#moskov

[goszixx]

Deep In Your Eyes

Notes: I saw Granger and Aamon fanart... and now I have ideas

Warnings: Blow job, Gusion being a brat/Dom because I always make him a sub, whimpering, teasing,

Gusion pov:

Is it my imagination? Maybe that’s why it seems like he’s begging me to stay. The Incarnate of Doom, Moskov. The Abyss creature that’s taken my adoring in captivity.

My chest pushed into his back, craving his heated skin under his tight outfit. To say these thoughts haven’t crossed my mind before would be a lie, however I never thought they’d come into fruition.

Was it his volition to get me like this? Stirred up with desire, my tongue eager behind my tainted lips. Lips I wish to use to tease and break the strong man. Our encounter started as a common goal, a need to infiltrate the Abyss, but now everything is different.

The wood of the inn creaked when I put more pressure onto my right foot, leaning closer to the raven. His back was arched, a feeble attempt to pull away from me as he spoke. “Your patience needs discipline, assassin.”

“This is me being patient.” My words were low, caressing the shell of his ear.

“Do you hate this?” I asked, my hand sliding down slightly. I could feel the dents of his arms, the rhythm of his breaths. So many small details I craved for.

His hair was half up, the long locks getting in the way of his face since his mask was off. On his face was a thick scar running over his nose. Less prominent marks were hidden between his clothing. Not that his clothes hid much from how tight they were. If I want to, I can see most parts of his body.

It haunts me.

“You’re too straightforward,” Moskov responded, one of his hands on the bookshelf to our side. Knuckles bent as his nails dug into the wood. A desperate need to release the tension building up.

My hand was on his lower stomach, resisting the small push of his breath. One by one, they came. Each time heavier than the last. “I don’t want to hide it.” I began, my free hand squeezing the brute’s husky arm. “You can always stop me.”

Wet pants left Moskov, his eyes heavy from temptation. Oxygen got caught in his throat as my palm pressed his body back. His hips pushed into mine as a response. “You’re pathetic.” He hissed, his head falling forward when he felt my lips suck his neck.

Moonlight hit his skin in an erotic manner. It lured me in, bewitching me with its purity. Scars from his previous nightmares became soothed by my tongue.

Amatory, the way he choked on his own words as his ass pushed into my erection. As my hand slid down his arm, it squeezed tighter and tighter. His wrist was held in captivity by my desires, desires he could easily extinguish. I pulled his arm back between my chest and his back. Restraining him further as he pressed into me.

“I’m what? Can you repeat that, Mos?”  The nickname purred off my lips. Exposing our familiarity was humiliating to the brute. He wanted to deny, over and over. However, he wanted my affections more.

Throaty and raw, Moskov groaned feeling my naked palm over his clothed erection. “Y-you’re-“ his voice stopped. He couldn’t speak, not with the pressures of my hand teasing his cock. Not with my lips making their way lower down his neck.

He was restrained. Tied by his adoring of me.

“If you can’t talk I have another idea.” I began to release the raven, watching as his hand returned to the wall as a desperate attempt to stand up. But that didn’t matter right now.

I took my hands off of him for a moment, a mere second of vulnerability before grabbing the raven by his hips and pushing him into the bookshelf. A grunt came from him before burring his head into my shoulder. His teeth nipped at my neck, wanting more to taste and touch.

A knee pushed between my legs, pressing onto my groin as hands felt up my body. “Desperate… to touch me.” I whispered, struggling to push out the words between my breaths and dazed eyes.

“You started this.”

“You did, with your teases and your fake indifference.” My hand held his neck, the other hovering over his cheek.

“Seems like your tongue is working now.” I jested, my thumb pressing flat against his lips. They were full, aching from his nervous bites and broken skin. His anxious tendencies made him human, not a demon.

Itching to squeeze hard, my fingers were firm around his neck. Every swallow he made was granted by me, every beat of his heart radiated on my forearm.

 “Open.”

Hesitation made the raven move nervously as he obeyed. He was obedient. It could be from curiosity. Seeing how far I could control him before I let him devour me. Or, it could be from desperation. Our minds have been elsewhere for quite some time, even when infatuated with one another, we still had prior things to attend to.

“Good boy.” The sneaker on my lips made Moskov scoff. “Don’t st-start this, Gusion. Not if you can’t finish it.”

I let him get his words out before my fingers explored his mouth. My thumb on his tongue as my index brushed past the sharp tip of his tooth. They were human, dull fangs of a man who was deemed a monster.

My own gaze clashed with his vermillion perspective. Seeing those crimson eyes glow as they softened in a drunk manner. He was intoxicated, blush cluttering his cheeks at my touch.

Heat flushed me as I replaced my hands with my own mouth. Devouring Moskov as my hand held his neck, the other gripping his lush hair. Fingers clutched my waist, moving my erection back and forth on his thigh.

Our tongues expressed what our lips couldn’t. Naughty and heavy, our thoughts melted from the heat between us. They were replaced with instinct.

As my lips left him, he pulled me back. “Those eyes, they are demanding,” I utter, looking deep within his crimson glare. When mouthing the words, our lips brushed against one another.

I kept staring into those eyes, my hand leaving his neck to drift low. “Why aren’t you taking control? Scared of what might happen if you let loose?”

Moskov watched as I began to take off his shirt, eyes watching my tantalizing movements. He didn’t say a word as his clothes lay beneath his feet. His hands ran over my skin. Whenever he could, he’d steal kisses from me and mark my body.

I bent down to my knees, still fully clothed. A large hand lay on my head before my lips kissed his cock. Hard and throbbing, I rubbed it from the tip to his base.

Our eyes were locked onto each other even as my mouth opened. His cock ran against my tongue, pushing farther into my mouth with each bob of my head.

Moskov groaned from the heat of my mouth, his hand gripping my hair tighter. He tried his hardest not to let his desperation take over. I sucked in air, leaving and entering my nose.

My eyes fluttered open and closed, but even so, his eyes stayed on mine. They were flooded with intoxication and hunger. A hunger that a simple blow job wouldn’t fix.

His breathing began to pick up, a groan leaving him when I pulled him out of my mouth. My hand kept stroking him, watching as his knees struggled to keep their strength. ” I always knew you could be cute.”

The raven grit his teeth, “Put your mouth to work.” Raspy words broke off into moans the closer he got.

“Like this?” I purred, planting a small kiss on the side of his dick. An annoyed sigh pushed past his desperate lips, unable to deal with his arousal.

“N-no. St-stop teasing.”

I smirked, “How about here?” A moan left the raven when his tip pressed into my lips. His body twitched; his pleasure made him struggle to speak again.

His reaction was so needy I had to do it again. Over and over, I gave his tip sloppy kisses, pumping him faster until Moskov couldn’t take it anymore.

His hand pulled my hair as cum stained my face and chest. Pants left his lips as I stroked him through his orgasm. My thumb wiped some of his cum off my cheek, looking into Moskov’s eyes as I pressed it flat on my tongue.

I rose to my feet with a smirk on my face. “It must be humiliating. I’m fully clothed while you’re completely naked.” My hand caressed his cheek, my eyes looking down at his lips.

“Do you want more-.” Before I could finish, his lips found mine again. Rough hands squeezed me, bringing me in closer to quenching all his longing desires.

As always, the longing deep in his eyes burned bright. Something I’d never get tired of seeing.

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[danceskelly]

February 2020, Part 2

Tried making a lineless work

[serenitykda]

Carmilla and Cecilion

Selena and Moskov

[ariesterix]

Moskov: It's so dark, I can't see a thing.

Pharsa: oH nOooO, tHaT mUsT bE tErRiBlE

Estes: *muffled snickering*

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[koshujins]

i wasted my entire day on this fuck my life tag urself im karina over there eating popcorn lol

[goszixx]

Give in

Notes: My b, died for a bit :p

Warning: Threesome, face riding, masturbating (Male R), teasing? Idk

How much does it take for them to surrender? Your hands caressed both their cheeks, lining their jaw with your index before allowing their heads to fall. Each word that came from your lips held their attention. “Are you still ok with this little game?”

Your eyes lingered on each separately, one stared at you with a flushed face and hooded eyes. His hazel hair was neatly done, his hands cuffed behind his back as he shook his leg eagerly. The crimson on his cheeks dripped down his neck, exposing the secret enjoyment he felt in such a situation. Unlike his normal outfits, the one he had on was simple, easy to take off. “Are you, Gusion?” The brunette nodded feverishly, struggling to not hide his anxiousness.

With a sweet smile, you turned your head to your other partner. His long dark locks framing his ebony skin. It was a rich yet pure color. Sadly, that flawless skin was cursed with a scar across it. Engraved from years ago, it stained the man. His lips, full and reddened, they tugged into a small smirk. “If this is what you want.” He answered in a cocky manner. He was under the impression that you’d be easy on him, or that you can’t go through with the deal they made. The three of you made a bet that you couldn’t take control, or at least not well.

Gusion, always eager to please, was your first on the list. The two men sat side by side, both awaiting the first command. “Gusion my dear, would you like me to touch you?” The question obviously had a sort of caveat, however the brunette didn’t care. Being restrained made his skin burn, his face a light pink. It was beginning to drive him insane. He nodded a few times, failing to keep his excitement at bay.

You took a seat on the edge of your bed, your legs crossed after adjusting the waist line of your favorite panties. The matching set has seem better days, yet drives your men crazy.

A thought ran in your mind seeing Moskov look up and down at you with lust glowing from his crimson stare. At first, you were going to tease Gusion the way you always had, however, today will be different. “My dear.” You cooed, getting the brunette’s immediate attention. “Lay down for me.” The command was heard loud and clear. With his hands cuffed he crawled forward. He laid by his back in front of the bed, his hands over his head.

He couldn’t help how his eyes traced over the curve of your ass as you stood above him. Realization settled in his mind, watching your delicate fingers pull on the sides of your panties, slipping off the fabric before tossing it in Moskov’s direction. The raven’s eyes lingered on the stained cloth, the wet stain prominent and distracting.

In a taunting manner, your hips lowered onto Gusion’s face, your thighs planted on each side. Your hands squeezed his hips as your cunt dripped over his face. It hovered, taunted him as your stare clashed with Moskov’s. The man’s hands were still confined in their cuffs, his legs crossed as he adjusted his lap slightly.

“Please…” Gusion uttered as his tongue peaked from his lips. He wanted it, your cunt on his tongue, using his face to give yourself undeniable pleasure. The thought made his body twitch, making a tent form in his pants. Softly, your hands rubbed up and down his hips. “Do you want to be a good boy, Gusion?”

You could feel Gusion’s cheeks rub against your thigh as he feverishly nodded. “Please, Mommy. Let me be your good boy-“ The wealthy man was cut off in a heart beat. His tongue pressed against your cunt sinfully, his saliva mixing with your arousal as he began to make small circles. His hands squeezed your thighs tightly as you sat completely still.

Twitching, Gusion’s legs began to shift uncomfortably as his tongue worked on your pussy. He enjoyed every second of it, hearing your small moans and groans as he licked every inch of your cunt. Muffled, his pleasure could be heard and felt on your folds. With your gaze shifting from the lustful stare of Moskov, one of your hands fell on Gusion’s thigh, making its way to the bulge in his pants. Your gazed flicked back up to the raven, his chest and shoulders tensed as he watched every move you made.

One finger was all it took to have Gusion buckling under your lower lips. Your thumb pressed on the bulge softly before running down it at a slow rate. “Does my good boy feel that good eating out Mommy?” Once again you could feel Gusion nod, his tongue moving up and down over and over. It bumped your clit, making you stifle a moan.

“If only Moskov was a good boy, he’d get this kind of treatment too.” The raven’s back straighten from the words, his eyes wide as a bit of crimson adds to his ebony skin. So pretty, yet so dangerous. “Do you want to be Mommy’s good boy, Moskov?” Your words echoed in the air, complimented by the stifled noises from Gusion’s lips. He kept working on your cunt, while the raven remained speechless.

“Come here, baby.” You called, your finger gesturing him closer between Gusion’s legs. Something about seeing the raven struggle to crawl towards you, made you smirk. His lips pursed together before turning into a frown, “You know how I feel about pet names…” Moskov trailed off, scarlet lightening on his cheeks.

A chuckle came from your lips as your palm placed flat on Gusion’s trapped erection. His moan broke through your cunt as you cupped him. A faint trace of your body heat lingered on his bulge, but it was more then enough to have him whining. “Put your hand on mine, baby.” You urged as you begin to rock your body back and forth. Your hand grinded up and down Gusion’s throbbing cock while your hips began to rock on his tongue.

With hesitation, the raven put his hand over yours, adding pressure to Gusion’s aching cock. “Fuck.” Gusion hissed, his tongue starting to probe inside of you. He needed more, he wanted to taste you and be touch… touched by

His head began to spin the longer his cock was played with. He wanted more, he wanted… he needed… “Mommy… can Moskov please touch me…” the brunette begged, his hips jetting back and forth to meet the hands of his lovers’.

You leered at the request, watching Moskov’s eyes narrow on the throb of Gusion’s cock beneath him. “What was that, my dear?” You teased again, pressing down on the bulge.

It was so cute watching Gusion stutter under your clit. “C-Can Moskov touch my cock Mommy?” The brunette cried before slamming his tongue back inside you, going deeper then before. You couldn’t help but hump Gusion’s face, matching his eagerness as your hand left his pants. Shakily, Moskov’s hands tugged and pulled on Gusion’s pants until his cock sprung free.

“Good boys.”

Your words echoed in Moskov’s mind as his finger traced the precum dripping from Gusion’s cock. He slowly pumped him, bringing his rough hands up and down the scorching skin. With each thrust he could feel the veins on Gusion’s erection, his flesh sticky from how much the brunette oozed all over him. “You’re so needy.” Moskov commented, his eyes lazy and cheeks reddened. His other hand gripped Gusion’s thigh, squeezing the skin as he watched you ride his face.

An apology brushed your cunt from Gusion’s lips, he was too sensitive to mouth the words properly, too horny to care. You knew he wouldn’t last long and neither would you from how his tongue moved inside of you. Each time he went inside, he’d try to taste more, greedy for your juices.

“Do you want to be my good boy, Moskov? Give in.” You demanded, eyeing the erection raging in his pants. Humping Gusion’s face, your chest rested on his abdomen. Before your face was the cock Moskov was pumping desperately. What a filthy sight.

You reached out your hand between Moskov’s legs. “Are you a good boy Moskov? Hump Mommy’s hand.” The demand didn’t go unheard. As you cupped the raven’s erection, his body reacted on its own. His hips met your palm roughly. He desperately pushed into your hand, so much so that the tip of his cock poked out from his pants. “I want to be Mommy’s good boy.” Moskov cried out as his precum oozed from his reddish tip. He looked so pretty, sweat beading down his neck as his bangs stuck to his forehead. Teeth tore into his plump lips as he rode your hand the best he could.

The tongue inside of you devoured your dripping cunt. The juice making a mess of the brunettes face and chest. Crimson stained his skin, his hand clenching the fat of your ass and thighs.

“What good boys, giving into Mommy’s desires.”

[koshujins]

Congrats im gay now