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──── ◟♯ . / nero sparda ! ࣪˖ ִֶཐི༏ཋྀ󠀮 ་༘࿐ ˎˊ˗

oral (fem receiving) ﾉ restraints ﾉ praise kink ﾉ sub!nero ﾉ fem reader . . . .

nero is a known short fuse. a quick man to anger or possibly offend. his crude mouth that fluidly manipulates venomous profanities into creative insults towards the poor soul that dares to speak.

a man not one to step down from a challenge or a slithering chance to antagonize his opponents during battle. his calloused, rugged hands that hold the weight of his grievances while simultaneously operating the red queen and holstering the blue rose.

and when all is said and done, as he stands tall with glory covered head to toe in darkened crimson mudded guts that transcend colour of black, the first thought that beelines to his erratic mind is: you.

an enemy of his could somehow be equipped with half the brain to pick up on his battle strategy. the way he effortlessly strikes with unworldly bodily strength and confidence that tethered the line of ignorance. but a part of him that simply cannot be deciphered on the battlefield is his unwavering desire to please and worship you.

your mere existence grounds him. similar as a goddess to a lost soulless man turning to faith to guide his way. your melodic reassurance mimics bible scriptures that guides his heavy tongue that’s dipped in your wet hole onto your puffy clit.

his groans reverberate against your sensitive heat adding to the intense warmth of his mouth. you squirm with slight buck of your hips, “right fuckin' there, baby, you’re so good at this..” your wavering praise shoots directly to his stiff cock that’s confined in his jeans, slowly getting damped by precum.

his toned arms tug mindlessly against the cold metal restraints that rest securely on his wrists, behind his back. it causes a faint sound of the object to clink together, mockingly echoing in his ears. he wants so badly to touch you. he yearns to feel your divine wetness engulf his fingers, soaked in your cum, fluttering walls tighten around him as you take his thick fingers like the angel you are.

but he just wants to be good for you. so in which case he doesn’t object or get mouthy with you, throw a sharp quip or get smug.

“my pretty girl..my gorgeous girl…m’everything” he slurs against your slick cunt like a mantra. your juices drips from the corners of his mouth and down his chin as he ruts himself against nothing, the building sensation of his throbbing cock is surely clouding his cognitive thinking.

his mouth encloses around your swole bud and begins to suckle firmly into it. you squeal and instinctually tighten your legs around the sides of his head, his chest swells with pride as a lazy smirk graces his face.

you loudly whimper, “mngh, yeah, don’t stop, f-fuck! you’re amazing.” your hands plants itself in the chopped short tufts of his white hair. and to that, an airy whine escape from him. he’s panting and slobbering like a dog.

his hips soon becoming uncontrollable as he attempts to chase for some sort of relief. his head spins and his vision starts to fall short. but he toughs it out like a good boy, as he usually does, to prioritize your orgasm over his.

only you get to see him like this. only you… nobody else.

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