back to still your deep, amateurish thrusts while the other one fixed his slipping glasses. 'It's only 5 inches!'
He's willing to go bigger to see that joyous glint in your eye and that grin that makes him blush so badly but he knows it'll definitely break his back. He's limping so badly that customers have to help him.
Something about submissive Katsuki is so pathetic to me. And again, this is barely about sex. He's just... loving to the point of dependant. Desperate. Needy. Wanting and craving you, always. He's in love to the point that he wants to physically lay on top of you and never let go.
But anyways. He's so pouty and whiny. Easily upset if you don't pay attention. And you have to look, or it 'doesnt count.' Puffy pouty lips and frowny eyes. Ugh he's so easily bullyable in that state. So easily teary.
I see people writing him as someone who'll walk out on you easily, or someone who will brashly insult and say harsh things. But I hc him as like, such a mindful person. Like he could not manage to utter harsh words at you. And if he does he just freezes and has that Deer in Headlights look. Just plain stunned and guilty. You can't even get mad about it cause he's just so pathetic you know he never means that shit truly. Didn't mean to phrase it like that.
Ugh I love this goober so much I wish I could eat his cheeks.
โโโโโโโโโโ he says to keep going. that's not your man, would u keep the show on the road? .แ.แ
โคฟ pairings. kei uzuki x gn reader
โคฟ contents. mind breaking, sub character, face riding, no genitalia mentioned. this contains slightly mature content, read at your own discretion.
โคฟ thoughts. at ur service rahhh!!!
Please, I feel like it's hard to get him in a state so vulnerable. Intimacy; itself, is very sacred to this man. To be open and to allow that special someone into his life. It's so... scary.
So, the first couple of times, he's probably discussed what he wants and what he likes. He likes praise, he wants safety. There is a safeword and there's one thing where he draws the line โ feeling too good.
His head gets dizzy and he loses control of his own mind. Voices in his head, scrambling to get out.
Yet, for some strange and degenerate reason, it also turns him on.
To be on the brink of passing out from how good he feels when your hands are all over him, from that little safe head-space he gets in when you hold him down as you "force" him to take everything you give him โ all of you.
The way he watches you with wet, heart eyes as you ride his face makes you throb. His pupils start to blank over as he feels light headed. It's been hours. His flushed, pale skin was covered in bites and hickeys. Even drenched with mixed juices, yours and his combined.
Uzuki would typically allow this to slide without a second thought, but, today, something was off. He seemed hyper aware of his sticky situation.
His hands ball up into fists from their restraints. Your belt. He's shaking.
Whats that now? He can't breath.
"Mnfff!" Uzuki pants against you, his throat closing in. He tries to whimper, to warn you as his hips squirm and thrust into the air.
Sane him would've called out his safeword. He wouldn't have to look so pathetic as he tries to muffle out pleas, struggling to allow oxygen through his nostrils but even so, you're blocking it.
But he didn't.
Uzuki wants to be tested. As he discussed prior to the session.
You watch him, carefully. Even when tears start to flow out and his teeth softly graze you as he can no longer keep his mouth open, you continue to grind into him, yanking at his hair to keep him still.
"What's wrong, doll?" You tease with a grin. You would be lying if you said this wasn't turning you on.
The sight of the notorious slur teary-eyed, chest heaving and tied down without any way to escape (read: he can escape, yet, he chooses not to).
You lift your hips off for a split second but he dives right back on in, tongue swallowing you whole.
"Tsk," you click your tongue down as you push yourself off him to catch your breath. "Slow down, kei."
Then, he growls.
The mood shifts.
You tilt your head curiously. That's not like him.
You watch him carefully, calmly. His eyes are glazed over with lust rather than love, adoration. His face flushed and covered with drool. His white hair sprawled underneath him. But his personality... it's another.
You scoff in disbelief. There's no way.
You messed with him so bad (good), his mind and body subconsciously searched for someone to help him out.
