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CW: No gendered MC pronouns used , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Switch Rafayel, Ebb Day/ Heat, Ovi (eggies go into Raf)
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Summary: You take care of Rafayel during Ebb Day, in more ways than one.
“Rafayel! I got your text and brought half the ocean to eat.” You called out as you let yourself into Mo Art, laden with bags of various seafood. You dropped them on the kitchen counter, looking around with a frown, Rafayel nowhere in sight.
“Rafayel? Are you alright?” You asked, straining to see if you could hear a splash from the bath or if he was putting away some paints in his storage room. Your heart began pounding with anxiety. Did he fall and hit his head? Was it something with his eyes?
“Raf-” You started as you began walking quickly to his bedroom, trying to remain calm until you were cut off by a low moan and distressed noise.
You raced into the bedroom and stopped when you saw the state Rafayel was in, his skin flushed and a smattering of shining blue scales across his cheeks and neck glinting in the candle light. Your mouth went dry.
Ebb Day.
Why hadn’t he told you? You would have taken the day off to take care of him, and you thought the two of you had come far enough in your relationship that he would not hide as much.
Hiding your hurt, you approached him brushing his bangs back as he whimpered and looked at you with hazy eyes.
“Cutie, you’re here. Come to take advantage of me?” Rafayel moaned, reaching out for you. You kissed his forehead and let his grabbing hands guide you into a kiss.
“I’m here. I would have been here all day had you told me. After your birthday, I thought I made it clear that you no longer had to be alone and I wanted to make up for lost time.” You said softly, trying to keep the hurt from your voice as you slid onto the bed, Rafayel now practically in your lap as he nuzzled your neck.
“Mmm, don’t please be mad Cutie… Old habits…” Rafayel mumbled, his skin scorching hot. You held him close, shifting to get more comfortable against the headboard and pull him between your legs, rubbing his chest where the Lemurian Bond Mark should be.
“Your hand. It’s like an ocean current is flowing through my chest.” Rafayel said in a dreamy voice before looking up at you. “You’re not afraid to stay?”
“No, never. I want to help you.” You said, nipping at his nose as he scrunched his face.
“Greedy human. No biting.” He gasped, the Lemurian Bond shining on his chest finally.
“But you’re mine, aren’t you?” You growled and he arched as you undid the buttons on his shirt. He nodded, burying his face in your chest as he often liked to do, trembling in your hold as your hand slid beneath his waistband.
“Be gentle, and don’t tease.” Rafayel said weakly, pulling away slightly to pluck at your top. You took everything off, leaving your upper half bare as Rafayel gave you a satisfied little smirk, leaning on your chest and taking one of your pebbled nipples into his mouth. You moaned, throbbing as his tongue swirled over your nipple. You grazed light fingers against his scales and he keened in the back of his throat, the vibration from his lips that had latched onto your nipple driving you insane. He plucked at your other nipple before crying out as you wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking it and thumbing his weeping slit. You grabbed his hair at the back of his head lightly, pulling back his head to watch his flushed face as you stroked him quickly and roughly.
You swallowed his groan, kissing him harshly as he spilled over your hand.
But you knew it was not enough.
You pulled his pants off, pushing him down on the bed before pulling off your own, including your underwear and stepping out of them before climbing on top of them.
“Please,” Rafayel begged, voice low and rough as his eyes darkened. You braced yourself on his chest, before lowering yourself on his long, slim length. You groaned, swiveling your hips and grinding against his pelvis as his hands flew to your hips.
“This is what happens when I let my guard down. A bold, reckless human takes advantage of me.” Rafayel teased as you leaned down to bite and suck at the bond mark, running your tongue over the scales. He cried out, thrusting into you at the sensation of you ravaging him, kissing along his scales and fevered skin as you squeezed his chest and pinched his nipples, meeting your thrusts.
“Clearly, my love, and not just taking care of what is mine.” You said before gasping as he flipped you, slamming into you with glowing blue eyes. A crack of thunder rattled the windows before they burst open, sea breeze and rain pouring in as lightning flashed.
“Hello, Sea God.” You murmured as he growled, holding you close as he pounded into you.
“Mine,” He groaned as he spilled into you, not letting you escape as he worked you over until you were arching into him and coming, the storm raging outside nothing compared to the one between you two.
Rafayel’s eyes shifted to his usual sunset color, the reddish pink flooding his irises more as he came back to himself, looking at you pleadingly. He dropped his burning forehead to your chest as his cock twitched inside you.
“Not enough?” You whispered and he shook his head, hips lightly thrusting into you. You hummed in sympathy, rubbing his back.
“Should we go to the ocean or at least in the bath?” You asked, not sure how much longer he would be cogniscent.
“No. It will just make things worse,” He said, more scales rippling down his body.
An idea struck you as you looked to the windows that were open, spying the toy chest the two of you had been steadily filling, the storm outside abating slightly as Rafayel grew limp in your arms.
“Let me take care of you?” You asked, smattering kisses on his tired face as his cock grew harder within you.
He gave a weak hum and nod, letting you slide out from under him, his cum leaking down your thighs as he watched while you opened the chest. You grabbed what you were looking for, hiding it to your chest and not letting him see just yet.
He lay on his front, watching you through half lidded eyes. You could imagine his tail curling up slightly in the way he sometimes let it when the two of you snuck away to sunbathe on the private beach.
You brought your bounty over and he sucked in a breath as you let a bottle of cum lube, a strapless flesh colored dildo with a cum tube attachment, and three small iridescent silicone eggs fall to the bed in front of him. Both of you had been fascinated by the shimmering pour and artistry of the eggs when you had been browsing online, but had not yet had a chance to use them.
“Yeah?” You asked as he looked at you with eager eyes, sitting up slightly. You weren’t prepared to go all night with him, having just gotten off work with no warning, but maybe this would sate him enough to cool his fever until morning. You certainly still had enough of your Hunter stamina to fuck him and fill him for now at least.
“Yeah,” he said in that breathless, boyish way of his, smiling and tilting his head, excitement coloring his voice.
“I think it’s my turn to ride you,” he said, thighs shining with the strange slickness that followed with Ebb Day. He grabbed the faux cock, sliding down on it swiftly, his own cock bobbing in front of you. You rubbed his hips, content to watch him.
“Are you sure you have the energy?” You teased and he scowled before throwing his head back and whimpering as you began stroking his cock. You planted your feet on the bed, thrusting up into him, clenching on the end that was inside of you.
He fell over you, kissing you with sweet moans and whimpers as the two of you rocked back and forth like the tide. You twisted your wrist on the upstroke just as you thrust deeply into Rafayel, causing him to cry out and spill over you, the sight and friction making you cum as well. You grabbed the syringe that led to the fake cum tube, pressing it down and filling him, your free hand pressing on his lower back to keep him close to you. He shuddered in your hold and you quickly pulled out, grabbing the first of the silicone eggs, smaller and more tapered than a golf ball. Before Rafayel could whine at the loss, you smeared some cum lube onto the egg, slipping it inside Rafayel.
He mewled, curled between your legs as you slid another in, pushing it deep inside with the cum already filling him. The final one slipped in and he panted, leaning against your neck, bright red.
“I guess it’s not so bad, being taken advantage of by a greedy human like you.”
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All I Wanted Was Cake But Now I'm Flirting With My Lover(s) in Another World!
Fandom: Love and Deepspace
Ships: 7 Different Routes- Undead King and Sword Ghost Xavier x MC, Angel! Rafayel x MC, Demon Lord! Sylus x MC, Werewolf! Caleb x MC, Cold Duke of the North! Zayne x MC, Reverse Harem, Poly (SnowCrow Bottom!Sylus, AppleFish Bottom! Rafayel)
Rating: Explicit
Wordcount: 11K
CW: Gender Neutral Reader for All Routes (First 5 NSFW), No use of Y/N
Canon typical violence, light kidnapping, light assassination attempts, NSFW with gender neutral genitalia description, sex magic, ritual sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, orgy
You can choose either of these routes or both and each are marked appropriately if you want to CTRL + F
Reverse Harem Route: The guys go one at a time, not watching but do see each other naked and are cool with sharing, knotting from Caleb, ghost sex from Xavier, tail play from Demon Sylus
Poly where the boyfriends are boyfriends: SnowCrow with Bottom Sylus, FishApple with Bottom Rafayel,
A/N:
All of the routes aside from the reverse harem/poly last route are SFW and completely isolated to focus on whatever love interest you choose! Read them all or only your favs, up to you. I wanted to do my own multibanner event that was set up similar to Catch-22 and the beach one with each man getting individual "days" while celebrating spooky season and my deep love for Otome Isekai media. I devour so much of it so I hope that you smile and recognize some of the frequent tropes I use.
For those of you who joined the game late, you absolutely have to look up the Blobbus, they are the best!
Events: FicWip's All Ships
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: Attacked by a Wanderer and pushed into a spatial anomaly, you suddenly find yourself as the villain in the Otome web comic you were reading that eerily similar to the men in your life. It's up to you to find a way back home while avoiding all the death flags! What route will you take?
All you wanted was cake! That was it! Delicious cake after a hard day of work to enjoy with the important men in your life.
Instead, you were pushed by a strange, truck-like Wanderer into a spatial anomaly and currently living in the new web comic you and Tara had become obsessed with, Zero Space Love. You had come across it one day while idly browsing, only to find all of the men in your life on the cover in some sort of fantastical reverse harem Otome. Sure, all the men in your life were famous and well known, but you still found it incredibly weird and started hate reading it, only to be drawn in by the plot and art. Their story of love that spanned eons touched you and when you had shown it to the guys, they had just given you a half smile and walked away, telling you to enjoy.
And now you were in the middle of the season one finale as the Villain, facing down the Saint who was supposed to be the main love interest. The ornate ballroom was the pride of the magical empire with everyone wearing the latest in high fashion. Including the Saint, who trembled on the ground below you, red wine blooming across their white uniform, everyone staring at you with disgust.
“How… how could you ruin this ball to bring all of the kingdoms together? Even if you are heir to the throne and the Great Dowager Empress Josephine favors you, this is too cruel and I will not stand for it. I only wanted to congratulate you on your upcoming engagement and thank you for inviting me. Now you push me and tell me to get out?” They said, tears in their bright blue eyes accentuated by their pink hair as everyone began to murmur and whisper.
You had been rooting for the Saint who seemed so kind and loving in the web comic, but now you were just annoyed, because they did not know anything.
While you may have been pushed into the Villain’s body, you knew they were not a villain, but secretly a victim the whole time, forced to suffer under the growing cult, NEVER’s, rule with terrible experiments for the good of the Empire. The love interests had all believed the saint when they would cry, seemingly never coming to the aid of the Villain, content to let things play out.
But you would not end up villain or victim. You were getting out of here and finding a way back home.
“I am deeply sorry for the trouble. I will remove myself then.” You said, bowing before fleeing the elaborate ballroom, praying no one followed you. The Villain was supposed to get engaged tonight, but as you looked on your ring finger, you saw no engagement ring.
Good, that would only complicate matters and you had your true love(s) to get home to instead of this mad fairytale.
You ripped off the ornamentation, being careful to avoid the jewels, wishing you had your gun or a weapon of some sort as you fled into the dark forest to the secret cottage the villain had built for themselves. Uncaring of the monsters that roamed about, you leapt over fallen logs and strange mushrooms until you found the quaint cottage.
Alright, step one, somehow make money to be able to flee the Empire if need be, and get away from the love interests. You weren’t a bad cook and you were craving the cake that had been ruined in this journey. Perhaps you could open a traveling food cart in disguise?
The reason NEVER had been tormenting the villain so was because they had a strange and intense magic that rivaled the Saint’s, said to unlock other worlds and call upon the Cosmos. NEVER has wanted to expand their reach into the realm of fairies and beyond and had been using the Villain to do so. The last panel you had read as you were getting the cake before the web comic went on a brief break seemed to indicate the Saint was somehow working with the strange leader of NEVER, but you had hoped that was just a plot twist to keep fans guessing over the break.
If the Saint was working with NEVER, you were in trouble.
Best to hide away from everyone while you figured things out. The villain had hidden some jewels away in the cottage, and you kept the ones you had on, so at least you could get supplies. You opened the door of the cottage, only to be taken aback as five dark shapes rolled towards you, hissing and gurgling.
Monsters? How did they get in here?
You raised your ridiculous glass boot to stomp them, only to halt as the moonlight revealed…. Blobbus?
Oh… was this the secret the author hinted at being in the cottage? They must have played the same mini game as you and fell in love with the Blobbus. You crouched down, holding out a hand to the Blobbus, all five of them bouncing forward to nuzzle your hand and you swallowed a squeal. They are even more cute off the screen and emanate a comforting warmth despite their jelly like skin.
“It’s just us now, huh?” You said before freezing as a dark shadow fell over you and you heard a familiar voice say “I wouldn’t be so sure about that!”
You stood to see…
The suit of armor cursed as the Dread Lich King of the Revenants of Sinderfell, looking for revenge against the empire who had destroyed his kingdom, his soul and body separated.
You stared in horror as the black armor that was lit with an unholy white flame raised its hand to attack you with a large black claymore. You raised your arms up to protect yourself, a glittery wave of the cosmos appearing to absorb the attack as the Blobbus all growled and pounced upon the armor.
The Dread Lich King of the Sindersfell Revenants howled in anger, attempting to pry off the Blobbus as he thrashed and you desperately looked around the cottage for a weapon. The Mad Tyrant he was known as, controlled and tamed only by the Saint.
But you knew the truth.
The body was a mere puppet of the lost prince’s desire for revenge. His true soul was stuck in a sword, buried deep in a forest of Forget-Me-Nots.
You had to find the sword, it was the only way.
You blinked as a swirling portal of stars appeared before you, leading to the forest.
“Come on!” You shouted to the Blobbus as you ran to the portal, the suit of armor roaring behind you, angry flaming blue eyes narrowing behind the slit of its helm.
⭐
You fell into the field of Forget-Me-Nots under the moonlight, the Blobbus bouncing on your back as the portal closed behind you and you breathed a sigh of relief. The Blobbus squeaked in concern, pressing around your face as you braced yourself to sit up.
“I’m fine. I’m fine.” You said before frowning as your stomach growled, the Blobbus imitating the sound and looking up at you with sad, wobbly eyes.
You had been camping enough times with Xavier that you could probably throw something together for everyone.
“Alright, alright, I’ll get some food and-” You started to say as a bright light appeared in front of you, dropping off a cardboard box from your favorite convenience store.
You hesitated before opening it, finding a portable gas stove, a pot, some rice, meat, broth, vegetables, and sauces. Huh… was the Villain really that powerful that they could summon items from your world? No wonder NEVER wanted them.
You set to work cooking up a hearty meal, dishing it into tiny to-go containers for the Blobbus who ate it up with enthusiasm, Starry Blobbu even going so far as to hop up and kiss your cheek repeatedly before nuzzling it and smearing a bit of rice on your cheek. You huffed a laugh, raising a bite to eat, only to feel a chill behind you.
That smells delicious. Let me have some.
You frowned, looking around as the eerie voice whispered in your ear, only to find no one there. But… you knew that voice. It was faint, slightly accented, but unmistakable.
“Xavier?” You called out, looking for the ghost of your lover.
You know my name? Perhaps you are the chosen one.
That was supposed to be the Saint, but fuck them, you needed to get home and if bringing soul and body together allowed you to do so, then so be it.
“Xavier, where are you?” You asked, getting up and looking around the clearing, stopping when you came to a gnarled, ancient tree. You stepped into the hole of the trunk, the Blobbus following you and hissing, as you came upon a faintly glowing sword embedded into a rock with swirls and sigils engraved in gold.
“There you are. I’ve missed you.” You said, walking up to the sword and stroking the hilt as the sword trembled and vibrated under your fingertips.
Then I have missed you as well, stranger. Free me.
You gripped the hilt and pulled the sword out of the stone easily, disappointed when there was no burst of magic or lights. You waved the sword around, practicing swishing it.
“Aren’t you going to come out? Don’t tell me you’re shy.” You teased. You heard a huff and in a flash of golden light, the ghostly form of Xavier appeared in front of you in a bow, his princely attire glowing as his long hair floated around him.
And honestly, even though his body had just tried to kill you, you were into it.
I am in your debt for freeing me and I will guard and protect you with my life.
“Good, because I desperately need to return home to my Xavier.” You said and this Xavier pouted as he stood, Starry Blobbu bouncing up and down in front of you, as if to block you from seeing him.
Very well then, I am in your hands.
⭐
May I try? Xavier asked, his ghostly form hovering next to you as you returned to eat. You frowned, chewing, and then swallowing.
“How will that work? Should I put it on the sword?” You asked and he made a face.
Please don’t. I feel unclean enough from being buried in the stone for so long.
“Then…” You said, watching in awe as he took your eating utensil and ate it himself, pouting when it phased through him.
Maybe your magic could…
You took back the eating utensil and concentrated, your fingers and the food glowing with starlight as you held it up to Xavier’s lips. He opened them, distracting you as he licked them before taking a bite of the food, his eyes widening as he began to glow.
This is incredible! You must stay. I will kill anyone who tries to take this you or this food.
You gave him a look as he stared at the Blobbus menacingly.
“You will not or I will throw the sword in the pond so that you get algae all over you and the fish peck at you.” You threatened, not really meaning it but enjoying how Xavier shuddered.
“Now behave and watch over me. I need to rest.” You said, moving so that your back was to the tree you found Xavier in, Xavier’s sword propped against your chest as you closed your eyes, the Blobbus fighting each other as they tried to settle in your lap.
You heard Xavier let out a hum as he floated near you and you slipped into sleep, knowing you would be safe.
⭐
You opened your eyes to sunlight breaking through the glade and the leaves of the trees, the Blobbus lightly snoring and squeaking on you. You rubbed your eyes, the sword still warm against your chest as you looked for Xavier’s ghost. You frowned and sniffed when you smelled something burning.
“Xavier! Are you alright?” You called out, scrambling to your feet, only to find the portable stove completely melted, along with the pot, Xavier’s ghost looking sheepish.
Sorry. I was trying to make you breakfast but this strange mechanism could not handle my powers.
You sighed, dragging a hand over your face. Some things never change. How well did this author know the men in your life? It made you nervous, but you had other things to deal with.
“Maybe there’s an inn nearby? We should be focusing on finding your body anyway.” You said as Xavier nodded and then smiled.
I will follow your lead then.
⭐
Well, you didn’t manage to find an inn, but you did find his body, only the body was once again trying to kill you! You held up the sword to block the attack from the suit of armor’s claymore, bracing yourself as your arms trembled and you were pushed through the forget-me-nots.
“Xavier! Do something!” You cried out as Xavier tried to go into the suit of armor, but to no avail.
Fuck, why weren’t they reuniting? Did you have to drive the sword through the suit of armor and pierce the heart? You darted forward, trying to drive the sword between the chinks in the suit of armor, only for your blood to run cold as the Saint stepped into the clearing, laughing while dark hooded figures surrounded you.
“Oh, well done! The ritual is nearly complete! All that is left is for you to die!” The Saint declared as NEVER began chanting.
“Now the cycle will be broken and I can be with my true love.” The Saint declared with a sickening smile as Xavier’s ghostly form reached out to you, crying.
But it was too late, the suit of armor grabbed Xavier’s sword from you and plunged it into your chest, wavyleaf sea lavender bursting from his chest as Xavier got sucked in, finally becoming whole.
Everything went dark as you heard him sobbing above you, desperately kissing your face, the Blobbus shrieking.
What a cruel ending.
⭐
“Hey! Hey! Wake up. Please… no, no…” You heard Xavier saying, rocking you as you opened your eyes to see the smashed cake around you and Linkon’s glittering lights. You cupped his cheek, noticing Xavier was in his Hunters’ uniform, Protocores littered about him.
“Xavier?” You asked, as awareness came to you and he pressed his head to yours.
“It’s me… don’t leave me again. I killed all the Wanderers when I got the call but you had already fallen into the spatial anomaly from the Deepspace Tunnel.” Xavier said in a soft, hoarse voice and you smiled, leaning up to kiss him.
“There you are. I promise I won’t leave you. Now let’s go home.” You said, clinging to him as he scooped you up, disappearing into starlight, safe in his arms.
A winged prince of a floating city high in the clouds with an enchanting voice that led people to their doom that you were meant to assassinate.
“You’re late with your commission.” Rafayel said, stepping into the cottage as you took him in. He looked like a fallen angel with deep purple wings that were nearly black, the tips constantly burning, golden chains and jewelry over his chest with shimmering arm bands and simple white pants that ballooned around his bare feet.
It was a trap. Not for you, but for him. The Villain had been ordered by the Dowager Empress to kill Rafayel, the angelic protector of the floating city of Romirro, a vast land high in the clouds, who had not yet been conquered by the empire. Rafayel’s beautiful voice and burning flames had slaughtered the last forces the Empire had sent and the Villain was blamed.
The Villain had heard Rafayel enjoyed beautiful things and offered to paint for him, which he agreed to. But it was only a ploy to lure him here and kill him.
“R-right.” You stuttered. You really didn’t want to kill any version of your lover, but what choice did you have? If you changed things in the story, did that mean you would be stuck here forever?
You went to the bedroom, hoping the canvas would be here and pulled it out. Well, at least it was beautiful. The painting depicted the Lemuria you had heard of, deep beneath the sea with swirling fishes surrounding it, a strange hue emanating from the heart of the city.
You brought it out, heart pounding when you saw the poisoned dagger behind the wood of the canvas.
“Well, is it to your liking?” You asked, admiring his long hair in the glow of the lamplight. He leaned in close, examining the canvas, his hair falling forward as you swallowed.
“This is pleasing… I think I’ll keep you.” Rafayel said and you screamed, the dagger falling to the floor as you tried to stab him, only to be swept up in his arms as he flew you up up and into the sky, only Artsy Blobbu clinging to you and biting at Rafayel.
🐟
Rafayel glared down at the Blobbu as you looked at him with wide eyes.
“Please don’t drop me. I won’t survive.” You said and his smile grew wicked as his eyes began to glow blue.
“Even though you tried to assassinate me? It would serve you right.” He purred and you winced.
“No… I think holding you hostage in my city is a far better idea. Shame you didn’t have a bodyguard.” He said and you groaned, missing your Rafayel.
“I’m sorry about that, truly, I just want to get home. I’m not from here, I’m from another world.” You pleaded, shivering as the air grew cold high up in the clouds.
You certainly hadn’t planned on being kidnapped!
“All the more reason for you to come with me then. I had planned on killing you so that NEVER could not use you as a small mercy for what you did in protecting my aunt, but now I wonder just what the Dowager Empress will do to get her grandchild back and finally leave my people be.” Rafayel said and you held Artsy Blobbu close.
You were never going home.
🐟
You stared in amazement as Rafayel set you down on his ornate bed, the marble palace floating in the clouds. Rafayel smirked.
“Better than a dungeon, yeah?” He asked with a boyish headtilt that reminded you so much of your Rafayel, your precious lover that you burst into tears, causing him to panic.
“I’m not going to do anything like that to you. You are a guest here and Aunt Talia would have my head. Just sleep here and don’t kill anyone, alright?” Rafayel said and you cried harder. Did Rafayel think you were dead? What was he doing right now? He already has terrible nightmares of you dying in his arms over and over again, and now he must be even more distraught. You had to get home to him.
“Your painting was nice! I was going to hang it in here! I can buy you a studio!” Rafayel said and you sniffled, realizing this prince had not experienced hardships other than the empire trying unsuccessfully to attack his kingdom.
“It’s not you. I just want to go home.” You sighed, wiping your tears as he grimaced, his wings fluttering awkwardly.
“That’s ridiculous, you could have everything you’ve ever wanted here, I promise. Stay.” Rafayel said and Artsy Blobbu squeaked as if in agreement, nuzzling into you.
“I can’t. My lover needs me.” You said and Rafayel sighed, softening at that admission.
“I suppose one of us should be happy.” Rafayel muttered, wings closing in around himself.
“There’s a phoenix in our tallest lighthouse. I will take you to see them tomorrow, so rest.” Rafayel said, looking so sad and distant that you couldn’t help but kiss his cheek in thanks. His ears turned red and he cleared his throat before flying out the balcony.
You settled into sleep, hoping this would be over soon.
🐟
Fire. Fire. Swallowing Romirro whole. You screamed as you watched the Saint unleash the great phoenix, its angry shriek engulfing the city below from where you stood on the balcony, desperately looking for Rafayel. The great steamships of the imperial fleet loomed in the sky above, casting shadows down on the screaming people.
“What did you do?” Rafayel screamed, spiraling towards you with his wings outstretched before bruising your shoulders with his grip.
“Nothing!” You screamed, pointing to the Saint who was laughing from the lighthouse, the cloaked figures of NEVER behind them. Rafayel snarled and began to sing, his unearthly voice echoing over Romirro. You watched over Rafayel’s shoulder as his wings came around you to shield you, as one by one the cloaked figures of NEVER jumped to their deaths under his command, his voice reaching a crescendo as the phoenix beat its fiery wings above you, rearing back to attack.
And Rafayel gave a weak smile as he tried to shove you away, but instead you twisted him behind you, taking the full brunt of the phoenix’s flames.You watched in horror as Rafayel shielded you with his wings from behind, the wings burned to cinders.
“This is my punishment. Goodbye.” Rafayel said as he began to burn, pushing you off the railing as you fell and fell and fell through the clouds and the howling air until…
🐟
“Cutie?!? Cutie, what happened? Why are you on the ground like this?” You heard Rafayel call, tires screeching as he rushed out of what must have been his car. You rolled over, making a face when your arm was covered in frosting from the exploded cake on the sidewalk, the spatial anomaly nowhere to be found. The strange Wanderer roared and Rafayel stood above you, stabbing it with a fiery dagger that had your heart seizing. A protocore finally dropped and Rafayel knelt, helping you up.
“It’s my time to be a bodyguard for my bodyguard, yeah?” Rafayel said, and you sobbed, kissing him frantically.
“Cutie, what’s wrong?” Rafayel asked, holding you tight and nuzzling into your neck.
“Take me home. I missed you.” You said and Rafayel kissed your head before helping you into the car.
As the lights of Linkon sped by, you knew you would have to tell Rafayel what happened, but you also knew you weren’t ever going to tease Rafayel about heights ever again.
The Demon Lord Count Stayrus, said to own a mysterious auction house that sold the best relics, for a price.
“There’s my spouse. Why did you run? I nearly didn’t recognize you without the mask.” The man said, stepping into the cottage as darkness clung to him.
Count Stayrus, the blood thirsty Demon Lord of Merchants and secretly renowned blacksmith. No one but the Saint dared to set foot in his domain despite the vast jewel mines he owned. The Saint had charmed and amused the Count so much that they had given them free reign to enter whenever they pleased.
“Spouse? I have never met you.” You said, backing into a corner, the Blobbus hissing around you. The Count gave an amused look at Fiend Blobbu before banishing them.
“How precious, Kitten. Did you think I wouldn’t see you in my auction house?” Sylus purred and you furrowed your brow. Only the Saint went to the auction house, you could barely leave the palace, only ever to escape to the nearby cottage. Did he think you were the Saint?
“You’re mistaken, I’m not the-” You tried to say before the darkness swirled around you and you were swept away.
🐦⬛
You looked around the grand banquet hall of the gothic castle you were now in and laughed to yourself before frowning. It was like your first meeting with your Sylus and you missed him dearly.
“What’s so funny, Sweetie?” The Count drawled, swirling a cup of red liquid you hoped was red wine, his fangs glinting in the candlelight.
“Nothing… why did you bring me here?” You asked and he drained the goblet before smirking, smoothing down his blood red vest.
“This is to be your home as well, why wouldn’t I bring you here? It’s a part of our bargain, after all. You had nothing to bid last time so you offered me your hand.” Sylus said and you raised a brow.
The Saint can’t be that stupid, right? If they renege on a marriage agreement, they would face the wrath of the Demon Lord. Unless they were going to kill him? If you killed him, could you get home? You weren’t even sure if this Demon King could die and you didn’t really want to find out.
You knew he had a rare jewel in his blade said to cut through the fabric of time and space for his demon horde… if you could get your hands on it… or perhaps there was something at the auction house the Villain had been trying to find, something rare and mystical to get you home.
“I see… then… as your future spouse, as a thank you for allowing me to stay here, let me cook a meal for you.” You offered and Sylus grinned.
“Alright, Sweetie, but if it doesn’t please me or if you try to poison me, well… I don’t think you will like the consequences.” Sylus said and you eyed him warily, wondering how much like your Sylus he was. You swallowed and nodded, following as he led you to a dark kitchen.
So much for trying to drug him and put him to sleep so you could explore.
You set about making his favorite meal as he followed you around the kitchen, curling around you while you stood at the stove, deglazing the pan.
“Mmm this scent is intoxicating.” He rumbled, nuzzling your head as you stirred a wooden spoon before searing the bloody steak.
“Are you not supposed to be a cruel and evil Demon Lord?” You asked as he purred, wrapping a thin tail with a spade at the end around your waist.
“Who says I’m not?” Sylus said and you rolled your eyes before plating the food.
“Well, dig in. You said the scent was intoxicating.” You said in a poor mockery of his voice. He laughed, several strands of his long hair escaping his ponytail as he did so.
“I meant you, Sweetie, but this looks appealing as well. How did you know it was my favorite?” Sylus asked before giving a loud, pleased moan at the first bite.
“Lucky guess. Glad you are enjoying it.” You said, Sylus nearly halfway through before pausing.
“If only you weren’t so naughty, I would have destroyed the Empire just to have you cook all my meals.” Sylus said with a sigh, his red eyes that were glowing a moment ago now seeing hazy.
“Naughty?! I didn’t do anything! You saw me making everything.” You exclaimed and he gave a tired hum, sinking into his arms, horns appearing on his head as the shadows writhed around him.
“Your desire for me was to sleep so you could snoop, and I am weak to your commands.” Sylus murmured and you watched, stunned as he fell asleep.
You had the demon lord in the palm of your hands, how delightful.
🐦⬛
You carefully crept around him, heading out into the main hallway of the gothic manor as lightning flashed. You didn’t know if this world had Luke or Kieran or even Mephisto, so you had to be careful and quiet.
If you were an all powerful sword, surely you would be in Sylus’ study. Perhaps on the wall. You ascended the grand staircase, deciding to turn left and walk down the narrow hall. You opened the first door, pleased when it opened up to a study overlooking a courtyard of roses and daturas. The embers in the black fireplace quietly crackled as you looked at the sword mounted above it. You stood on your tiptoes, only to freeze as you felt shadows slithering behind you and Sylus’ breath on your neck.
“You never said for how long I had to sleep, Sweetie, and now it is time for your punishment.” Sylus said and you barely had enough time to sleep before suddenly you were wrapped in a thick red blanket, completely confined and carried over to Sylus’ desk, being forced to sit in his lap.
“There, now you won’t be getting up to any trouble.” Sylus said as you squirmed in his lap. This was quite the punishment and you had enough! You wanted to get home.
“I need to go home.” You said and Sylus hummed, ignoring you as he lifted a few papers from his desk and looked them over.
“Don’t be silly, you are home.” Sylus said and you huffed.
“I’m not from this world.” You said and he hooked his chin on your head.
“That’s nice, Sweetie.” Sylus said and you let out a whine.
“I’m serious!” You said, threatening to bite him as he laughed.
“No, you’re adorable, but fine, I’ll play along. What do you do in this other world of yours?” Sylus asked and you huffed.
“I hunt Wanderers. Big monsters in a huge city.” You said and he put the papers down, wrapping his arms around you.
“And why would you want to return there when you have the world here?” Sylus asked and you huffed.
“My lover already spoils me and I want to return to him. That is my great desire. I will even enter into a contract with you if I need to. Don’t you have anything at the auction house that might return me?” You said and Sylus’ eyes began glowing as he looked down at you, searching before letting out a long sigh.
“Very well… a drop of your blood for the contract and I shall return you.” Sylus said, freeing you from the blanket and nearly letting you fall before wrapping you in shadows and transporting you to the basement, candelabra flickering to life around you.
🐦⬛
He pricked your finger with a sharp looking glittering gem that quickly absorbed your blood before you could hiss in pain. He pocketed the gem in his long coat before leading you over to an ornate mirror with a bow.
“Simply put both hands on the mirror and have your true desire in your heart. When it begins to ripple, fall through it and-” Sylus said, before clutching at his heart where a glowing arrow was now embedded.
You whipped around to see the Saint stepping out of a painting, another arrow notched as Sylus roared, the shadows exploding around him.
“Go!” He snarled to you and though you were conflicted, you nodded, thinking of Sylus and the base you sometimes called home. The mirror began to ripple but you let out a shriek of pain as you felt an arrow embed in your back before falling into the mirror and you lost consciousness.
🐦⬛
“Well, well, a lap full of you, Kitten. Just what I desired. How lucky am I?” Sylus whispered as you blinked up at him before looking around the familiar armory of the base and the leather couch you often napped on.
You sat up and kissed him in relief as he gave a muffled, surprised chuckle before kissing you back.
“What’s gotten into you?” He asked when you pulled back for air with a grin, thankful the spatial anomaly had deposited you here and Sylus did not destroy Linkon trying to avenge you.
“Nothing, I just found what I desire.”
The Commander of the Royal Sky Fleet, and secret Sky Pirate Captain, his mechanical wings whirring behind him as he fought the curse that led him to being taken in by the Dowager Empress.
You turned to see Caleb, who seemed to be in pain, the mechanical bronze steampunk esque wings he had built bent oddly and whirring loudly. He shouldered them off as he entered the cottage, his eyes turning a golden orange.
“Pips… you’ve got to come with me.” He said as you took a step back, Pilot Blobbu charging at him.
“No… you said you would kill me for what I had done to the Saint.” You said and he groaned in pain.
The last panel you had seen was of Caleb kneeling to the Saint and vowing to kill you in exchange for the cure for his curse. His curse that will be breaking free any moment now with the full moon overhead.
“You’ve got it all wrong. I would never hurt you. We’ve grown up together ever since the Dowager Empress took me in. All I’ve ever wanted was to protect you, but you’ve pushed me away. So I had to get stronger.” Caleb said, his long hair falling out of the military style bun he had it tied up in as he jerked oddly.
“Caleb, I know what you are, it’s okay.” You tried to soothe. You knew this Caleb hid the curse of his lycanthropy from the Villain, ashamed of it and only growing to separate them more and more with the lies.
“No! You can’t-I-” He howled before a shaft of moonlight peaked through the curtains and he exploded into fur and fang, dropping to all fours. The Blobbus formed a protective shield around you but you stepped around them, dropping to your knees as Caleb snarled.
“I won’t go. I won’t leave you.” You said, your heart aching for your Caleb and the time he left you. You reached out a hand and stared as a ring of cosmic light formed around Caleb’s neck and he shifted back into his more human form, wearing only tattered pants, a bushy brown wolf tail swishing behind him.
“It’s always been you, and this proves it. Run away with me. I wanted to fake your death so we can both be free and escape from-” Caleb said and you both froze as hooded figures entered the cottage with strange glowing spears.
NEVER.
You had to run.
🍎
Please work, please work, please work. You chanted, clawing at the air. There was a panel where the Villain was locked up in a dungeon, awaiting experimentation and managed to call on their cosmic powers, escaping into the portal they had clawed. You breathed a sigh of relief when the portal emerged and you dragged Caleb and the Blobbus through.
You frowned when you found that you were in a cave on a cliffside overlooking the sea, a hurricane swirling around you. Caleb pulled you back from the cavemouth as a tree crashed against it, the Blobbus recoiling in fear. You let him lead you deep within the cave and watched as he led you to another part of the cave that opened up to a large cavern.
In the cavern was a large, gleaming bronze steam ship you knew Caleb had built by hand and that only the Saint knew of. The Eden.
“It’s incredible, Caleb.” You said and he gave a pleased smile, crossing his arms over his chest, now bare of all his medals and military uniform.
“This was meant to take us to paradise… seems we may have to wait a while.” Caleb said, looking so upset and hateful of himself, like he could control the weather. Your heart twisted in your chest as you were reminded of your Caleb and you kissed him on the cheek before stroking his hair. He startled and gave you a narrow eyed look, wolf tail swishing as his long hair fell over his shoulders.
“I’m not your dog, Pips.” He muttered, the bridge of his nose turning pink and you gave him a sad smile.
“No, you’re not.” You said before Pilot Blobbu bounced up and down, imitating a dog with squeaky ‘woofs’ and growls.
“C’mon, let’s get some rest.” Caleb said, pulling you into the steamship and settling you in a cabin decorated with your favorite colors and the bed that felt tailor made for you. He tucked you in, kissing you on the forehead as he lingered by the door, watching as you rolled over and hid your face in the pillows.
How were you ever going to get back to your Caleb without breaking this one’s heart?
🍎
“No, you can’t, agh!” You heard Caleb scream outside your cabin door. You rushed out to see him contorting on the ground in pain, bound by golden chains as his beast form burst forth, the Saint standing above him.
“Silly Dog, you were just a pawn to get to the real prize.” The Saint cackled, turning their attention on you. The Blobbus all attacked The Saint and you fell to your knees trying to free Caleb.
“Go, save yourself. I’m sorry.” Caleb wheezed and you growled.
No, you were sorry. Sorry you let Caleb be manipulated and hurt. He was always protecting you and now it was your turn.
You raised a hand and a black pronged staff fell into your awaiting palm. You pointed it at the Saint who threw the Blobbus down the hall, screeching when they bounced back at them.
“Release him, now.” You spat, leveling the staff, now glowing with cosmic energy for a hyperbeam at the Saint. The Saint’s eyes widened.
“But… how? I’m supposed to be the chosen one! Not you! How dare you wield the Holy Relic of the Cosmos?” The Saint screeched and you grinned.
You didn’t care if this ruined the story by destroying The Saint. You couldn’t let this Caleb suffer any longer. You hoped your Caleb would understand.
🍎
The beam fired at The Saint, completely disintegrating them as they shrieked and wailed under the cosmic onslaught. The chains around Caleb disappeared and he reverted to his human form, missing his wolf tail as he looked at you in wonder, the cosmic collar around his neck twinkling out of existence.
You gave him a triumphant smile as he reached for you, before staggering back.
“No! No!” Caleb sobbed, rushing to grab you as you too began to disintegrate and turn to twinkling stardust. With the last of your strength you cupped his cheek and kissed him before you winked out of existence.
“It’s always been you.” You whispered.
🍎
“Pips? Pips!? What are you doing here? How did you get here? The alarms have been blaring for the past hour with a Deepspace Tunnel spatial anomaly appearing in Linkon and-” Caleb asked as he shot up from his couch in Skyhaven and pulled you close. You looked down at your shimmering fingertips before kissing him gently to silence him.
“I’m alright, but I would be even better if you made me some cake while I tell you all about it.” You said and he sighed, putting a large hand on your head and shaking it a bit.
“Okay, okay. I’ll always do anything for you.”
The Cold Duke of the North who gave up his heart for the power to protect his people against the demon horde, only to be cursed.
“I was rather hurt you ran out on our engagement considering you were the one to bring up the idea of a contract meeting in the first place. To think that this is our second meeting.” Zayne said from the doorway, his long hair spilling over his fur cloak as ice crept from his boots.
You winced. You weren’t sure why The Villain had entered a contract marriage with the so-called Cold Duke of the North other than to possibly escape, but you knew the Saint had declared it to be another manipulation of the Villain and was trying to end it. The North protected the Empire from the demons that dwelled beyond the mountains, and it was their sworn duty to defend, even at the sake of their reputation.
“My apologies, Dear Duke. Something came up.” You said with a bow as the Blobbus eyed Zayne.
“I see… do you still agree to this marriage then? In exchange for retrieving my emotions and ending the perpetual winter in the North, I will protect you and offer you safe harbor. Any money you earn in the meantime will be your own, of course.” He said and you nodded, holding out your hand.
He carefully slid off the glove, kissing your hand with a cold, disinterested look before sliding the engraved snowflake ring on your finger, a magical sapphire from his mines glittering brightly in the middle.
“Then let us be off. We have a long way to travel.” He said, gesturing to the horse drawn carriage waiting just outside.
You followed him, for what could go wrong?
❄️
Two days had passed and you had just crossed over the border into the North when your carriage was attacked by a winged demon. You held the Blobbus close to you as Zayne leapt out and brandished his giant claymore, Winter’s Wail, slicing through the demon.
“Look out!” You screamed, shooting stars out of your outstretched hand as another demon appeared and tried to gut Zayne, being blasted back by your attack after scratching down Zayne’s chest. Zayne quickly decapitated it before circling around the carriage, making sure there wasn’t another. When he had determined the perimeter was secure, he drew out a mana stone, throwing it into the snow so that a portal appeared. He guided the horse through the portal and you looked in awe at the estate before you.
“My apologies that I was not able to bring any men. They are… incapacitated.” Zayne said, nodding to the frozen ice sculptures around the estate that were once servants after he opened the carriage door. You gave him a sad smile of understanding, stepping out as the Blobbus bounced after you.
“I understand, and I will do everything in my power to lift this curse.” You vowed as he gave you a nod.
“Everything in the North is yours. I will leave you to it.” He said, walking stiffly away.
❄️
“Wait!” You called out, rushing to catch up to him. “If everything in the North is mine, then that means you too, dear husband, and you need to be attended to.”
“There is no need. I can do it myself.” He said, trying to brush you off. You huffed and missed your silly, busy doctor even more now.
“Nope, your spouse orders it.” You said as he nodded and relented, bringing you into the estate and his private study.
You carefully cleaned his scratches and wrapped his chest, giving him a kiss on the cheek when you were done.
“You were so brave, you deserve something sweet.” You said, getting up to go and find the kitchen.
“There is no need. I don’t feel any pain or emotions since the ritual took my heart and froze it.” Zayne said and your heart ached. You cupped his cheek, watching as a glimmer of warmth returned to his amber eyes before he blinked and it was gone.
Zayne had been tricked into the ritual for immeasurable power against the demonic hordes by a strange witch, dooming himself and his people when he was young. The Saint was supposed to be the one to find his frozen heart, having learned the location of it before the season finale.
Even if you ruined your chances of getting home by saving Zayne instead of the Saint saving him, you needed this poor man to have his heart returned and a life full of warmth and love again.
And you knew exactly how to get it to him.
❄️
You wanted it to be perfect for him and had spent all night after climbing the mountain peak to retrieve the glittering icicle that held his heart making Zayne’s favorite dessert. You had finished putting the final touches on it, the magical, nevermelting icicle in the middle when Zayne entered the kitchen.
“Ta-da!” You exclaimed, as he gave you a stoic look.
“I wondered where you went off to last night. This is it, then?” Zayne asked and you gave an excited nod.
“Yes! Eat it!” You said and Zayne gave you a dull look.
“I am supposed to eat my own heart? To lick it? That hardly seems sanitary.” Zayne said dryly and you snorted, missing your Zayne.
“What am I supposed to do? Stab you in the heart with it?” You said with a laugh and Zayne nodded. You looked at him with wide eyes. You didn’t want to do that!
“H-how do you know that’s the way?” You hedged and Zayne shrugged.
“Seems logical.” He said and you sighed, pulling the icicle out and wiping the frosting off.
“Here goes nothing.” You muttered, only for the windows of the kitchen to shatter as hordes of demons walked in, the Saint stepping over them.
“I’ll be taking that and The North will finally be mine!” The Saint said, reaching for the icicle. You shot off more shooting stars as the Blobbus charged forth and began attacking the Blobbus before plunging the icicle into Zayne’s chest. Zayne moaned as the icicle disappeared, clutching his chest in pain before rising.
A great crack echoed throughout the estate as he drew his claymore and drew you close to him. Hundreds of soldiers, frost still on their armor, came rushing into the grand kitchen as The Saint snarled and drew their bow. Your eyes widened and you pushed Zayne out of the way with a quick kiss, taking the hit.
“No!” Zayne roared as icicles shot up through the floor, impaling several demons and the Saint.
Tears dripped onto your face as he cradled you in his arms and you smiled, reaching up to wipe them away.
“Smile for me, Zayne. I bet you have the most beautiful smile.” You said as he trembled, rage and sorrow from long lost emotions rolling through him before he attempted to give you a soft, wobbly smile. You gave one of your own, sighing as you let the darkness overtake you.
❄️
“Darling, please wake up.” You could hear Zayne calling. You blinked under the harsh lighting of the hospital, sitting up in the bed as Zayne held your hand.
“Zayne?” You asked and he sighed in relief, kissing you and embracing you tightly.
“When they said you had appeared unconscious outside of a spatial anomaly and wouldn’t wake up for hours, I feared the worst.” He said, eyes glittering with distress. You smiled and kissed him, warming his cold hands between your own.
“I’m sorry. I know what will make this all better though.” You said, ripping off the wires, Zayne quickly helping you. He gave you an amused, indulgent smile.
“And what’s that?” Zayne asked and you grinned, swinging the hand you still held with his.
“Let’s go get cake!”
All of them had reason to hate you, so what were you supposed to do with this?
You stood, only to scream as the black cloaked figures descended on you. You fought them off as best as you could, but to no avail as they trapped you in golden bindings before rending you unconscious. The last thing you heard before you slipped into darkness were the cries of the Blobbus.
💗
You awoke to the sound of chanting, struggling against a stone altar under the starry sky as the cloaked figures surrounded you, the Blobbus in a glowing cage.
“Let me go!” You spat, pulling against the bindings and trying to summon the magic you knew the Villain had. Only, it was of no use. The cult had specially created these bindings for the Villain to suppress their power. You hated this body that wasn’t yours but you refused to die like this. You would get a happy ending, for both your sakes, and show the Villain they would not die alone.
You prayed that when you returned to your world, their soul would return to inhabit this body once more and they could live without fear.
Your struggles continued as someone in a white cloak with a strange black chalice stepped forward, the cloak falling back to reveal the Saint.
“Hush and be still. Your blood will open the gates to a new world. A new world for me to play in and conquer even more hearts.” The Saint crowed.
“I don’t think so.” Chorused your men, their weapons drawn and pointing at The Saint.
The Dread Lich King of the Revenants of Sinderfell pointed his sword at The Saint, the ghostly form of his princely self, Xavier, draped around the black armor and glaring.
The Winged Prince of Romiro, Rafayel, had his own flaming sword outstretched, mouth open to begin singing his deadly song.
The Demon Lord Count Stayrus simply smirked and bared his teeth, leaning on his large black sword, a large rare gem the color of blood glinting in the middle, ready to rip open the ground upon which they stood to unleash his demonic hordes.
The large brown wolf towered above them, growling with a bronze sword in its mouth.
The Cold Duke of the North drew his giant claymore, Winter’s Wail, ready to slice down the Saint.
“Why are you all here? To see me rid this evil?” The Saint sneered. “I have no use of you anymore. Unless it’s for pleasure, I suppose. It was quite easy to capture your hearts and spread all these lies about this poor, sweet, Villain. And you all fell for it so easily.”
“The only evil I see here is you.” Xavier said as Rafayel began to sing, the cult of NEVER falling to their knees and wailing in agony, bleeding from every orifice.
“We’re here for them.” Sylus said, dragging his sword into the dirt and creating a great chasm in which demons crawled out and began to chase after the cult members who tried to flee.
Caleb, lunged at The Saint, pinning them down with the sword pressed to their throat as Zayne slowly walked over.
“I don’t understand! The Goddess told me to-” The Saint shrieked as Zayne brought the claymore down on their head.
“We make our own destiny.” Zayne simply said as you looked at them in awe.
“You all came… you care for me?” You asked, tears dripping down your chin as they approached, Caleb shifting back into a man with a grin.
“Of course, Pips. You’re our one true love.” Caleb said as he undid the binding around you before kissing you. You moaned into the kiss before laughing as Caleb was pulled away and replaced by Rafayel.
“You kept my kingdom still floating. Of course I would come for you, Cutie.” Rafayel said, his wings enveloping you until he let out an undignified squawk, being pulled back by Xavier. Xavier’s dark helm pressed against your lips clumsily until Xavier’s cool, ghostly lips lightly pressed against your own.
“You brought me back to myself. I love you and will be forever devoted to you.” Xavier whispered and you shivered.
“Move.” Sylus said, his shadows shooting out and pulling Xavier away. His wicked spade tail curled around one of your legs as he kissed you and you melted.
“I will always find you, Sweetie.” Sylus said and you moaned.
You watched with some amusement as Zayne nudged Sylus out of the way with his claymore before pressing his cool lips to yours.
“Darling, you gave me my heart. Of course I care.” Zayne said and you felt yourself glowing with the power of the cosmos, shimmering brightly with the power of their love.
“Thank you all for saving me, and know that I truly love you.” You said, closing your eyes and tilting your head up to the sky.
You were ready to go home, you had to!
You frowned when after a long moment, nothing happened.
“I don’t suppose any of you know how to send me home without dying…” You said, knowing these five men would not let you die.
“Oh… I have an idea…” Sylus said, straightening after reading the inscription on the stone you were bound to.
At this point, you were open to anything, and you meant anything.
⭐🐟🐦⬛🍎❄️❌💖 REVERSE HAREM ROUTE💖❌❄️🍎🐦⬛🐟⭐
“Why should we try your idea, Demon?” Xavier spat as Sylus chuckled.
“You’re one to talk, Revenant, although I think you will like this idea. We simply need to fill them with our love to send them home. The inscription describes a sex ritual to open the gate, not a blood ritual. Stupid little Saint.” Sylus tutted and you squirmed under their hungry gazes, growing wet and beginning to throb.
Caleb’s nostrils flared and he pulled you to him.
“You like that idea, don’t you? Naughty Pip. How shall we decide who gets you first?” Caleb whispered in your ear.
“Trial by combat? First to bleed loses?” Zayne suggested dryly and you sighed while Rafayel smirked, wings spread wide with his arms crossed.
“Why not let them choose first?” He suggested and now you were squirming for a different reason. Your lovers in your world knew you had other lovers among them, being on somewhat friendly terms with one another to have a schedule and a secret group chat you only just found out about, but with how dangerous these versions of your lovers were and given the genre…
“I can’t possibly choose, so wait here.” You said, darting off into the surrounding woods to find a bunch of sticks, snapping them off until you had five of varying lengths. You raced back to them, holding them in your hand so that they all looked even.
“We’ll go in order from shortest stick to longest.” You said, praying you could last five rounds. Maybe the author also secretly created lewd web comics and gave the Villain sex magic?
Zayne smirked as he drew the shortest, taking off his fur cloak and leading you away from the altar and what had occurred to a soft patch of flowers as the rest argued amongst themselves. He lay the cloak down, carefully pressing you down on it as he began kissing and undressing you.
“I had hoped to do this on our true wedding night at the estate.” Zayne said and you moaned as he nipped and sucked at your nipples. You gasped as you felt the cosmic power rush through you, opening you and preparing you as you shimmered like starlight.
“Exquisite. You are simply exquisite, Darling. The sweetest treat.” Zayne murmured, kissing down your stomach to your needy center. You moaned loudly as he put his mouth on you, wrapping your legs around his head and bucking into him.
“Zayne! Zayne please! I’m ready! I need relief!” You cried out, the power surging through you as everything began to grow hazy. He groaned, pulling his cock out of his slacks, stroking it roughly and smearing his precum down his shaft.
“Patience, Darling.” Zayne said, his long hair falling over you as he kissed you before making an intrigued noise as he pulled your hole open with a gloved thumb, a shimmering, stardust flecked liquid escaping.
“That damn Demon might be right.” Zayne muttered before gently pushing into you. You clung to him, the cloak cushioning you as Zayne rocked into you slowly. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you curled your toes in the air, Zayne hitting deep within you with long, sure strokes. As he put his hand on you, you cried out, cumming harshly. He followed soon after, pressing his face into your chest and emptying into you.
The two of you panted, enjoying the press of your bodies together before Caleb interrupted with a clearing of his throat.
“If you’re done, Duke.” Caleb said with a teasing grin. Zayne grumbled and pressed a kiss to your lips before pulling out and standing, eyeing Caleb who stood naked before him, cock already hard and raised. You gulped when you saw the slight swell at the base, growing excited.
“I love you, and I hope that this body remembers, no matter the soul.” Zayne said before walking off. Caleb grinned, crawling over to you eagerly. He leaned down to kiss you, rolling you so that you were on top of him. He grinned up to you, pulling you up to sit on his face as he licked Zayne’s spend that had dripped out. You moaned and squirmed.
“Caleb, please.” You pleaded in a needy voice.
“Okay, okay. I’ve got you.” Caleb soothed moving you so that you were now hovering above his cock. “I’ll take care of you, just enjoy the ride.”
You cried out as you sank down on his cock and he pushed up into you. You braced yourself on his abdomen whimpering as he fucked up into you. Over and over again he thrust into you, his clever, calloused fingers working against you until you were cumming with a scream and collapsing on his chest. He held you close, pushing in a final time before spilling into you, the base of his cock swelling and popping past your rim, deep inside of you.
You moaned, twitching and fluttering weakly around the knot.
“That was incredible. You’re incredible. I love you, and I hope some part of you stays.” Caleb said as his knot began to deflate. He kissed your head as he slipped out, Xavier’s shadow looming overhead.
Caleb growled at the suit of armor before leaving and you looked up at Xavier’s ghostly form. Xavier gave a soft smile and guided you so that you were kneeling over the suit of armor who laid down. You shivered, you could feel his touch, but it felt chilly and slightly tingly.
“We have a special connection and I would be honored if you blessed my armor.” Xavier whispered in your ear as he entered you from behind. He bent over you, arms wrapped around your waist as he pounded into you and pressed tingling kisses to your spine. His cock tingled inside of you, sending electric jolts of pleasure deep into your core. The suit of armor kept you from falling completely over and you wailed as Xavier’s fingers worked against you, causing you to leak all over the armor.
“Thank you for the blessing, Starlight. May I always be guided home to you.” Xavier said, kissing you.
“How touching, now move your now sentient cheap armor and your ghostly ass.” Sylus said and Xavier glared, his ghostly self now becoming corporeal but less powerful. He shoved Sylus after he pulled out of you and the suit of armor shoulderchecked Sylus before walking off as well.
Sylus sat on the cloak, shadows melting away his clothes as he pulled you into his lap. He softly bonked his head with yours and you laughed, nuzzling him and letting him kiss you.
“I hate when you’re away from me.” Sylus admitted, tail curling around your waist.
“I know.” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him as his tail guided you onto his cock. You bounced up and down on it, squealing when Sylus’ tail flicked maddeningly against the throbbing between your legs.
“Sylus!” You screamed at a particularly deep thrust.
“That’s it, scream my name.” Sylus grunted, spilling into you as you dug your fingers into his back, bucking wildly and cumming with stars behind your eyes.
You slumped in his hold, exhausted but happy.
“I will find you and them in every life. I am in the hands of the most powerful cosmic being.” Sylus said as the tips of Rafayel’s wings grazed your cheek.
“Don’t tell me you’re too tired, Cutie.” Rafayel teased and you gave him a wide smile as Sylus grumbled but disappeared into the shadows.
“Never for you.” You said as Rafayel kissed you behind laying on his side, guiding you to lay on his down feathers as he spooned you from behind. His other wing cocooned you both as he slid into you, whispering your praises and rocking gently into you with a song that had you feeling like all of your nerve endings were electrified in the best possible way. His light humming grew as he worked you over and you mewled as you came, shaking in his hold. His wing that had been draped over you snapped upwards, feathers outstretched as a few broke free with flaming tips, swirling gently around you as he spilled into you.
His song ended and you felt so loved and cherished that tears sprung to your eyes.
“Sleep, Beloved.” Rafayel said, pulling out of you. You blinked wearily as The Blobbus circled around you beginning to glow in a kaleidoscope of swirling colors that glowing so brightly you had to close them.
💖⭐🐟🐦⬛🍎❄️💖 POLY ROUTE💖❄️🍎🐦⬛🐟⭐💖
Before Sylus could explain what he meant, the Blobbus burst from their cage, each strangely glowing. You watched as each Blobbu attacked the man they were inspired by, getting absorbed into their chests. Your heart pounded, hoping they were alright.
“Damn Deepspace Tunnel.” Caleb muttered and you blinked. How did they know about the Deepspace Tunnel?
“Indeed. When we realized they had gone through the spatial anomaly, I was not expecting to be stuck in a Blobbu.” Zayne muttered, looking at himself.
Xavier’s ghostly form became corporeal and the suit of armor fell apart to the ground, Xavier giving a long, haunted look.
“That web comic you showed us has gone too far.” Xavier muttered.
Rafayel gave a conflicted look to his wings, and you knew, these were your true lovers. They have always been so sure of themselves and each other, trusting each other with you and themselves. Loving each other and you in a bond that transcended time and space.
“At least we have a fun way for getting back home. A sex ritual. What do you say, Doctor? This body has quite the memories of you subduing his demon, Duke of the North.” Sylus said kissing you before walking over to Zayne and wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Zayne hummed, turning to kiss him.
“You created quite the bargain for him, Demon Lord. “ Zayne said, beckoning you over and kissing you.
“An orgy? It’s been a while.” Rafayel muttered thoughtfully, coming over to kiss you before turning to Caleb.
“Did you get his memories of visiting my castle in the clouds?” Rafayel asked as Caleb sauntered over, kissing you before kissing Rafayel.
“Sure did. You were quite the host. We should recreate those sky dates later.” Caleb said and Rafayel made a face as you laughed and went over to Xavier, cupping his now solid face and kissing him.
“What do you say, My King? Just you and I?” You said, as he gave you a soft smile.
“I’d like that. These memories…” Xavier said with a shudder and you kissed him again before leading him away to a moonlit grove on a bed of flowers. You pressed him down, kissing over his face and rubbing against his cock.
He looked up at you with a twinkle in his eyes as cosmic power surged through you, causing you to glow slightly as you began to throb. Glowing orbs rose up in the grove, the sounds of pleasure echoing around you. You watched as Sylus knelt, Zayne fisting his long hair and dragging him up and down his cock while Caleb and Rafayel curled around each other trading kisses and strokes of their cocks. Seeing your lovers enjoying each other never failed to give you pleasure and you squirmed as Xavier began to touch and kiss you. You sank down on his cock, a burst of galaxy flecked waves emanating from you and pulsing through the grove. Rafayel and Sylus cried out on either side of you, squeezing your hands as they sank down onto Caleb and Zayne’s cocks respectively. You traded kisses with them as Xavier pistoned up into you and you bounced frantically on his cock the strange power growing in your chest. You watched as Xavier traded kisses with Zayne and Caleb until you were all a symphony of pleasure glowing brighter and brighter as you reached your peak until you had to close your eyes, the power bursting from you.
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And the next time you opened your eyes, it was to the concerned faces of your lovers, Linkon’s lights behind them.
You let them help you up, kissing each of them and convincing them you were truly alright, but all you want was cake right now and they can buy out the whole restaurant for all you care, but you were getting some cake.
And also eagerly awaiting the next season for the web comic, hoping everyone got their happy ending.
A/N:
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CW: No pronouns used, Gender Neutral genitalia , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Aventurine, Friends With Benefits, Soft Fluffy PWP, Friends to Lovers, Singer! Reader
Events: Straptember
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: When you go to Penacony with Aventurine, you weren't expecting to find a certain object in the back alley of the Dreamscape, nor were you expecting Aventurine to throw a game of cards just to play with it.
It was meant to be a friendly wager. One that did not have your dearest friend offering up his life, yet it had turned into something so much more.
You often accompanied him on work trips to dazzle guests with your voice. You were no Robin, nor did you desire to be anything like her, wanting to be free, but your performances were still captivating enough that Aventurine was able to seal quite a few deals during your shows and avoid potential danger, as you would point out who had weapons on them while dancing about the stage. When he asked you to come to Penacony with him, how could you refuse?
The night had been like any other and as you retired to his hotel room that he had booked for the two of you, you noticed tension in his shoulders and his smile more of a brittle imitation than usual. You knew he was meeting with Dr. Ratio tomorrow and Mr. Sunday for some very important business, so what better way to get his mind off of things than testing out your new toy and a game?
“How about a card game?” You suggested, getting out a deck he had gifted you with a beautiful inlay and gold lamination, spreading it on the small table in front of you in the hotel room. He chuckled and leaned in.
“Sure. What are you betting?” He asked with a slow drawl as he got more comfortable in his chair.
“If I win, you submit to me and let me test out my new toy. I promise I will be gentle. If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me for a day of your choosing.” You sang as his neon eyes sharpened with curiosity.
“I wondered what you got in the Golden Hour you were so giddy about and where you had disappeared to in that back alley. Never would have thought The Family would have such merchandise floating around. Jade will be interested in the implications.” He said and you shrugged.
It might not have been completely legal, but it definitely called to you with its beautiful golden splendor and sleek design.
“So, are you in? Don’t tell me you are afraid of a friendly wager now, Golden Boy.” You said and he grinned, leaning back in his chair.
“And what if I win and make you sing for me all day, hmmm?” He teased and you laughed.
“I would do that anyway, silly, for my best and favorite patron.” You said, giddy and elated as he took the deck from you, shuffling it and dealing out the cards. The two of you played an old, complicated game Aventurine had once taught you when you first became friends and when all was said and done, you finally won.
You narrowed your eyes slightly at him as he shrugged and showed his losing hand, wondering if he had thrown the game and what exactly that could mean for the two of you and how the night would go. You watched as he stood and took off his prized jacket, carefully folding it and laying it atop the dresser before he sat on the edge of the shell and crossed his legs, giving you an indulgent smirk.
“Well? I’m waiting.” He drawled and although you were a little suspicious, you were also very, very excited.
Not only would you get to try your new toy and have some fun, hopefully while spoiling and pampering Aventurine in a way he hardly ever allowed, you could also give him a distraction and peace of mind for what was to come tomorrow. It was a rare occasion when he let down his guard even slightly, no matter how close the two of you were, and you intended to make the most of every moment.
You practically skipped over to your bag, pulling out the object you had spent far too many credits on in both acquiring and bringing out of the Dreamscape. You wondered if you could convince Aventurine to get a memory record of this night as you presented it to him with a ‘ta-da!’ and he gave it an appreciative hum. Doubt began to creep in as he showed no hint of his true desire behind his alluring neon eyes.
Was this simply holding up his end of the wager? Were you another deal he would have to detach himself from? He never mentioned his past, but you do not become a Stoneheart without great achievements and ambitions.
He huffed a bit with a fond smile as he stood and tapped your nose before drawing you into a kiss, causing you to squeak. You had of course kissed each other a few times when you were both drunk and safe in a room, but now?
You melted a bit, looking at him in a daze as he gave a pleased smile.
“I promise I am quite eager to test your new toy as well, so stop thinking so much. I wouldn’t have thrown the game otherwise.” He said and you gave him a look, holding up a finger.
“I knew it!” You crowed as he laughed and kissed your neck, slowly removing your clothes.
“I found this to be a far better prize.” He said simply, holding you close as he walked backwards and took his place on the shell once more, regarding you with a fond expression. You wish this stupid hotel room had a better bed to lay him on rather than this dream contraption, but you certainly weren’t going to take him on the floor. You knelt, removing his clothes and smattering him with kisses and soft touches as you did until he was bare before you. He reminded you of an old oil painting you once saw on a far away planet of a goddess and a sea shell, although he was far more beautiful.
And he was yours for the night.
You knelt between his legs, sucking his cock into your mouth as you looked up at him through your lashes, dipping your fingers into the strange thick not quite waters of the Dream Pool. His legs rested on your shoulders as he moaned and lifted his hips up so that you could slip a finger into his hole, stretching him and looking for any signs of discomfort, he squirmed and groaned loudly with what you hoped was sincere approval and you added a second, crooking your fingers. He gasped as you pressed against a bundle of nerves deep within him and his cock twitched in your mouth as you pumped them in an out, pressing against that spot each time. You added a third and his thighs quivered around your head.
“I… thought you wanted to test your new toy.” He panted and you pulled off his cock with a wet pop, taking in his nearly glowing eyes and heaving chest. Really, the cutout on his shirt was such a tease and even if you could not get a recording of this night, you would burn it into your memory forever, the image of Aventurine flustered and needy all because of you.
“You’re usually so patient, waiting for the pay off, I take it you are enjoying yourself?” You asked as you stroked his cock with your free hand, cheek to his thigh as he gave a raspy laugh.
“Yes, I am. I promise. Now about the jackpot…” He said with a wicked smile before mewling as you crooked your fingers in him and held them against that spongy spot.
“Good boy.” You said, pleased when he shuddered at your praise.
You found you could not wait any longer, already throbbing, your core burning. You stood, pressing the base of the golden cock to your center and whimpering in pleasure when it attached itself to you with hundreds of tiny mechanical receptors. It pulsed and hummed, jutting forward as the ridges flared out slightly and gave a mechanical hiss, revealing the glowing aventurine light beneath that had drawn you to it in the first place. The tip leaked an iridescent slickness that you rubbed down the rest of the shaft, gasping when it felt like you were stroking a real cock.
Okay, this was definitely more than worth the obscene amount of credits you spent on it and if anyone tried to take it from you, you were going to fight them, The Family be damned. Aventurine’s gaze sharpened and he spread his legs wider, inviting you in as he leaned back on his elbows in the water. You strode forward, putting his legs around your hips as you guided the cockhead in, breath hitching as the head of the dildo breach his rim and he tightened.
Fuck. Don’t come. Don’t come. Don’t come.
You pressed forward as his mouth opened, his eyes widening until you were hilted. You leaned down, sharing a ragged breath with him before kissing him wildly as he fluttered around the faux cock. You pulled back, both of you whimpering at the dragging sensation before pushing back in, trying to find that bundle of nerves again. It took you a few tries as you stroked his cock and angled your hips this way and that but you gave a triumphant grin when you found it and he arched his back, throwing his head back with a cry. You kissed his neck, whispering praises against his skin as you continued pumping into him, beginning to lose yourself to the pleasure and beautiful sight of him unraveling in your arms. You flicked your wrist on the upstroke of his cock as you pressed deep within him, swiveling your hips and he trembled, cumming all around you and on his chest. Your hips became erratic as his fluttering heat and whispered encouragement in your ears became too much and you came, jerking forward as you knocked him into the water with a splash, cradling his head and kissing him.
You pulled out slowly but he refused to let go of your neck, kissing you tenderly again before grinning.
“Come on now. Another round. On the house.” He said with a wink and you let out an incredulous laugh.
What did the two of you need sleep for tonight anyway?
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CW: No MC pronouns used, Gender Neutral genitalia , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Lucifer, Witchy Reader, Sex Shop Owner Reader
Events: Straptember
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: You are a witch who accidentally summons Lucifer into your workshop and there's only one way to send him back.
You blinked, dildo in one hand and paintbrush in the other as you took in the being before you ringed in hellfire.
Shit. You must be more drunk than you thought. This could not be any mere incubus. Certainly not any you had summoned before from the ring of Lust to trade tips with, nor was he an imp you sometimes helped out. No, this being was far more regal.
He gave you a long look, hands curled over his cane until he brightened with excitement when he saw what you were working on.
“Are those ducks?!?” he said, making a move to exit the summoning circle, only to snarl when he was held back. You hastily bent down to scrape at the edges of the circle, praying the demon did not kill you when he was released. But with the reaction to the ducks, maybe there was hope.
He stepped out of the circle, making a face as he grabbed the object in your hand to examine it more closely.
“How did you get them into the silicone?” He asked and you grinned, these were some of your favorite types of pours.
“It’s an inclusion pour, I get these little teeny tiny ones and add them in while I’m pouring. Completely body safe! This is just a test for myself. I was thinking of making either a bath time or circus themed collection.” You explained and his strange eyes flashed with delight as he smirked.
“Go with a circus themed. I am curious what you would come up with for the ringleader.” He drawled and you tilted your head, the alcohol leaving you as you realized who was before you.
The imps had whispered of a ringleader in Hell… And the being before you had a tophat with a golden snake and apple. That could only mean one thing.
“Lucifer.” You breathed as he bowed.
“In the flesh. Now tell me how you managed to summon me, and where I am.” He said imperiously and you swallowed.
“I… I’m not sure how I summoned you. I meant to summon someone from the Lust Ring. I have dealings with them and I wanted to show my newest creation off. As for where you are, you are in my workshop. I own a store or rather, a boutique, you see, called Sinful Delights.” You stuttered as he looked around, picking up some of your recently poured molds and examining harnesses.
He gave a weary sigh.
“I wondered when Ozzy had invited me for drinks out of the blue…” He muttered.
“Send me back.” He said and you grew even more nervous.
“I don’t know how? Everyone else just leaves when they are summoned, My Lord.” You said and he growled.
“I am going to kill him when I return. He and Bee meddle too much.” Lucifer said before prowling up to you.
“Fuck me, then.” He said with a smirk and you choked on your spit.
You were so down and ready but was this truly the king of Hell?!? Was he always like this? The others in your coven were never going to believe this.
“Unless you are too afraid. Here I thought you were a well prepared expert.” He drawled, gesturing around your workshop with your gadgets and gizmos a plenty. And by that you mean your lovingly handcrafted dildos, grinders, strokers and just about anything else you could make out of silicone and leather.
Well… he was asking for it.
Who knew the devil could be a little brat?
You brandished the glow in the dark ducky dildo at him with a grin.
“And where would you like me to fuck you, My Lord?” You purred and his grin widened, showing sharp teeth and half lidded eyes.
“I suppose your bed will do.” He said and you led him to your bedroom, pushing him down gently as he cocked his head and gave you an odd, long look.
“What? Did I do something wrong? If there is something you don’t like, please tell me.” You stressed, sitting back on your heels and not touching him. Did you accidentally step on his invisible tail or something?
You shook his head and gave you a lazy smile that did not meet his half lidded eyes.
“It’s nothing.” He said and you crossed your arms.
“It’s not nothing to me, I want my partners to be happy. I know it’s not the most orthodox of methods having you in my bed like this, but I still want it to be pleasurable and fun for you.” You said and he softened, squirming a bit.
“I just… I have not been treated with respect and kindness from humans in a very long while. Most in your position would already be abusing their power and lording it over me.” He finally admitted and you exhaled, cupping his cheek.
“It might not mean much, but I promise not to hurt you. I will even bind my magic to this promise so that if I violate it, you may take my magic.” You said, wrist briefly glowing with the power of your words and the runes tattooed there.
He looked at you with wide eyes and you yelped as you felt something coil around your waist, bringing you closer to him as he smirked and kissed you. You moaned around his sinful, clever tongue, rolling against his erection as he burned both of your clothes away, his wings spread out on your bed and devilish horns upon his head.
You felt even more heat and excitement pooling in your gut as you took him in with wide eyes as he stared at you curiously.
“Like what you see?” He teased and you nodded, dumbfounded to have the devil in your bed like this.
“Good, I expect you to take good care of me then and send me off with a bang.” He said, seeming to marvel at the fact you did not seem scared of him in the slightest. You weren’t sure what to say in reply, so you kissed him again, stroking his cock and thumbing the slick, tapered head. He rumbled impatiently and you pulled back, breathless.
“You’re so beautiful.” You said watching as a flurry of emotions passed through his eyes making you want to push things further. “You’re going to be such a good boy. So perfect.”
The praise seemed to have the intended effect as he shuddered and whined, his wings flapping against the bed a bit as his tail wrapping around your thigh. You leaned over to your nightstand to grab some lubricant, only to feel a tingling sensation against your pelvis. You looked down to see a brilliant red harness settled around your hips, the dildo shining and in place against you. You pouted. You wanted to take your time opening him up as he smirked at you with a snap of his fingers, golden sparkles emerging from the tips in a shower.
“No need.” He said, wrapping his legs around your hips and pulling you down as you huffed.
“Neat trick but patience is a virtue.” You cooed and he snorted.
“Good thing I have none of those. You should go back to praising me instead of saying silly things.” Lucifer said and you hummed as you pushed the dildo into him carefully, watching for any signs of discomfort and finding none on the embodiment of Pride.
He took you to the hilt and you rubbed his hips.
“Look at you, taking me so well and so powerful even though you are not in your domain.” You said as he lit up and settled more against the mountain of pillows you had on your bed as if it were a throne.
Perhaps it was because you were a witch with dealings from Hell and your place was steeped in Hell Magic or perhaps it was because he was simply that powerful, but you found you didn’t really care as you tilted your hips and made him cry out, arching beautifully.
“Fuck, Gorgeous! Won’t you sing for me? Pretty please?” You mumbled, kissing where you could on him as he writhed and moaned, bucking against you. You stroked his cock, determined to give your very best to him, only to cry out yourself as his strange tail lapped against you in long, broad strokes that had you squirming. His talons gently thumbed your nipples as the base of the dildo thrummed against you and you growled, determined to make him cum first which made his eyes glow with delight. You hosted him onto your hips, stroking his cock more and cupping his face.
“Can I touch your wings? I promise I will be gentle.” You panted as you squirmed against his tail and pounded into him. He gave a slow nod and ever so gently, you rubbed along the bone of one of the wings as you stroked and pounded into him and he was gasping, giving you a slightly panicked look as he came violently, warm in your hands and nearly blinding in his brilliance. He shook as you held him and kissed his head while his tail worked you to completion as you trembled and gave a wordless cry.
Exhausted and head swimming from the earlier alcohol you laid down as he sat up, shifting to how you first saw him and giving you a warm smile. You watched through fluttering eyes, wondering what kind of magic he had worked on you as he covered you with your blankets before pocketing the dildo and disappearing in a flash.
You nearly let sleep claim you, chalking it up to a weird dream, until a piece of paper fluttered down on your face. You held up the paper, written on the back of a carnival ticket and smiled.
Next time, call me and forget Oz’s underlings.
I look forward to your Ringmaster piece.
-Lucifer Morningstar
Well now, you can’t just refuse the King of Hell.
A/N: A little late but happy second season trailer drop! I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me if you enjoyed it in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated.
CW: No MC pronouns used, Gender Neutral genitalia , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Rafayel, Bottom Sylus Established CrowFish, Ovi, Oral, Dragon Hybrid! Sylus, Lemurian God Rafayel, Pirate Captain Reader
Events: Straptember
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Prequel - Yo Ho!
Preview: Sylus has been acting strangely on your ship and whisks you away to a secret cave to take care of his problem.
“He’s like a brooding chicken guarding his eggs.” You commented, arms crossed as you watched the draconic wanderer turned man full on hiss at Zayne who had knocked on his cabin door, offering a tray full of food.
Beside you, Rafayel snorted.
“No. That will be me soon, guarding our eggs. He is just in a rut. I recommend we make shore soon, Captain, as he is quite literally clawing the walls.” Rafayel said with a grin as your eyes widened when you heard Sylus’ talons indeed scraping against the wooden hull of your ship.
“Oi! Don’t sink us you brooding bastard!” You called, rolling your eyes at his answering growl.
“I wouldn’t let you drown, Captain Cutie.” Rafayel said, pulling you close and kissing the side of your head just under your hat.
“How gracious. I’m sure you would not extend the same courtesy to your other shipmates.” You drawled and Rafayel shrugged and went to go to the cabin.
“Join us soon, yeah?” He asked with a boyish grin as you let out a sigh.
A dragon in a rut, on your ship?
What was your life?
At least this explained all the missing blankets and pillows from your room, and why every single shining thing had made its way into Sylus’ room, aside from Caleb’s metallic arm (not for lack of trying though).
You made your way up to the bow of the ship to address the rest of your crew.
“When we dock at Port Linkon tomorrow, I need you all to stay ashore for a few days. Captain’s orders. I will be fine.” You said as Zayne, Xavier, and Caleb gave you unimpressed looks.
“Are you sure the ship will be far enough away, in case of any -” Zayne started to say before your crew froze as Sylus appeared behind you in a swirl of mist, looking half mad, wings flaring out behind him.
“I’ll be taking them, now. I will bring our dear captain back in one piece when we are finished.” Sylus said and before anyone could protest, shifted into a large black dragon, scooping you gently in his maw and flying off.
“Sylus! I was going to help you! I wanted to get you a few things at the port to add to your nest.” You protested, shoving against his maw as the wind whipped around you and you tried not to grow too hot and needy once you realized how large his tongue could be.
How would it feel inside of you?
And I appreciate that, my little mate, more than you know, but I am going mad with need. Sylus said into your mind and you shivered as he began to descend and swoop into a cave on the shore.
The cavern held a glittering grotto, strange purple crystals glowing and humming above you as Sylus landed on a pile of gold and deposited you gently. The water began churning in front of you and your eyes widened as a large blue and purple sea serpent reared its head from the water behind you. You had not seen Rafayel in this form in quite some time and you were finding yourself even more aroused.
Rafayel shimmered and shifted into his more humanoid form with beautiful, long flowing hair, the fluke of his large tail appearing behind him as he swam up to you with half lidded eyes.
“Oh Captain my Captain, our poor dragon is in a rut. You will help him won’t you?” Rafayel sang in a captivating voice, your nipples peaking as you nodded. He did not need a siren song for this, you would do it gladly, but you suspected he was somehow preparing the two of you.
Sylus let out a pleased purr, still in his draconic form and nudged a glittering object from his pile towards you. You took the golden phallus, looking up at him with wide eyes.
You were always up for a challenge, but you had no idea how you would be able to take him in his dragon form. You certainly were not tall enough. Perhaps if you stood on the gold pile or Rafayel created some sort of current.
You looked up at Sylus as he snorted before laughing.
After seeing you take my mate, I was curious.
Seeing the visible stress and wariness he let out another laugh before shifting to his more humanoid form and you let out a breath of relief. Rafayel came up behind you, kissing your neck as water dripped around you.
“It was unfair you got to taste them while I did not.” Rafayel said with darkened eyes and a low drawl as he settled you into the pile of gold as if it were a throne and began divesting you of your clothing.
“Had you not been so mischievous and impatient you would have been able to taste them. It was meant to be a punishment.” Sylus drawled, slinking around the pile as his tail swished and Rafayel rolled his eyes before nipping at your inner thighs.
“Please, as if you are patient now and not driven mad by lust and instinct.” Rafayel said as Sylus growled in warning, wings spreading wide. You moaned as Sylus lifted Rafayel by his hips, burying his face between Rafayel’s plump cheeks, Rafayel crying out against you. The vibrations drove you mad with his licks and siren-esque cries as slick sounds echoed in the cavern. As Rafayel gripped your thighs and swirled his long, inhuman tongue around you, giving muffled cries of pleasure from Sylus’ own ministrations, you felt your climax begin to crest. The coins slid down around you and with a clever flick of Rafayel’s tongue, you were cumming with a cry.
Rafayel whimpering, sliding forward onto your stomach and looking up at you with teary eyes as Sylus hungrily growled, his eyes glowing red slits over Rafayel’s buttocks as he locked eyes with you. He set Rafayel down, stretching his wings as his two engorged, tapered cocks grew slicker in the strange cavelight.
“Enough. I need more.” He snarled, tail swishing behind him with a low thump as he pinned Rafayel on the pile of gold beside you. Rafayel keened as Sylus bit his neck, his tail returning, the fluke slapping the water with a loud splash before half sinking into the watery depths. You looked on hungrily, rubbing yourself, as you watched Rafayel’s twin cocks emerge from his slick slit.
Rafayel grabbed your hand with a wobbly smile as he guided it to his slit, forcing you to gather some thick jelly-like substance that slicked out of him and made your fingers tingle. You shivered with anticipation and understanding as you stood on wobbly legs to fetch the harness, barely managing to buckle it and situate it with one hand before Sylus’ tail pulled you in. You watched as he sank into Rafayel’s slit with his twin cocks almost becoming one, Rafayel’s rubbing against their abdomen as they writhed.
You whined, kneeling behind Sylus as he rested his tail on your shoulder and you slipped two slick fingers into his hole. Sylus growled in pleasure, head thrown back and talons scraping through the pile of gold to the floor of the cave as it echoed while he pounded into Rafayel and moved on your fingers. You slipped a third in as Sylus gave you a mental feel of what he was feeling and oh, was that some sort of aphrodisiac?
You moaned at the knowledge as Sylus hissed in impatientance, urging you to take him and claim him through your link until you were hastily rubbing what was left of the strange substance onto the faux phallus and sinking into him. The cave became of a cacophony of grunts, cries, and sighs of pleasure as the three of you moved together.
You stroked along Sylus’ wings as you pumped into him, pleased when Sylus let out a desperate keen and flutter, tail forcing you to be even closer to him as Rafayel thrashed, the water churning behind you. You kept stroking his wings in time with your thrusts as you felt tiny electric, pleasure zaps against your core. You panted, looking over at Rafayel who wink and kept flicking his fingers, towards you, electricity dancing around him as if he were a beautiful electric eel. Your core throbbed and tingled as you gave a harsh thrust into Sylus, pulling back on his wings slightly as dark mist permeated the cave now and Sylus came with a loud roar. You looked over to see one of his cocks expanding unnaturally thrice as Rafayel too came with a cry so beautiful tears sprang to your eyes as you reached your peak as well.
You gently pulled out of Sylus who in turn shifted back into his dragon form, staying locked within Rafayel who rubbed his slightly swollen abdomen.
“Three this time?” Rafayel asked in a quiet voice and your breath hitched.
Three eggs? What were you supposed to do with three Wanderer eggs on your ship? What if they hatch! You can’t have little ones running amuck on your ship and your crew was the perfect size as it is.
Sylus purred, finally pulling out of Rafayel and curling around him, his tail dragging you to cuddle against his warm underbelly.
Watch and do not fret, our dear captain.
You watched as Rafayel pressed down on his abdomen, moaning slightly as three rounded black eggs emerged. He shifted so that he was standing on wobbly legs, gathering the black eggs and putting them in a chest that floated up to them before dismissing it and going to cuddle against you.
They will not hatch and are merely a means to satisfy our urges. Mere decoration, so worry not. Now about the gifts you promised me…
You let out a sigh of relief and a laugh.
Life on the sea was never dull and you were curious what these two had planned for you next. Although maybe you should reassure your crew first. The duties of a captain were never ending it seems.
A/N: Shoutout to the lovely readers who requested more and gave me inspiration for the rut! I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me if you enjoyed it in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated!
Once strap-tember is over maybe I will do legit monster fucking in their forms if y'all are interested!!
CW: No MC pronouns used, Gender Neutral genitalia , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Rafayel, Established CrowFish, Dragon Tail Sex, DP One Hole, Dragon Hybrid! Sylus, Lemurian God Rafayel, Pirate Captain Reader
Events: BBPT (Bring Back the Porn on Dreamwidth) and Straptember
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: You are a pirate captain and stumble upon two of your newest crew members on your bed.
“Would you like to try as well, Captain?” Sylus drawled as you entered your cabin, frozen on the spot as you watched his cock plunging in and out of Rafayel who was face down on your sheets, gripping them and whining as the ship rocked back and forth.
You had been tasked by your ruler to hunt down rogue Wanderers on the deep sea and sabotage any enemy vessels or steal their relics if need be and you had thought of no one better to join you than some of your closest friends and the two rogue Wanderers you had grown fond of aboard your ship The Unicorn. Rafayel had been trailing your ship for weeks underwater, a giant shadowy figure in the depths that had your entire crew nervous and prepared to attack. You nearly had, until he had emerged as a strange half human, half fish in a whirlpool and warned you and the crew of three enemy ships approaching before taking them down. He had injured himself in the process and you had taken him aboard when a dragon had landed on the bow of your ship, growling in warning about his mate. Sylus, as you learned his name was, had also been trailing your ship from above for whatever reason you had yet to learn, and had ingratiated himself as your relic keeper and appraiser on the ship while Rafayel painted your adventures. Caleb, your first mate and navigator, often found in the crow’s nest had fought against having them onboard while Zayne, the ship medic, did not seem to care. You had caught Xavier, who defected from the royal army to join you, and handled the ship’s weapons and cargo, trying to throw them both overboard several times.
But here you were, Captain of The Unicorn, with the Legendary Wanderers known as the Terrors of the Skies and Seas fornicating in your bed.
“This explains the storm. Any reason you two are in my quarters when I have given you your own and turned a blind eye to the treasures you have been hiding away in your little nest in there?” You drawled, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow as Sylus didn’t even have the decency to stop pounding into Rafayel who was whimpering and looking at you with teary eyes and a flushed face.
“Because I thought that you might like to punish him as well. Our little fish had swam off on his own and has become… rather ill.” Sylus said, his wings flaring out as his draconic tail swished under the black toga he wore in his more humanoid form, a gladiator’s golden pauldron on his left shoulder.
You rushed over in alarm, pushing back Rafayel’s long, sweaty tresses back as shimmering blue scales appeared on his cheeks. No member of your crew would suffer.
“I am alright, just… hot…” Rafayel mumbled with embarrassment, cheeks red as he turned slightly from you and let out a cry.
“Yes, tell our dear Captain how you foolishly coated yourself into aphrodisiac anemones to lure them to our bed but could not stand it and begged me to fill you.” Sylus said as heat grew in your abdomen.
“You two are mates, why would you want me in your bed? Out of obligation? To repay me? I don’t want that.” You spat, even if it hurt to deny the strange connection you felt with them.
“Perhaps you are our mate as well… have you not wondered why we followed you for so long? We were waiting for the right time, but someone was impatient. Yes, Darling, hold on.” Sylus grunted, pulling Rafayel up by his arms with one hand to deepen his thrusts and stroke Rafayel’s long slender cock that had a strange light blue hue at the leaking tapered tip. You found that you could not avert your eyes nor could you find words.
As Rafayel came, thunder cracked and his cries echoed with a haunting tune in your cabin. Sylus did not slow his thrusts and you watched as Rafayel’s cock twitched and hardened once more.
“Well, must I ask you again? Would you like to try? We found quite the fun looking toy in your chest, isn’t that right?” Sylus crooned, biting Rafayel’s neck as he nodded and you felt yourself throbbing.
You knew what they had found. You had won it in a card game at one of the secret pirate taverns you frequented, The Nest.
You pressed your lips together, biting them. This would be crossing a line. You couldn’t exactly abandon these two powerful Wanderers the next time you went ashore. There would be no coming back from this, but you were a Captain for a reason.
“Are you both sure?” You asked hesitantly and Rafayel panted and whined.
“Yes, please. Want you. Have for a long time after I was chained. Need you both.” Rafayel sobbed and you sucked in a shaky breath as you saw his toned stomach bulge from the force of Sylus’ thrusts.
“Oh, yes, Dear Captain. Now come here and let me taste you.” Sylus said, tail curling around you and bringing you to him as he kissed you. You moaned as his tail slid between your legs slithered against your core, each ridge sending a shock of pleasure through you. You pulled back and gave him a warning look as the curled barb threatened to hook into your coat and shred it to pieces. You had worked hard for it and it was your favorite.
Rafayel gave a desperate whine as you stepped back to avoid Sylus’ tail and you bent down to kiss softly, before disrobing, shivering under the heated, hungry gazes of both. You swayed over to your chest, naked as the ship rocked amongst the waves and pulled out what they had discovered. A golden phallus was nestled against buttery leather straps that would sit over your hips, another strap running under you and buckling in the back.
“Allow me.” Sylus said, suddenly appearing next to you in a swirl of red mist as Rafayel trembled on the bed.
Sylus took the device, helping you into it as he nipped and sucked at your inner thighs, before buckling it around you. He swiped two fingers under the strap that ran between your legs, rubbing the throbbing wetness there and teasing you as you moaned before withdrawing them and licking his fingers.
Rafayel keened, watching the two of you as he stroked his cock frantically and shoved two of his own fingers in his hole.
“So needy. One might not be enough.” Sylus said with a dark laugh as he guided you to the bed, tail snatching the vial of oil you kept in your bedside drawer on the way. He dripped the oil on the golden cock and rubbed it down as you watched, feeling yourself clench and throb.
Rafayel moaned as Sylus guided the cock into Rafayel’s slick hole and you let out a moan of your own as you watched the cock slowly disappear into Rafayel.
“Will you make him feel good? Yes, no, maybe so? This is supposed to be a punishment after all.” Sylus whispered in your ear, kissing your neck as he gripped your hips pulling them back and then thrusting them forward, causing you and Rafayel to cry out.
You whimpered as his tail slipped against you again, the hard ridges rolling against your core as you bucked into Rafayel who dragged you into a desperate kiss. Rafayel’s cock was trapped between you as you fell on him, thrusting deeper into him to hear more of his melodic moans, wanting to make him feel better.
Your hips stuttered as Sylus trailed hot kisses down your spine until his hot breath was at your dripping center. Two fingers plunged into you as he lapped at you while you ground into Rafayel, helpless to do anything else. Rafayel shook and sobbed as you wrapped a hand around his cock, rocking back and forth against Sylus’s face and into Rafayel’s greedy hole. He arched his back and came, his eyes a swirl of desperate colors as your thighs trembled and you shook, clenching on Sylus’ tongue. Sylus gave a pleased purr before retreating, pushing your hips forward once more.
“Stay. Our brave Captain can help me give him one more orgasm, can’t you?” Sylus murmured, kissing you as you nodded before he leaned down to kiss Rafayel, settling under him. Rafayel writhed as you held him steady while Sylus slipped his thick, ridged, and veiny cock in alongside your faux phallus. You pressed down on the bulge that appeared on Rafayel’s lower abdomen, Rafayel crying out as more scales appeared on him. Sylus gave you a hungry look over Rafayel’s shoulder before crossing his arms over Rafayel’s chest and bracing his feet on the bed, lifting Rafayel up as you scrambled to your knees, gripping his hips to anchor him. When one of you would pull out, the other would slam in, a brutal quickness growing between the three of you as the cabin creaked and groaned.
You gasped and whimpered as the curved barbed of Sylus’ tail, covered in oil from the smashed bottle on the floor, rubbed against you before slipping into your hole. You clenched around the intrusion stretching you, the dull ache from the straps and his earlier ministrations returning as you thrust deeper into Rafayel and rode Sylus’ tail. You leaned forward as best you could, Sylus’ tail helping to lift you slightly as you kissed Rafayel and then Sylus, grabbing at their nipples as you all became a writhing mess. Rafayel’s moans grew into a frenzied song until he was thrashing between the two of you and coming with a loud yell. You whimpered, burying your face in his chest as you stopped thrusting, hilted in him and rode against Sylus’ tail, the two of them whispering praises until you two were cumming. Sylus roared, his wings flaring out as he spilled into Rafayel, his cum dripping over and out of Rafayel’s hole onto your bedding.
Rafayel shuddered, stroking your back as Sylus kissed him and you struggled to catch your breath, sore but satiated.
“You two owe me new bedding.” You mumbled as Rafayel laughed and kissed your head.
“Just come to our nest, My Dear Bodyguard.” Rafayel said as you gave him a half hearted glare and flicked him.
“That’s Captain to you and I’m not done with you yet. There’s still that punishment.” You said as Sylus chuckled.
“Yo Ho then. Anchors away, Captain.”
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CW: No MC pronouns used but AFAB terms for genitalia , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Caleb, Mutual Masturbation, Phone Sex, Friends to Lovers.
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: It was time you took charge and put Caleb in his place.
Merry Juneleb!
It died.
It died and you screamed.
Alright, maybe you were being overly dramatic but you were so close!
You groaned in frustration, shaking your vibrator that had died. Why now?!?! You thought you had charged it! You didn’t want to use your fingers like some medieval peasant. You rolled over and let out a frustrated sigh into your pillow, your pussy throbbing with the lack of release.
Your phone vibrated, adding further insult to injury and you fumbled around for it, swiping the video call from Caleb. Shit! You forgot you agreed to have a video chat after he got off his shift and returned to Skyhaven. After not seeing Caleb for so long and thinking he was dead, you would take any chance you could get, no matter how bad the timing, to see his smiling and alive face.
“Heya Pips, how- wait, why are you out of breath?” Caleb asked, peering at the screen as you gave a strangled laugh.
“I was just getting in a nightly workout!” You lied with another laugh, adjusting the straps on your tanktop and holding your phone directly to your face so Caleb wouldn’t get a view of your still exposed pussy.
Caleb gave you a knowing smirk and you grew hotter. He was always like this, all knowing. It infuriated you a bit. Just once you would like to get the upper hand on him, to have him submit to you and be at your mercy and control. Your free hand crept down to circle your clit at the thought before you froze. Were you really going to touch yourself on the phone with Caleb? All those nights sharing a wall and you mastered the art of a silent orgasm, but was this a line that you shouldn’t cross?
But you wondered, would this finally be the push the two of you needed? How would he react? He wouldn’t just disappear again, would he? And speaking of, you still wanted to punish him a bit for letting you think he was dead for that long and then the whole interrogation by Colonel Caleb.
“Alright, I’ll play along. Seems like quite the workout, Pips. Did you get in a lot of reps? Some intense cardio?” Caleb teased and you squirmed. Was this a good idea? Probably not, but you were too horny to care.
“Something like that.” You answered breathily as Caleb sucked in a breath. Two fingers rolling over your swollen, throbbing clit. Caleb cocked his head, eyes darkening.
“I could use a good workout before I go to sleep as well.” Caleb said and you heard his zipper being pulled down as you pressed your lips together to stifle a moan, heart beating fast.
“Caleb.” You moaned, fingers picking up speed as you heard a soft schlick-schlick echoing in his room with his soft panting, eyes never leaving yours.
“Yeah? I’m right here, Pips.” Caleb grunted and you whimpered, pressing the heel of your palm against your clit as you slipped three fingers into yourself, desperate for relief as you chased your orgasm.
“I’d do anything for you, you know that, right?” Caleb panted and you whined.
“Anything?” You asked, head swimming with the possibilities.
“Anything.” He said lowly as you crooked your fingers just enough to-
You opened your mouth in a silent scream, back arching as you finally came, gripping your phone tightly and watching with hazy eyes as Caleb groaned loudly, hunching over. The two of you panted, staring at each other and coming down from your respective highs when Caleb smiled.
“Sleep well, Pips.” He said before ending the call.
You rolled over, pulling up your blankets with a smile.
Anything, huh?
✈️
You sat on your bed, eagerly waiting for Caleb to enter your apartment, a special toy waiting behind you. When he told you he had gotten a few days off, you had quickly gone shopping.
“Pips, I really hope a Hunter like you isn’t just leaving your door unlocked for just anyone to walk in.” Caleb called from the hallway and you rolled your eyes.
“I can take them!” You shouted as Caleb laughed and made his way to the bedroom, stopping and staring at you and the new outfit you had gotten for yourself.
“In a fight, right?” Caleb asked in a strangled voice and you grinned.
“Maybe… maybe not… maybe I’ll just hit them with this.” You said, grabbing the strapless strapon from behind you, waving the mechanical like silicone that you had fallen in love with when you were shopping. If Caleb didn’t want to try it, you definitely were with all the grooves and ridges of the faux plated metal and bumps from the faux nuts.
“That… that would definitely be something. I should go on shopping trips with you again if you are going to bring home this sort of thing.” Caleb said with a shake of his head and a laugh.
“What is all of this, Pips? Some new game?” He asked. It was the first time you have ever seen him so off put and you relished in the rush of power it gave you.
“Sort of… you said you would do anything for me, Caleb, right? I still think you need to make it up to me, you know, the whole fact you were gone for a whole year without telling me… Let me take care of you, Gege.” You purred, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his neck as he trembled, taking the chance to resonate with him and borrow his Evol to make things more… interesting later.
“I…. you’re killing me here, Pips.” Caleb said, his voice shaking as you watched a war play out in his eyes. You knew submitting to you would be hard… but you did want to take care of him. To give him a pleasant touch different than what he no doubt experienced when he was away from you for so long.
He pressed his forehead to yours, pulling one of your arms from his neck to link your pinkies together as he looked into your eyes.
“Alright. I trust you. And, you know I love you, right? As more than…” Caleb whispered desperately and you kissed him gently.
“I love you too.” You said and he shuddered, kissing you deeper until you pressed down on his shoulder to kneel before you.
“Why don’t you get me nice and warmed up, hmmm? Good boys deserve a treat.” You purred and Caleb whined in the back of his throat.
“Yeah, give me those lips.” Caleb said and you gave a choked laugh as you thought he would try and kiss you again but instead dove into your thighs eagerly pressing his mouth to your leaking core and the black panties you wore, kneading and pulling at the leather straps accentuating your thighs and hips.
Caleb tugged your panties to the side, lapping at your clit as you buried your fingers in his hair and rocked forward against his tongue, holding him in place. He made a move to pull your panties down and put his fingers in you and you activated his borrowed Evol, pinning his hands down to the floor. He pouted, slightly struggling and you gave him an admonishing look that had him quieting.
“Make me cum with only your tongue. After this long, I thought you would love the chance to taste me.” You said in a soft, firm voice. His eyes darkened and he nodded, tongue swirling against your harder and more fervently as he made happy noises of pleasure that had your thighs quivering.
As he sucked harshly on your clit, you came, holding his head tightly to you as you gasped and shuddered. He pulled back, sitting on his heels and licking his lips.
“I’m going to make you scream my name, Pips.” He growled and you panted with a smirk.
“Only if you scream my name first.” You said, stepping back to grab the strapon. You slipped out of your panties and slipped one end into your aching core, letting it vibrate inside of you on a low frequency as you put a leather harness over it to hold it in place, stroking the shaft with a bottle of orange flavored and scented lubricant. Caleb sat obediently on the floor looking up at you with hooded eyes as you contemplated how you wanted him.
“I’ve gotta say, I’m jealous of that cock you’re playing with when you could be playing with mine.” Caleb said and you raised an eyebrow.
“Bad boys don’t get rewards. Be good. Don’t be a jealous little shit.” You said as he scowled.
You cocked your head, maybe you should put a leash and collar on him next time. Remind him he belonged only to you and to not run away again.
You decided then that you wanted him pinned under you.
“Strip and give me a show, then on your back on the bed.” You demanded and he grinned as you released him.
“So commanding. I should have brought my colonel hat for you.” He teased as you throbbed at the idea. He pulled his sweatshirt over his head, flexing as you admired his broad chest, before slowly popping open the buttons on his jeans and unzipping them, showing the impressive bulge in his tight dark grey boxers. You licked your lips briefly at the wet spot there and he pulled down his pants and boxers in one swoop, hands on his hips with his cock jutting out.
“Like what you see?” He asked with a boyish grin and you huffed a fond smile.
“Yes, very much so. Keep the socks on. They’re cute.” You said as he went to pull off his white socks that went up mid calf, stumbling a bit at your statement. He coughed and climbed onto the bed, spreading his thighs invitingly and holding out a hand.
“C’mere.” He said and you tutted as you kneeled on the bed.
“Uh-huh, I’m in charge now. I’ve had enough of you being in charge.” You said and he gave you a long look before leaning back against the pillows.
“Yeah, yeah Caleb is a big dumb meanie who always has to have his way. Alright. I trust you.” He said and you crawled over to kiss him for that before kissing down his neck and chest. When you reached his navel you nipped at him and he jolted before laughing.
“Menace.” He said and you grinned, kissing over the bite mark before moving down to his cock, sucking on it as you slicked up your fingers. You slipped one into him, swirling your tongue against his cockhead as he squirmed slightly.
“Not exactly how I thought our first time would go.” He muttered and you hummed causing him to moan as you worked your finger in and out of him, stretching him.
You pulled off to rest your head on his thigh and look up at him, pushing another finger in.
“I know. You always indulge me, Gege. Thank you. If you are good, you can fuck me however you want after.” You said with a smile that was part mischievous and part affectionate.
He shuddered and whined as you put a third finger in, before crying out as you pressed a bundle of nerves deep inside of him.
“Ah! Pips! That’s-” He panted and moaned as you abused it relentlessly until he was nearly cumming, having to pull the fingers out and squeeze the base of his cock briefly.
“Can I put it in, pleaseeee Caleb?” You whined. “I want to feel you.”
He whimpered and nodded and you gave him several eager kisses before pulling back slightly to guide the slicked up silicone into him. His eyes fluttered shut and you kissed a corner, gripping his hands and intertwining your fingers as you fully seated yourself within him. The buzzing within you and against your clit was already driving you wild but seeing Caleb look at you with hazy eyes of wonder and trust had you pulling out and quickly slamming in. He let you jackrabbit into him, moaning and then gasping as you angled your hips right and hit that spot deep inside of him, whimpering when you used the borrowed Evol to add a gravitational pressure against his cock.
“Pips… I’m-” Caleb trembled and you were filled with renewed vigor, kissing him and pressing close to him until he bucked, cumming on his stomach as you keened, thrusting in and out, chasing your own orgasm, clenching down on the end inside of you as the curved part hit your clit just right and you were cumming as well. You collapsed against him before pulling the strap-on out and curling against him.
“You still need your Gege, huh?” Caleb said, rubbing your back as you held him.
“Always, but I meant what I said about taking care of you too.” You said and he kissed your head.
“Then I’m in your hands.”
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CW: No MC pronouns used , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Rafayel, Mermaid! Rafayel
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: A merman, a strap-on, and an empty beach.
“Cutie! My, my! I wasn’t expecting this.” Rafayel exclaimed, holding up a large, purple, silicone, strapless dildo as you were busy setting up the tent on the beach near your garden plot and Wave Jr.
Your eyes widened. You didn’t pack that! How did that get in there?
“Is it time to start your seafood feast, my fierce little predator?” Rafayel asked with sparkling eyes as you let out a little noise of flustered embarrassment.
“And in front of Wave Jr no less! How scandalous.” Rafayel teased as you huffed, knowing he was trying to goad you into taking action.
“Dinner and setting up the tent first. Then maybe we can play if you’re a good boy.” You said as his eyes darkened while he hummed, tossing the dildo into the air before catching it and putting it back in the basket. He walked over to the tent, eyeing the pegs you were currently hammering and nudging one with his foot.
“This one needs a thorough pegging, try longer, harder strokes.” Rafayel said as you let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. Maybe you had slipped it in on accident in your hurrying to pack, eager for the opportunity, or maybe Rafayel wanted to play. Either way, you couldn’t complain now, not when Rafayel was looking so carefree and happy.
When the tent was finally up to your standards and liking, you sent Rafayel into the ocean to catch some dinner. You had made sure to get this private beach plot for a reason, curious if his siren song would be helpful for growing.
He beached himself, long tail stretching out behind him with no OTTO in sight, tossing some large crabs to you that had teeth marks on the shells. You boiled them in a pot you had over the campfire, adding in some vegetables and seasonings. The two of you enjoyed your dinner, Rafayel refusing to change back as you admired the swell of his ass… or what would be his ass in human form. The shimmering scales captivated you and Rafayel caught you staring when he took your plate from you and put it to the side. The fluke of his tail came up as he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand and gave you a soft look.
“So we can play now, yeah?” He asked with a boyish tilt of his head and you nodded before frowning.
“Are you not changing back? I don’t see how we can like this… unless you want it in your slit?” You asked, trying to figure out how it would work. But that would probably be painful, right? You did not know a lot about marine or Lemurian biology, but when you coaxed his twin cocks out in this form, the slit seemed rather shallow. You supposed you could do just the tip and have fun.
Rafayel’s scoff and affronted noise drew you from your thoughts as he mildly glared at you.
“Puh-lease! I can do what I want with my body. You don’t think I am powerful enough to control my transformation? That’s guppy stuff.” Rafayel said and you sucked in a breath as his scales disappeared to reveal the round globes of his ass, the rest of his tail still intact. A dream fantasy come true, hentai eat your heart out.
You kissed him in eager excitement, running to retrieve a towel, lube you had packed in your bag, and of course, the star of tonight’s performance, the strapon.
You lay the towel down in front of him to help keep the sand off of him, looking around before shucking your clothes, Rafayel grabbing your ankles. You looked down at him questioningly and he grinned, urging you to sit down on the towel first and pulling your legs over his shoulders.
“Before you enjoy your seafood feast, let me have a sweet treat first.” Rafayel said before he devoured you. You squirmed in his hold, watching as his tail swayed to and fro, cutting through the water like a shark while he brought you higher and higher to pleasure. Soon you were holding back a scream, not wanting it to echo in the cove as your orgasm overtook you. You panted, kissing his forehead and standing on shaky legs with the dildo in hand.
“My turn.” You said, sliding one end into you as you straddled his ass and grabbed the lube. You admired how the faux phallus looked against the gradient of his shimmering scales to his pale, plump flesh, giving a few experimental thrusts, causing him to wiggle in patiently. You pushed down between his shoulder blades to steady yourself with one hand as your other slick hand parted his cheeks and slipped a finger in, causing him to moan, his tail splashing behind you and sending a light spray up your back, cooling your heated flesh. You quickly worked him open with another finger and a third until he was whining and rutting into the sand. You lay over his back, biting at him and sucking bruises into his back and neck, blowing on his ear and causing him to shudder as you slipped in the slick strapon into his greedy hole.
He moaned loudly as you pumped into him, covering his back as he lay prone and helpless beneath you, simply taking and rutting into the sandy blanket for relief. You tweaked his nipples as the strapon grinded against you, pressure building in you again.
But first, you needed to make your merman cum.
You pounded into him with reckless abandon, inhaling his scent as you pressed hot, wet kisses to his back before biting his neck and he bucked forward, cumming with a strangled cry as his tail thrashed and his Evol skittered from his fingertips across the sand, leaving tiny bits of molten glass to be claimed by the sea. Your thrusts became erratic until you too were cumming with a cry, Wave Jr. glowing.
Best picnic ever.
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Tags: Female Reader, No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Hawks, Fluff and Smut, Post Canon, HPSC President Hawks, Teacher Reader, Praise Kink, 69,
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview: Hawks found a box under your bed and is very interested in exploring it.
You... were.... everything.... are... everything.
Hawks... Keigo... never thought he could have this after the wars, when everything was said and done. He was lucky to have his life and to be able to try and make a change again, no matter how painful the loss of his quirk was. You are a bright, shining light in his life, helping chase the endless ache away.
You are inspiration. You are warmth. You are steadfast bravery, the calm in the storm, and most importantly, you are kindness.
Keigo met you for the first time when you had gone to his first town hall he held as HPSC President to ask for needs and ideas from the community. You had created a proposal for better and safer schools that catered to students of all needs from volatile quirks to heteromorphs to the quirkless. You ended your speech with a final note of how everyone deserves a safe and quality education where they are not shunned or discriminated against, and he felt a bit of hope for the first time in a long time and was completely intrigued by you.
He came to find out as the two of you grew closer while working on the proposal, that you were a teacher, one that had been terrified not for her life during the war, but how your students would be affected. Students whose futures you wanted to protect just like him. Even now you worked tirelessly to make sure your students not only learned, but also that they became their best selves and felt safe enough to trust you with their deepest problems. It was draining but rewarding, and he had to wonder, who took care of you?
So he took it upon himself when he could, to visit you during lunch or after school with a meal, an ear for listening, a shoulder to cry on, and you rewarded him with something he's never had, a home.
Sure, he's only been living with you for a month in your quaint little abode that was conveniently half way between the office and your school. He couldn't believe he could wake up to soft kisses and birds chirping outside, the world at peace, as you lightly sang and watered your plants.
Your quirk, Nightingale, and the nickname you let him call you, allowed you to draw out potential through song. It worked to help your flowers bloom, your students on a bad day... and even helped him restart the beginnings of a quirk awakening. His wings were small, no bigger than a cardinal's but they were his, and they were a comfort when the days were too long.
They were precious, yes, but you were even more precious.
And when he found the box hidden under your bed, he knew how he wanted to show his appreciation.
ˋˏ-༻❁༺-ˎˊ
You let out a sigh of relief as you unlocked the door to your house and smelled your favorite foods cooking. You had hoped that he would be here after the long day you had but understood he was always heavily needed at the HPSC. You tried not to let him drown in paperwork and he did the same for you, the two of you dragging each other to the couch for much needed cuddles and relaxation.
You entered the kitchen as he was carefully plating the food that smelled mouthwatering delicious and smiled. You loved tasting all the food he made on his culinary journey, especially since you weren’t the best in the kitchen and were often too tired to cook for yourself or even see the point of it.
“I’m home.” You softly announced stepping into his arms and finally relaxing as he held you close to his chest, burying his nose in your hair and squeezing you tight.
“Welcome home.” He murmured and you nuzzled a bit into his chest, indulging yourself for a moment before pulling back.
“This looks and smells amazing. Just what I need.” You said as the two of you carried your plates over to the dining room table, moving in close to one another.
“Rough day?” Hawks asked, always wavering between his two names.
In your more tender and intimate moments, he preferred Keigo and you felt honored you could see him so vulnerable, after all he has done for you and Japan. That you could take care of him, the way he takes care of you. You never thought your speech would lead you here, but you were glad it did.
You hummed before letting out a tiny moan and wiggle in your seat as you took your first bite.
“Fuck. I could blow you right now for this.” You muttered to yourself in pleasure as you dug in, Hawks laughing.
“Perhaps later, there’s something I’d like to try anyway. But first, I want to know more about your day.” Hawks said, leaning his cheek on the palm of his hand with an endearing smile, wrapping his ankle around yours.
You were curious but nodded, you had a request to make of him anyway.
“I want to hear about your day as well and this idea of yours but for now… if I give you the list of streets that could use more patrols, can you…” You trailed off as his eyes sharpened and he nodded.
“Of course. Your students are having trouble again?” Hawks asked and you nodded, stomach tight with concern.
“It’s not just to and from school. It’s around their homes now. People testing what they can and can’t get away with under the reforms. It was hard enough with so few schools being able to reopen after the wars and functioning at overcapacity and the housing situations aren’t the best with all of the rebuilding… I just want my kids to be kids, you know? Not have to worry about things like that.” You said and Hawks kissed your temple.
You played so many different roles for your students. You just wanted to make all of your lives a little easier and to bring back the joy, whimsy, and humor they once had, instead of just survival.
“Thank you for telling me. I am happy you won’t let this sort of thing be overlooked. I will create new routes encompassing them right away and arrange for a press conference reiterating how we all must work together to rebuild and what consequences there may be for those intent on ruining that.” Hawks said and you smiled, turning and kissing him, filled with love.
“You are making a bright future for us all. Tell me of your day.” You said and he gave you a quick peck in return.
“So aren’t you, you’re the one shaping young minds. My day wasn’t bad, a bit of the usual. Mera kicked me out of the office early so I thought we could do something special tonight. Something fun that might distract you?” Hawks said as the two of you finished and brought your dishes to the sink, Hawks rubbing your hips and looking at you earnestly.
You brought your arms around his neck and kissed his chin.
“That sounds so nice, actually. What did you have in mind?” You asked and he fidgeted for a moment, his tiny wings stretching out, the tips just barely peeking past his back.
“I… found your box under your bed. I was wondering if you could peg me?” Hawks said, golden eyes glittering. You blinked. You weren’t expecting that. It’s not as if you made your toy box a secret and you certainly wouldn’t say no, but..
“I would love to, but why?” You asked, stroking his scarred cheek. You knew he had a deep desire to please and wanted to make sure he wasn’t doing this because he thought he needed to.
He exhaled softly, kissing your hand and holding it before pressing his forehead to yours.
“I know what you are thinking. I do want to do something nice and fun for you as stress relief, but I think I will really enjoy the intimacy, and letting you take care of me too.” He said and you kissed him, holding him close.
“Alright.” You said in a breathless, excited voice, your heart full with how much you adored this man.
He grinned and the two of you traded kisses as you walked back to the bedroom, discarding your clothes along the way.
You sat naked in his lap, grinding your swollen and wet clit against his toned thigh and moaning at the friction as he placed hot kisses on your neck.
“How do you want to start, My Love?” You asked, carding your fingers through his hair and lightly scratching his scalp as he sighed in contentment.
“However you think. I just have two requests. One, I want to see your face at all times and two I get to put my mouth on you.” Hawks said and you smiled, peppering kisses all over his face.
You knew how he felt about his back. The scars. The trauma he still carries from those fights. How long he went without his wings. He had only just started letting you put a special cream on his back and sing while activating your quirk just recently. There was still so much he kept to himself, too used to shouldering everything on his own, and you treasured how little by little he was opening himself up to you.
As for the second request, well, he certainly could use his mouth for more than just smooth talking.
You stood, ignoring how you throbbed with excitement, your pussy already clenching and your thighs sticky, grabbing your box of toys from underneath the bed. You pulled out your strapless purple vibrating strapon and a custom purple lace panty with a reinforced hole to help make the strapon more secure, as well as a bottle of lubricant, putting them on the bed and crawling over to kiss Hawks, gently pushing him down. He went down easily, giving you a soft smile when you put your softest pillow behind his shoulder to cushion his small winglets and another under his lower back. You kissed him, simply enjoying being in his embrace as all your cares melted away temporarily. This you could do here and now and bring each other pleasure and satisfaction.
“I know you want to see my face, but I also promised you a blowjob for dinner. Two birds, one stone?” You said wiggling your eyebrows as he snorted.
“How about no stones, but mind blowing orgasms, my beloved Nightingale?” Hawks said and you grinned, feeling a pleasant tingle and warmth at the endearment before swinging your legs over his head and facing his cock.
You pressed a kiss to the leaking head, stroking it gently as he moaned and panted against your pussy. You swallowed his cockhead, giving a muffled moan as he spread you, flicking his tongue against your clit before delving into your hole, applying the perfect amount of pressure and letting out happy little sounds, the vibrations making you tremble as you tried your best to bob up and down on his cock. You sucked hard, deepthroating him as you ground your pussy against his mouth and fumbled for the lube, drizzling some on your fingers. You pulled off of his cock, panting and moaning as you swiveled against his tongue, pressing a slicked finger at his rim.
“Okay?” You whispered in a hoarse voice as he nodded against your cunt, his groans turning even more excited and enthused.
“Only if you come for me first. Come on Sweetheart, I’ve got you. That’s a good girl.” Hawks… no… Keigo encouraged, one hand grabbing your hip to guide you faster on his face as he slipped in two fingers and crooked them, causing you to whine and moan, dizzy with the pleasure and praise. You rode him desperately as his tongue and fingers worked you until you were coming with a loud cry, writhing against him. He gently worked you through it as the waves of pleasure crashed over you until you lifted off of him and he withdrew his fingers, pressing a kiss to your clit. You turned around to see his satisfied smile and beautiful golden eyes, wiping his shining lips before kissing him and sliding down his body, scattering kisses.
“You’re so good, Keigo. My Keigo. Beautiful boy. My hero.” You praised as he squirmed a bit. You reached his cock once more, sucking it in and looking up at Keigo as you slid a finger gently into him. He showed no indication of discomfort, but you knew he wouldn’t, too used to pain.
Still, you took your time stretching him, only adding other fingers when you were sure he could take it, sucking on his cock to distract him until you found that spot deep inside of him that had him crying out in surprise, gasping. It had taken you so long to encourage him to be loud and vocal and here you were rewarded with a beautiful sight and sounds as he moaned, grinding down against your fingers when you added a third.
“I’m… wait, wait, wait.” He said frantically and you immediately, but gently pulled off and out. He panted and gave you a lopsided grin.
“Sorry, I just want to come with you in me. I want to have you even more near me.” Keigo said and you smiled in understanding, kissing his inner thigh before grabbing the strapless strapon. You moaned, inserting one end into yourself and clenching around it before sliding on the panties to keep it more snug against you, feeding the other end that was to go into your lover through the hole. You stroked lubricant down the shaft as Keigo watched and you smiled when you could hear his wings rustling.
You guided it to his hole, looking into his eyes as they softened and he nodded. You pressed in slowly until your hips were against the backs of his thighs. You pressed his legs up a bit so you could lean over him and kiss him, withdrawing slightly to press back in, watching his cock leak against his stomach. His mouth opened in a moan as he clung to you and you groaned.
“Fuck. You’re incredible. Can’t believe I get to have you.” You whispered to him, the strapon rubbing against your clit with the thrusts as your pussy clenched down on the end inside you.
“Hey, those are my lines.” Keigo teased, eyes shimmering as he held you close, his cock trapped between the two of you as you thrust in and out of him, angling your hips to hit his spot. You kissed him in reply, hoping he could feel the love as you stroked him and cupped his face. He gave a low warble looking at you with wide eyes before suddenly clinging to you, his cock jerking in your hand and spurting down your wrist. You kissed his cheek hard as you felt your own orgasm take you from the friction, trembling in his hold before collapsing on his chest as he stroked your back.
The two of you lay there, relishing in each other’s warmth and hold before you moved slightly to pull the strapon out and discard your panties.
“New idea. Bubble bath and then we cuddle and finish watching that show?” Keigo whispered tenderly and you smiled.
You could face anything with the best stress relief and hero by your side.
Together, you would ensure a brighter tomorrow.
A/N: I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me if you enjoyed it in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated
CW: Gender Neutral MC pronouns used but AFAB terms for genitalia , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Rafayel, Gentle FemDom Reader, Oral, Submissive Rafayel, Bratty Rafayel, Rafayel in a Maid Outfit, Use of Master teasingly for reader
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview:
You and Rafayel play a game of Kitty Cards. The catch? Loser wears the maid lingerie you saw. Who is the real loser and winner here?
You stopped and stared at the display in the window in front of you which was so unlike you that Rafayel stopped as well, swinging your hand and turned to look and see what captured your attention.
The two of you had decided to do some window shopping in downtown Linkon before your dinner reservations and well… looks like you might be doing a bit more than just browsing.
"You would look cute in that, My Favorite Bodyguard." Rafayel said with a smirk.
You raised your eyebrow and crossed your arms.
"Who says I would be the one wearing that?" You said with an answering smirk and Rafayel pouted, pushing you towards the cafe where you often played Kitty Cards.
As you entered, an idea formed in your mind. The image of Rafayel in the strappy maid themed lingerie wouldn't leave you and you were nothing if not determined. As you were seated at a playing table, Rafayel shooing away the cats beginning to congregate around him, you smiled and leaned over the table conspiratorially. He matched your energy and leaned closer, his eyes burning with curiosity not unlike his Evol.
"How about we make this card game more interesting?" You ventured, hand over the deck.
"Oh? I didn't take you as much of a gambler. Then again you always seem to take the most risks when we fight Wanderers." Rafayel said with a put upon sigh and you lightly kicked his shin under the table.
He also flirted with danger and loved to win so he had no room to talk.
"It's not really gambling if I know I am going to win now is it?" You teased with a huge smirk and bat of your eyes.
"And just what do you think you will win? You already have my heart. Is it my money you're after? My studio? Full custody of Reddie?" Rafayel dramatically declared and you rolled your eyes fondly, squeezing his hand for reassurance.
"Nothing quite so dramatic. When I win, I want you to wear the maid costume for a day. Of course, if you don't think you can handle it, Xavier made an excellent bunny butler, so I am sure he won't mind the maid uniform." You drawled with an innocent smile.
It might have been a dirty trick, but you really, really wanted to see him in that outfit and this was the only way you could think of going about it.
"Careful now, you're playing with fire." Rafayel said, his fiery Evol dancing between his fingers on his free hand.
"I accept your terms, but when I win, then you will be my pretty maid. There's plenty for you to dust at the studio." Rafayel murmured, his eyes molten and you hoped with everything you had that you won this game.
"Are you disappointed, Your Highness?" Rafayel teased as you opened your door to see him in a … traditional maid uniform. An old Japanese one to be exact with a long hemline that ended just above his ankles.
Well this wasn’t very scintillating. No wonder he wanted to make the trek personally to your apartment. No one would think the great artist Rafayel would be caught dead in something so boring. Although looking at him now, you mused that he must have worn a bucket hat and sunglasses to disguise himself as he adjusted his bangs in your hallway mirror and fixed the frilly headband.
“I thought you … nevermind, come in.” You said, pulling him fully inside. You didn’t need any of your neighbors to see him like this, especially Xavier.
“Aw, were you hoping for something else? Am I not enough for you? Are you ashamed of me? Or perhaps you don’t want to scare that Xavier guy you’ve mentioned before off. Didn’t you mention that he lives here too?” Rafayel pouted and whined with a dramatic gasp.
You rolled your eyes, used to his dramatics.
“No, I’m just eager for you to start cleaning. Today is laundry and chore day for me. I could use an extra hand.” You said, glad the ratty old t-shirt you stole from Caleb all those years ago went nearly down to your knees.
You were down to your last pair of clean underwear and you didn’t want Rafayel to see them and tease you.
“I am at your service, Your Highness.” Rafayel said with a low, sweeping bow and a wink.
“If you don’t mind dusting then. It saves me from having to keep moving a chair.” You said, pointing to your blinds and high ceiling as you tossed him a large feather duster.
“Well this is a boring roleplay. Putting me to work after I scandalized poor Thomas with my order and delivery.” Rafayel muttered and you raised an eyebrow, going to grab some more cleaning supplies before thinking better of it and sitting on the couch.
He was supposed to be your maid for the day, after all.
“You picked the boring outfit.” You muttered under your breath as you lifted the tea you made just before he came to your lips.
“Oh? Who says it's boring? I thought you enjoyed unwrapping me.” Rafayel said mischievously, coming to kneel in front of you and sweep under your couch.
You tilted your head wondering what game he was playing at as you regarded him. You did enjoy when he was all tied up. Was he going to purposefully tangle himself in something for your attention?
Rafayel smirked and stood, lifting up his skirt to reveal… oh.
You squirmed slightly as a heat rushed through you. Underneath, he was wearing the maid lingerie you had seen in the window last night.
On his toned thigh was a black and white ruffled garter with a cute bow, the plain white stockings ending at his knees with tiny bows that had been hidden beneath the long skit. Above the garter was a ruffled and frilled short black dress with a tiny maid’s apron over it.
The top of the skimpy black maid dress was hidden beneath the longer, more proper one, and you could only hope that his thick chest was filling it out like you had envisioned last night.
You reached out a hand to pull him closer, only for a bit of your lukewarm tea to spill on your lap. He chuckled, dropping the skirt and plucking the mug out of your hand, placing it on the coffee table and kneeling back down in between your spread legs.
“Let me clean up this mess like a good little maid should.” Rafayel teased, pulling the hem of your shirt up above your waist.
You sucked in a breath and before you could protest, he was sucking, biting and kissing your damp thighs, his tongue lapping up the remnants of the tea. You whimpered, feeling yourself growing wetter as you throbbed, watching him tend to you.
“Ah, it seems like there’s a bit of a mess here too.” Rafayel purred, finger running up your damp underwear. You mewled and he shushed you.
“Shh… I’ll take care of you, Master.” He murmured and you became molten.
It was a title he used only when he was feeling particularly subservient and needy, wanting you to dominate and reassure him. As he would cryptically say that you already owned his heart and thus himself, and Lemurians were always loyal.
You spread your legs further and lifted yourself slightly, letting him pull your underwear off, folding it neatly and putting them on the coffee table behind him. He placed your thighs over his shoulders and dived in.
You let out a loud keen as he licked and sucked at you, applying the perfect pressure with his clever tongue. Far more quickly than you would have liked, you felt a wave of pleasure crash through you as you hit your peak, cumming on his wriggling tongue as you writhed. You slid your hand from the couch where you had been gripping it tightly, the other buried in his lavender hair. You stroked it as he lapped at you a few more times before laying his head against your lap, eyes hazy.
“Did that please you, Master?” Rafayel asked in a rough voice. You gave a soft, pleased hum and nodded.
“You’ve been a good boy. Why don’t you show me what’s underneath and you can pick a reward.” You cooed as the tips of Rafayel’s ears turned red.
He stood, pulling off the long uniform in a fluid motion to reveal the skimpy black maid’s dress underneath. You admired how his chest filled out the sweetheart neckline, the thin straps straining against his muscular pecs. His cock lifted the white apron slightly as it bulged beneath and you wanted nothing more than to tease him.
“Well, Master? Is this a better, less boring uniform?” Rafayel asked and you nodded, wishing your phone wasn’t so far away.
Rafayel smirked before turning around and lifting up the back of his dress, pulling his ridiculous, red thong to the side to reveal a glittering blue jewel pressed between his cheeks.
“That’s not even the best part. I am fully prepared to have your wicked way with me.” Rafayel moaned, reaching behind himself to tease the golden metal plug in and out of himself slightly.
“Oh? Do you want that to be your reward then for being such a good maid and cleaning up? Crying in your master’s lap as they pound into you and you beg for more?” You crooned and he whimpered as he nodded over his shoulder.
You grinned and grabbed the vibrating purple strapless strapon you had shoved in the couch cushions the other day when you had been playing with yourself along with a half empty bottle of cotton candy scented and flavored lubricant. As wet as you were, it was easy to slip one end into yourself, the curved base nestling against you before jutting up into the air in a proud length.
You handed Rafayel the bottle and nodded down towards the silicone cock. He fell to his knees, eager to service as he dribbled the lube over the purple girth, smoothing it down with a hand. You hoped that he had prepared himself well earlier for the plug with how eager he was.
“How do you want me, Master?” Rafayel mewled sweetly, breathlessly.
You mused for a minute, your mind racing with possibilities.
“Turn around and brace yourself on the coffee table.” You said and he complied, legs spread apart while you moved closer to the edge of the couch.
You lifted the dress up and ripped the skimpy thong before gently pulling the plug out. Rafayel moaned at the loss, knees slightly bent and shaking. You gripped the strapon and fisted the white frilly bow of the apron as you pulled Rafayel down. Rafayel keened, working his way down on the strapon until his plump ass was flush against your thighs.
You let him get used to the feeling for a moment before planting your feet on the floor, pulling out slightly to thrust back into him and pull him down by the maid apron. He wailed, leaning back into as he pushed against the edge of the coffee table, bouncing in your lap.
“Please, more.” He whined and you reached around with your free hand in between his trembling thighs. He made a needy noise, thinking you were going for his cock as you leaned forward and scraped your teeth against his back, pressing a hard kiss to his spine that had him squirming. You chuckled, avoiding his cock and instead pressing a button at the base of the strapon that caused it to vibrate on the highest setting.
He groaned, sinking boneless against you as you finally took pity on him and stroked his cock, enjoying what a beautiful, flushed mess he was squirming in your lap. You let out a groan of your own clenching around the vibrating silicone as he jostled it deeper into you with his desperate little bounces, caught between thrusting into your fist and fucking himself onto the cock.
“I wanna… I wanna see your face. Please. Master. Kiss me.” Rafayel cried out desperately and out of breath and you growled, lifting him up to lay him on his back on the couch. You wrapped his legs around your waist and pressed into him again, groaning at the better angle. You gave him a messy kiss before pulling the top down and thumbing at his nipples. He cried out, his lashes wet with tears of pleasure and half formed watery pearls.
Endeared, you cupped his face with one hand, kissing him sweetly as the other stroked his cock in time with your thrusts. He sobbed and clung to you, returning the kiss as his legs slipped from your waist to push against the armrest of the couch, grinding down on you. As you felt your orgasm quickly approaching from the friction of the vibrating silicone, you nipped at Rafayel’s bottom lip, causing him to gasp.
“Cum for me, Pretty Boy. You’ve more than earned it.” You whispered and he shook, his cock jerking in your hand as white ropes of thick cum sprung forth, staining his stomach and the apron. At the image, you too began to cum, trembling as you clenched around the silicone. You let out a whine of pleasure, stars bursting behind your eyes before collapsing against Rafayel. You both jerked as the vibrations quickly became too much and you lifted your hips to turn the strapon off and pull it out of yourselves, tossing it towards the kitchen to be washed later.
“Mmm, that was fun. Thank you, Sweetheart.” You murmured, kissing Rafayel tenderly. He grinned and held you close as your washer machine beeped.
“Of course, it was fun. But when you lose at Kitty Cards next time, I’ve already got an outfit in mind for you.” He whispered, kissing your head.
And maybe… just maybe… you’ll throw the next game of Kitty Cards.
A/N: I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me know your reactions and/or what you liked in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated More pegging favorite characters to come hehe!
Tags: Gender Neutral MC pronouns used but AFAB terms for genitalia , No Y/N used, Pegging, Strap-ons, Bottom Rafayel, Gentle FemDom Reader, Oral, Submissive Rafayel, Bratty Rafayel
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview:
After his birthday, Rafayel holds you to your promise of trying new things.
“What was so urgent that I had to clear my schedule for the night and come over?” You asked, entering the artist’s home.
You were slightly irritated that you had to cancel plans to go to a new ramen shop that opened up near your apartment with Xavier, but you couldn’t deny you were curious.
Rafayel put down his paintbrush and hopped down from the ladder with a mischievous grin, trying to lean in for a kiss. You stopped him and he pouted.
“I am just holding you to the promise you made.” Rafayel sang and you grew even more suspicious.
“What promise?” You asked and his pout grew further.
“It’s only been a few days since my birthday and you already forgot?” He whined and you blinked with the realization of what he was getting at.
“Ah. That one. What new thing did you want to try so desperately that it couldn’t wait until our next date?” You teased and the tips of his ears began burning red.
“I’m not desperate! Just excited! The stuff I needed came in today and I didn’t want to wait to show you!” He protested and you giggled, giving him a little peck.
“Alright, alright. Show me what you got.” You said and he eagerly sauntered away, reaching in between the couch cushions to pull out a black box with a red ribbon tied around it.
“A late birthday present? It’s not lingerie, is it? I would have worn some on the trip if you wanted.” You said, suddenly embarrassed and unsure.
“No, no. The trip was perfect, really. I just… it’s better if you open the box.” Rafayel said, his face turning pink as he looked away from you and held out the box.
You took it, examining the box. You shook it, hearing something slightly heavy moving inside, the noise causing Rafayel to blush and bite his lip, still avoiding your gaze. For all of his bravado and eagerness earlier, the fact that he was growing shy and embarrassed had you growing too curious to not open the box.
You pulled off the ribbon and took off the lid eagerly, before blinking and tilting your head as you took in what lay inside. Inside sat a long and slender purple dildo, with a bulbous, curved end. Folded beneath the strapon, seemed to be a pretty, shimmering holographic harness that reflected the light from the dozen of candles strewn about.
“Oh.” You said breathily, fire pooling in your gut as you felt yourself clench and grow wet.
“I… nevermind. It was just a passing whim. I’ll just take it and throw it in the collection room.” Rafayel said, trying to grab the box.
You thanked your skills as a Hunter as you quickly jumped back and hugged the box to your chest, safely out of his reach.
“Come on, now you’re just being mean. It was just a silly prank. I needed to see your face for my newest painting.” Rafayel lied, the tips of his ears still red.
“Good boys don’t lie.” You murmured and he stiffened, sucking in a breath.
“I enjoy this gift. Thank you, Rafayel. I am happy to share this new experience with you.” You said and he eyed you warily, a hint of hope and vulnerability in his eyes.
He must have seen some reassurance from you that you were being sincere and he sighed, looking away as he fixed his hair, his face red.
“Not exactly new… nevermind.” He whispered lowly under his breath before jumping as you placed the box on the coffee table and came up behind him, wrapping your arms around him. You kissed the back of his very warm neck before blowing lightly on his ear.
“I see why you were so eager to show me. I don’t think I can wait much longer either.” You purred, enjoying how he shuddered in your hold and let out a low whimper.
You released him, grabbing one of his hands and grabbing the box with the other as you began to walk backwards and pull him into the bedroom with a coy grin. His face was still flushed, but he gave you a tiny, excited grin in return.
Soon your knees hit the back of his rounded bed and you sat, pulling him down next to you. You cupped his face and kissed him gently, pleased when he sighed and nuzzled into you slightly.
“Did you prep yourself at all?” You asked, nibbling at his neck as he moaned.
“N-no… I wanted you to…” He said quietly and you grinned against his bare collarbone before biting it.
“Good. I want to spoil you more. As long as you keep being good for me.” You crooned, lifting your head to take in his face as he let out a loud whimper.
“Can you do that for me? Or should I be mean? You have given me quite the headache as your bodyguard. Maybe I should take it out on your ass.” You said as you slid a hand in the back of his pants to palm at his ass causing him to give an undignified squeak.
“Hah… do your worst. I am a joy to be around and the best employer.” Rafayel said with a false bravado that had you snorting.
“Mmmm… is that so? Then…” You said, standing and pulling down your pants and going to settle against the mound of pillows at the head of the bed.
“Why don’t you get me ready?” You said, spreading your legs and moving your damp panties to the side to show your glistening cunt.
Rafayel smirked as he turned and crawled up the bed to settle between your legs, gripping your thighs. His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip and you watched with half lidded eyes, growing even wetter.
“You’re so wet already. That eager to fuck me? Not even the seas of Lemuria were this wet.” He teased and you raised an eyebrow, fisting his hair and dragging him closer to your cunt. His eyes rolled back and he gave a low groan, thrusting against the bed slightly.
“How can I not be when you make such cute little noises? Now be good or else I’ll leave you and go home to play with my own toys.” You teased and he let out a high pitched whine and pouted.
You huffed fondly, stroking his hair and he sighed, closing his eyes and pressing a kiss to your inner thigh.
“Don’t go. I’ll be good.” Rafayel whispered with sparkling eyes as he tried to entice you into staying.
Not that you were actually ever going to leave, but it was always so much more delightful to make him pout and plead.
You spread your dripping folds, nodding down to your swollen clit. Without wasting any time, he kissed the vee of your fingers as he pressed his lips to your engorged clit, applying the slightest hint of pressure. You gave a tiny, frustrated exhale and he chuckled, sucking your clit into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it before flicking lightly. He pulled off with a wet noise and you keened as he dragged his tongue through your folds, flicking at your clit again.
You lightly gripped his hair as he licked and sucked at your cunt, applying a delicious pressure with his clever tongue. You began riding his face, moving your hand from your cunt to also fist at the bedsheets at his insistence and to give him more room. You let out a loud moan as his tongue darted into your hole, stretching it slightly before replacing it with two of his fingers.
Rafayel began pumping them in and out of you as he pressed his tongue against your clit, letting out pleased little noises as he devoured you.
“S-so good. Hnng.. You’re so good, Rafayel.” You moaned with praise and he whined, squirming at the praise and redoubling his efforts.
Soon you could feel your orgasm growing and you rode his tongue faster, clenching around his wet fingers as they pumped into you. With a crook of his fingers and a harsh suck, you were coming with a scream.
Rafayel held you as shook and arched your back, riding out the waves of pleasure. You panted, releasing his hair and collapsing against the bed, trying to catch your breath. Rafayel pressed tiny kisses to your puffy pussy before you hauled him up to kiss him, wiping at his wet face.
The two of you kissed for a few minutes as he ground his cock between your legs, his black pants becoming ruined. You drew back for air and gave him a delighted smile that had him blinking with a slight blush.
“What’s that look for?” He asked and your smile grew as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“You’re amazing. But now…. It’s my turn.” You said, wrapping your legs around his waist and flipping him over and under you.
You grinned at his disgruntled but eager expression, rubbing your slick folds around his cock as you undid the top of your Unicorns uniform, tossing it to the floor behind you.
“You’re killing me. Haven’t I been good? Why are you torturing and teasing me?” Rafayel whined, kneading your hips.
“Shush, I’m not. Quite the opposite in fact. I intend on rewarding and spoiling you.” You reassured before lifting off of his damp pants.
“Undress yourself while I go find some lube.” You ordered and he gave a cheeky salute as he began pulling off his pants while you went over to the side table.
You pulled open the drawer, pleased to see the lube bottle was still decently full, even after last time. You tossed it in the air and turned around to see Rafayel completely bare and lightly stroking his cock.
You tossed the bottle on the bed next to him and grabbed the strapon out of the box as you came around the bed, tossing it as well as you crawled on.
“Have you touched yourself down here before, Rafayel?” You murmured as you pressed the pad of your index finger to his puckered hole.
His breath hitched and he grew scarlet.
“Yes… a few times.” Rafayel admitted and you cooed, spilling lube over your fingers and rubbing to warm it.
“Curious boy. Now lay back and let me take care of you.” You ordered, putting a pillow under his lower back with your clean hand.
Rafayel let out a breathy noise of excitement before whimpering as you bent and sucked his cock head into your mouth. You gently pressed your slick finger into his tight hole as he cried out.
You pulled off his cock with a wet, lewd pop, stroking his stomach.
“Shhh… just relax, Rafayel. I’ve got you.” You whispered and he blushed more, arm on his head but refusing to cover his eyes.
You pressed a kiss to his cock as you pulled your finger slightly out before pressing it back in. Rafayel whimpered and moaned and you swallowed his cock once more, slowly pumping your finger in and out of him as he became used to it. Distracting him by bobbing your head up and down his cock, you pressed another finger in, pumping both in.
Rafayel gave a shout, arching in pleasure as your two fingers pressed against a spongy spot deep inside of him and you worked your throat around his cock.
“Fuck… Please… I’m going to cum if you….” Rafayel thrashed and whined before you pinned him down with your arm.
You relented, pulling off his cock and easing up on his prostate.
You wanted him to come on your cock, afterall.
Rafayel gave you a teary look and you pressed a kiss to his inner thigh, scissoring him open. He gave soft little moans of pleasure as he wiggled slightly and you decided it was time to add a third, thrusting all three of them in and out.
“Come on already! I’m so ready for you.” Rafayel whined and you hummed, stretching your fingers out within him and causing him to gasp.
“So eager and desperate for me.” You teased, looking at his teary, flushed face as he pouted.
“Yeah, yeah. I hear you. But come on. I’m dying for this.” Rafayel muttered and you chuckled, withdrawing your fingers and leaning over him to kiss him.
“Well, can’t have that, can we?” You murmured as you fumbled for the strapon and the harness. You finally managed to grab the harness when Rafayel twirled his tongue around yours, causing you to moan.
You drew back and began to buckle the holographic harness. You admired how it seemed to fit your hips and thighs perfectly, accentuating them nicely.
“Where’s my camera? You look divine under the starlight like this.” Rafayel whispered and you grew hotter and wetter with the praise.
“Flatterer.” You lightly said as you lubed up both ends of the strapon, Rafayel watching you hungrily.
You slid one end into yourself, moaning at being filled finally as you clenched around the soft, supple silicone. You nestled it snugly against your mound, securing it with a strap that ran between your folds and the cleft of your ass from the harness to help better hold it in place before feeding the other end through the metal ring. You didn’t really think you needed the harness with the strapless strap, but better safe than sorry, especially when you knew Rafayel would beg to be pounded hard and fast.
“Are you ready?” You asked, adding more lube to the strap, stroking it.
You didn’t want to hurt Rafayel, no matter how much he probably wouldn’t mind.
“Yes. Please.” Rafayel begged with needy eyes.
You shuffled forward, lining up the fake cock with his hole and gently pressing in. Rafayel whimpered as the blunt silicone breached his rim, his cock dribbling against his stomach.
“I rather like you begging.” You teased to distract him, gently stroking his cock as you sank deeper and deeper into him.
“Of course you do. Well, I’ll be sure -hah!” Rafayel cried out as you bottomed out, your hips pressing into his plump little ass.
He shook and you wrapped his legs around your waist, leaning over as far as you could to kiss him and press your forehead to his. The position caused him to whimper as the strapon sunk deeper into him.
“Good?” You whispered and he nodded against you, shivering slightly.
“Y-yeah. So good. Fuck. So deep. You’re all I can, hnng, ah, think about.” Rafayel said with a breathy grunt.
“Good, that’s all I want to hear, aside from my name on your lips and your cries of pleasure.” You whispered, kissing him as he gave a muffled keen.
You sat back slightly to admire your masterpiece, holding his upper thighs as you looked at his blotchy, trembling form, tiny patches of scales beginning to emerge.
Perhaps he was right about getting a camera for this moment, but for now, you would have to sear it into your memory.
You pulled out a tiny bit, watching Rafayel’s face for any signs of discomfort. He huffed and you shook your head, pulling out more before thrusting back in. He threw his head back as he let out a throaty wail and you repeated the motion.
Growing high with the sounds of his little mewls and whimpers of pleasure, you began thrusting in harder, deeper, and faster, using your grip on his thighs to help. You thanked your stamina from being a Hunter as Rafayel cried out for more, clinging to you and kissing at your neck as you bent over him to get a better angle.
“Fuck, right there! Please!” Rafayel cried out and you moaned, the force of your movements causing the strapon to slap against your clit.
You pounded into him, your hips starting to ache with the force of your thrusts.
“So good for me. So sweet and perfect. I’m so glad I found you.” You murmured in his ear, watching as a tear escaped the corner of his eye as he sobbed and tried to kiss you.
You kissed the tear away and nuzzled his face before kissing him properly, instead of the sloppy, desperate mess he was attempting.
“Are you going to cum for me, Pretty Boy?” You cooed and he whined.
“N-no, not without you.” He panted and you couldn’t help but kiss him again.
“There’s a, hah! Shit… fuck… fuck… fuck! There’s a button on the bottom that will make it vibrate!” Rafayel babbled and you slowed your movements, dropping one of his thighs to reach down in between you and feel for the button at the base of the silicone shaft.
You let out a squeal as it began vibrating deep inside of you, pressing against your walls and spot that had you seeing stars and thrusting erratically, the part going into Rafayel vibrating as well against your clit. Soon the two of you were a writhing, panting mess, giving each other sloppy kisses and trying to get the other to cum first.
Of course, it wasn’t like you weren't going to use some filthy, underhanded tactics in your little competition.
You snuck your free hand down between the two of you to begin stroking him in time with your thrusts.
“Hnnng. Not fair.” He mewled, clinging to you harder. You grinned and pressed a kiss to his temple before giving a hard thrust and flick of your wrist around his cock.
He seized up around you and came with a long wail that nearly sounded like whale song, his cock spilling over your wrist and against his stomach. You sobbed as you gave a few more desperate thrusts before stopping as you came, clenching around the vibrating silicone and shuddering.
As soon as you were able to move, you hastily turned off the strapon and pulled out of Rafayel who jumped and whined, his cock giving a weak spurt. You practically ripped off the harness and pulled the strapon out of you, almost at the point of overstimulation.
You crawled up and collapsed next to Rafayel, pulling him to you as you both looked up at the stars through the glass dome of his bedroom ceiling.
“So… new things?” Rafayel asked with a soft smile and you chuckled, kissing him.
“New things.” You agreed, your mind already brimming with all the new things you wanted to try with him.
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You and Sylus make a bet where if you are able to catch him, he will be at your mercy and he is all too eager to play along.
Just let me recharge.
The words kept echoing around in your head as you stared down at him curled against you, face buried in your neck on the couch. You gently rubbed his ears, unable to resist.
After all, it wasn't much longer until the effect wore off, right? You should make the most of it. And with how upset he seemed at you selling him off to another woman and how hard he's been working, perhaps he deserves to be spoiled a bit.
You were scrolling through your phone, beginning to doze off with Sylus' weight against you and his rumbling purr, when you got a text notification from the twins in your group chat.
[Double Trouble-1]
You and Boss look cute together like that
[Double Trouble -2]
You two have been working hard! Have fun!
[Double Trouble-1]
Try getting him some toys!
[Double Trouble -2]
From here!
You had been amused by the twin's antics, wondering how they had seen the two of you before seeing them wave through the back door, but you dropped your phone in surprise as you opened the link to the website. That was certainly not a cat toy website!
You winced as your phone hit Sylus on the head and scrambled to grab it, only for him to capture your wrist and take the phone instead, his tail giving an irritated flick as his ears pressed against his head. That is... until he peered more closely at the screen and let out a low chuckle, clicking on something before turning it around, a pink vibrating strapon filling the screen.
"This is rather cheap, but don't worry. I already have one custom fitted and ordered waiting for us in the bedroom. The rubies and gold will look stunning on you." Sylus purred with a devious smile, tail swaying from side to side as your mouth ran dry at the vision and possibility.
"You mean you've been wanting... that?" You asked in a low voice, desire pooling in your gut as Sylus' smirk widened.
"I have for some time now. It's all about trust and power... isn't it? Of course, I won't make it easy for you. I don't like bad deals, after all." Sylus said, sitting back at the end of the couch as your eyes flashed in understanding and excitement.
If he wanted to play. To let loose knowing that you would catch him and keep him. Mark him as yours. To be free to express himself without being so guarded or afraid you would leave.
You'll give and bet anything for that.
But it would have to be something to catch his interest. And something you would win.
Linkon was your city, and these were your hunting grounds.
"Well Miss Hunter? Do you want to play? You are still my caretaker, after all." Sylus asked, his eye glowing as you grinned up at him in challenge.
"Absolutely. If I catch you in the next twenty minutes, you'll be at my mercy." You said and Sylus' eyes widened imperceptibly as he gave a pleased purr.
"And... if you don't..." Sylus drawled and you held back a shiver.
"If I don't... I will owe you a favor. No questions asked. And no limits." You whispered, Sylus' pupils constricting before dilating.
"Well, well, this bet pleases me. It seems I will benefit either way but... do try and catch me quickly. Your time starts.... now." He whispered in your ear before clicking the timer on your Hunter's watch and disappearing in a swirl of red and black mist.
And the game was on.
You raced out the backdoor, startling the twins as you cast a grin over your shoulder.
“It’s a game! I would wear ear plugs tonight!” You called out as you scaled over the fence, the twins laughing and cheering before you disappeared over the other side, landing on the pavement.
You walked out of the alley carefully to not draw any attention, looking around.
Where would Sylus hide?
You looked up as you felt a tingle, sensing him nearby. Your Evol was still sensitive to his and Sylus had a presence you couldn’t shake. Your eyes narrowed onto the roof of a skyscraper you knew had a rooftop bar and you grinned.
As you walked into the lobby of the skyscraper you were halted by a security guard.
“I’m sorry but…” the security guard said until you held up your Hunter’s Badge.
“There may be some danger on the roof. Can you escort me there?” You said and the security paled before leading you to the elevator and punching in a special code.
“Should I call to evacuate the bar?” He asked and you shook your head.
“This man needs to be brought in quietly. There are no Wanderers nearby and he won’t harm the patrons.” You explained and the security guard nodded in understanding before returning to his post.
You shifted impatiently as you watched the floors rush past you, checking your watch. You still had fifteen minutes.
You just hoped your hunch was correct and he hadn’t escaped yet.
As the elevator opened, you ducked behind a large potted plant on the roof, looking for any sign of Sylus. You found him looking over the edge, strangely turned away from the sidewalk.
Was he that willing to lose a bet? That was no fun.
You quietly crept over, weaving around patrons and waiters until you could run to him. As your hand reached out to grab the back of his shirt, he turned and gave you a smirk, disappearing in a swirl of red and black mist. You swore and looked over the edge to see him on a lower roof top.
You eyed it.
You could make that jump. You’ve done crazier stunts and maneuvers as a Hunter. Your training and constant battling of Wanderers made you quite agile and flexible, making parkour a breeze for you. You glanced over your shoulder to make sure no one was watching before climbing over the railing and leaping, the air rushing past you.
Before you could angle your body to stick the landing, red and black mist grabbed you, depositing you on the very edge of the roof, several feet away from him.
Sylus shot you a cocky smirk as he backed away and you charged at him, your heart pumping as you chased him around the rooftop. He ducked behind a generator, toying with you by lunging in one direction before running in the opposite and you snarled, climbing on top of a nearby turbine to leap at him and tackle him. He laughed, letting you pin him to the asphalt as his ears twitched and the timer on your watch went off.
"You caught me. Are you going to claim me?" Sylus asked with a sly smirk that disappeared when you captured his lips in a heated, rough kiss. He let out a pleased sound in the back of his throat, large hands running up your back until you pulled away for air, nipping his bottom lip.
"Yes." You said breathlessly. "Take us home."
The lights of the city sped past the two of you as Sylus took you deep into the N109 Zone on his bike, but it was still not fast enough. You were burning with the need to take him in so many ways that you were absolutely dripping.
When the two of you parked you were practically vibrating out of your skin with the urge to touch him all over, images of his naked, vulnerable body laid out in front of you flashing in your mind, his eyes simmering with need and want and a trust that you would take care of him and make him as yours.
Sylus unlocked his door, turning with a bow.
“Thank you for escorting me home, My Lady. Have a good night.” Sylus said, kissing your cheek as you stared at him in confusion until you noticed the devious look in his eyes and swishing of his tail.
Brat. So he wanted to push you to see how far you would go, huh?
You grabbed him by his silk tie and pulled him down for a kiss, walking him backwards into the couch.
“I won and I’m claiming my prize now. You will be completely at my mercy.” You crooned as his eyes darkened.
“Is that so?” He asked, his tail curling around your wrist.
“But we didn’t agree that it would be tonight.” He said loftily and you softened, caressing his cheek, watching as he fought not to lean into the touch.
“You’re right, we didn’t. I am having fun playing though, Brat, if you want to continue.” You said softly, Sylus’ eyes flashing with a brief hesitation as he searched yours. You felt him probe at your mind, seeking to understand your desire and you raise your chin proudly.
“What is it you desire, Sylus?” You asked and he groaned, one hand holding your back and the other gripping your thigh.
“You. Always you. I trust you. So show me what you’ve got.” Sylus said in a throaty whisper, baring his neck as he looked up at you.
You leaned down, pressing a kiss on the pulsing vein of his neck that had him shuttering before biting down on it and sucking, Sylus giving a low cry.
“You are mine. Is that what you want to hear, Darling?” You asked and he looked up at you, eyes slightly hazy with his lips parted.
“Yes.” He said breathlessly and you grinned.
“Good boy. Now be a dear and go get naked on your bed, on your stomach.” You ordered and Sylus cocked his head, ears swiveling.
“And if I refuse?” He drawled and you grabbed his chin firmly.
“Don’t. You said you would be at my mercy and I really don’t want to punish you. I want the chance to actually pamper you.” You said and Sylus gave a slow blink that you returned without realizing.
“Alright. I’m curious. Let’s see where this goes.” Sylus said, inhaling your neck briefly before setting you on the couch and standing, his tail swaying from side to side as he began to walk down the hall to his dark bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes as he did so.
You shook your head, enjoying the view as you stood and gave Mephisto a scratch on the head from his perch before following Sylus, resisting the urge to smack him on the ass or grabbing his tail. As you entered the bedroom, you watched him stretch out on his dark bedsheets, arching his back before putting a pillow on his chin and looking over his shoulder at you with half lidded eyes.
“Is this to your liking, My Lady?” Sylus asked, his tail swaying in the air.
“Yes, now be good and wait patiently.” You said before slipping into the ensuite bathroom and rummaging around.
After a particularly rough mission, Sylus had given you a massage with an oil that smelled absolutely divine and you were determined to use that same oil on him. You held back a triumphant cry as you unearthed it and quickly shed your clothes, not wanting to ruin them.
You stepped out of the bathroom completely naked, massage oil in hand as your nipples began hardening and your folds became slick at the heated look Sylus gave you. You crawled on his back, kissing one of his caracal ears that fluttered against your lips as he gave a pleased sigh. You sat down on his mid back, stradling the thickness as you pumped the oil into the palm of one of your hands, rubbing them together to heat it up.
Sylus groaned, his tail brushing against your spine as you kneaded the tense muscles in his shoulders, thankful you had watched several videos after he had given you one, wanting to repay him. You focused on kneading out the tense as Sylus began to slowly relax beneath you, adding more oil as you needed and enjoying the sheen and shimmer it created on his skin in the low firelight of the crackling fireplace.
“A lady massaging her butler? How scandalous.” Sylus said with a breathy chuckle, his eyes closed.
“I am your caretaker still and you worked hard with pampering the kitties. Don’t you deserve the same?” You asked and Sylus’ ear flicked in irritation.
“Am I your pet then?” He drawled, looking back at you and you pinched him before pressing your breasts to his back as you draped yourself over him and kissed his cheek.
“No. You are my precious lover. Or are the hands that only want to make you feel good not good enough for you, Brat?” You asked and Sylus huffed a fond laugh, propping himself up slightly to better kiss you.
“They are better than I have imagined. I can not wait to see what more you have planned, Sweetie.” Sylus said and you smiled, pleased with yourself as you worked your way down his back.
When you reached his ass, he jumped slightly and looked back at you with a smile and raised eyebrow as you playfully groped and massaged the globes of his ass, his tail curling against your cheek. You kissed the tip before working the backs of his thighs and calves, tapping one of his ankles.
“Roll over.” You said and Sylus grinned.
“I’m a cat, not a dog.” He drawled and you snorted.
“I thought you were a crow, but roll over. I want to massage your front.”
“By all means.” Sylus said, finally complying and turning on his back. His cock was hard and leaking against his toned stomach and you dragged a fingertip along the thick vein on the underside.
“Seems like someone is excited for what I might do to them.” You teased and Sylus gave a noncommittal hum and smirk.
You thumbed the precum leaking at his slit before drizzling the massage oil on his plush pecs and abdomen, smoothing it down and rubbing it in as you massaged him, straddling his thighs and feeling them flex under you as he tried not to squirm. You massaged his biceps and forearms, his breath hitching as you took one of his hands in yours, massaging his large palms as best you could before repeating with his other hand.
When you were done, you pinned his wrists to the bed above his head, looming over him with a cocky smile. He drew in a ragged breath, his eyes molten rubies and you gave him a brief kiss.
“Where is the toy you ordered for us that you said would suit me?” You asked and his eyes darkened.
“The chest at the foot of the bed.” He said in a low, relaxed voice, his ears alert in excitement and anticipation.
You kissed his noise as he let out a “mrrp” and you quickly slid off the bed to hide your giggles, going around to the black and gold chest at the foot of the bed and opening to reveal the red velvet insides.
Oh. This was quite the treasure chest. Has he been hiding it this whole time? Greedy man.
Wait. Had he used them on other lovers before you?
You felt a hot surge of jealousy rush through you and you realized how he felt on the boat when you were casually offering him to go to another women’s room.
“They are for us only and relatively new, Sweetie. The cruise had quite the impact on me.” Sylus said, catching your gaze as you looked at him over the lid.
Oh. Of course. Even though you had only known each other for a short time, it still feels like you’ve known him a lifetime or in a past life.
“Your harness and the strap are in the lid. I was… curious.” Sylus said, hands still pressed to the bed where you left them as his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
You felt your thighs become sticky as you remembered him on his knees before you and you bit back a whimper, choosing to focus on the strap on the was proudly displayed on the lid.
The black leather of the harness looked incredibly supple and you traced the engravings of small feathers along the thick strap of the top. In between the feathers were several small, glittering rubies, with two larger ones on the thick thigh straps and outer straps. An golden ring held the double ended dildo with an arched, feather texture to nestle against your clit. The firm silicone was a deep crimson with a swirling marbling of black and gold. At the base was a row of buttons you couldn’t wait to try.
No wonder he said the pink one on the website was cheap.
“Well, what do you think? Is it to your liking?” Sylus asked and you nodded.
“It’s gorgeous. I hope you like it as well.” You said, bringing it over to the bed and sitting on the edge next to Sylus as you decided on your next steps.
“Of course I do. I designed it. After all, it is going in me and you. It should be worthy of the two of us and the bond we share.” Sylus said in a matter of fact tone and you wiped off the excess oil on your breasts before cupping his face and kissing him.
“You have been good. How would you like me to take you?” You asked and Sylus smirked, his eyes glowing.
“Must I choose only one position? I thought you would have more stamina as a Hunter.” He drawled and you snorted, tweaking one of his nipples.
“I do, but I thought I would let you choose first.” You said and he hummed.
“Very well. I wish to see your face instead of being taken from behind like an animal.” Sylus said and you gave him a kiss as a reward.
“Good. I am going to get you ready first and then you will get me ready.” You said and Sylus spread his legs further apart.
“As you wish.” He said and you grabbed the lube from the night stand settling in between his legs.
“Throw me a pillow?” You asked and Sylus placed a pillow near your waiting hand, grunting in surprise when you shoved the pillow under his lower back to prop his ass up.
“The bed is getting slippery.” Sylus mused and you blew a breath across his balls teasingly.
“Like you don’t have a hundred more pillows or sheets.” You said, slicking up two of your fingers and tracing a long line up his cock.
Sylus hissed as you pressed your index finger to his rim, circling it and swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock. You pressed your finger in when you felt him relax enough and sucked his cockhead into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked.
He gave a light cry as his tail twitched beneath you, shuddering and gripping the sheets as you went further down on his cock while pushing your finger in. You pumped the finger in and out as his cock slid across your tongue. As you pressed your nose to the soft thatch of silvery curls at the base of his cock, swallowing around it, you added a second finger and began stretching him.
Sylus gave breathy sighs and moans, thighs trembling on either side of your head as he struggled not to thrust into your mouth, instead rocking back on your fingers. When you added a third, you sucked harshly at his cock, pumping them in and out of him.
“N-no. My Lady. I wish to come only on your cock.” Sylus said in a strangled groan and you pulled off of his cock with a groan of your own as your clit throbbed at the title.
Fuck. This was amazing.
You really needed to win bets more often.
You pressed a kiss to the tip, unable to resist as you gently pulled out your fingers, sitting back on your heels and taking in his flushed and aroused state, splayed out on the bed like a lewd painting of an ancient god.
Perhaps next time the two of you will wear the laurels and feed each other grapes and dates in the water, but for now, you wanted him on his knees.
“Sy… Sylus.” You said, clearing your throat and trying to calm down as his gaze sharpened.
“Yes, Beloved?” He asked in that low, sinful voice of his that had you nearly keening as you ached with want and need.
“Will you… will you get on your knees and help me into this?” You asked, holding up the harness and he groaned with desire, crawling off the bed and onto the floor in one smooth, elegant motion. He crawled toward you, his eyes predatory as his tail lazily moved before pulling you to the edge of the bed and sitting on his knees.
You whimpered at the sight and he pulled your legs apart, tutting.
“My Lady. You’ve made quite a mess here. Allow me to clean it up.” Sylus purred and you moaned as he licked a long strip from your hole to your clit, flicking his tongue against your engorged, throbbing flesh. He parts your folds after putting your legs on his shoulders and buries his face in your wet mound. You mewled, riding his tongue as he made hungry noises and little sighs.
Sylus gathered slickness from your dripping folds on two fingers, sliding them easily into your pussy. You cried out and rode his two fingers as they crooked and pressed deep within, Sylus sucking at your clit until you were cumming with a loud, drawn out moan.
Sylus pulled back, sitting on his heels and licking his slick fingers, taking the remaining slickness of his lips with his thumb and licking that as well as he purred and his ears swiveled.
“Fuck. Good boy. You’re so good. But it’s my turn now.” You said in between ragged breaths as you kissed him and he groaned, sliding the harness up your legs and tightening the straps around your hips and thighs.
“On the bed.” You demanded and he complied, no longer able to wait either with how dark his cockhead was.
You rubbed lube down the silicone, slotting your end into your pussy and moaning as the textured feather brushed your clit.
“Ready? Should we have a safe word? How about Owl?” You asked in excitement as you pressed the tip to his entrance, pulling him half on your knees as he gave a startled laugh.
“Sure, Beloved. But I trust you and oh, how I want this.” Sylus said and you began pushing the silicone strap into him at his admission, watching as he stretched around it. He met your eyes unwaveringly, panting and groaning.
“More.” He asked and you thrust in, hilting yourself as you gave him time to adjust. You moaned as you felt the pressure against your clit and he squirmed, gripping your thighs. You gave a few shallow thrusts and he moaned.
“That’s good, but you can do better.” Sylus said and you huffed, gripping his thighs to get better leverage before you angled your hips and began jackrabbiting into him, causing him to cry out.
“Fuck!” He swore, black and red mist escaping from him as his Evol flickered and his cock bounced on his stomach from your thrusts. You grinned, reaching down to the base of the strapon to turn on all the buttons to their highest setting.
The two of you gave loud groans as the strapon began vibrating and rotating into Sylus with each thrust, the end in your pussy doing the same and the textured silicone feather vibrating against your clit. You weren’t going to last long, but you were determined to make this brat come first.
You reached a hand down to stroke Sylus’ cock in time with your thrusts and he grabbed your wrist, feeling your pulse as he looked up at you with hazy eyes, his mouth tilted back and opening in a cry. Not knowing what possessed you, you leaned down and over him, deepening the angle and biting his neck harshly with your teeth before laving your tongue over the indent and he wailed, cumming between you and shuddering as his Evol tore apart the canopy. You tensed and keened, caught in the vibrations and shuddered as wave after wave of orgasms pulsed through you.
Sylus pressed a shaky hand to the underside of the strapon and turned it off as you withdrew, panting. You didn’t want to show him how winded you were but he gave you a knowing smile, unbuckling the harness and letting it fall before pulling you against his chest.
“Thank you Miss Caretaker. I feel sufficiently pampered now. I should lose bets more often.”
A/N: I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don’t bite so please let me know your reactions and/or what you liked in the comments/tags!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated More pegging favorite characters to come hehe!
Tags: Pegging, Praise kink, No pronouns/ use of Y/N for reader but AFAB terms for genitalia, Bottom Joe Goldberg, Soft Top/ GentleDom Reader
Link to A03 for easier reading: here
Preview:
It all came down to breadcrumbs.
That is, with your lover, you’ve come to learn. It was easy to plant ideas in his head, get him to warm up to something if you just left a few breadcrumbs in the form of books.
And there was something you’ve been dying to try. Something you thought would be beneficial for the both of you. A release.
The two of you met a few months ago when you leased a seedy little sex shop behind Mooney’s. You wanted to expand from having just toys and outfits, to having books as well. Everyone deserves to have a good time with the right tools, knowledge, and consent. So you asked your business “neighbor” where he sourced his books from and although he teased you for the 99 cent harlequin romance novels you could not seem to stay away from, the two of you quickly started dating.
It feels like a whirlwind, but you have picked up on a few things about your lover, Joe Goldberg.
His blatant mommy issues for one. The need to please another. The hidden, fleeting moments of desiring to submit, the final.
Which made you wonder… and grow excited at the possibilities.
Of course you would have to make it his idea… but you were patient.
You could wait.
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You were… cute… the way you had not so subtly been leaving books around the apartment on pegging. The strapons you had left out had also been a bit intimidating but they were also cute. He was picking up what you were putting down and if it would make you happy, then he was game.
But how to go about bringing it up? He couldn’t seem too eager. He still had to be in control. But he could play this game.
Maybe if he brought you lunch at your shop and lingered a bit? Or mentioned reading one of the books you left laying about?
Plan in place, he told Ethan he was going out to lunch, grabbing your favorite from the nearby deli before walking back to your shop, Between the Sheets. Your darkened windows had been plastered with sheet music to hide what truly lay deep in your store and he appreciated the cheeky forethought.
He ducked into your store, walking past the bookshelves he had personally put together, past the lingerie and specialty sheets, to approach the counter you were behind, rearranging some of the body jewelry and… were those nipple clamps?
“I brought you lunch.” He said, holding up the bag with takeout as you smiled and leaned over the counter to kiss him, not a customer in sight just yet.
“Thanks, Sweetheart. You’re so thoughtful and the best.” You said sweetly and he smiled, heart fluttering.
Was this what it was like to be taken care of and adored? Didn’t he deserve to be praised after everything he’s done for you?
You took the bag from him, looking through it, brow furrowed.
“You didn’t get anything for yourself?” You asked and he shook his head. Probably best not to eat anything just yet with what he was planning to do.
“No, I wasn’t that hungry. I’d love to spend lunch with you though, if I won’t be a bother in the store.” He said and you smiled, squeezing his hand.
“You’re never a bother, Joe, and you are welcome anytime. Feel free to poke around. If you see anything you like, I’ll give you a super special discount.” You said with a wink as he chuckled, weaving around the store to make his way to the back wall of dildos and okay, maybe he underestimated the dongsmiths you spoke so highly of.
There was no way that massive thing would fit into anyone, right? And the clear one with confetti hearts… he didn’t want that going into him. But maybe going into you… he should look for one that would bring you pleasure too, although he would be sure to take care of you beforehand.
He stopped in front of a box with a picture of a lilac colored strapless strap, flipping it over to look at the back. Vibrating… one end goes into you… one into… himself, he guessed… it doesn’t look too big… and was a nice enough color. Yup. This is the one. He’s really doing this.
He brought the box up to the counter as you finished your lunch and threw out the trash, sliding it over the glass towards you. You hummed, smiling as you took it and put it under the counter.
“Good choice, Baby. When would you like to try it?” You asked and he grabbed his wallet.
“Is tonight too soon? How much do I owe you?” He asked, a strange flutter of excitement in his belly that confused him.
“Not at all. I look forward to it. The breadcrumbs paid off. As for owing me… a kiss will do.” You said, making your way around the rounded glass counter to wrap your arms around his neck. He leaned in, breathing in your familiar scent and comforting himself.
“You weren’t the most subtle.” He teased before kissing you as you laughed against his lips before returning the kiss. You cupped his face and he couldn’t help but lean into your touch.
“The only thing I ask is that you be honest with me. I don’t want you to do this just because you think it will make me happy. I thought you might like being taken care of for once, but if it is too uncomfortable, then it is more than fine.” You said and he felt himself melt.
You were so sincere and caring. How could he not do this? It could be a fun adventure and he should experience them outside of books.
“No. I want to try. I’ll be over to your apartment at 7?” He asked and you smiled tenderly, giving him another peck on the lips.
“7 it is. Get ready to be spoiled, Joe Goldberg.”
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This was… nice… He thought it was cute how you were fussing over him, giving him a relaxing massage that had him groaning and achingly hard against the sheets. You kissed his shoulder and he melted into the bed even more as you combed through his thick, dark curls and scratched his scalp.
“You ready, Baby? How do you want to start?” You asked and he moaned, rolling over to better face you, soothed by the sweet scent of the massage oil.
“I want to put my mouth on you, first.” He said and you laughed, guiding his hand to your pussy to see how wet you were. He groaned.
Shit, you really were into this, weren’t you? This taking care of him? It felt… safe. Like he could trust you. That he didn’t have to think so hard. Maybe giving into you for a night wouldn’t mean a loss.
He pulled you down unto the bed, settling you against the pillows before crawling between your legs and nuzzling your inner thigh. His other encounters had been hurried, frantic bursts of passion. This was soothing…. Sensual… everything the flowery smutty literature he had read out of curiosity promised… only he was going to be taking seven inches of silicone up his ass in a bit.
He wonders if Mr. Darcy would have done the same for one Miss Elizabeth Bennett, but only fanfiction would know.
Jane Austen aside, your dripping core was calling to him and sure to be sweeter than any honey. He parted your puffy folds with his thumbs before licking a long strip from your hole to your clit, flicking his tongue around it and moaning as you arched.
“You’re so good. So sweet. What a talented boy.” You praised and he whimpered against your cunt. He was good. He was sweet. And talented. Finally, someone that could see.
He might have gotten his hands a bit bloody but it was worth it for this.
He encouraged you to grind against his face and tongue as he slipped two fingers into you easily, pressing against the spot that had you crying out.
“That’s it baby. Right there. You’re doing so good, ah!” You cried out, your thighs clamping around his head as blood rushed in his ears at the praise while you came, clenching on his fingers and thrusting up against his tongue to ride out the waves of pleasure. You released him, pulling him up into a kiss and letting him rest on your chest and you stroked his hair with a smile.
“Still up for your turn?” You asked and he hid in your breasts, face burning with how much he wanted it, his curiosity never abated.
“That’s alright, Sweetheart. You made me feel so good, what can I do for-” You started to say before he cut you off with a kiss.
“No! I want…” He said frantically as you softened and cupped his cheek.
“Alright, we’ll take it slow. I want you to tell me if you feel uncomfortable at any point and we’ll stop. Do you want to face me or on your knees.” You asked and he licked his lips, mouth dry.
“You… I want to look at you… do.. do you want me to call you anything? That’s how it usually goes, right?” He asked. He hadn’t watched much porn but he’s seen it in a few books and overheard customers in your shop.
“If you want to, but it’s just us.” You said, smoothing back his curls and kissing him on his forehead. He squirmed slightly but nodded in understanding, watching as you leaned over to grab the bottle of lubricant you had set out on the nightstand.
You dribbled it on your fingers, rubbing them to warm it up as you pressed a kiss to his stomach.
“Try your best to relax, Sweetheart. Have you touched yourself down here before?” You asked and he shook his head. Not like he’s ever had much privacy and it wasn’t something that really crossed his mind.
You hummed, circling his rim with your slick index finger as you pressed distracting kisses to his cock. He moaned, propping himself up to better watch you as you looked up, sucking his tip into your mouth and pressing your finger into him to the first knuckle.
Okaaaay. That was a bit weird, but not bad. He nodded down at you as you looked up at him with questioning eyes, sucking on his cock while you slid your finger deeper in. Slowly you pumped it in and out as he grew used to it, too distracted by the suction on his cock. Another finger was added and he hissed a bit before relaxing as you rubbed his stomach soothingly and pulled off his cock with lewd, wet pop.
“You are doing so good, Baby. I’m so happy and proud.” You praised and he whimpered, cock twitching at the praise.
The way you said it… it didn’t feel demeaning or mocking. It was warm, loving. It was you.
Maybe this wouldn’t be a one night thing.
You added a third, pressing a spot inside of him he wasn’t even aware he had as you swallowed him down and he let out a desperate gasp, trying not to cum. He didn’t want to ruin this, no matter how good he felt.
You pulled off and he whined at the loss, working your fingers in and out of him and stretching him.
“You can come, Darling.” You whispered and he shook his head.
“No… not yet.” He said in a rough voice. You nodded, pulling out your fingers gently and sitting on your heels. He watched hungrily as you took the strapless strapon out, slathering both ends with lube before sliding the shorter one into you.
“Mmm…” You moaned as you adjusted the curve to settle against your clit, stroking the other end that was going to go into him. Wow. Was it bigger than earlier?
You leaned over, soothing him with a kiss as you rubbed the soft silicone against his rim.
“Ready?” You whispered and he clung to your neck and tried to give you a cocky little grin that you must have seen through because you were cupping his cheek with your dry hand and pressing little kisses around his face. He huffed. He should be the one taking care of you, reassuring you.
“I’m not going to break.” He muttered and you smiled against his cheek.
“I know, my handsome, strong boy. I only want to bring happiness, not pain.” You said as he melted with soft, wondering eyes. He gasped as the head breached his rim, clinging to your neck as you petted his curls, feeding it deeper into him, slowly, gently, until your hips were against his thighs. He trembled, adjusting to it as your hand left his curls to slip behind his back and stroke it.
“Show me what you’ve got.” He whispered breathlessly as you pulled back to look into his eyes, pulling your hips back, the faux phallus dragging against his inner walls in a way that sent sparks down his spine.
You pushed in and he moaned helplessly, eyes fluttering.
“Yeah? Let me take care of you, Sweet Boy.” You whispered, rocking in and out of him as he mewled and whimpered embarrassingly, pulling you close to him so he could hide in your neck.
You let out a moan of your own, dipping your head and kissing his collarbone as your hips began to pick up their pace, the cock rubbing against that spot again. When you began shaking, your thrusts becoming erratic, your lubricated hand snuck around his cock, stroking it as you looked at him and he…
He was exploding. He was on fire. Sparks were shattering across his vision as you urged him to cum for you and he was helpless to comply, arching and cumming with a loud shout, bucking in your hold as tears pricked his eyes. You froze, cumming yourself with a loud moan before pulling out and tossing the strapon off the bed, pulling him into your arms. You rubbed his back and pet his curls as he tried to remember how to breathe.
“That was…” He let out a breathless, happy laugh as you rubbed at the corner of his eyes with a soft smile.
“You were perfect, Sweetheart.” You said and he snuggled in closer the praise giving him a warmth and deep satisfaction as he was safe in your arms.
The two of you lay in content silence until his stomach rumbled and he groaned, burying his face in your chest as you laughed.
“We’ll have to order in. All I have are crumbs of bread.” You said and he grinned.
Maybe he wouldn’t mind a few breadcrumbs.
A/N: Honestly when he gets so submissive and whimpering in the show it does something to me. Thinking of doing a Mommy Kink fic where Joe slips up and calls the reader Mommy! Let me know if you would like to see!! I love interacting with readers in the comments and I promise I don't bite so please let me know your reactions and/or what you liked in the comments!!! Reblogs and likes greatly appreciated More pegging favorite characters to come hehe!
