THE SALEM DEVIL

-Boy, would he like that.

-Hunter’s very insecure, we all know it, and no matter what he’s doing for you whether it’s sexual or not, he constantly worries about not doing good enough and disappointing you.

-So a vocal reader would be a dream, it makes him feel like he’s doing a adequate job, that he’s actually proving his worth by supplying you pleasure, it gives him confidence.

-And when he gets confident, well, it just spurs him on harder if you get what I mean. 😉

-If you were embarrassed by the noises you made in bed, he’d reassure you with much sputtering and backtracking so he didn’t sound like a total creep, but basically giving you the message that he thought the noises were pretty.

-If you still tried to muffle them with a hand over your mouth or whatnot, he wouldn’t force you to remove it but might put “extra effort” into whatever he’s doing so it leaks through.

-In his eyes, he isn’t doing well enough until your a gasping, moaning mess, and anything less means he’s failed, and that just isn’t allowed when it comes to you, if he wants to be kept, he has to prove himself.

-Basically, it’d go something like this.

-He’d finally pull down your underwear, baring you after minutes of heated teasing from the both of you, patience was running thin.

-He was eager to make you feel good, I mean he always was, but tonight especially, after that scout tried to flirt with you, he couldn’t help the inferiority that always rises in him when a potential ‘better suitor’ makes themselves known.

-Licking a long, slow stripe over you he waited to bask in the loud breathy moan you’d always let out, but couldn’t help frowning softly when he didn’t hear it.

-His eyes flickered up, and much to his displeasure he saw your hand covering your no-doubt gaping mouth, muffling the noise until it was only a slight exhale.

-He knew you were embarrassed, insecure, and that made his heart ache, because although it was for different reasons, he was too familiar with those feelings.

-But he couldn’t, nor wouldn’t, force you into removing your hand, the only thing he’d ever feel alright about doing is coaxing those sinfully beautiful sounds from your mouth.

-And that, he does.

-He’d to all in, alternating between slow sucks and licking sloppily at you, he could get addicted on the taste of you, the sweet sweet syrup of your desire.

-But he was more addicted to the siren-like sound of your noises, and they were slowly building louder and louder as he parted you with his tongue, pushing as deep as he could.

-You couldn’t hold back the loud noises that were escaping your mouth, despite how hard you pressed your hand down, slurred words becoming incoherent.

-But it wasn’t enough, he wanted you debautched enough that you didn’t care enough for who heard you, he wanted your insecurity to slip away.

-He removed one hand from where they were resting on your hips and stomach, keeping you still as he pleasure you, and from the limited room he had available, he slipped a finger inside.

-You jerked with a gasp, your hand moving back slightly until it was hovering over you parted mouth, the electric shock of the added stimulation making your stomach tighten promisingly.

-He started bucking his hips against the mattress slightly, those delicious noises making his already hard length almost ache.

-He crooked his fingers, searching for that special bundle of nerves he’s reached for so many times, to push you over the edge into sweet bliss.

-You jerked slightly again, barely held still by his other hand on your waist, steadying but not controlling, and white filled your vision despite your closed eyes.

-The tightness in your stomach finally created with a shout, and you mattress rocked slightly as he rutted faster and harder, and despite his eager mouth licking up your pleasure some still managed to spill into the mattress.

“That’s it, that’s just right, you’re doing so well..”

Hunter whimpered underneath you, muffled by your thighs bracing his head, and despite how good his talented, eager mouth felt against you, you restrained yourself against crushing his head.

though, he didn’t really seem to mind and he desperately clutched at your thighs to pull them closer, encouraged by the praises spilling from your lips like sins from god herself.

“Ughh, you make me feel so good, Hunter, so good.” you leaned your head back, pleasure making warmth spread throughout your body, “I-I love you so much, I only could be with you.”

He whimpered again, high pitched noises escaping from him as his eyes screwed shut, gently sucking against you.

“You’re doing so good sweetheart, a-ah.” You groaned slightly, he picked up his speed, grasping you like a lifeline, your stomach tightened slightly, and when you looked down the sight that greeted you was a blessing to the eyes.

Hunter was flushed, his eyes heavy lidded but trained on you, worship and pleasure spilling into the dark magenta like warm syrup.

You could feel yourself getting closer, but you didn’t want to end it like this, you could feel Hunter adjusting underneath you, the slight shift in the buck of his hips made it clear what state he was in.

“Nghh, you make me feel so, so good, love.” You made sure to praise Hunter before slipping out of his desperate grasp, you knew that if you wordlessly pulled away, he’d think he was doing something wrong, “You deserve a reward, sweetheart.”

He looked detached, but aware enough to chase you slightly when you pulled away, before settling back down with gasping breaths.

You stroked his thigh as he caught his breath, unable to help the dark desire that spilled into your own eyes, “Would you like that, love?” You knew the answer, but you wanted to hear it anyway.

“Y-Yes, please.” He whined out, still panting slightly, that heavy lidded gaze looking at you with adoration and lust simultaneously, “P-Please.”

You shushed him slightly with a coo, taking off his restricting boxers to free his sex, “You don’t have to beg, sweetheart, you’ve earned it.”

That makes him bite his lip, he loved being told he’d earned things, it made him feel less guilty accepting the unconditional love and pleasure of your body, to make him feel like he completed something and earned it.

And to you, he did, he earned your love and lust just by being himself, and you wanted to show him over and over until he was a sweating, overstimulated mess underneath you.

You wrapped your fingers around the base of him, and he jerked with a sharp gasp, like he’d been struck with lightning.

You looked up to check if he was alright, and found his gaze still on you, they never left you, in public, in private, he only had eyes for you, no matter where you were or what state he was in.

And right now, this eyes were begging you to keep going, so you slowly stroked upwards, and he let out a whine of a moan, his lips parted wetly.

“Just relax, love, let me take care of you,” you assured him, swiftly speeding up your rhythm to his needy bucks, clearly running out of patience even if he wouldn’t admit to it, “You deserve it, you deserve to be pampered.”

He bit his lip harder until it was stained red, his pupils blown so wide it made his eyes look black.

You fell into a rhythm together, perfectly in sync with each others needs, and despite the swift strokes of your hands and the desperate, almost animalistic way he met it, it still felt slow and achingly sensual to the both of you.

You knew when he was close, and when you twisted your wrist slightly his head finally tipped back, his eyes shutting in the waves of pleasure that overtook him.

He released with a final buck, melting into the mattress like ice in heat, and you finally released your grip on him.

You climbed forward, giving him a slow gentle kiss to rival the feverish pace of your love-making, and he returned it with intent despite his obvious boneless state.

“You did so well, love.” You praised him again, and he buried his face in your neck, content and warm, you’d clean him up later but right now, he needed to bask in the afterglow with you.

-The most gentlest boy ever.

-He’d notice if you tended to put effort into covering your neck and collarbone area, at first he much just assume you liked modest clothing but if it was hot and you were still covering? He’d notice.

-He’d ask, almost shyly as he hoped it wasn’t a sore topic or anything, about it.

-If you tell him about your situation, you’ll notice him getting slightly more protective around you, if that was even possible.

-If your the type to get welts or irritated skin (ugh, same) he’ll freak out the first time he sees it, insisting on helping you apply any creams or elixirs to help, if you let him of course.

-Luckily not many people are touching necks and collarbones, so he wouldn’t be mega defensive if your neck is displayed, but if someone brushes too close he’ll glare a little harder than before.

-Feels all the honoured fluffy feelings in his stomach if you wear something slightly more revealing, he’d be extra careful not to touch it if you don’t want him too when he snuggles against you.

-Speaking of that, if you weren’t cool with him touching, he’d be so careful you would think his life depended on it, and really, that’s what he felt it did.

-Okay, okay, onto more.. risqué themes, which I knew was what you meant love, but if I have the chance to gripe about my sensitive neck and collarbone plus my skin, I’ll take it.

-Now, let’s say you were okay with him touching, if you know what I mean, 😏

-He loves burying his face in your neck, not only to hide his blush but also muffle his moans from how good you feel since he gets embarrassed easily, even if your neck wasn’t sensitive.

-But if it was, he’d love gently sucking the skin into his mouth, listening out for your moans of pleasure to pick whenever the slightest bit of discomfort soured the melodic sound.

-He’d feel really bad about it, but if your neck bruises easily, he’d feel that familiar hot tightening in his stomach if his hickeys were so easily visible, because it’s his love marks on you, not anybody else’s.

-He made you feel good, and it was visible on your lovely neck.

-Your neck would be a big part of foreplay, kisses strewn upon it like no tomorrow, he’d barely hold back the buck of his hips when you shiver from his hot breath against it.

-He’d revel in the noises you made, it felt like a assurance he was doing a good job, that no matter what else, he knew this really did feel good for you.

-Which in the end, is all he wants for you.

-Extra, extra, extra man.

-He’s a switch, but his two flips are either teasing dom, or bratty power bottom, I mean, he’s a brat either way but it comes (cums) out more when he subs.

-Either way, his favourite position is when he’s sitting or laying propped up with you on his lap, where he runs his hands up and down your hips.

-“Y’know, darling,” he sighs, trying to sound as put out as he possibly can, but the smirk toying over his lips says otherwise, “I really do have things to do, but if you’re so desperate for my attention..”

-He’d brush a few loose strands of hair off your face, his tail reaching up to brush against your back as he bites his lip, those sharp fangs digging in lightly as his eyes darling teasingly.

-“Well, how can I deny you a thing?”

-He’d lean forward, and brush a kiss against the flushed skin of your neck, scraping his teeth over it, bared by the shape of his smug grin when he feels you grind against his thigh subtly.

-“You’re so needy, darling!” He feigns shock in his voice, and if you didn’t know him so well, it would almost sound real, “Dirty, dirty little love, you’re filthy.”

-Despite his words, his hands would stop their mindless roam against your body, moving to your hips to press them flush against his thigh.

-He’d move up until his hot breath brushed against your ear, and the dark, hot words he muttered out made a shiver roll down your spine despite the heat of your flushed skin.

-“But I love it, love how filthy you are,” He’d lean back, and you saw the way hunger drowned out his sky blue eyes, “And I know how much you love how filthy I can be.”

-His voice dropped to a low purr, almost as dark as the desire in his eyes, plunged into delicious heat.

-You whimpered softly, his grin only widened, he always revelled in the first sound you made, and you knew there would be dozens more by the way he tapped your hips, the movements pausing while he was speaking.

-“I didn’t say to stop, darling,” he encouraged you to start gyrating against his thigh, “That’s right, love, keep going.”

-Although the feeling was dulled by the fabric of your underwear, the silk of his clothes felt sinful against your heat, normally for anybody else, he’d glare murder at them for staining his pants,

-But with you, he pushed his thigh into you, his eyes going lidded, his sharp desire making stomach tightening promises spill from his smirked lips.

-“Oh yeah, darling, keep going.” “I love it when you get so desperate, come on, show me how much you need me.” “Good job, you’re just so eager to impress me, hm?”

-His grip on you tightened as your lower stomach did, the warmth of your wetness against his leg spreading into the tightness of your stomach.

-You gasped, his eyes were glued to your form, greedily taking in every expression, every noise.

-He angled his thigh higher, trying to push even more into you, and you saw white, the burning smoulder inside of you causing tingles to erupt as you finished, your bitten lips parting.

-You saw his face, and despite the smugness in his features, the self confidence tinged with possessiveness he wore, you could still see the endless hunger.

-And despite how good the warmth of the afterglow felt, you knew this was only the beginning of a long, long afternoon, he leaned forward, and you squirmed slightly when he reached to remove his now wet pants.

-But the dark, heady look he was giving you shifted to annoyance when somebody knocked on the door, calling him for a meeting.

-Imagine a confused, worried puppy.

-Despite his physique being quite sickly, he’s only fell ill a few times, his immune system is beefy from all the harsh climates he’s had to weather to complete missions during his time as the golden guard.

-And because of his aforementioned status, he’s never had any friends that have gotten sick, so he’s never had experience taking care of someone.

-But despite all of this, he’d put his one hundred percent into you, he’d hover nervously over your bed as you lay there dying, offering to get you anything he could think of.

-“Uh, do you want me to bring you water? Food? I-I mean you just threw up.. but don’t worry about that! I’ll clean it up, actually I should get you a bucket or something-“

-He has no idea what to do, so he falls back on his good ol’ reliable, servitude.

-Although you have your sick person right to be as dramatic as possible, he’ll get pretty anxious if you declare something similar to “I’m dying!”, he knows you’re just expressing your frustration at your state, but he’ll offer to take you to the palace healers constantly.

-He isn’t too worried about getting infected himself, again, he’s weathered pretty bad conditioned so his immune system could block out pretty much any virus, despite your concerns.

-He’d one hundred percent lay and snuggle with you if you wanted him too, he’d jump up at a moments notice to get you anything, but he’d enjoy the sleepy sick cuddles.

-Although he’s soft puddy in your hands for anything else, he’d harden when it comes to your medicine, still gentle but extremely firm in you needing to take any medicine to make you feel better.

-“I know it tastes gross, love, but you have to! You want to feel better, right? If you take it, I’ll get you your favourite food from the kitchen, what’s that? ..you want a kiss instead? o-of course, sweetheart.”

-I have a personal headcannon that Hunter is a sympathetic vomiter, so if you start blowing chunks from your fever he’d really try to swallow back the bile that rises in his own throat, which would make him freeze.

-He’d hate fever chills, because he wouldn’t want you to overheat yourself with the extra blankets, but when you’re freezing and begging for a blanket, he finds it really hard to deny you anything.

-But, he’s happy to supply cuddles instead of more blankets, because not only could he gauge your temperature to see if your overheating or not, but he also gets to relax with you in his arms.

-Okay, so I’ve mentioned in a previous post about a shorter!reader and Hunters size kink, and it stemmed from the feeling of protecting the other with their body, their height giving them the ability to protect.

-But just like my gender, it goes both ways.

-Everybody knows Hunter’s been hurt in many ways during his life, and one of the main stresses that were put on his body was battle.

-It was constant fighting, training session after training session, missions that would end bloody on both sides, and if he ever tried to stop, or god forbid, fail, he’d leave the throne room bloodier than a fight with the enemy from the people who were suppose to protect him.

-So having a boyfriend taller than him, although it’d make him feel bad about not being able to protect, guilt at not being the stronger, taller one, he’d feel so safe.

-Height is a big thing for him, whenever somebody use to tower over him, it was threatening, but with you it’s like being wrapped in a warm blanket of protection.

-He wouldn’t like teasing though, his face would go red and he might glare a little at you, and he’d rather die than admit it but a small pout would form on his lips, and depending on your point of view that might just spur you on further.

-He’d wiggle out from underneath your arm if you placed it on his head, leaning against his hair like a armrest, smirking like an asshole.

-He isn’t very beefy (clearly) so some insecurity would stem, he would want to be the stronger, taller one to keep you safe, he knows you can keep yourself safe, sure,

-But HE wants to do it, to prove that he’s worth it, worth all the baggage and trouble that comes with being his boyfriend, if he can protect you, than he has a purpose.

-Not only would he fight to protect you, but also to keep you.

-It would always swirl in the back of his mind, the only time it’d completely crumble away is when he’s in the midst of a panic, nightmare induced or not.

-Of course, being the loving boyfriend you are, you’d curl around him, pulling him flush against you, his sweaty clammy skin right against yours, and completely submerge his senses with you.

-He’d be crying, he hates crying in front of you, he already feels like he isn’t strong enough, he doesn’t want sobbing to degrade him even further.

-But when his senses get filled with your solid, warm presence, he’d only cry more, but tears of relief would merge with the despair, he’d feel so safe, so protected.

-It’s like you wipe away the bad memories, and he’d cling to you in a scramble for more of that warm safety, he’d want you to tower over him, to cover him from the stinging pain of the past.

-He wants to burrow into you and never come out, to hide underneath your arm, to be covered from all the bad things that he feels are still coming for him, things that still make him look over his shoulder.

-He’d never put you in harms way, of course, but for a little while, as he presses closer into you, surrounded by blankets and warmth and safety.

“Say please, baby.”

You could see Hunter turning bright red, flushing even hotter than he did when you first pushed him down, straddling his waist.

His lips parted, his eyes wide as they stared up at you, but you couldn’t mistake the want in them, the smouldering need in those irises and the subtle buck of his hips.

“P-Please..” he’d whimper out, and if you thought he couldn’t get any redder, you were wrong, “Please, I-I want you really badly.”

You leaned down, kissing the sputtering right off his lips, running your fingers through his hair and tugging slightly, far from hard enough to hurt.

“Good boy.” You hummed, and you could hear his breath hitch from where you nuzzled his neck, sucking gently on the skin in a way you know he likes.

You leaned back, cooing gently at the way his body tried to chase you and your warmth, “Don’t worry baby, you’ve just done so good, you deserve a reward.”

Want, no, need burned in his eyes as you brushed your hands against the rim of his pants, tugging them down in a smooth motion.

The desperation in his eyes was nothing compared to the desperation in his pants, his breath hitched during a violent gasp when you brushed your fingers over it.

“Look at you all flushed, are you feeling good, baby? Then that’s good, you deserve it.” You spoke in a gentle voice, and his eyes squeezed shut, “Just lay back and enjoy this, that’s all I need, love.”

You wrapped your hand around the base, placing the other on his hip to steady him when he jerked slightly, a sharp inhale sucked through his nose, followed by a whine.

You didn’t waste time, building up a base based on the jerks, moans and whimpers of your boyfriend.

“You’re doing so well, love.” You filled the intimate silence of the room with honeyed words, praising spilling from your lips like moans did from his.

“I love you so much, sweetheart, you’re perfect, my perfect good boy.” His hands flew up to clutch desperately at your arms, and you sped up your rhythm as his hips bucked upwards.

“You’re just so lovely, all pleasured underneath me like this,” His bucks became more insistent, like he was trying to fuck your hand, “That’s all I want for you, to feel good, because you deserve it baby.”

You were used to his whimpers, they were quite regulars, but the ones he was letting out now were different.

you looked up, not realising you’re eyes were focused on that point of contact, to see the eyes that were previously screwed up, looking at you glassily.

Tears slipped down his cheeks, soft sniffles coming out of his nose, “T-Thank.. Thank you.” He sounded completely wrecked, and only clinged to your arms tighter before throwing his head back.

You felt his legs tense underneath you, and he bucked one final time before releasing in your hand, a long moan escaping his parted lips.

You rode him through it, stroking until he was hissing from overstimulation, than you finally released him, shuffling upwards until you could kiss the tears from his face, “You did so good, baby, I’m so proud of you.”

-Even if you don’t have a praise kink, he’ll still whisper dark, dirty affirmations to you while he smoothly pushes back inside of you.

-But if you do, and trust me, he’ll know if you do, he can see the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, the way your cheeks flush even more, the way your grip on him tightened.

-It’s all over for you, you’ll never know peace.

-You’d be minding your own business, wiping down the counters, Darius kept his quarters in the castle completely spotless, so it wasn’t often you had to run a cloth over the counter.

-You felt warm, strong arms slip around your waist, pulling you closer until your back was pressed against expensive silk.

-“Hey there, beautiful..” he’d murmur in a low voice, his hands slipping up your shirt slightly and caressing your skin teasingly with his satin gloves.

-You flushed softly, he leaned in closer and you could feel the hot breath against your neck, smouldering lips parting against it and sucking gently.

-Your own lips parted in a gasp, and you could feel the shape of his smirk, “No words, love?” his voice went deep, his tone drenched in dark desire, “What a shame, but I suppose you’re still a good (G/B).”

-Your breath hitched audibly, your flush heating up by degrees, and he turned you around in his arms.

-His eyes were heavy lidded, his pupils expanded with love and lust mixed together into a dark cocktail, his insatiable hunger following in the aftertaste.

-“D-Darius—“ you finally found your voice, though it came out shaky, flustered, but you couldn’t deny your own heat kindling south.

-“Love how you say my name, gorgeous,” He started, leaning forward to kiss at your neck, leaving soft nips and sucks occasionally, “Your pretty voice, I could listen to it all night.”

-You felt weightless when he picked you up, setting you up on the counter where he put his hands on your thighs, spreading them apart for his eager green eyes to consume.

-“Your moans, your little whimpers, they drive me crazy.”

-You felt his fingers, always gloved, brush teasingly against your entrance, and you couldn’t help but let out another noise of pleasure, leaning back against your arms.

-“Titan, you’re so beautiful like this, all dazed with pleasure, does it feel good love?” His voice dropped, growled out like a low rumbling engine, those emerald green eyes darkened in a way you’ve never seen.

-You felt his intrusion, when they addictive satin pushed inside of you, he didn’t waste time, he sped up his rhythm until you were gasping, your arms shaking to try and support yourself.

-He was merciless, with his movements and words, praise spills from his lips, promises and affirmations spoken like it was the sin of list itself.

-“Thats right, that’s just right, beautiful.” “Look at you, shaking all eager, I love it.” “Good [G/B], you’re so good for me.”

-It was uncharacteristic of him, usually he’d tease you until you were on the edge of tears, but he didn’t even hesitate this time, it was almost too good to be true.

-And it was.

-You felt your stomach tighten, teetering on the edge, before he swiftly pulled away, leaving you gasping and reeling.

-“Oh, darling, you know how much I love your pretty little moans.” he leaned forward, nuzzling against your neck to whisper in your ear almost apologetically, but the shape of his smirk said otherwise.

-“I really could listen to it all night, and I think I will.” His hands slipped away from you, and you immediate missed the constant warmth of them, but then you heard them drop to the floor.

-You wanna know why he’s looking down? Sorry, can’t tell you.

-It’s the massive bulge in his pants, not only because you’re fucking smoking hot, but he’s into a soft dom, his more submissive side peeking out of his switch status.

-You’re his wet dream, after your first time, he couldn’t think of anything else during the very rare occasion he’d touch himself, anything or anybody else is ruined for him.

-I’ve mentioned this in a previous post, but he wouldn’t be into rough touching, he’s already been hurt so much, he wants this to be a release.

-He’s very pent up, he has a lot of stress built up both mentally and physically, it wouldn’t be accurate to say he’s really horny but he desperately needs to decompress.

-And I’ve already talked about his more dominant side responding to this, so let’s talk soft dom reader.

-You’d pin him down gently, straddling his waist, and you didn’t even need to feel the hardness underneath you to know he was excited, because he squirmed softly.

-It’s a tradition between the both of you, to always exchange a slow, long kiss before anything else.

-He’d he beet red, sputtering slightly, it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve done this, he’s always so flustered when you climb on top of him, the firm but not forceful way you’d press him into the bed.

-You laugh slightly, leaning down to give a chaste kiss to his parted lips, “Shhh, don’t say anything, love, I’ve got it all under control.”

-He’d immediately close his mouth with a soft whimper, his eyes going wide with want, he was always eager to follow your commands, to impress you, not matter how small they were.

-He liked it when you took control, it lulled him into the familiar comfort of obeying, but he didn’t hold any fear this time.

-No, he felt so safe, so taken care of with you, he could enjoy the security without worrying about leaving the room with a fresh scar, but he still wanted to impress you, he didn’t even care how eager he came across as.

-“Spread your legs for me, dear.”

-He couldn’t help the sharp inhale he took in, he knew what was coming, (and that he’d be soon enough) and anticipation filled his chest.

-He obeyed without a second though, it seemed to be almost instinctual, and you could feel the warm all along his skin when you pulled down his pants.

-His flush, his singing nerves, the hot hardness between his legs only increased when something almost earth-shattering slipped from your lips, something that’s pushed him over the edge countless times.

-“Good boy, you’re doing so well.” you spoke in a warm, honey voice, pure unfiltered love and adoration shining through your eyes.

-He couldn’t help the whine that left his lips, he felt so warm, like he was boiling with desire, or more accurately, with need.

-“You know what you have to say, love.” You both’ve played this game before, and when you toy with the line of his boxers before pulling them down, he knew.

-“Please.. please, please give to me.” He moaned it out in a high pitched voice, and you ran your thumb over his bare thigh in approval.

-“Good job, love, you’ve earned yourself a reward.” You shuffled down, and when your lips made contact with his length, it was like a bolt of thunder throughout his body.

-He’d let out choked moans, trying not to buck into your mouth despite your coaxing to do exactly that.

-“Mhmm! A-ah! P-please, please!”

-He didn’t have to beg, he was already such a good boy, but you didn’t tell him to stop, enjoying each of his pleas for your mouth to keep working over him.

-And when he looked down, he’d find your eyes trained on him, on the way his lips parted and eyes rolled back in pleasure, a haze that threatened to consume him entirely fogging over his mind.

-The sight of you watching him, dark desire making your pupils expand, until they were almost black, it made the tightness in his stomach finally crest.