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yuji itadori is into cum play. he loves to fuck you through your lacy underwear, pushed down just enough for his dick to ease into your hole, clinging so greedily around him. it never stays on for long though; soon your panties end up discarded somewhere as he loses himself in you, soft squelching sounds filling the room while your cunt swallows him whole, milking him down to the base of his balls.
he ruts into you slowly at first, building a rhythm, increasing the snap of his hips for a minute before easing back again, only to drag more orgasms out of you. he watches closely, drinking in every reaction, the way your release mingles with his as he finally spills into you. his eyes stay fixed there, transfixed as it leaks out of you, your pussy fluttering and spasming around him while he bottoms out once more. the natural curve of his cock presses into your g-spot, pulling a broken, lewd cry from your throat—your body overwhelmed, your mind going hazy from the way he fills you so completely.
your nails dig into the skin of his back, nearly drawing blood with how tightly you cling to him, pleasure coursing through you in waves. and despite how filthy he is with you, his eyes remain soft, gentle, almost innocent. you know without a doubt that if you showed even a hint of discomfort, he’d stop immediately.
when he finally pulls out, his cock rests heavy in his hand, flushed pink and still pulsing from the way he just came inside you. his fingers curl loosely around the base as he drags the tip along your lips, painting you with slow strokes, letting it tap and press against your swollen pussy.
he isn’t finished; he hasn’t finished showing his appreciation for you yet.
his cock is still overstimulated, leaking from the tip. with a quiet groan, he lets the last of it spill over you, ribbons of white landing across your chest, your tits bouncing softly with every small movement you make beneath him. only then does he sag forward, exhausted, dropping into the crook of your shoulder as he catches his breath. his voice, when it comes, is rough and low, carrying a rasp like the sound of an ocean from far away.
“you’re so good… you know that, baby.” he breathes against your heated skin, his voice completely earnest.
his lips follow his words, pressing soft kisses along your skin, teeth grazing lightly before he sucks and nips, leaving faint bruises that bloom beneath the surface.
he drifts lower, mouthing at your chest, his tongue circling your areola before trailing between your breasts, licking up the mess he made. he hums softly at the taste, teasing you again, never quite letting the moment rest.
his breath stays warm against your already flushed skin, each low pant and drawn-out whine blending with the way his large hands roam, insistent, fingertips guiding your body however he pleases. and you let him, folding so easily beneath his touch, giving yourself over completely, a puppet to his touch.
you know what he wants, and you want it just as badly. you crave the taste of him, the look on his face when you give in. your fingers drift down your body, smearing what’s left behind before scooping from your inner thigh. slowly, deliberately, you bring two coated fingers to your mouth, pushing them past your lips with a soft, satisfied sound as you taste him.
his gaze sharpens instantly. his hazel eyes darken as he watches you, your tongue sliding over your fingers, savoring every bit. the sheets twist in his grip, his hand fisting the fabric so hard you can feel the tension from the veins on his arms bulging. when he speaks, his voice is low and strained, thick with want and desire.
“you’re so perfect… you’re gonna be the death of me, baby, you know that?” his lips dip into your space, the taste of his sticky release still lingers when he pulls you into a kiss. it’s messy and urgent. his lips move against yours in a rush, his tongue slipping past to tangle with yours, swallowing every sound you make. his hand presses into your waist, dragging you flush against him as he chases the last traces of himself on your lips.
you barely manage to speak through the haze, your voice soft, dripping with warmth as you coo so softly.
“i’m yours, yuji.”
something in him shifts at that. his eyes flick up, and his hands come to cradle your jaw, firm but fingertips gentle and featherlight against your skin. he kisses you again, deeper this time, like he’s trying to take everything you’re offering and hold onto it.
slowly, he moves down your body, settling between your thighs. his hands spread wide as he lifts your legs over his shoulders, holding you open for him. when he looks up, his pupils are blown wide, his grin crooked and bright, devil-like in the way his face is feral, and his mouth tilts just enough to border on cocky. his hair sticks to his forehead, his skin flushed from everything he’s feeling.
“and i’ll forever be yours.”
he presses a soft kiss to your thigh before glancing back up, extending his pinky toward you with a playful tilt of his head.
“it’s a pinky promise.”
you can’t help but smile, hooking your finger around his.
“it’s a deal,” you reply.
he laughs, warm and breathless against your skin.
“that’s my girl.”
then he’s right back between your thighs, mouth finding you again, still slick and sensitive from everything you’ve shared. his lips press against your pussy, teasing your clit as his hands knead at your thighs, reassuring you even as you squirm. every so often his palm lands in a soft smack against your ass, just enough to make you jolt for him.
his tongue works into you, slow at first, then deeper, pulling another orgasm from your body as your release spills against him. he doesn’t let up, his nose brushing your clit while his tongue moves in and out of your pretty hole, fucking you with his tongue, tasting everything, all of your sweetness mixed with his own.
and whenever you try to close your legs, to squirm from the pressure, his hands are quicker, palms steady and fingertips splayed wide, holding you open. sometimes though, he lets you trap him, lets you lock around him, squeezing your thighs tight around his head just to hear the way he groans, muffled and needy, completely lost in suffocating in your heat.
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It had been a week since the farmer announced that you and your barn mates were ready to be bred for the first time.
At first, the lot of you were excited, some even ovulating and ready to breed. One of your friends had her tail lifted up, and it swayed softly as she sighed.
“Can’t you imagine it, being bred by a handsome bull? Do you think they’d want to settle and become mates?”
You rolled your eyes, swatting her thigh with your tail. “Not likely. Most bulls are just looking for a heifer to breed and toss aside for the next one. You’ll be lucky if they give you more than a few minutes of your time.”
An older cow had warned you many times that bulls liked to play with young heifers’ hearts, and that if you wanted to live a peaceful life on the farm, then you’d just breed and go about your day.
That’s what you told yourself out of fear of getting your heart broken… until the day finally came to breed.
All the other heifers were filling themselves up, brushing out their hair and tidying themselves up. The pheromones wafting through the barn were thick, almost stifling.
This all changed when the bulls walked in. They were big, bulky, and honestly? Terrifying.
They walked in with confidence, eyeing the new heifers with keen, sharp eyes that told you they were more than experienced when it came to breeding.
“Alright, who’s first?”
All the heifers shivered at the authoritative tone of voice. They had never been spoken to in such a way. The farmers they’ve had in the past had always been gentle, giving their bottoms hearty slaps as they herded them into the barn.
These bulls didn’t look like they even knew what the word gentle meant. They knew how to work with an inexperienced heifer, how to breed them into submission and stuff them full of cum.
You looked on with a mix of nervousness and curiosity. The bulls were definitely handsome, and despite their rough way of speaking, the way they tried their best to look a bit smaller told you that maybe they weren’t as bad as you had been told.
Before you could retreat to observe them from the back of the stall, you were shoved out into an open space, landing in the arms of one of the bulls.
“A volunteer. Cute one too.”
You yelped as your ass was groped, the bull squeezing it lightly before inspecting your face. “Little heifer, no need to be nervous. Gonna put a calf in you, alright?”
“Quite small, ain’t she?”
Another bull approached you from behind, lifting up your tail to get a better look at your fat ass. “Perfectly plump too. Got them child bearing hips… mmm…”
The feeling of a cock rubbing against your panties made your body freeze up. They both cooed at you, already able to sense your pheromones spiking. “Someone’s begging to be fucked silly, huh?”
One of the bulls traced circles over your clothed clit, laughing as you blubbered our half hearted pleas for them to let you go. “Hush, heifer. You’re soaking my hand, gotta breed that fat cunt of yours.”
Before long you were being hoisted up, a big fat cock pushing against your pussy. It was huge, and you were sure it would tear your body in two!
“Sure this little thing can take it?” another bull asked, this one playing with your clit as the other two bulls prepped your hole. “Smallest heifer in the herd I’ve seen so far…”
“She’ll take it.”
And with that, he rutted into you, stretching your fat pussy out as he bounced you on his cock. It was painful at first, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes, but your body was built for this. You were made to be bred by bulls, to get pregnant and produce milk and calves.
You felt your pussy gush as he fucked into you, biting into your shoulder. “That’s it, baby. Cream on my cock, lemme hear you cry out for me.”
You were passed around by the bulls, feeling so full and happy. As you were bent over and groped by another bull, you let out the prettiest of moans.
“God, that’s it, that’s a good heifer. Take my load, fuck…”
A bull took one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling as another mounted and bred you thoroughly. Before you were a virgin, and now you were being fucked by so many different cocks that you could barely think.
They rolled you onto your tummy, lifting your ass into the air and eating the cum out of your pussy, wanting to give you a nice and fresh creampie and hoping their’s would be the load to impregnate your fertile womb.
All the other heifer’s watched in awe and jealousy as the bulls kept their attention on you, unable to spare a second glance to the others. You were so cute, a small, chubby little heifer that was perfect for beating calves. How the hell were they supposed to breed anyone else when you were bouncing on their cocks?
By the end of the breeding session, your belly was distended, stuffed full of cum. None of the other heifers were bred because the bulls were way too busy doting on you after they all got a turn.
Now, as your belly began to swell with a calf and your tits got heavy and full, the bulls couldn’t help but cum all over and in you. Your pretty mouth and pussy was always keeping someone’s cock nice and warm.
Drinking milk from your fat and heavy tits was the best part of their day. They had to test your milk to make sure it was high quality… and they also just wanted to suck on your nipples.
After all, you were their perfect little breeding cow. None of the other heifers compared to you, none as sweet and soft and pretty. If anyone had a problem, they could take it up with the bulls.
You sat on your bed, being fed strawberries as your belly was massaged.
Maybe that older cow was wrong, because these bulls adored you with their entire heart… and you were excited to be thoroughly bred again once you gave birth.
You were a cow hybrid after all, and needed to produce lots of milk and calves. Being a breeding cow was your job…
Originally I wanted to announce this alongside the release of Going Under, or even during their debut anniversary day itself, but I felt that would steal attention away from the fic itself and I actually forgot to write this announcement, but to make it official: as part of IZ*ONE’s 7th anniversary celebration…
Welcome to 12 Days of IZ*MAS 2025.
Inspired by the OG creator iz/iznsfw (we miss u please come back pookie) and prael’s 12 Days of Praelmas, the plan is to release a fic for each IZ*ONE member leading up till Christmas—in age order. So 12 fics for 12 days straight! In addition to that, if you had any idea/prompt in mind for any of the members, you can commission me to write them at a lower price than usual! Doesn't matter what type of story it is, if its for any of the 12, I'll do it. (I need Christmas money for presents too :>)
Most of my rules when commissioning still apply, so please give them a read or inquire with me before pushing through. Availability for commissions is open until December 1st, and all stories will be at least 5-7k words in length (hopefully) so I can finish the whole thing on time. If a member/multiple members don’t have any story or slot taken, I will fill them out myself (already have ideas/prompts if slots aren’t taken). I really wanted to do Kinktober this year but IRL responsibilities and Legends ZA dropping at the same time showed me that was never in the cards, so this is the closest alternative I can do, especially since I just finished the game and learned about AFK shiny hunting. Maybe next year though.
The series proper will begin on December 13th, so please look forward to it! Hopefully this is more than enough to actually cause a reunion at MAMA 2025 (huffing more copium than Ferrari fans right now). See you on the other side!
There she stood, so gracefully knelt before your lecherous eyes, her figure veiled by indecency. A pink corset, complemented by a devilish pair of similar toned panties, a sight further enhanced by the alluding white-socks that extended past her thighs. The room was elegant, crowded by extravagant objects and classical themes - the most expensive 'suite' ahead of a collection of hotel rooms - one facilitated by your wallet, of course. She made sure of it.
— " Yes. I want you to film me sucking it. I want you to grab your phone, and treat me like your personal pornstar. "
Sabrina claimed, her lips growing closer, her patterned breathing colliding with your bare legs. Her hands stood near it, nails grasping and punctuating across your flesh, teasing the nature of your hues. Yet, her eyes never once left your own.
She proceeded. Hands trailing above, nails dashing before your skin, trailing a predatory path towards your urging manhood. Pungent, filthy.
— "There you go! Point it at me! Right there, I want her to see it."
She did little to conceal her intentions, even if she tried muttering her words. Sabrina grasped control of your shorts, swiftly disposing of them. Such a graceful motion, like she had done it many times prior. Her eyes began to water, the intoxicating smell of an unwashed prick permeating her nostrils.
— "I'm going to drain this filthy cock of yours. This delicious piece of meat."
The woman claimed, her hands asserting possession of your manhood - stern and harsh - a vicious hold of jealousy, of necessity. She approached, the breathing colliding with your flesh, the scent embracing your own - sweet and salty - and a kiss followed. Mellow, tender, devilish. Her lips embellished your tip, the pink lipstick forever marking your rod, eternally making it her own vessel of milk and desire.
— “So fucking delicious. So fucking salty."
She muttered, instinctively. She appeared seduced by it - by the idea of usurping it, claiming it as her own toy. Another followed, and another. Kisses that grew in adoration, passion, obsession.
Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine, Mine!
The words kept crowding her judgment.
She persisted, trailing bellow, lips and tongue dashing across your length, saliva crowding her mouth, and yet she did little dismiss her devotion. Her grasp grew tighter, her eyes frantically steered between the prick below, and the one holding the camera.
— "Oh, that poor girl. She isn't woman enough to take such a deliciously stinky cock. Don't worry, girlie pop. I'll take care of his needs for you."
Sabrina claimed, her words suggested innocence, purity, yet her tone was immediately contradicted by the nature of her actions. Her lips pushed - perfectly embracing the shaft, sliding so effortlessly, like they were specifically made to work your cock. Purposely created to embellish your cock.
This commission is owned by Kate Hart. As the original writer, I strictly forbid any form of reproduction, replication, or translation of my stories without my explicit consent.
Pairing: beast oc (Alaric) x f!reader
Summary: This is a story with Beauty and the Beast vibes. You live in a grand castle with a beast named Alaric. One day, you accidentally touch him and a glowing rose tattoo appears on your skin. Alaric explains that the tattoo is a sign of a curse that binds the two of you together. You can't get more than a few steps away from him without feeling pain and arousal. Forced to stay close, you both succumb to your feelings and the deep connection between you.
Warnings: 18+, mid-eighteenth century story, true love curse, beauty and the beast vibes, magic tattoo bonding, virgin reader, oral (fem receiving), foreplay and stimulation, p in v sex, big 🍆, belly bulge, knotting, lots of 💦.
I completely forgot to post this commission! Enjoy!!
Château d'Azay-le-Rideau, France - 1750
“Make it stop!” you groaned, wide eyes on the Beast, who stood calmly by the fire, his large, furred form casting long shadows over the walls. “Please, just… make it stop!”
“I cannot do that.” Came his voice, steady and infuriatingly husky.
The moonlight shone through the castle's grand windows, pouring glittering beams across your body as you paced back and forth, the tap of your boots echoing on the sleek floor. Your fingers moved nervously against the mark on your wrist, the delicate rose pattern twisting and developing, shimmering softly against your skin. With each passing second, the flower vines extended further up your arm, emitting a sweet warmth.
It all began a year ago with a professional agreement. The Beast was Lord of the Castle and needed someone to govern it. You were that person. You lived in his huge fortress and worked as his chamberlain. But what began as a rigid work agreement quickly turned into closeness.
In the past months, you’d grown used to his company, you were after all, alone in a huge castle with no one but a few servants to talk. He’d gifted you his enormous library, a beautiful haven of literature. He also spent time with you every day, taking you on walks to the gardens, organizing big dinners, music nights, and theatrical nights. You’d been foolish to allow yourself to get comfortable, to hover close enough and be tempted to touch him.
But his fur had appeared so silky and inviting. What was one touch?
You'd succumbed to the temptation and touched him, curved your small palm over his massive arm.
A moment later, all order unraveled.
A weird tingling sensation had begun to emerge from your wrist, and as you looked down, a red rose began to light softly, its delicate petals winding up your wrist, its thorny vines snaking out, tracing your skin with intricate detail. The tattoo was enchanted and even now— it continued to spread on your arm.
Oh, how foolish and naive you had been! To approach him so carelessly, hovering so close that his mere presence seemed to draw you in. It was foolish to give in to your curiosity, reaching out to touch him despite the warnings. And now, this—this thing—was strangely connecting you to him in ways you couldn't fathom.
The Beast—no, Alaric, as he was once known—kept staring at you like an idiot, his sharp features unreadable. He didn’t even look troubled. Why would he be? For once, he wasn’t the one in trouble. He rather enjoyed it, wicked Frenchman that he was. Yet as you glanced at him, you felt another spark, a liquid warmth in your belly. His form, massive and imposing, stood out against the moonlight, making the entire hall feel smaller, more intimate.
Alaric had been cursed long long ago, cursed to find misery, coldness and no love. His face was no longer that of a beautiful Prince but of a beast with horns, sharp teeth and lion’s mane. He was massive and muscled, with strong legs and a wolf-like tail. His clothing was still royal, tailored to fit his form. He looked as elegant and well-groomed as possible.
With an exasperated groan, you stroked your wrist harder, the glow intensifying with each stroke of your fingers. "Damn! Why doesn't it stop?! Please, stop it!"
He spoke with a long sigh, his voice low and rumbling. "I told you I cannot do that."
"You can't or you won't?"
"It's the mark of the curse…" His glance swept across your wrist. "There is no undoing it."
Your heart sunk at his words. You were aware of his curse but had no idea it could be transmitted through touch. Damnation! And damn the warmth of the mark, affecting your whole body. It felt warm and wet between your thighs as if a fire was spreading beneath your skin, connecting you to him. Every pulse of fire reminded you of your error.
“I… I didn’t ask for this!” you protested, rubbing at the mark as if you could wipe it away with sheer willpower. “I was just—just curious! I did not want to be cursed.”
“You touched me, therefore now you will pay. You are bound to me.”
You shot him a sharp look, waving your pulsing wrist in the air. “You could have warned me that I’d get cursed just by touching you!”
He chuckled, the sound deep and rich. “But I did warn you not to touch me, didn’t I? You were simply too curious.”
“I thought you were goading me, challenging me! You didn’t mention the part where I’d be magically tethered to you like a pet on a leash,” you snapped despite the lingering warmth in your chest.
“You are wild and untamed. Always speaking back to me, always doing as you please. It’s your fault, little one.”
“Still…” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “A little heads-up would’ve been nice.”
“Where would the fun in that be?”
“Oh, yes, this is so hilarious. I’m cursed with a pulsing tattoo— it glows like a freaking beacon by the way—and you’re not in the least concerned.”
“The mark will stop glowing once you accept it.”
“I’ll never accept it!”
Alaric sighed. “The curse cast upon me ensured I would never be loved. I was cursed to live as a beast, hated and feared... alone."
You gazed at him, the weight of his words hurting your heart. His formidable, imposing frame suddenly appeared fragile.
“However,” he continued, “there is a way… for the curse to wane. Not to break it entirely, but weaken its grasp. The curse weakens—forever— when I am touched by someone who genuinely loves me.”
“So… this mark…”
Alaric nodded. “It means you are the one fated to love me. And because of that, the curse has loosened its grip on me. Though I can never return to the man I once was, I can have love.”
Your eyes welled with emotion, but you refused to cry in front of him. “So… this is permanent?"
Alaric hummed and stepped close, his towering frame suddenly feeling much too close. “I’m sorry… but you are now bonded to me, my thorny rose,” he purred. “Alas, you could have worse company, no? And the mark… I think it’s quite beautiful.”
You stared at him in disbelief. “Beautiful? It’s so big and so… damn hot!”
“That temper of yours…” he sighed softly, in a way a beast like him never would. “Of course it makes you hot. The closer we are, the more it will affect you. It’s a sign that our bond is… flourishing.”
You blinked, rubbing your thighs together at the effect of his deep voice, presence and scent. “Flourishing? My wrist isn’t a garden, Alaric. This is my skin. And I assure you, it’s not supposed to glow.”
“We are connected. The curse… it has tied our fates together. The more we fight it— both of us— the more painful it will become."
You swallowed hard. “And if I… don’t fight it? Will it stop and leave my skin?”
“No. Never, little one. The mark will just settle there, binding you to me, fully and irrevocably. But… I’m afraid we cannot stray far from one another without feeling pain.”
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
His lips curled, showing just the barest flash of sharp teeth. “Immensely.”
Stupefied, you spun around, intending to get some fresh air but the moment you moved away, a sudden, scorching pain went through your chest, making you gasp. He was there instantly, steadying you with a large, clawed hand. You curled into his body, sighing pleasantly at the feel of his fur against your skin. It felt so good, warm and inviting, his musky scent tantalizing your senses. You hadn’t realized it but your hands were buried in his forearms, holding him to you.
“Foolish one,” he muttered, his breath warm against your temples. “What did I just tell you?”
“Alaric…” you sighed, meeting his eyes with reluctant acceptance. “Make it stop, please, make this ache go away.”
A low chuckle escaped him as he rubbed your wrist, feeling the warmth pulsating beneath your skin and tracing the delicate rose mark. The rose's delicate vines had wrapped themselves around your forearm, growing faintly. You bit back a moan, despite everything, you felt the pull—the odd bond that bound you to him, pulling you nearer to him with each breath.
“Ah, yes… it can be intense. Every step you take away from me will only bring more pain, more desire pooling deep inside.”
“Deep inside?”
Alaric raised a brow, a glint in his eyes. “Hmm, deep inside your cunt. I can scent your sweet arousal. Always could scent your need for me.”
You looked away. His words made you wet. Tenderly, he turned your face back to him. There was no hiding your blush or emotions.
“The curse bound us together. Two halves meant to be one. And if we give in…” he trailed off, his huge palm framing your face. “Would it be that bad?”
The tension in the room shifted as he stood there, with you in his arms, the strange pull between you palpable. Were you truly the one for him? Your heart stuttered. The idea of being physically and emotionally bound to Alaric—a beast of both grace and power —was captivating.
And the more you thought about it, the more your heart and body betrayed you. Oh dear… Yes, you wanted him. You wanted him with every ounce of your soul. Right on cue, the tattoo—its once glowing petals and vines now settled into a permanent black design that curled up your forearm. Becoming a part of you.
You didn’t resist when Alaric scooped you up, carrying you through hallways to his private chamber— a huge, opulent bedroom with polished wood and velvet furnishings, tapestries hanging on the walls, and a stone fireplace crackling in the corner. The bed was the largest piece of furniture in the room; it had a dark purple canopy covered in silk and velvet covers making it appear incredibly soft and inviting.
Alaric lowered you on the plush bedding and he came to rest beside you, his body half-looming over you, massive yet tender and protective. His eyes, golden and intense, settled on you then down to the rose mark. His fingers, clawed but surprisingly gentle, traced the rose before his tongue brushed a petal of the tattoo, feather-light, sending a shiver of electricity racing up your spine.
You watched, breathless, as he nuzzled and licked every petal, every vine, every thorn, his muzzle soft against your skin. The heat of his breath warmed you as he worked his way up your forearm, his mouth following the intricate lines of the rose, savoring every inch of it. With each kiss, your pulse quickened, your body shamelessly hot, your pussy dripping slick.
“Alaric…” you said in a sultry voice you could hardly recognize.
“Easy. We’ll take it slow, my thorny rose.”
As he said that, his lips hovered just inches from your collarbone. His tongue darted out, tracing the delicate indentation at the base of your neck. A sweet gasp escaped you as he licked a slow, tortuous trail down the round tops of your breasts, pulled up by your corset and your bodice. The laces on your bodice came undone, the corset disposed of in seconds as he skillfully drew the fabric down your waist, exposing your breasts to the cool air and his hungry gaze.
Your body arched closer to his, your nipples hardening into tight, aching buds. His eyes locked onto yours before he bent down and let his tongue trace the underside of each mound. You whined, burning so fiercely with desire as he licked the around your areolas. Teasing and exploring. Never quite getting to your sensitive nipples.
“Alaric,” you warned, thrusting your chest to his mouth.
“How I love it when you call my name.”
And with that, he licked one tiny bud, causing your body to shiver with want. Your hands gripped his horns, keeping him in place as he lapped one nipple, sucking wetly, his saliva and scent mingling on your skin. He did the same with the other nipple, and your body melted into his, hips arching up, breasts thrust sweetly into his lips.
You were lost in passion and he was only touching you.
You craved more. You wanted to touch, feel, and own every part of him.
Boldly, your hands slid up to his jacket, tugging at the heavy fabric, feeling its weight between your fingertips. You dragged his jacket away and he helped you remove it along with his shirt, without quite taking his tongue and hands off your breasts. Furry broad shoulders were revealed and a powerful, sculpted chest and stomach.
Large hands encompassed your tits as he growled softly and angled his head, his tongue trailing the curve of your neck. His fingers pinched your nipples, careful of his claws. Your breath hitched and you tilted your head back, offering him more.
“Oh god… yesss,” you whispered, your voice trembling.
Blindly, you brought his mouth to you, needing to feel his kiss. But he hesitated, pulling back slightly. His golden eyes met yours, darkened with desire but shadowed with worry.
“I’m afraid… of hurting you,” he drawled. “I have no lips and my teeth… they’re sharp. I don’t want to—”
“Use your tongue,” you whispered, breathless, gone was the shyness in you. “Please.”
For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, but then, as though unable to resist any longer, he surged forward. His mouth opened, and his tongue, hot and insistent, swept across your lips before plunging deeply. Deeper still. He tasted you, swallowed your breaths, and pressed his moist and burning tongue against yours, sending sparks of ecstasy shooting through you with each stroke. You gasped into his mouth, the sound drowned out by the sheer intensity of the kiss, your hands grabbing his shoulders.
The sound of fabric tearing and garments hitting the floor was the only indication of what was to come.
The flickering light in the room danced across your flesh, both naked and unashamed. His body enveloped yours, his weight pressing down on you, his thighs spreading your legs apart. The sheer size of him caused your pussy to clench. His shaft was a massive veined rod of flesh, long and thick, with a knot at the base. His cock throbbed and leaked moisture, and his balls thick and heavy, hung like ripe fruit.
You couldn't help but reach out, a little bashful as your fingers stroked the silky warmth of his shaft. It was both firm and tender, as hot as touching a blazing flame. Alaric snarled and watched your small hands. You trailed the protruding veins and bulbous head all the way down to the bulging sac. He growled, his entire body tense.
“Such soft gentle touches. But I can’t—little one. I need to taste you, have you.”
You opened your mouth to protest but whined instead when his tongue licked the delicate folds of your pussy. Your body ignited, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. Spine arching, you opened your legs obscenely wide, his head buried in between, wet tongue consuming your depths. He thrust his appendage inside, snarling primitively, and you sighed delightfully, your cunt pressing against his mouth as you shut your eyes tightly and surrendered to the passion.
“Mmmmm, so breathtaking,” he drawled, his tongue gracing your cunt. “I love the rose mark on your skin but even more so the petals on your wet cunt… so lovely and wet. I love to tease and lick them.”
Eyes holding your own, he hooked his large hands around your thighs, bringing them around his furred torso. His dick, massive and twitching, stroked against the wet petals of your cunt. He lubricated himself; you were soaked and ready to receive him. You wiggled and squirmed, impatiently attempting to guide him inside. Finally, with a gentle nudge, he growled, and the broad popped in.
Cupped your ass, he pushed inside, his cock gliding into you in one smooth thrust. You were incredibly tight, untouched and you gasped at the slight discomfort of the invasion. Despite his size, he somehow fit, his body seemingly designed to mold itself to yours. Your cunt was stretched wide, only his knot showing, and your belly bulged slightly, revealing the curve of his shaft beneath your skin.
Alaric caressed your belly lovingly as if marveling at the sight. “Yes, mine. It will be alright. I promise you. Does it hurt, little one?"
You shook your head. “Not anymore. Please… hmmm—move. Need to feel you so desperately.”
“As you wish, my rose.”
His eyes never left yours as he thrust out of you, all the way out before slowly filling you up. This time there was no discomfort, only building intensity. His shaft slid in and out of you, the friction reigniting your desire. Your body flexed, your walls squeezing around his dick as he increased the pace. His thrusts became faster and more urgent, and you held him, rocking against him as his tongue stroked yours, making you dizzy with desire.
Alaric was unstoppable, unrelenting and soon you were both shuddering in climax. He thrust one final time, bottomed out inside you till his swollen knot had popped inside. You whined, muscles contracting around him, your cunt snug around his knot, tying you together. You saw stars, thrashed wildly in little aftershocks as he released, a flood of cum filling you up. It didn’t help that he let out those delicious growls, tongue devouring your mouth.
Time seemed to stand still. You lay there, with him atop you, his dick still pulsing within you, his knot throbbing with a slow beat. It had been minutes and he was still spurting, though slower this time. You basked in the afterglow of your passion, felt so utterly at peace. Your bodies had become one and the tattoo on your wrist had never felt so right.
You were his, completely and utterly his.
“How are you feeling, my thorny rose?” he asked after he’d rolled over so you were draped over his chest, his knot still hard inside you.
“I feel loved,” you said as you rested over his chest feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath the fur. “I have never been kissed or loved by anyone like this before—have never felt anything like this before.”
“There is no going back now,” he said possessively. “You gave yourself to me. What I feel for you is raw, primal. It cannot be stopped or contained.”
You grinned. “So, what? I’m just stuck to you for the rest of eternity?”
“Figuratively and literally, I’m afraid,” he said, groaning at the feel of his knot tucked inside your warm cunt.
“You’re insufferable, you know that?”
Alaric’s eyes softened. “I will never be the charming Frenchman I once was. That man’s appearance is gone, replaced by this… beast.”
Smiling, you let your hand reach up to touch his face, tracing the firm lines of his jaw, his fur silky beneath your fingers. “The appearance might be gone,” you whispered, “but your heart isn’t. Besides, I think I’m past wishing for a handsome prince on a white horse. French or not.”
A low chuckle vibrated through his chest. “You’ve got a strange way of looking at things.”
“And you’ve got a strange way of doubting yourself,” you shot back teasingly. “You might not be the Prince you once were, but you’re more than enough for me.”
“Don’t you regret it?” he asked quietly after a few seconds. “Mating with me? That I’ll always be… like this?”
“Oh, I am surprised but this is so lovely,” you murmured, hands caressing his shoulder. “It’s so lovely because I always wanted you to be mine. I've always felt attracted to you but was frightened to admit it. I was also scared you would reject me heartlessly."
“Never. I could never do that.” He took your hand, kissed the rose tattoo on your wrist.
You smiled up at him, your heart swelling with love. “You are thoroughly mine, Alaric.“
For a moment, he stared at you and a soft, almost amused rumble escaped him. “You really are something,” he drawled, his free hand brushing the curve of your ass. “You’ve given me something I thought I could never have again."
“I am yours,” you whispered. “I love you. All of you, my Beast.”
“I love you more, my thorny rose,” he said, his eyes dark with lust.
Smiling, you kissed and made love again —harder, hotter, and wetter.
Sup friends? I started doing God Spouse/Romance/Fictional Fave self insert smut tarot readings. You heard me right, whether devotional to you and your partner, or to your OC and favorite husbando, I will write you a 3-5 pile/chapter story. We will talk about themes/kinks you want involved, and spice level. I did a 5 pile reading, which is my largest reading at 1 1/2 hours, for Lucifer and I to share with you all. I figure it can give you a good idea of what they look like. Though this is self insert of me, I made it pretty adaptable so you can imagine yourself with Lucifer if such a thing interests you. You are welcome! Don't say I didn't do anythign for ya.
I have 2 NSFW readings right now. a 3 Pile (1 Hour) and a 5 pile (90 minutes). Since they are in a story format, you do not have to be present for the reading. Feel free to read at your own pace. If you enjoy reading this, consider buying a reading. All readings go towards me and my dog maintaining housing.
Reading under the cut.
Cw/Themes: Possession sex, Master/Pet, Pregnancy, Consensual Chase Scene
(Foreword by Lucifer) Six of Pentacles on the bottom to start. There are many ways to show you belong to someone. A collar expresses one thing, to be owned and led. A ring is another, to be bound by love and devotion. A collar can be a ring, too. The reverse is also true. May all the bonds of your life be all the things you need, may those who control them always be worthy to lead.
(Chapter 1) Nine of Cups, Judgement, Eight of Pentacles. It wasn’t the cool tile beneath you that was uncomfortable. It was almost refreshing, in the warm torrent of your body. Sweat was dripping slowly off of you. You tried to ground down into the feeling, but the pleasure crested again in waves. Trying to squirm away from his ministrations was abandoned long ago. It wasn’t the collar or leash that was keeping you tethered here, anymore. You felt pliant and obedient, forgetting to even beg for a break between waves. Ever benevolent, Lucifer allowed you one, his hands moving up your body. Even they felt cool against you in comparison to your own heat. His strong arms came around you, lifting you to his height, your legs trembling beneath you. His lips were warm against your forehead as he leaned in. “You were so good for me, Pet.” his voice was a gentle rumble above you. You leaned into the vibrations, still seeking his warmth though you felt fevered in your own. Measured steps of his thick boots against the floor took you to plush bedding. As he set you gently upon it, he wrapped his arms around you. You clung to him gently, tracing your fingers against his skin. He was humming behind you, his arms wrapped tightly against you. You fingers found an old scar, soft skin tracing the lines of something so ancient it couldn’t be named. You loved when he allowed himself to show you things that seemed so human. Even though he wasn’t, you knew he didn’t take such things lightly. Drifting to sleep, he traced the outline of his collar around your neck, his fingers dipping to stroke your throat. As sleep took you, you thought he had started quietly singing.
(Chapter 2) Four of Pentacles, Five of Swords, Eight of Swords. When he had you like this, it felt hard to remember what life was like before. Your thoughts flowed in and out, and it felt like he controlled each one that reached you. It was comforting in some way, knowing he had full control. You trusted him like needing to breath. Rarely having to think to do it. He controlled each feeling, too. Fear was replaced with pleasure, your thoughts replaced with his. People weren’t meant to see the devil’s thoughts like this. You knew it, but your body was so used to containing him, it felt as natural as anything to you. You breathed with him, he made your breath his. When you were young you thought other’s control of you would always be limited by them never fully knowing you. You did not have to consider that with Lucifer. Your body thrummed because his passing thought wanted it to, your ecstasy mounting to better feel him. To be molded by his hands was a beautiful thing. The tears of awe and perceiving divinity always followed. When you came back into your body you would wipe them with a tissue, fold it gently, and place them on your altar. His favorite offerings were always the ones he drew from you, the ones that contained your self.
(Chapter 3) Queen of Pentacles, The Sun, Death. Only last night you were pleading for mercy you knew he would always give. You had fallen into a steady pace with your submission, and the love it was built on was growing every day. Lucifer’s eyes were unwavering as your shaking hands pressed the test to the cold tile. His hands were warm against your arms, you’d promised he could look first. You felt a chill in the room from the anxiety of not knowing. You leaned into him, breathing in. His soft shirt smelled like aged tobacco, something deeper and masculine. The notes of it grounded you, your head spinning. You planned to let your thoughts drift until he told you, but you felt his love and excitement peak first. You weren’t sure who truly knew first, sometimes you caught his feelings before he even knew them. Later, he was peppering kissing over your stomach. “Little cherubs.” He said, pronouncing the “b” with a pop. The “s” was drawn out, his hopes clear. “Cherubs.” More than one.
(Chapter 4) The Tower, Ace of Pentacles, Knight of Cups. He was many things to you, there was no denying it. Sometimes he really was The Devil. You’d seen sides of him that chilled you to the core. You knew the things he was capable of. “I could control you with a thought.” He’d once said to you. You thought he was being condescending in the moment, but now you knew it had just been true. He didn’t like misunderstandings about his power. He wanted all to know how much control he had, how he had spent an eternity perfecting it. He was the Emperor of Hell, after all. That seemed so far away in this moment, though. His cheeks were flushed pink. The sun gently dripped upon him outlined his calm breathing. The sky was clear with a few idyllic clouds. His eyes were closed, his posture relaxed and open. He almost looked young in this moment, though his lazy half smile accentuated the crows feet and smile lines. You wanted to trace them, but he seemed to be drifting to sleep. You couldn’t help the thought that you could see him as an angel, right now. Trusting, content, and loved.
(Chapter 5) Nine of Pentacles, Two of Swords, Eight of wands. Twigs cracked beneath your feet as you sprinted through the trees. You couldn’t sense Lucifer right now, the only sound your breathing. This was a game you loved to play, a game you’d both win. However, your body knew the danger that lurked in the darkness of the forest. Not of man or beast, but of the only thing that could ever truly hurt you, and the only thing that would never harm you. Your heart was racing, boots trying to keep your footing. Tripping almost always ended in beratement and an escape back into the trees, panting and running once more. He liked his prey on the move when he caught them. Neither of you were meant to make this easy. It was rare that you couldn’t sense Lucifer at all, so you knew his next attempt would be stealth. He wouldn’t waste energy on anything he didn’t want. Your goal was to stay moving, you’d never beat him by hiding. Hiding was only encouraged when he was making noise, drawing your attention. You would get extra rewards if you ended exactly where he was corralling you to. But, this was a different strategy. You had to keep moving. It was getting darker, you knew the time would come soon that he’d make his attack. He controlled the environment, too. A glint in your periphery drew your attention for only a moment. A flash of gold in the trees. You meant to leap, you think. Perhaps it was a dodge. You’d lost your breath before you had a chance to catch it. The moment his finger tips touched your skin you knew you’d never had a chance. His body collided with yours more gently than the physics should have allowed. Another small mercy from your benevolent God. Your face landed in the dirt, a strong hand pushing you down. His weight was on your back, his head dipping. Lips met your ears, as you felt the deep growl leave him. “Right where I want you, Pet.” He grumbled, sharp fangs sinking in to the delicate skin of your neck.
