hi i wanted to ask if you could do a story where reader is dating a gargoyle and one night he’s fucking them in a courtyard and they’re both right on the edge when the sun suddenly comes up and he freezes again, knot stuck in the readers cunt and pinning them to the ground in the courtyard, denying them of their orgasm but keeping them on his cock for the day. hopefully no one finds them ;P
A/N: Do laugh about the title, I think it’s so funny.
Twilight
Gargoyle x fem!reader || edging, overstimulation, sex toy (technically?), (very light) cum-inflation
Imagine having a gargoyle boyfriend. When you first saw him in the tall building across your office, you thought it was a hot as fuck statue, but when you spotted him moving when his shift ended… You almost had a heart attack. And your panties got wet at the same time. It took him three days to figure out the notes you kept hanging on the glass were directed at him, but that same day he waited for you to finish work and took you for coffee.
After that, well… You have a gargoyle boyfriend. And you are a bit obsessed with him. Or a lot. A whole lot, actually. He’s just so massive and wide all over, and he loves you so very much. He’s a romantic all over. He never spends more than an hour without giving you a kiss, his arm is permanently placed over your shoulder when you are out and about, and he likes to cuddle more than he likes anything else (even if his body is hard as a rock, pun intended, he’s surprisingly comfy). He’s perfect.
But if you are a 100% true to yourself, the thing that you love the most about him is the way he fucks.
His monster dick is the best thing that ever happened to your pussy. You’ve never experienced something like it. You aren’t sure you have words to describe it, even. He loves to wrap his wings around you while he fucks you, his whole body wrapped around yours in the warmest of embraces. He fucks you all night long. His dick buried so deep inside of you, his shaft rubbing against his G-spot at every little movement, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine until your thighs can’t stop shaking, and he chuckles in your ear, your utter debauchery is peak comedy to him.
And every once in a while, you enjoy a little rendezvous in the garden. Or anywhere semi-public where the threat of being caught is enough to drive him a little bit wilder, and to get you a little bit wetter. Your heartbeats matched in the cadence of sex while you gasp for breath at every thrust of his hips. To the point that you lose track of time. So much so that you are completely lost in pleasure when the sun starts to rise. Well, to be fair, you were so wrapped into each other that you forgot there was something that would put an end to the garden debauchery.
The second the sun breaks the horizon, your gargoyle boyfriend blinks a total of two times, his mouth open in the middle of an orgasm before he lets out a choked breath and his body freezes over yours. His dick is buried so deep inside you can feel it against your pleasure points. You try to move, but he’s… struck. The sun is up and your gargoyle boyfriend is right inside of you. In the middle of the garden. And he’s going to be frozen there for the next seven to eight hours (luckily for you, it’s still winter).
At first, you are just resting there, but then you roll your hips a little bit and gasp. You can feel him so deep inside, and the ridges on his dick still feel so good… You wonder if you could cum by just moving your hips slightly. A few moments later you discover that the answer to that question is yes. Not only you can come, but it feels incredibly good to be squeezing around his hard as stone (pun intended again) dick.
By the time the sun starts to set, and he comes back to his body, your pussy feels raw. You had so many orgasms that each twitch is almost painful, but still sends sparks of pleasure up your spine. You are a drooling teary mess under him, and his eyes blink open as he returns to his body. The roar that leaves his throat is monstrous when the sensations of his body come back all at once. Each little movement, each time you squeezed around his dick… All of it hits him like a brick, you can see it in his eyes as he starts rutting into you like a madman. Like a monster. He thrusts into your oversensitive pussy, his pubic bone rubbing your clit almost painfully while he surrenders himself to the accumulated orgasms and pleasure. Your vision whites out, his roars mix with the ringing in your ears while he drives you to another plane of existence altogether. You aren’t sure what’s real anymore, but you can still feel his dick buried deep inside of you while he fills you so much your stomach gets a bit bloated. Not such a bad day after all…
owlman!Mr. Harkins x human!Reader
Good to know: no smut, just a bit of a dom x sub thing, humiliation and spanking
Summary: The librarian has to punish you when you are late again.
"Miss Flores, you are late again," Mr. Harkins's stern voice welcomes you the moment you enter the library.
A grimace pulls on your face as you find the male at his desk, not even looking up from the screen of the computer. The bright light follows the curve of his beak and reflects on his round glasses in front of his wide golden eyes.
"I apologize, Mr. Harkins," you reply. Your voice is thin and quiet. "I didn't have time…" you start as you approach him. Your steps seem loud in the quiet room.
"I don't have time for your excuses," he cuts in before you can continue your explanation. "If you can't follow the rules, you can go and buy the books instead of borrowing them."
You don't even dare to reply as you grab the books from your bag and put them on the old wooden table in front of the owl. They are heavy and thick in your hands.
"Did I make myself clear, Miss Flores?" Mr. Harkins asks, looking up at you from his seat.
"Yes, Mr. Harkins," you nod, clearing your throat when you feel it tightening. "I will do better next time," you promise.
He rolls his eyes. "I heard it before, Miss. I don't need your empty promises. I need you to bring back the books in time."
"Yes, Mr. Harkins," you reply.
"Now, go," he says, motioning to the long row of bookshelves behind you. "I don't want to see you."
"Yes, Mr. Harkins," you repeat yourself, almost whispering.
Your friendship with the owl started well enough when you moved to the city two years ago. He was happy for the new face and welcomed you to Meriad with open wings and several suggestions about which books you should read when he heard about your preferences. He was respectful and kind. Then, your job began to be too demanding, and you started getting late with bringing back the books you borrowed. He was patient and understanding at first, but his demeanor changed for the worse every time you were late. Before you knew it, the male you thought was a new friend looked at you like you were his biggest enemy.
It was too late, though.
You were madly and deeply in love with him by the time, he started hating you.
That's why it hurts so much when you are late with his precious books. You hate to disappoint him. You want him to be kind and nice to you again, even though his anger and sternness always do things to you, no matter how much you try to deny it.
Wanting to get away from him as fast as possible, you quickly disappear behind the bookshelves. They tower over you easily, hiding you from his dark gaze and the burning of his attention on the back of your head.
You need long minutes to calm yourself down and start to focus on the books around you.
The familiar scent of the old building and papers fills your nostrils as you wander through the long rows. Your fingers caress over the spine of the books as you read the titles.
The orange glow of the setting sun filters into the library through the tinted windows. They illuminate the tall walls and glint on the chandeliers hanging off the painted ceiling.
The library is quiet and calm. You can hear someone moving around from time to time, but you don't pay attention to them. You focus on the books, picking one or two up every now and again to get to know more before deciding to keep it or put it back. By the time you are done, your arms hurt under their weight.
"Great," you grunt under your breath, pushing down your anxiety because of the fact that you have to face the angry owl again.
Well, if you are lucky, his co-worker…
But no.
Mr. Harkins already stares at you with a scowl on his feather-covered face when you appear from behind the shelves. The golden of his eyes seems vivid and liquid in contrast with the whites and browns of his feathers. The yellowish color of his hands at the end of his wings matches with the shade of his beak. His black claws are short and blunt.
"No," he breaks the silence as you drop your collection on his table with a quiet thud.
Your brows lift in surprise. "What?"
"If you borrow so many books, you will be late again."
"I won't," you tell him, feeling like a child under his stern, scolding gaze.
"Don't lie to me, Miss Flores."
"The policy says one can't borrow more than ten books," you tell him. You shouldn't be brave enough to talk back, but him not letting you take as many books with you as you want almost feels humiliating. "It's only eight," you add, pointing at the pile between you and the angry bird.
"One last time," he grunts.
The few minutes while he takes care of the books and you put them away are silent, tense, and awkward. Shame and guilt burn your cheeks because of your argument. You are sure he has to force himself not to ban you from the library, and you are not sure what stops him.
"Thank you, Mr. Harkins," you break the silence, adjusting the straps of your bag on your shoulder as you make your way to the exit. "Have a good night."
"Miss Flores," he calls after you. "If you are late again, you will be punished."
Hearing his warning, your lips open with shock, but no words come out as the door closes behind you.
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After you called the library for an extra two weeks and Mr. Harkins's co-worker was the one who answered the phone, you thought you were safe. Two weeks should be enough for a book that is barely longer than two hundred pages. In other circumstances, it would have been enough if not for your job. The hospital changed your shifts at the last minute, and after working long hours at night, you were too tired to read at daylight.
You should have returned the books two weeks ago.
Two weeks.
Mr. Harkins will ban you from the library; you are sure of it. You have two weeks to accept the fact that you will have to go to the other side of the city if you want to read without leaving a fortune in the bookshops.
But facing the owlman? Yeah, your stomach turns with anxiety when you think about it.
You sit at the table in your small kitchen. The books are in front of you in a pile as you stare at them accusingly as if your being in trouble is their fault.
What if you don't take them back? What is the worst that can happen? Maybe you have to pay some fine. And you can never go even near the library again, afraid you will meet Mr. Harkins. But with your luck, you will meet him somewhere else. And he will tear your head off in the middle of the street in front of everyone.
"Shit," you groan, holding your head in both of your hands as you lean onto the table with your elbows. You want to say more, but the ringing of your phone doesn't let you. The familiar sound fills the small flat.
"Yes?" You answer without looking at the screen. It's probably the hospital, anyway.
"Miss Flores?" You can feel your blood freezing in your veins at the sullen voice. "The books, Miss Flores."
"Yes," you gasp. "I will return them today."
"After the library is closed."
You frown. "What? Why?"
"Am I clear, Miss Flores?"
You gulp, fidgeting. "Yes, Mr. Harkins."
"Good," he grunts. "I will wait for you."
Okay. What is the worst that Mr. Harkins can do to you? Ban you? You already accepted the idea. Maybe he will make you clean up the library or help with the books. He can't do that, but you wouldn't be brave enough to say no if he asked.
You spend the whole day with rocks in your stomach. You try to calm yourself and be careless about it, but you can't lie to yourself. You are in trouble.
By the time the library closes, you are in front of the building, trying to gather your courage to make yourself enter.
The sun is already setting. The lights reflect on the buildings around you, gliding across the windows. The library's tinted glasses glint under the orange glow. The traffic behind you on the road is still busy and loud. The sound of honks and the rumble of engines echo off the tall walls, vibrating in the autumn breeze. You have to step and move every now and again so you are not in the way of anyone who has better things to do than stand in front of the library. You reach the entrance door like this, with quiet apologies and smiles.
When you finally enter, the library is even more silent than usual, and the desk not far from the entrance is empty.
This is your chance, you think with a sharp inhale. You put the books down, leave, and never come back.
"Miss Flores, you come." Mr. Harkins's voice mixes with the quiet thud of the books as they land on the hard surface of the desk.
Your heart stops beating for long seconds.
"Yes," you squeak out. "As you wanted, Mr. Harkins."
"See? You can be a good girl, Miss Flores if you want to."
You are sure he can hear the change in your breathing when he calls you a good girl. Anxiety and excitement rush over your body, going straight between your legs.
"I will go now," you tell him, still not having enough courage to turn and look at him. "I still have things to do and…"
"Not so fast, Miss Flores," he says, stopping you before you can move even an inch. "I still have to punish you."
At his words, you turn to him. "Mr. Harkins, I-"
"Turn back," he commands, and you can't help but scowl at him. He wears his usual three-piece suit. The brown shades of the fabric match his feathers. His round glasses rest on the base of his beak.
"Turn. Back," he repeats himself. "Before I make your punishment worse."
You do as he says.
"Take off your pants." His next demand makes you freeze and burn at the same time. Your cheeks heat up as you feel his waiting gaze on your back.
"Mr. Harkins-"
"Do I have to tell you everything twice, Miss Flores?"
"No, Mr. Harkins," you reply, unbuttoning your jeans to push them down to your knees.
"All the way," he says. "I want you to spread your legs."
Fuck.
Even though you feel humiliated, your pussy thinks otherwise. You are already wet and aching.
"What if someone sees?" You ask quietly.
"It's just us, little girl," he says. "You don't have to worry."
You nod, keeping your mouth shut. His gaze is heavy on the curve of your bottom even though you still wear your panties. You are curious if he can see the wet patch on the fabric or if you are not that soaked yet.
"Now bend over and spread your legs." He is getting closer.
Pushing away the books from the way, you follow his command once again. You want to know what happens next.
"Good girl," he hums, and your pussy throbs at his praise. Yeah, you want to be his good girl. You imagined the librarian so many times but never quite like this.
"Push out your ass," he says from above you. Your insides twitch at his closeness.
Fuck.
His hand lands on the small of your back. His touch is warm and slow as his hold slips down to your bottom. He grabs the flesh there, squeezing and groping you. His claws still feel sharp even though you know they are blunt.
"I will spank you," the owlman states.
His fingers slip under the waist of your panties, pulling down the fabric until it stretches around your knees. The library's air feels cold on your heated skin.
"How many days ago you should have brought back the books?" Mr. Harkins asks.
"Fourteen days ago," you squeak out. Your cheek is pressed against the wooden surface of the desk. Your hands are next to your head in small fists.
"Uh-uh," he disagrees. "Before that, you asked for two more weeks."
You gasp and almost stand up, but the owlman's other hand stops you from doing that. "That's too much," you tell him.
"It is," he agrees with a sigh. He sounds amused. "Let's stay at fourteen, but you have to count them loudly, and I will add one more every time I don't hear you."
"Yes, sir," you reply.
His chuckle is satisfied as he smooths down on your ass cheeks, warming up the skin for what happens next.
"Good girl," he says. "Now, count."
The first slap comes suddenly and powerfully. Your whole body jerks and jumps at the pain that strikes through your skin.
"One," you cry out.
Another slap. "Two."
Three more. "Three, four, five."
Your bottom burns under his assault. Your flesh jiggles after every loud smack that echoes off the walls.
"You don't know how many times I imagined you like this," he says.
"Six."
"Every time you were late, I wanted to bend you over the desk or my knees and spank that sweet ass of yours until they were red and ripe under my hand."
"Seven."
"At first, when you started coming here, I thought we could be friends, you know? He asks without wanting an answer.
"Eight."
"I thought you were a nice girl who respects the library's and my rules, but no."
"Nine." At this point, your ass is on fire.
"You had to be late every damn time."
"I'm sorry," you cry and gasp. "It wasn't my-"
Smack. Smack.
"Mr. Harkins!"
"You didn't count, bad girl. Add two more."
"No, wait!"
Smack. Smack. Smack.
"Ten. Eleven. Twelve."
Your face is wet from your tears, and your pussy pulses with need. Sobs shake your body as you cry. You hate to disappoint him. Guilt and pain eat you while he still keeps you down on the table. Smack. Smack. You count loudly and hoarsely.
"Two more, sweet girl," he says, caressing the redness of your skin. He is more gentle now, giving you a few seconds to take deep breaths and calm yourself down.
"Two more," he repeats, "and we will be done. Your punishment will be over, and you will be forgiven, alright?
"Yes, sir," you nod, still sobbing.
"Good girl."
Smack.
"Fifteen," you count.
"And one last."
"Sixteen," you gasp, relieved.
"Good girl," he praises you, caressing your burning skin. "I know you can be a good girl if you want to. I'm proud of you."
Every praising word and touch lifts something off your chest that lets you breathe again. The tears stop but your pussy still throbs and aches. The pain Mr. Harkins inflicted on you was nowhere near enough to lessen your desire for the owl.
"You want something else, aren't you?" He asks, amused again. "Your pretty cunt is sopping wet."
His hand glides down to your center. The tip of his finger is rough against the slit of your cunt.
"Mr. H-Harkins," you gasp, pushing yourself against him. "Please."
"Uh-uh," he hums, shaking his head even though you can't see him. His wide eyes shine with hunger and satisfaction. You are wet and slick under his touch. The scent of your arousal is thick and heavy in the air.
"I can't reward you after your punishment, can I?" He chuckles, still playing with your wet folds. The tip of his finger finds your clit every now and again but never stays there for long enough to make you feel good.
"Please," you breathe out, pressing your forehead against the desk. It's cold under your heated, slightly sweaty skin.
"How about this," he says, still exploring your pussy as he talks. "I let you choose three books now, and if you bring them back in time, I will give you a reward you want."
"Okay, sir," you answer. You know you can do nothing but agree.
"Good girl," he hums, leaving your pussy to lean down and take off your panties.
"Mr. Harkins?" You gasp sharply.
"I will keep them," he smirks. "Now go and choose three books, Miss Flores."
Your legs shake as you get up from the desk and make a few tentative steps to the shelves. The skin of your inner thighs is wet and uncomfortable.
Stopping in your tracks, you look back at the male over your shoulder. He is leaning against his desk with his wings over his chest. His golden eyes are sharp and satisfied as he looks over your half-naked body.
"Go on, little girl."
You feel humiliated and excited at the same time again as you wander between the shelves. His eyes are on you the whole time.
You are not sure where this all will lead you with Mr. Harkins, but you know for a fact that you will return the books in time.
leon kennedy who relieves his stress by eating you out.
2.4k words of leon having the time of his life being inbetween your legs. nsfw obviously. minors dni.
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leon had come home later than usual today, shoulders all tight and jaw tense from the teeth gritting you’re not sure he even noticed doing. problem at his work was your best guess as to why he had that expression on his face. you decided to swallow your usual question about how his day went since the answer was pretty apparent. still, like the sweet man that he is, leon greeted you with a soft kiss to the forehead, the gentleness he had preserved only for you shone through despite all the tension he’s withholding.
you embraced the taller man through the silence, hoping that the little gesture could provide some kind of comfort to him. but it seemed like leon had an entirely different idea of comfort that day as he smoothly brought a hand under your knees to carry you straight to the bedroom instead. he laid you down into the mattress, wasting no time in capturing your lips vigorously leaving you breathless under the ambush.
fire-like sensation flared across your body, your nerves came alive at the touch of his hand on your side, like it’s the only thing keeping his self control intact. you hummed into the kiss, the giddiness only excited him further, kissing you deeper, his mouth moved in a pace like that of a starving man. and to the hunger you could only respond accordingly, matching his hurried rhythm, tasting the desperation from someone who seemed like he couldn’t get enough.
he took what you gave and still demanded more. a groan escaped him, like it hurt him physically to pull away. but before you could even miss the warmth of his lips it was already back in full force against your neck, him leaving hot trails of kisses as he moved lower, sucking slightly on ridge of your collarbone, a breathy moan that left your mouth served as a fuel for leon as he brought his free hand to skillfully open the buttons of your silk pajamas, revealing your naked breasts in their glory. the man let out a sigh full of wonderment at your gorgeous body, worshipping every inch on your skin as though his kisses were the prayers.
”so beautiful. so perfect,” he mumbled, the timber of his voice sent shivers all the way down to the end of your spine. his wet mouth found your right nipple, sucking as his other hand twisted your left one in-between his fingers, the stimulation made your stomach jolt at the overwhelming sensation, abdomen unconsciously chasing the pleasure and meeting him halfway. leon’s heavy breath ghosted over your chest, turned on beyond belief, his eyes deep in a haze; lust glossing across his orbs.
“l-leon,” your needy whine snapped him out of a trance, letting you go and he could say with confidence doing so was harder than him having to pull out a knife out of his arm that one time. he licked once more out of greed before planting soft kisses down to your stomach, his hand couldn’t quite get it off your tit just yet, his thumb brushed over your stiff as a rock nipple like an anchor, a reminder that you desired him just as much as he did you in that moment.
he moved lower, lower, until his chin felt the fabric of your waistband, hooking a finger on it but he stopped himself, tilting his head as he faced you. “can i baby? ‘ve had a long day,” he asked gruffly, the gravel on his voice practically made your pussy tingled in excitement. there was nothing explicit in his words yet your mind filled the blanks pretty fast, your brain answered first by nodding rapidly before your mouth could catch up. something in the way he pleaded had made you so eager for his touch, the man had just declared that pleasing you would help him relieve some stress, like you’re the one doing him a favor instead. what else were you supposed to say besides hell yes?
leon flashed you a smile that could make a grown man or woman weak on their knees before giving your lower stomach another kiss in gratitude; like someone who had been denied water in the middle of desert for a long time had finally found a lake to quench his thirst. a smirk that from your experience, was filled with a promise that had something to do with your ability to walk properly tomorrow.
he pulled down your shorts, you lifted your legs in response like it’s second nature, making it easier for him to take off your pants. he threw the fabric to the ground without care, his eyes loyal and unmoving like he’s stuck in a trance towards what the cloth was hiding this whole time. at his stare you attempted to close your legs but the grip of his hand on your inner thigh prevented you so, leon knelt in front of the bed as he put your legs on your shoulders, supporting your lower half; dangling if it weren’t for his sturdy body.
there it was in its most beautiful state, your soaking cunt right in front of his face. leon used the back of his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, he could’ve sworn he thought he was drooling. “fuck. is this all for me?” he whispered, you could hear the proud smile in his question, knowing damn well what the answer was. you stared at the ceiling hoping it will help you to form some kind of a proper counter, yet you couldn’t find it in you to think of anything aside from this subliminal want for the male to do something.
you squealed at the touch of his rough hand brushing over your fold, the movement was slow, excruciatingly careful as he took his time like he’s admiring a piece of art. for a man who looked like he was ready to destroy any obstacle to get to this point, leon was unusually patient and looked very much in control.
or so you thought, until both of his arms sneaked themselves around your thighs locking your legs in place and you knew right there and then. there will be nothing stopping him from enjoying the feast he’s about to devour. and he made sure of that.
your body shook in anticipation as leon leaned in, running his tongue across your lips very slowly. each sweep getting deeper, sending mental notes to his senses so they would remember this taste forever. carving it thoroughly like a man who refused to take this moment for granted. your hips bucked at the sensation, chasing it in urgencyfor more, for it to be deeper.
”m-more please,” you pleaded, heaving. having no damn idea how you could be so out of breath even though leon was the only one doing all the moving, yet with every touch of his tongue, every tease, you found it hard to keep yourself in check.
“patience baby, i’m going to take my time with you alright? waited all damn day for this,” he replied with ease, fooling no one when his boxer looked like it was about to burst by his bulging erection. yet he stayed true to his words, because above his own pleasure what got him off the most was seeing your face in bliss, expression changing in every careful touch he did; enjoying how sensitive you became under his hand.
leon eyed your swollen clit that’s already begging to be licked, sucked, anything. and who was he to deny you that? his mouth then moved to the delicate spot, flicking it gently with his tongue as your body jerked like it’s burned alive, finally being granted the pleasure you’ve been waiting for. even when you flailed, leon easily sucked your bud with a scary accuration as he held your lower body steady; the sounds he made as his lips kept licking and swirling were like it came straight out of porn.
you let out a shameless moan and leon thrived under it, basking under the sexy noise you made like he’s an athlete who trained his whole life for this. and he would, if given the chance. him and your pussy everyday? give him a gun if he’d ever deny that. but that’s a wishful thought, a fake—albeit enticing situation he’d found himself daydreaming about, unlike right now, where your very real sopping wet cunt was right in front of him, all for him to please.
“you taste so fucking good.” leon hummed contently, his tongue encircling your clit like a madman who couldn’t get enough, feeling like he was about to cum in his pants every time he felt your center pulsate, twitching because he knew it did that only for him, by his touch only. you grinded your hips on his tongue, chasing for more friction. by then leon had started to lose himself, his control, like a man who was finally at the end of his wits, he began to eat you out genuinely.
his wild movement raw with lust, borderline unhinged as he leaned in deeper to caress and suck your slit like his life depended on it. you were sent into a state of frenzy at the ambush of his tongue, the grip on your thighs preventing you from pulling away as he worked on your already swelled clit, you felt your orgasm coming, stomach coiled. your hands that were grabbing the sheets were now on his dirty blonde hair, holding the soft strands tight like it’s your lifeline, the only thing keeping you still on ground. the tug on his hair as you led him deeper was what sent leon into overdrive, clinging to it like it’s an addiction as he got rougher.
“i-i’m cumming!” you screamed loudly, you were sure the neighbor could hear it so you knew for a fact that leon heard it as well yet his mouth stayed relentless. even as you writhed, overstimulated by the overwhelming waves of thrill he didn’t stop pleasuring you, even as you came undone his tongue was merciless, he was right there with you as you rode out your climax, never stopping even for a second. there were only flashes of light in the blackness as you eyes rolled, your spine tight with heat as you finished.
insatiable, that’s what he was. your hips stuttered, unfurling as he lapped up your release until the very last drop like it’s the best tasting meal he had all week. even with your cum smeared all around his lips, his skin glistening from the lights reflection the man still looked like he wanted more.
and more he took.
”w-wait leon, ‘m too sensitive,” you whimpered, asking for mercy he wasn’t going to give, mercy you weren’t sure you were going to accept either. after all, leon knew more than anyone that you had just as much unsatiated appetite as he was when it comes to this. you panted, your hands were still on his hair, squeezing it to prevent him from starting again, neither pushing him away.
“i know you have one more in there baby, do it for me?” he asked gently, though his gesture was anything but. mouth already on your quivering cunt and you let him, you always do. grinding his tongue against your swollen clitoris once more without giving you a break. you gasped, closing your legs out of reflex and without his hands holding your legs back anymore as they were on your knees, your thighs were practically smothering the man yet he didn’t seem to mind it even a bit. with him continuing to move without a care as he held your legs tighter around him, the man looked like he was exactly where he wanted to be.
when the fresh wave of intense pleasure started to hit you once more, you began to moan louder. the increased sensitivity on your clit had pushed you into taking more than you could, eager in giving the man everything he needed, since he gave you the same. intangible string of pleads escaped your lips as leon pressed on, knowing exactly how much you loved it when your limit was being tested. and even with the repetitive motion you didn’t find the man’s movement any less rigorous than before, it was actually the opposite. the thought of bringing you into the edge for the second time in just a short span of period made leon an ambitious man. no, it made him a beast.
“i-i can’t. ‘m close,” your core clenched and unclenched its muscles at the marvel of the man’s lips. who seemed like it had memorized every curve, every spot that would drive you wild. and he had full intent in doing so as his touch rapidly becoming more staggering, every flick pushing you under a rush that eventually became too much for you to hold. something that felt like a hot chain coiled itself within your stomach, tighter and tighter, begging for the sweet release of climax.
“come on my tongue, let me taste you again.” and like some kind of a mantra, you did just that, a yell of ecstasy cut through the room as your hips faltered erratically all under the soft of his touch, making sure you knew you were safe with him to feel it all, to let go. leon groaned like he ejaculated himself, the feeling of you coming undone was something he’ll never get used to, something that he wanted to all the time if he could.
you panted like someone had personally taken the oxygen from the room, inhaling air like you lack the source. coming down from the high you had noticed once again leon had lapped you all clean sateless man than he is. and when he showed no sign of getting up and changing his position, you started to worry.
“um, leon?” you called carefully.
“yeah?” he replied in ease, like a man without worry.
“aren’t you done?”
he gazed at you, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead which somehow added more to his sex appeal. he still had half of his face buried in your pussy, like someone really had to physically pull him back to get him away from it.
“one more, please baby? i know you have it in you.”
“i-i don’t know if i can, leon,”
“you can. please sweetheart. for me?”
and you knew you could, especially if it’s with leon. so you nodded, having no idea what you just agreed to.
he made you cum twice more after that.
well long story short, it turned out all leon had to do to relieve his stress was to eat you out.
post elpis older boyfriend .ᐟ leon kennedy is a different man. he might as well be a sex robot now— his sex is one of a rabid animal’s in heat and he fucks a lot. insanely so. something changed in his libido; it went out straight up the roof. he can’t get enough of you and at times, he gets a pulsing hard boner that lasts him enough for a couple of hours. he makes you come sweet on his tongue fresh in the morning, hiding under the blanket. during your breakfast, he can barely contain himself. he spreads your legs wide open on the kitchen table and fucks your cunt with no wrapper or birth control. he might as well put a few babies in you if he’s so healthy all of a sudden.
it’s always been an insecurity of his that a guy your age could keep it up for longer and take care of your needs. not anymore.
and that’s not even the best part. leon makes your thighs tremble shut with his cock inside you, spilling ropes of salty, warm cum inside your swollen pussy. it then, he leaves you dizzy and breathless on the bed to grab you a towel. when he returns, his initial plans of cleaning your thighs and running you a warm bath are completely replaced. he traps you under his rough, strong body, sweaty muscles and burning red cheeks from doing all the work. “one more round, doll?” and you won’t even stop there. god knows if you’ll ever stop.
you even told leon he can use your pussy freely while you’re asleep if he needs it so badly— so, he grabs the sole bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer and mixed with spit, he stretches your cunt with two of his fingers, right before opening your tight pussy up with the tip of his cock. every night you fuck like dirty rabbits because he can’t stop thinking about how sexy you’d look bent over the balcony, fucking yourself messy into his thick cock.
wolf-shifter!Rome x human!Reader
Good to know: smut
Summary: It's your turn to take control while the wolf is tied to the bed.
A/N: We meet Rome again from [wolf-shifter] Rome and [wolf-shifter] Rome + NSFW Alphabet
The shifter's long, lean body is spread out on your bed. The blankets and sheets are a mess around him, pushed to the side carelessly. The sight fills you with satisfaction and greed. Your gaze runs over his muscular legs, his tight abdomen, and wide chest. His dark fur seems soft to the touch under the dim light of the lamp streaming through the window above your bed. Different shades of gray cover his whole body, turning darker and darker on his tail, which wags lazily with anticipation. His arms and legs are stretched and tied to the corners of the bed with thick ropes. You can see his muscles shifting and twitching every now and again as he tries to move but fails every time. You can't help but smile at his attempts. The control you have over the situation, over him, buzzes under your skin.
"You are so pretty like this," you coo. Your words are followed by his groan as he closes his eyes for a long second while turning his head away from you. You know if he would lie before you in his human form, you could see him blushing.
"Poor baby," you continue, leaving the end of the bed to approach him with slow, confident steps. Your fingers rake over the thick fur at the top of his head. Rome preens under your caress, incapable of hiding his reaction to your closeness.
"It's okay," you hum, enjoying the situation maybe a bit too much. But how could you not? After the wolf-shifter jumped on you because of his rut, you have every reason to take advantage of him like that, tied down and exposed.
"We will have so much fun!"
Climbing up on the bed beside him, you settle down on your knees, letting your gaze wander up and down on his body the whole time. You feel like a little kid in the candy store. There is this hunk of a wolf in front of you, and you don't even know where to start with him.
"You know I could tear them apart if I wanted to," he breaks the silence for the first time in a while. He tugs on the ropes, and the bed creaks under the sudden force.
You smirk at him again, letting your hand rest on the middle of his chest. Your fingers play with his fur, seeking out the warmth of his skin underneath it. "I know," you reply. "But what would be the fun in that?"
He knows you are right. He didn't agree to do this for nothing. He was intrigued by the idea of you taking control and having your way with his body. And again, after what he had done, he owns you this.
"My pretty puppy," you whisper under your breath as your hand slips down from his chest to his crotch. Your nails graze over the tight muscles of his stomach, and you tease the sensitive skin around the base of his cock without touching his length even for a moment. It juts out, erected, and already leaking.
"I barely touched you," you grin, flicking the tip of his cock gently.
The shifter grows, and the bed creaks again. "Y/N!"
"Shh," you shake your head. "You promised."
The male groans again because he knows you are right, and he can do nothing about it. When he relaxes back on the bed, you continue your exploration. Your fingertip runs down at the underside of his cock, brushing over his heavy balls between his thick thighs and back up on his upper body until you reach his chin. You turn his head so he faces you. His almond-shaped eyes are focused and intense as he looks back at you. His ears twitch at the top of his head, waiting for your next move.
"Hey," you grin, leaning closer until your nose touches his snout.
"Hey," Rome grunts with flaring nostrils. Your scent fills his senses with a hint of your building arousal.
The kiss you share with the wolf-shifter is awkward and clumsy. It's all sharp teeth and tongue, but it's not less enjoyable as you let yourself lean closer, bracing yourself on his chest with an open palm. You can feel the strong and steady beat of his heart through the thick plates of his muscles.
"Y/N." Your name comes out breathlessly. His tongue licks over his canines as if trying to savor your taste.
You hum. "I'm here." You restart your caressing from his chest down to his erection. You can feel his abdomen clenching under your fingertips as you brush your fingers through his fur. It's warm and soft, and your palm tingles with the urge to curl your fingers and grab onto him.
You take your time, petting him and playing with the thick strands covering his whole body. By the time you reach his cock, it twitches with a damp, dark pink tip. You flick it again, not even caring about the shifter's unamused grunt as you lift your finger to your mouth, tasting him. His heavy gaze burns, and you make sure to lick him off of your finger thoroughly.
Your name leaves his lips once again with more desperation and impatience. His hips buck upwards, his cock bobs in the air, and you take the not-so-subtle hint with a grin on your face.
"So impatient," you huff, amused.
Readjusting yourself between his legs, your hands land on his thighs. Your nails glide over his taut, twitching muscles, sending a shiver through his whole body.
"Don't-" Rome starts to say something, but his words die on his tongue when you bend over to press a soft, teasing kiss on the swollen tip of his erection. A shuddering breath leaves his chest that ends in a sharp exhale when you poke out your tongue and lick the sensitive underside of his glans, making him jerk with the sudden sensation. His hands curl into fists as he pulls on his bonds keeping him on the bed. The tug is hard enough to make the frame of the bed rattle, but he has still enough control over himself not to tear the ropes apart.
You continue lapping at the head of his cock, savoring the musky, earthy taste of his pre-cum. Holding him steadily at the base, you lick a warm, wet path over his shaft before taking him all the way into your mouth. You alternately suck and stroke him while the shifter growls and snarls into the otherwise quiet bedroom. His cock is a pleasant weight on your tongue as you hollow your cheeks to suck him deeper. Your hand twists around his hard girth while giving the tip quick, darting licks and sloppy kisses. You let yourself drool on his erection, smearing your own saliva all over his length.
You peer up at him through your lashes, watching him staring at the bobbing motion of your head as your lips stretch hungrily around him. His gaze is sharp and already half-delirious, and his long tongue hangs out of his large mouth as he pants and wheezes. His hips buck up every now and again, hitting the back of your throat with a low, dangerous snarl when the vibration of your choking on his cock surges through his spine.
The sight of him so exposed and vulnerable under you makes your pussy clench with need even though you didn't even touch yourself yet. Your flimsy underwear is soaked, sticking to your slit as your hips rock back and forth every few minutes, trying to get some friction but failing every time.
"If you would let me..." He starts with a knowing, smug smile, but you shake your head even before he can finish the sentence.
"You," you point at him. "You stay there until I decide otherwise."
The swollen head of his cock glistens with your saliva and his pre-cum when you let him go to get out of bed for a second. The wolf growls, annoyed, but says nothing.
You get rid of your clothes quickly, letting the small fabrics fall on the ground before climbing back up above him with an excited, burning coil in your lower stomach. You can feel your own wetness every time your thighs rub together as you move.
Rome watches the scene breathlessly. His lungs burn, and his muscles are already sore from being so taut for so long, but these things are the last ones on his mind right now. His eyes wander down from the soft line of your shoulders to the tantalizing curve of your breasts and hard nipples. He salivates at the sight, wanting to sit up and feel them under his tongue and take them into his mouth until you have to push his large head away because they become too sensitive, and tears gather in your eyes every time he nibbles on them. But no, he grunts, pulling on the ropes once again with a tense snarl that makes you grin down at him.
"Poor pup," you mock him. "How does it feel, huh? I do what I want with you, and you can do nothing about it."
Both of you know that it's a lie. He could get rid of his bonds within a second, but he lets you have your fun. And even though he is annoyed by your words, he loves seeing you so confident and happy. And your saliva on his throbbing cock is not a bad feeling either.
Lowering yourself above his erection, you place your hands on his stomach to keep your balance as the head of his cock slides over your slit. The blunt tip teases your folds and rubs your clit. Anticipation ripples through your body as you reach down to grab him between your fingers, stroking him up and down a few times before positioning his dick to your entrance.
You know you should make yourself more ready for him, but despite your words and constant teasing, you know very well that your fun can end any moment if the shifter under you loses his patience.
Holding your breath, you watch him watching you sliding down on his cock inch by inch. The tight ring of your pussy stretches and pulses on his thickness, making you cry out with desperation.
You need several minutes and small, grinding motions to get used to the feeling of him inside you, stuffing you full and rubbing all over your walls while he watches the scene transfixed. He throbs and leaks at the sight of his cock disappearing in your warm, wet channel.
Slowly, you start to rock your hips back and forth. The muscles of your thighs are tense as you keep some of your weight on your legs so you can keep moving. A few times, you accept him as deep as possible, moaning and wheezing. Your walls contract around his cock every time the tip of his length hits the sensitive, spongy spot inside you. Your muscles flutter and grip him tighter.
You ride him as fast as you can, chasing your own orgasm. You can feel it at the corner, approaching but never truly reaching you. Desperate mewls and cries roll out of your mouth as you scowl and nibble on your lower lip. A thin layer of sweat glistens on your heated skin, rolling down your cheeks, cleavage, and the line of your spine. Rome got you so used to his merciless pounding that you can't make yourself cum with such a disappointing speed. It's enough to keep your desire alive but not enough to push you over the edge. You chant his name, complaining and begging while the wolf tries to buck his hips into you despite him still bound to the bed.
Frustration grows inside your heaving chest as you scowl. Damn wolf, you think. Rome got you so used to him having his way with your body that he ruined this for you. Bouncing up and down on his lap is simply not enough anymore.
You can feel the change in the air when Rome has enough of your silly, little playtime. The bed creaks one last time as the ropes snap around his wrists and ankles. They fall to the ground and on the bed without a sound. Before you know it, his large paws are on your hips, holding you bruisingly tight while he braces himself on the mattress. Your breath catches in your throat for a second before Rome punches a loud, crying moan out of your lips with one strong push of his hips. Keeping you in place, the wolf fucks up into you, stuffing you full with his hard, throbbing cock while the only thing you can do is whimper and hold onto his hands.
Now that his knees are up in the air, you can lean back against them with your hands, arching your back while the shifter still bullies your pussy without a second of pause. Your tits bounce with every, almost painful thrust while your pussy clenches and flutters around his rigid erection. Your eyes roll back, and your moan is hoarse and breathless as you say his name when your orgasm rocks through your body, turning your blood into molten lava in your veins. The male snarls at the tightness of your drenched cunt, pulling you down on himself to shoot his hot, thick load into you. You can feel every throb and twitch of his cock as the wolf cums, plastering your walls in his seed while his knot presses inside your mercilessly.
"Fuck!" The word bursts out of your lips breathlessly. The only thing keeping you on top of him is the wolf, holding you tightly while grinding up into your pulsing, gushing cunt.
His knot is still thick inside your fluttering walls when you let yourself lay down on his wide chest, breathless and weak.
"We need stronger ropes," you hum. Your voice is barely louder than a whisper.
CW: 18+, smut, fingering, a sprinkle of ownership kink. | Word count: 0.5k
The glistening leather sinks between your thighs, sinking into you, two fingers curling deep within your sensitive walls. "I've been nothing but permissive with you, perhaps that was my mistake," His deep, monotone voice muffles your small moans, unfazed by them. "Tell me again why you wish to go to that pitiful amusement park."
Ah, the amusement park. The thing that got you in this situation. Around the halls, you have heard the excitement, the little chitchats running around the staff and clones alike. The window of your bedroom gives you a clear view of the lights and rides, the Ferris Wheel catching your eye since day one... foolishly making you think that you could be a part of it.
Vader's glove digs into your hip, using his knee to keep your legs spread on his lap. His Stoic presence is a reminder of your place; you belong next to him, at all times— and if he says no, then you stay where he wants you to.
"I just thought— thought it would be fun," You pant, throwing your head back.
"I don't have you by my side to think," He muses, speeding up the movements of his fingers, rubbing the leather against that spot that makes you jolt forward, grunting under his breath and pressing you further against his broad, metallic chest.
The loud slick noises make your cheeks heat up. He has you splayed in front of the window, forcing you to watch that stupid Ferris Wheel— torturing you with that banal desire you have, and reminding you that you belong and act under his command.
"Silly little girl," He continues, darting his eyes down, the lower part of his helmet resting on the top of your head. "You have everything you wish for here, and yet you ask for such a mundane thing."
Whimpering, your thighs tremble, feeling the rush of the approaching orgasm building in your lower stomach. Vader seems to notice it too, his thumb reaching to circle your clit, moving his digits in a gentle scissoring motion. The mess you have made over his fingers trickles down your skin, almost dripping onto the floor.
"Are you close, little thing?" He mocks you, the polished edge of his helmet digging into your scalp. "You want to come?"
Nodding, you beg. Beg for it like the desperate little thing you are. You know he enjoys it— and you do too, there's no denying. Closing your eyes, you forget about the damn amusement park, letting yourself feel the pleasurable release. Vader holds you tighter as you teeter over the edge, your entire body shivering and hips rolling, your voice wavering with delight...
Then he stops.
With a frustrated whine, your hand curls around his thick wrist, biting your lip as the orgasm you craved begins to fade slowly. The deep, low chuckle that escapes his chest fills you with a frustrating heat, but you don't dare to question him.
"Go get dressed," He says instead, retrieving his fingers from your sensitive pussy, brushing them up your body, caressing your skin, smearing the wetness around. "I'll take you to the amusement park, and you will like it."
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Yandere!Newly Wed Husband x Newly Wed Spouse!Reader— manhandling, oral (f!receiving), edging, orgasm control, multiple orgasms, bondage (rope/handcuffs), marking, positive overstimulation, belly bulge fucked out on his dick, pussy drunk, cumplay, manipulation, aftercare
Meeting Yandere!Newly Wed Husband had been a dream. Every moment with him has been like something out of your most wild fantasies. He wooed you from the moment you two met and he never stopped treating you like the royalty you deserve to be treated like. Sweeping you off your feet, making grand gestures, speaking declarations that sound like poetry.
Not only that but he’s always put you first in the bedroom too. The first time you guys decide to fuck after getting together you were surprised by the way he roughly tossed you onto the bed and ate you out like a man starved. Throwing your legs over his shoulders and practically making out with your pussy.
His tongue slobbers over your dripping heat, going feral over it as your taste hits his senses. The loud smacking noises of his mouth slurping up your juices makes your head swim and moans to pour out of your mouth. It took you by surprised just how fast he learned every corner and crevice of your core.
It’s with the drive of a man with a goal that he works your pussy like he’s always owned it and will always own it. Letting you know from the start that no one will be able to give you the pleasure he can.
You could see it in his eyes as he stared you down while enjoying the feast that was your cunt. Noting every tiny reaction from the pulse of your walls around his muscle to the arch of your back as you buck into his mouth and grind against his nose.
He pulled reactions out of you that you didn’t even know you could do and you knew he could tell. He knew he was ruining you for anyone else in real time.
Every lap of the flat of his tongue along your slit, the way the drives his tongue into you as if imagining it was his cock fucking into you, and the greedy need in how desperately he suckled at your oversensitive throbbing clit brought you closer to the edge.
It seemed to last an eternity. And not once had he wavered or hesitated to gorge himself on your body. Just when you thought he was going to let you cum he’d ease off, forcing a pained protesting cry from you.
His hot breath fanned your dribbling pussy, a promise of what he was denying you. Then just as your orgasm had begun to ebb away he’d pounce all over again.
Showing you exactly how bad he could toy with you if he so decided. Revealing all of himself to you without you ever realizing, too swept up and drunk off the pleasure he had fogging up your mind.
It was all like something out of a great big smutty fantasy. When he told you he loved you only a few days in how could you not love him too?
Then when he suggested getting married a couple months later you were so deep into it, in love and basking in the way he worshiped the ground you walked on. There was no other option than, ‘yes, yes, a thousand times yes!’
Marrying you was like a public exclamation of everything Yan!Newly Wed Husband knew from the moment he met you. That you are his. Till death do you part. And even then he’d do his damnedest to find you. From this life to the next.
At the time it had sounded romantic. Like a dream come true. But after the wedding things began to change. He began to change.
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