#sub castlevania

Adrian with a pussy who's so cocky about it. You mention going down on him and he's all confident, parting his legs and spreading the folds of his pussy with two fingers, telling you to do your worst.

He quickly regrets those words when 3 orgasms later he's trembling against you, struggling to fight out of your grip as you keep him pulled tight against your face, tongue dragging another orgasm from him that has his whole body almost folding over you where you sit inbetween his thighs.

His confidence falters at the grin you give him as you get on your knees, but he tilts his hips and spreads the folds of his pussy with his fingers. Adrian’s legs quiver when you drag the flat of your tongue over his cunt, the vibrations of your hungry groan as you taste his wetness make him twitch. Your hands grip his thighs, your fingers digging into his pale flesh to keep him still for your mouth. He’s a goner the moment you latch onto his clit, wrapping your lips around it and sucking hard.

Adrian’s moans and whimpers are loud, filling the room. He threads his fingers in your hair for support, his eyes fluttering shut as he fails to keep himself quiet. He tries to pull you off him, but you continue eating his cunt like it’s the first meal you’ve had in weeks. He’s so wet, gushing into your mouth, and you noisily slurp it all up without wasting a single drop. Tears sting Adrian’s eyes when your fingers push into him, curling and spreading as you kiss his sticky clit.

You pull your face away, glistening with his juices, and raise an eyebrow. “Are you going to say it?” You ask over the wet squelching of your fingers fucking into his pussy.

I imagine at first he’s indifferent, (not so) jokingly calling you a mutt, but then you fuck him for the first time and all of a sudden you’re his mutt, basically drooling about how much bigger and stronger you get when you transform - all of this you easily pick up on, able to smell the arousal practically rolling off him

Yeah, he’s nothing but an annoying bastard at first. Adrian comes up with the most awful dog jokes and puns. One time he served you water in a bowl and set it down on the floor, whistling at you and patting his thighs with a mocking grin. He calls you all sorts of names— dog, mutt, hound, puppy, mongrel…

Of course, it all changes when you have him pinned under you for the first time, his face shoved into the pillows as your cock bullies its way inside him. The fat head jabs at his prostate, causing his toes to curl and his hands to fist the bedsheets helplessly as he cries out with every thrust. You latch onto his shoulder with suddenly sharp teeth as you spill inside him, and Adrian’s mouth drops open in a silent scream as he comes. He makes a breathy noise of confusion when you don’t stop, a frothy ring of cum forming around the base of your cock (why is it getting bigger—) as you continue drilling into his abused asshole. Adrian turns his face and, through tears of pleasure, manages to catch a glimpse of the rising full moon peeking through the curtains.

His behavior changes drastically after that. He’s much sweeter, undeniably smitten, and he’s the first to come to your defense when someone makes a dog joke or says a deprecating comment. Adrian eagerly offers his assistance during full moons, hard and leaking at the mere thought of being stretched around your knot and stuffed full of your cum. The transformation takes a lot of energy from you and leaves your senses rather sensitive, so Adrian spends the day after making sure you’re comfortable. He kisses you softly and keeps his voice low, curling up against your chest and tracing absentminded shapes on your warm skin with his fingers. 

Oh, how he turns into putty under your hands when you reverently trail your fingertips down his torso and take a hold of his hips. His lips part with a small groan when you push inside him until you’re cradled between his thighs, buried to the hilt. He feels so full, so warm, so safe and loved. He feels—

You, you, you. 

You smile down at him, and the flush on his face spreads to bathe his chest in a soft pink. “You’re so pretty, love. So good for me,” You coo, and he curls his fingers into the sheets as his legs tighten around your waist. 

You try and help him in the kitchen, thinking cooking could be a nice bonding experience, except the whole time Adrian is distracted by your arms when you chop something, every time you lift a pan, when you hold a spoon out so he can taste something.

The kitchen soon stands abandoned, and Adrian refuses to let you help him anymore.

God, it’s so difficult to concentrate with the way the sleeves of your shirt strain around your arms. Don’t even get him started when you switch to shorter sleeves in the summer. Adrian’s eyes are glued to your arms and hands no matter what you’re doing. His mouth waters at the sight of muscle rippling under your skin when you bring out one of the heavier pots for the stew you were helping him make. Heat coils in his abdomen, enough to make his body tremble and his fangs ache with need. 

You take notice of his shaking, your eyebrows drawing together in concern, and move away from the stove. You reach out to tuck a curl behind his pointed ear, “What’s wrong, love?” You ask softly, and his resolve shatters. Adrian all but yanks you into a wanton kiss, clambering onto the countertop — vegetables long forgotten — and drags you close. The feeling of your warm hands on his waist makes his toes curl in his boots.

They go at it from dusk to dawn, taking very little breaks, until the point of near collapse. And, once they’ve rested, they’re straddling you again and clinging to you like you’ll escape (as if). You’re the one who has to put a stop to it, because you and Isaac need sustenance, even if he’s more interested in riding your cock. Abel slumps against you, frowning impatiently as he waits for you and Isaac to recover.

Knowing for a fact that man has a praise kink and likes to be sweet talk to—by someone he admires, by someone he respects. He likes the consideration put in words you say when you interact with him, he likes the gratification that he gets from enlightenment you bestow. Likes the non-narrow mindset you have, issac respects you deeply because of that. Isaac likes despite whatever you've faced during your lifetime, hardships or not, you have beautiful personality that rolls with your mindset and views, and not off in a completely distasteful manner. He admires you so much, during not even a long period of time of friendship. Issac believes he's found his equal, someone so compatible with him, he finds himself woo-ed over, almost instantly at that notion.

Isaac often finds his mind wondering to you before bed. There's this just idyllic rush he feels course through him—but rush in a way that it didn't felt like a dam had burst, no, no, it wasn't intense, overwhelming like that. It was peaceful, his mind transition so quickly to this peaceful mood when in the thoughts of you. The rush that course through him was like, dipping into a lake to bathe. It was easy. So easy, to have his body drown so entirely, all around and every inch, was absorbed in the thought, no, possibly of being in your presence. Being a like something more with you. Isaac often lowers his hands almost unconsciously before bed, and when realized, he already was pleasuring himself. Uttering and babbling to himself, whimpering as he angle his fingers just right. Isaac wish it to be you, the first ever desire he indulge and fantasize in.

He wish you were with him to performed this intimate act. Isaac previously had wants, needs, plans— still do, but never desires, something he shunned humans for. Having desires and endlessly pursuing them, by whatever means, were at the core what humans embodied. But now, he doesn't care if he's exclude or included now that he has desires. All Isaac cares about more than that, is having you go crazy in desiring him as he desires you. Isaac is mad inlove and desires reciprocation. He wants those lips of yours, that wise mouth of yours, to conjure such honey sweet words, that his blood crawl out of his skin. Isaac is imagining all kinds of validation he would like to receive and it brings him all the way straight to climax, thickly dousing his own stomach.

Isaac is quite a blunt person. The moment his next interaction plays out with you, he concludes he'll bed you.

(What do you think of Abel? Man he's so pretty im tots a monsterfucker.)

Isaac my beloved—

We know for a fact that when he loves, he loves unconditionally. He’s loyal to the end. He’ll love and support you in this life and the next. Love him just as ardently, and he’s a goner. Putty in your hands, soft and pliant.

Also Abel??? Fuck yes.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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