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WIP REQUESTS 

My requests may take a long time since I’m busy with college and battling depression. I’ll always make sure to get them done though! I love my requests and asks! 

Conquest and Thragg x GN reader

Pharah x black reader part two

Zayne fluffy smut

Aang x black reader

Katara x reader

Fandoms I’ll write for 

Overwatch

Invincible 

Dragon Age series 

Baldurs Gate 

Guilty Gear

Mass Effect 

JJK

Various monsters

Love and Deepspace 

Resident Evil 

Stardew valley 

Fields of Mistrea

One piece (a bit iffy because of Oda)

Etc

What I won’t write 

Male readers (I only write for female readers, GN readers, nonbinary afab readers, and trans female readers)! 

No one underage or under 20 for smuts. I’m only writing for characters 20 and above on smuts. Any characters that are 19 or younger are not taken unless it’s a fluff platonic story like parent and child, best friends, etc 

Skat or poop fetish content, I won’t write about it if it’s requested. Not to kink shame but I’m not the person you’re looking for to write that stuff. 

Piss kink fetish content. Same thing with skat fetish I can’t write that, but to each their own ♡

Vore

Illegal relationships such as literal incest (not like Caleb since they’re step siblings but I won’t be exploring this trope for now as it’s not my taste), bestiality (not including monster hybrids with human characters like mermaids, werewolves, nagas, etc), and a relationship between a minor and adult will not be taken.

Straight non con won’t be taken, I can only go as far as dub con. 

What I will write: 

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Straight, lesbian, or lgbt relationship 

Reader with a specific body type in mind 

Black readers ♡

Readers with certain characteristics or disabilities (I’d have to do some research to represent respectability)

Multiple characters (my limit is 7 so far) 

Monsters: Mermaid/Merman, Vampires, werewolves, Orcs, Ghosts, Nagas, Demons, Dragon hybrid, other hybrids, tentacles, etc (just ask me ^^) 

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RAFAYEL: ˚⟡˖ ࣪

As a Rafayel main can I put it out there that I think he’d have so many white dress shirts ?

Rafayel’s style has always been elegant and simple besides his many fancy designer suits and his 1930s styled tap shoes. While you wanted to make something funny for him to wear out today for your shopping trip, you weren’t exactly too sure what you were expecting.

Most of his clothes were perfect for summer, the only thing you could probably mess up was the color scheme of his outfit, but that was a rare chance.. the man just had too many white dress shirts.

He had blindfolded you, and now he was taunting you at his closet door while you searched on your hands and knees through his many hung up shirts. You wanted to choose something that didn’t feel thin, but almost all his shirts felt thin! And besides, it was hot outside, you didn’t want him to overheat when the two of you went out for your date.

“Give up cutie? I don’t think you could make me look bad even if you pulled out a trash bag?” He lightly joked, which earned him your weary groan in protest.

“I’m done! Put it on!” You toss him a shirt and some pants before standing up.

“Gladly..” he unties your blindfold before he gets dressed

“Wait wait- you’re supposed to untie it when you’re fully dressed!” He only chuckles,

“It wasn’t hard to put on after all, just need my shirt.” He strips from his white shirt and tugs the one you chose for him over his head…

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes when you saw his big smile..

“It’s not my fault you own so many white shirts is it!?”

“At least the glasses add an artistic touch,” he winks

Alternative Version: 

Rafayel’s closet is a bit colorful, so I can see you accidentally getting two different pieces that don’t go together like red and pink. I genuinely think you’d make him look like a rose petal by the time you finish dressing him up. Surprisingly he somehow makes it work…

ZAYNE: ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You were determined to give Zayne a new look by the end of the day. You two were supposed to go out and watch a movie at the Linkon City Mall, but you wanted to try a trend you had seen online first.

Zayne ties a blindfold over your eyes in seconds, you hum when he pulls the knot to keep it in place before sprinting into his closet. You feel around for everything, casual shoes, some accessories and maybe a cute set to match.

You were probably in his closet for a good hour, searching and scavenging for something that he could wear until you finally stand up when he tells you the movie will start in thirty minutes.

“Ok, sorry— I’m done! Go on! Try it out!”

You hear Zayne rummaging in front of you, unzipping his jeans before slipping a new pair of pants on. He unties your blindfold after a short while and you can’t help but slump over.

Somehow you managed to get them.

The one thing you were avoiding.

Those sunglasses…

“Well,” he inquired “how does it look? You know, I am quite happy you got my favorite pair of sunglasses to match, but since we’ll be in the movies I don’t think it would suffice..”

Alternative Version:

I can see Zayne having some ugly Christmas sweaters in his closet because you bought matching pairs for you both last year. I imagine him being quite embarrassed wearing a warm sweater in the middle of summer like this, but he still looks cute…

CALEB: ˚⟡˖ ࣪

Caleb’s closet looked like it belonged in a Big Time Rush episode. Everything he wore was never practical or “basic,” he loved the early 2010s fashion, and you knew whatever you managed to pick out probably wouldn’t match too well.

You asked him randomly one day to try the trend, giddily letting him tie a black cloth over your eyes.

You start off by quickly rubbing your hands over everything, first you find a jacket, then a shirt, and finally after spinning around in circles you manage to find some jeans.

“Caleb, can you point me to the shoes? I don’t wanna trip..” you stagger in the closet, twisting and turning to find little accessories and add one for this mystery outfit. Caleb comes up behind you, pulling your hand down towards his large shoe collection on the ground. “Thank you!” You happily chirped out, rubbing your hand over loose lace.

You manage to find something, it feels new and firm, so you pick it up and toss it to Caleb.

“I think I’m done..” you stand up as Caleb helps lead you out of the closet back into his bedroom. You could hear him changing in front of you, and it only took a few seconds for him to untie your blindfold.

“Well?” He twirled around, this look was rather nostalgic for him.. it reminded you of when you both were younger. “What do you think?”

You smile, admiring how cute he looked, just like how he used to dress as a freshman in college. “I think I did a damn good job, wouldn’t you say?”

Alternative Version:

You knew Caleb like the back of your hand, he hid all his embarrassing t-shirts in the back of his closet from his early college years, so you’re quick to grab a hold of whatever you could ~

VALKO: ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You knew Valko valued his appearance more than anything. He was always dressed up in fresh fitted clothes that looked like it came straight out of a magazine cover. You weren’t really too sure you’d be able to make something funny. Almost all his clothes matched super well together!

“You won’t find anything funny in my closet, honey.” You could hear the smugness on your lover's tone as you blindly walked through his large closet door. It smelt nice in here, just like fresh pine.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you or anything..” you lie, rubbing your arm timidly before picking up a shirt and tossing it over to him.

“Put that on,”

“Bossy today Mh?”

“Just put it on, Valko!”

You continue rummaging through his stuff while he puts on the clothes you toss him.

“Are you done? Or are you gonna make me cover up more in this heat?”

You puff your lips in annoyance, throwing what you assumed was a piece of jewelry at him, which he catches with ease.

“Whatever, let me see lemme see!” You hop to him, eyes crinkling when you hear his soft laugh. He unties the blindfold on your head before putting his hands on his hips.

“If I’d known better, I would have guessed you wanted me to take you to the gym.”

Alternative Version:

Valko 100% has an alpha wolf shirt in his closet. It was when he was younger and in a phase.. but you actually managed to grab hold of it. Now he has to walk around town like this all day…

SYLUS: ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You made sure to ask Luke and Kieran to stash Sylu’s closet with some embarrassing stuff before you had started, so you were feeling pretty confident you’d make him look a bit silly for you.

“I don’t have much variety in color, Kitten.” Sylus was against your the closet doorframe watching as you fumbled through his many shoes.

“You’ll just have to trust me, Sy” you smile, tossing him a pair “I promise you I’ll have you looking completely different tonight. “

“Is that so?” You didn’t need to see to know Sylus was smirking, you could practically feel it burning into you.

“I know so,” you challenged back, tugging a shirt over in the corner. It was most likely the clown shirt you had asked Luke to buy days ago.

“Done!” You skip up, already taking off your blindfold despite your own rules to keep it on before he finishes dressing.

Surprisingly he was fully dressed, all he was doing was tying his tie.

“Mhh,” he purrs sarcastically “I feel very different indeed”

Alternative Version:

It’s cheating, but you already knew you wouldn’t find much variety in Sylus’s closet, so you purposely put some kitty ears near his shoes and grabbed hold of it when he wasn’t looking.

XAVIER: ˚⟡˖ ࣪

You weren’t too sure you’d be able to get a lot of leverage here since most of Xavier’s closet consisted of grey, white, beige and tan clothes. You still wanted to try nonetheless.

You had promised him a new outfit by the end of the day, a brand new look, a brand new him, but you were starting to really doubt your abilities since there wasn’t much to work with in regards of color. He had other formal wear, but it was far too thick for the Linkon heat.

“Hehe,” you hear Xavier laugh behind you when you pick up what you assume is a jacket. You raise a quizzical brow before throwing it to him.

“What’s so funny?” You softly ask, kneeling down to find him some shoes.

“Nothing–“ he says “nothing important. I was just getting a sense of Déjà vu.”

“Really?” You grab a pair and toss it to him “how so?”

“I haven’t worn that in a long time, it’s nice to see it again, that’s all.”

“Were you a completely different person in terms of fashion back then, Xavier?”

“I suppose you can say that,” he laughs, putting on the jacket with the shirt you had thrown over.

“I think I’m done..” you stand, turning away from him so he can pull away the blindfold “how do you think I did?”

“Well, you tell me.” Your eyes light up when you see Xavier, you can only stare in awe.

“Wow,” you exclaim, “I never knew you had darker toned clothes like this!”

“Oh come on,” he rolls his eyes, “I have plenty.”

“You should wear it more often~”

Alternative Version:

You had accidentally grabbed onto a sleep mask thinking it was a fanny pack. When Xavier went to get dressed, he put it on and fell asleep in seconds on his bed..

SOKKA

“All right all right, let’s cut to the chase. What’s the surprise?”

The light blue lace hugging your body fit nice and snug against your frame. You bought a few clothes from the local tailor a few hours ago when you went shopping. You were originally going to get some groceries, but a cute little lingerie set in the back corner on display caught your eye. You were surprisingly a perfect fit, and the saleswoman had definitely played you like a fool since you had bought it in an instant after trying it on. You had put a blindfold on Sokka after the two of you had eaten dinner, promising him a surprise he couldn’t resist getting his hands on.

“Impatient, huh,” you pull away from him, “maybe you don’t deserve the surprise. I’ll just take it back to the store a—”

“Ok- ok, I’m sorry.” Sokka reaches out for your wrist, strong hand gripping you back toward him. “I’m sorry, forgive me?”

“Mhhh,” you swirl your fingers over his wrist, “maybe, it depends on how grateful you are at the end of the day.”

Slowly, you untie the thick messy knot at the back of his head, smiling giddily when you hear the groan of impatience leave his anticipating lips. You were a bit nervous for his reaction, granted, you’ve never tried wearing anything as risky as this in your entire life.

The makeshift blindfold droops into his lap before puddling to the floor. His eyes light with excitement, then they lower into a wide dim stare. His mouth shuts like a box, a soft clamp that makes you shiver in embarrassment. Did he not like it?

“Sokka?”

You wave your hand over his blank face, not even earning a mere flinch from his eyes.

“What?” You thrust your hand into his forehead, giving him a firm smack that knocks him back into reality. “Do you not like it? If you think I look bad all you have to do is just say so!” Letting out a huff of frustration and embarrassment you turn to leave. You should have known better than to wear this stupid thing.

“Wait!” A hard tug pulls you back onto Sokka’s shaking thighs, he hugs your warm waist tightly to his stomach, nose burying into your shoulder.

“Let me go— mph!” His lips meet yours, his strong hand gripping your chin so you can’t escape the intrusion of his warm silk tongue.

He grips your thighs, rubbing your hips against him, you felt the delectably hard girth from under his pants push against your ass.

“Don’t walk away from me like that, it’s not fair to me,” he sniffs in your scent. “I plan on enjoying my surprise tonight…”

TOPH

“You want to “show” me an outfit?”

You were standing in front of your girlfriend pretty much bare, the only thing you had on was a cheap small black lingerie set. It was a dress shaped set, not too revealing but it covered your lower body completely. The upper part would be the surprise. It was thin, laced and tight, and your nipples poked out thanks to the sharp freeze from the cool air.

“ I want you to feel around it, c’mon, let me know if you like it, Kay?”

“Let me know if it feels good, c’mon don’t be a bummer—“ you twirl your arms around her slim strong shoulders, burying your cheek into her neck. “You’re hurting my feelings..”

“What the hell am I even supposed to say?” She pushes you off her onto the soft cushion below “this stitching feels great,” she bats her eyes “oh, and the way the lines hold the outfit together is just perfect…”

“Toppphhh” you groan loudly in protest “cmon! Just feel my outfit!”

“If I do it will you stop bugging me and let me sleep?”

“Mhm!—Mhm!” You gleefully hop from the pillow on the ground, feet scraping up sand as you walk to her on the hammock. “I think you’ll like it.”

You grab her wrists, placing her calloused palms on your hips.

“Oh wow, a normal dress, can I stop now?”

“Not yet, rub higher.”

Her fingers felt ticklish against your skin, you loved how careful and precise her attention to detail was despite her complaining. She etched over each precious line, each stitch until she got to your chest. Her hard fingertips grazed delicately across your pebbled nipples, you both couldn’t help but gasp out together, her from shock, and you, well you felt electric.

“What the hell are you wearing? Are you even wearing anything?” You feel a hard rising pressure between your feet before sand bends around your legs, hooking your ankles together so she can pull you onto her lap. You laugh viciously when she tickles across your ribcage, her face twisting in confusion when she rubs again at your chest. Her fingertips were extremely dry and calloused, plucking your nipples upward in an involuntary act of pleasure.

“Are you doing this to get a rise out of me?” she snarls, grabbing tightly at your waist as you try to scurry away. “Because it’s working..”

KATARA

“I was planning on joining you, are you really going back to bed without me?” Katara’s voice rang happily out in the dark room. You were under the covers in your shared bedroom, eyes hazy with sleep when Katara finally shows up after hours outside helping Sokka outside. You had put on a cute lingerie set hours ago, hoping that she’d come back eventually and see you in it. But now, you just didn’t have the energy…

“Sorry,” you give a weary smile, scooting over so she could lay down beside you, “you just took so longggg, m’so tired.” Katara gives a half offended huff, pushing a pillow into your face as she laughs vigorously while you struggle underneath her.

“I got a bit distracted with Sokka, he wanted my help testing out his new invention. I told you that!”

“A new invention..” you teasingly cringe “I’m surprised it didn’t kill you.. you must be so tense? Right?” You lift up from your blanket to hug Katara from behind, her shoulders were tense as expected.

“Yeah it was, he was making a big mess and ohhh—“ your hands knead into her back and shoulders while you kiss alongside her neck with peppered pecks. “Sweetheart,” she rasps out “didn’t you say you were tired..? You don’t have to do this for me…”

“Oh shush,” you smile. “If I didn’t want to do it, I’d be back in bed asleep, besides..” you bite into her shoulder, causing her to yelp “I like making you feel good…”

Katara’s soft moans were like music to your ears, you were starting to grow greedy, needy once more for her despite being tired. “Lay back for me, won’t you?”

She does so almost immediately, laying back on the fluffy pillows with a soft sigh of relief, her calloused hands rubbing on your thighs up to your ass before she finally feels thin lace. Her eyes pop open when you crawl on top of her, and if you looked close enough, you were sure you could see some drool oozing down her plump bottom lip. “When did you…?” She whispered, blue eyes big and round as she admires you from below. “Oh sweetheart..” she bites her lip, a hint of guilt evident on her pretty features “You’re making me feel bad now.” She lightheartedly says “You waited up for me in this? “ her strong hands grip into your soft thighs, massaging into you just to hear you moan out.

“Wanted to surprise you..” you pant out when she leans in to bite your thigh.

“I am surprised..”

“Hopefully in a good way?” You shyly inquired, noting how soft her expression gets when she sees your hesitation.

“Maybe I should show you how I feel…” she lifts your legs a bit, peeling the thin bottom lace that shielded none of your pussy to the side. “C’mon, sit down will you? “

ZUKO

“Zuko, are you in here?” You were sneaking all around the palace to look for your husband. He had said he’d be in bed two hours ago, but when you woke up minutes earlier he wasn’t there. It must mean he was still in his throne room. You were in a long robe to cover up your lingerie you had personally requested from your personal tailor. You were with a servant, your friend, who had snuck you out of your room so you could sneakily go find your husband. It was her idea to get this lingerie in the first place, might as well execute your plan since Zuko was prone to being alone since there were so many guards out front.

“Why are we sneaking in again?”

“Obviously because, I don’t want anyone to see me in this..now help me out!”

“There’s a door , servant quarters that leads to the throne room, follow me..” you both sneak inside, making sure to be silent before you enter the side of the throne room. It was empty as expected besides Zuko sitting dead asleep in the middle. You tip toe to him, making sure you’re flush against him before blowing a puff in his ear.

“What the—“ Zuko stiffened in your hold, only relaxing when he sees the cute pout etched on your face in the dim light. “Mhh..” he rubs away the sleep from his eyes before hugging you close. “I missed bedtime didn’t I?”

“Yup..”

“Mh, baby I’m sorry..” he yawns out before he gives a puzzled expression. “Did you walk all the way here in this robe?” He tugs at the silk like fabric in his large hands.

“I have my ways of getting where I need to..now, how are you gonna make it up to me for breaking our promise?”

“Mhh.. what do you..” he yawns, “want me to do?”

“I have a few things in mind.” You lower your robe, licking your lips when you notice your husband’s tired expression jolt up in shock.

“What the–“ he grips you “Baby— did” he looks around “did anyone see you in this?”

You furrow your brows, “no, why? You ashamed?”

“No–“ he chokes out apologetically,, “ Just wanted to make sure they didn’t see what was mine..”

you shift on his lap when you feel a large hardness under you, his pale cheeks pink and shy. “Damn it.. you look gorgeous.”

AANG

“Aang you’re home!” You were in a new long robe, a robe you had bought from the local tailor a few days ago. Aang was visiting a new temple, leaving you alone at home for the past few days. You were friends with the tailor, and since it was your birthday she had gifted you a cute lingerie set despite your vivid hesitation. You were shy about wearing clothes like that, and well.. as for your husband, you weren’t too sure if he even liked stuff like this in the first place. Would he brush it off? You made sure to wear a robe just in case, wanting to at least give him a warm welcome before you strip yourself almost bare in front of him. “How was the trip? You look so exhausted..” you grab his strong hand, leading him into the bedroom. “You must rest.. I insist..” You don’t give him a chance to speak, maybe you were holding things off.. maybe you wanted to distract him from this expensive looking robe around your body so he wouldn’t ask questions, but you know Aang.. he has to ask anyways.

“That’s new, I’ve never seen that on you before, where did you get it?” He rubs along your hip, smug smile evident on his face when he notices your timid face. “You look beautiful..”

“You really think so?” There we go, there was that pretty smile. “I got it from my friend, you know her, she’s Naomi, the tailor shop owner..”

“Ah, I’d recognize her stitching anywhere..” he playfully said “it suits her style, I should have known.”

“You haven’t answered my question,” you play with his lips, rubbing your thumb across the chapped rubber like texture. “How was the trip?”

“Agh— right, I forgot..” he rubs his head, sighing “didn’t find too much of anything. Nothing to bring back to my collection at least..”

“Maybe we should go together next time,” you hum, in which he gives a nod.

“We should, but sweetheart, it’s a bit warm in here,” he rubs across your shoulder, linking his hand under the robe before lowering it down. “You should take this—“

“—Off…”

Aang face immediately flushes red, his big gray eyes widening in shock and awe all at once.

“Shit—“ you scramble to tug your robe back, but Aang holds your wrist firmly in his.

“…She uhm..” you gulp down a nervous breath “she gave me this too.. Do you like it?”

“Sweetheart..” Aang never failed to make you feel like air when he carried you with his big arms, he was pretty quick to flip you gently underneath him. “Do I like it? God yes… you look..”

When the two of you started dating, Jamison was so nervous on how to handle his newfound relationship. He's so nervous on what to do or what to say to impress you. Hell, he wasn’t even sure why you were with someone like him in the first place.

He tries wooing you with different kinds of gifts and sweet words, going out of his way to act like an extremely different person just so he can seem interesting.

It’s only until you sit him down and talk that he finally understands that he doesn’t need to be anyone else, you liked him for who he was.

When Jamison gives you gifts, he makes sure to do it his way from here on out. He doesn’t buy you things, not when he could make you something instead! He makes you all sorts of neat gadgets, and you happily accept them all. Little toys, knickknacks and such, but he was very fond of making you a lot of weapons.

Junker Town was very rugged, not to mention extremely dangerous to outsiders. He made you an entire stash of weapons to use whenever you came to visit him, which was rare since he normally wants to visit you.

Whenever Jamison visits your house he has to be very discreet, he is a wanted criminal after all, but hey, you can never change his mind when he wants to come over, the soft pillows and comforting smell of your home really draws him in.

You both made sure to keep a spot for him to crawl up to the window in the back of your house, too bad he takes the opportunity to sneak in when you’re not home. You’ll sometimes find him already snug in your bed, bag of chips in hand with crumbs clinging to your sheets. You can scold him all you want, doesn’t matter.

Jamison is very clingy whenever you both get in bed together, always wrapping his slim arms around you so he can smell you some more. Your scent is a lot better than smelling like dust and smoke all day (even if he took a shower)…

He’s always mumbling in his sleep, nose so close to the pulse at your throat you can almost feel him taking you in. His body is always cold, but he feels nice to lean into…

Jamison likes to pick you up no matter your size. He’s surprisingly very strong for such a slender man, have you seen those muscles?

Whenever you kiss Jamison, you can always see how flustered he gets. He’s not used to people being nice to him, let alone show him so much tenderness and affection, so his ears and cheeks turn crimson red whenever you get too close to him.

Even though he’s inexperienced, Jamison loves PDA. Showing you off to his fellow Junker Towners makes him feel really proud. He loves you a lot after all…

Loves when you call him “Jami” I don’t really see him liking the nickname “rat.” Hearing you say “Jami~” when you’re teasing him makes him lock up in place like a board. Your voice is always sweet whenever you want him, and that makes his heart want to explode. How was he blessed with such a gentle partner?

Despite your care, you and Jamison do get into arguments from time to time. He’s very bad at reading your body language, and frankly he’s bound to mess up once in a while.

He’s grateful you can communicate with him straightforward, so so grateful you don’t give him the silent treatment and make him guess what’s wrong. You have no idea how much your honesty means to him.

He’s willing to do well for you, be the better partner you deserve.

You take awhile to forgive him, and that’s totally fair since he hurt you pretty badly, but he’ll make up for it with kisses, trembling, clinging around your waist as he begs you to give him another chance.. well, you might as well since he’s being so cute.

“M’sorry, m’sorry!” Jamison hugs around you, his long skinny legs and arms a death trap to keep you in his grip. His body felt freezing cold from the outside air. He had just snuck inside your house while you were getting ready for your shower, getting dust and mud all over you…

“Jamison —“ you yelp in surprise, falling forward onto the floor when he tackles you from behind. He kisses you, chapped lips eager and willing to atone for his actions in rushes pecks over your skin.

“Jamison!” You yell out once more before rolling the two of you over so you were on top of him. “What has gotten into you? Why did you pounce on me!? Oh and look you got the floor and me dirty!” You groan out in annoyance before pinching at his thin cheeks. “You’re lucky—“ you playfully scowl. “I was just about to get in the shower..but looks like you need to join me as well!”

“Yeah—“ Jamison hums into your shoulder, seemingly unaware of what you were saying as he clung to you for dear life “mhm, sorry, sorry, gonna clean ya floor after I hold you..” he whispered before yelping when you playfully spray him with the shower head.

“What was that for!?” He barks back, dodging your weak attempt at attacks in an overdramatized manner by rolling on the wall.

“You’re filthy, Jami!” You manage to corner him against the shower wall, spraying into his dirty blonde hair. “You can’t cuddle me until you’re clean!”

“What were you doing all day?” You grab a bottle of shampoo, his favorite kind you bought just in case he came over and spurt a good amount of product into your hand before scrubbing into his scalp.

“Can’t tell ya,” he mumbled, “not while I’m stuck in this tub,”

“Well fine,” you smile, pinching his cheek before continuing your scrub on his head. You notice his tense shoulders soften when you rubbed over a sensitive spot on his scalp, he lets out a sigh of relief, leaning onto your legs.

“Oh yeeee—“ he croaks, eyes rolling back into his head when you scratch an itchy spot “right thurrrrr—“ his lips purr, bubbling each word into a roll of r’s as he sinks into the fluffy bubbles below. “You know how to make me weak..”

“If only you took baths more often, it’d feel nice like this.” You say, rinsing out his hair with some warm water.

“I like bathin with ya, makes me feel good… don’t wanna do it without ya..”

You laugh softly, pulling his hair softly so you could wash it. “I’m sure you do.. maybe we should do this more often so you can repay the favor?”

Finally finishing his hair you give him a small peck on his cheek, he grabs the shower head, pointing the water on your back to wash off the excess soap.

“Showering is nice, but I can’t wait til we get in bed.. made you something special to say I’m sorry.” He lightly mumbles into your shoulder, squeezing you closer when you tremble.

—

The bath was surprisingly calm, despite getting into a bubble fight and getting almost tickled to death you had made it back in your room. You let Jamison look around in your closet, you knew he had left some of his old clothes there anyway.

“So,” you sit on your bed, crossing your leg with false impatience “what’s my surprise?”

Jamison couldn’t miss the teasing way your lips lifted, he knew you were messing around, and he wanted to play back so badly, but oh, he had such a problem denying you. He gets down on his knees, pulling out a box under your bed.

“When did you have time to leave that there?” You raise an inquisitive brow

“While you were shower preppin’” he held up the box, waiting for you to open it with big round eager eyes.

“Go on then! Open it!”

You lift up the lid, gasping softly when you see a small wooden cup. It had you and Jamison’s initials engraved on it.

“Took me forever to find the right wood..” he growls “but it was worth it for you!”

You happily grin, placing the cup aside before you hold his cheeks.

RAFAYEL ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

You were doomed from the start when you started dating Rafayel. Going to the beach came naturally to him, and while he didn’t want you to get hurt or sunburned he could never ignore the call of the water beckoning his name. He tried to keep you away, tried planning dates In cities with more shade, but you were always curious about him, his world, how couldn’t you be? He was a Lemurian, a creature that you’ve only seen in books throughout your childhood. You wanted to go with him every time he went to a beach, hell, he couldn’t even keep you from going outside when you were on his private island. You were just so amazed by how beautiful he looked whenever he showed you his tail. His pretty girl, how could he ever deny you anything? Nonetheless, he still wanted to keep you safe. He’d be happy to show you his body, his culture, let you feel all over him as you asked him about his anatomy. But, you had to play by his rules.

“Rafayel, where are we going?” You were in a cute two piece outfit, hand entangled with your lovers as he dragged you out to sea. He was dashing, droplets of drooling water coating over his tan lines down his chest. He only smiles at you, coaxing you to the crashing waves as he hums a soft tune.

The water around you glows, and it’s almost like the sea turns quiet for a moment. You feel a long, hard, slippery tendon under you, his tail, his long iridescent tail that was feet taller than you. You can only gasp when he pulls you under the water, you knew you had the ability to breathe when you were with him, but it still was something you needed to get used to. You gulp in the air around you (not that you’d need it anyway..) and plunge down underneath the water with your lover. He holds you protectively against his chest with one of his muscular arms, smiling intently when he notices your vivid confusion.

“Why are we down here?” You softly inquire, pretty eyes widening with awe when you finally look down to see his long light purple tail.

“Aren’t you always the one asking to see more of my world?” Rafayel hums, strong calloused fingers grazing over the small of your back before he guides you deeper under the crashing waves.

“I’ll let you see more of me, alright? As long as you promise to stay out of the sun. Ok, pretty girl?”

Ah, so that’s what he was worried about.

“If you were worried about the sun, I’m sure we could still have some fun under the umbrella, don’t you think?”

Rafayel pouts, crossing his large arms around his firm chest “and put you at risk of heat exhaustion? What kind of boyfriend would I be? “ he swims toward you, long slender body towering your small frame. It was almost scary how big he was.. “besides,” he kisses your cheek, calloused hands rubbing along your waist “I prefer being under water anyway. And seeing you like this.. well it makes me want to keep you down here with me”

“Rafayel—“

“I’m kidding,” he wasn’t “let’s just go explore a bit hm?” He trails you beside him, keeping his arm protectively wrapped around your waist to the deep ocean below. It was honestly beautiful how surreal this all was, and you couldn’t help but want to explore everything and talk to every little creature you came across. You and Rafayel stayed down there for hours until the sun shined no longer through the water. You were exhausted when he dragged you up to the surface, arms crossed around his neck before you both collapsed in the sand, looking up at a now dark sky.

“That’s better than the beach, hm? Better than all the extra heat?”

You smile playfully before grabbing at his ear, laughing as he groans dramatically in false pain.

“I suppose I can form an opinion if you take me again tomorrow..?”

“Y’know, just to be sure! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)”

XAVIER ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

You’ve never really needed a lot of protection from the sun when it came to hanging out with Xavier. He was surprisingly a night owl, always awake when the skies were clouded with black because he slept through most of the day due to his exhaustion. But he knew that you needed the extra protection when dealing with the harsh rays of the sun, he even worried that his evol was too much for you to handle at one point. He’s always careful around you, and he makes sure to let you borrow all his warm big hoodies and long sleeves shirts whenever you leave his place. Xavier is pretty protective when it comes to you, he knows you can appear “different” to those around you, so he’s always looking out for people being rude or disrespectful to you for no reason. He also knows that the people around you can always come and draw some unwanted attention… One small, not so lighthearted joke of him threatening to throw hands at someone bothering you is always a good way to shut people up…

“Xavier, look! This one is really funny looking!” You and Xavier were at the arcade, already down to 10 tokens out of the 100 you had bought earlier. You were both at the claw machine, your arm clung close to his as you tug at him, whining childishly about how much you wanted one of the funny looking large plushies in the back. You knew he wasn’t the best at these kinds of games, but a bit of light hearted teasing wasn’t going to hurt him.

“Do you want it?” He lightly replied , smiling gently before placing his hand on the machine's lever. You smile back, nodding your head “yeah, please get it for me, ok? Imma go get us a snack! You’ll have it when I get back right?”

Xavier can only confidently hum, gripping onto the machine's ledge “I’ve been reading a more thorough book on claw machines,” he states “with this new method I’ve learned, I should have it in no time.”

You grab your purse, making your way over to the snack bar in the back of the arcade. Children and couples swoop past you, crowding their way through to go play. The line at the snack bar wasn’t very long, only a few people were in front of you. You scroll on your phone in the meantime, lost with a funny video you found to distract you from the slow line.

“Hey, I was talking to you-!” You’re snapped out of your trance when a large man blocks your way, you were supposed to be the next in line, but he made sure to curve himself like a damn wall so you couldn’t move forward.

“You’re albino, right? I’ve never seen a person like you in real life. Can I take a picture?” The man rings the name out like an insult. You hesitate, waving your hands in an apologetic gesture to get him to leave you alone, but he only persists, caging you in so you couldn’t leave.

“You know, I heard people who are albino are magic and—“

“Excuse me,” the stern voice from your irritated lover breaks the man’s trance. Xavier’s coin pot was empty, and surprisingly he had the plushie you wanted wrapped tightly between his arm.

“I think you’ve asked enough questions, do you get off on bothering women?” Xavier stands in front of you, and if it wasn’t for the fact he was holding so much junk in his hands, you were sure he’d pounce immediately. “Can’t you see she wants to be left alone?” He steps forward, the difference in height between them was almost comical…

The once proud man quivers in fear, finally stepping to the side to let you pass, you entangle your arm with Xavier, giving an appreciative smile “I see you got the plushie after all..?” He laughs.

“I told you I’d get it for you, right? But from now on, let’s stick together, ok?”

You grin, booping onto his nose “that sounds fine to me.”

SYLUS ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

The sun was never a concern in the N109 zone, but that didn’t mean your skin wasn’t one of Sylus’ utmost priority. He knew you had to go back to work in the extreme heat as a hunter, so he made sure to talk to multiple dermatologists so he could come up with the best skin care routine for you. He’d buy you anything you wanted (or needed) after all, you didn’t even need to ask. He wanted to make this skin care routine personally for his sweet baby. While the sun wasn’t a problem, there were… a lot of different issues when you went to visit him. Since you had albinism it wasn’t uncommon for people to look at you strangely. You were basically in danger as soon as you stepped into the city. As sad as it was, people were cruel, and people with albinism didn’t get off too well in the N109 zone since people only saw them as black market potential, and you were no exception.

“Hold the trigger, just like that.. put your eye near the lens, a bit closer… there you go.” You were in Sylus’s personal shooting range, he had called you a few days ago to help him out with a personal project, but you would have never guessed that it was something as cool as this… He had personally picked you up in his car right after you got off work from the hunters association, smiling proudly as he played with your cheek as you looked at him in utter confusion.

“Where are we going? “ you asked sweetly, kissing into his calloused hands as you pulled up into the parking lot of a large building.

“You’ll have to be patient, kitten.” He said before ruffling your hair in his large hand. “I don't want to ruin the surprise.”

Now here you were, back pressed against your boyfriends large chest as he helped steady your arms while you held this big ass gun.

“It’s really.. clear..” you mutter in surprise “My guns don’t normally have a good zoom.. it’s still pretty blurry.. how did you manage to make it so clear?” You shoot one of the test dummies near the end of the room in the head, watching in awe at how accurately you had sniped it.

“I may have asked around for some favors about your eye prescription..” he says calmly, brushing off your reasonable confusion and anger.

“Ok..” you raise your brow, lowering the gun “As weird as that is, and I don’t think I have the energy to even ask how you got my prescription in the first place.. I should thank you.” You smile sweetly, melting your boyfriend's heart as he peered at you.

“I think it’s nice to have an extra set of protection.. not just here, but anywhere. I’m really thankful! And this gun has such a good zoom in feature” You hug him, nuzzling your head into his hard chest. Sylus sighs, rubbing his fingers over your neck.

“Speaking of extra protection, I didn’t just stop at the gun..”

He gently pulls away from you before walking over to the desk near the window. A big black bag, he lifts it easily across his wide shoulders before making his way back to you.

“Go on, look inside.”

You dig curiously in the bag, gasping in shock when you see a ton of weapons and self defense tools…

“Promise me,”

“Promise you what?” You pick up a small vile of pepper spray before hooking it to your hunters belt.

“That you’ll bring these with you always. Doesn’t matter where you are. I want you to wear it..” he sounded stern, but you couldn’t help but see the worry in his eyes.

“Ok,” you smile, standing up so you can reach for the gun again “I promise. In the meantime let’s practice some more, shall we?”

CALEB ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Ever since the two of you were young, Caleb took extreme precautions to guarantee your safety..even if his way of showing it was..mildly questionable?

You were picked on a lot as a kid, mainly for how much people got freaked out when they saw your eyes. The kids at school would taunt you, calling you all sorts of names that made you want to shrink away and cry, but Caleb would never back down if he saw anyone giving you a hard time, in fact, he made sure to make anyone who even looked at you a wrong way pay dearly. He’s been your shield for so long, and now that the two of you had been apart for so long, it was hard to acknowledge that you really didn’t seem like you needed him that much anymore to protect you…but that wouldn’t stop him from trying.

“Caleb, breakfast is ready!” You and Caleb were in his house, he had invited you over to stay the night since he had a few off duty days for the week. He had promised to spoil you with a good time if you agreed to come over, so you naturally begged him to go to the mall and get some shopping done. You were up early, already dressed and dolled up to go.

“Mh, you gonna eat breakfast? Actually, let me guess, you already ate, hm?”

“Mhm! Mhm!” Your chipper attitude was cute, and the fact you stared at him so intently to hurry up and eat already made him want to laugh.

“Alright, alright,” he picks up his fork, purposely eating his eggs slowly “I’ll hurry up, but you know I’m a slow eater,”

“Caleb!” You whine “cmon!”

You start tickling and poking at his chest, urging him to eat faster “Calebb”

It takes a lot of whining and kisses to make Caleb hurry up and eat his food, but you both still managed to get to the mall at a reasonable time nonetheless.

“Caleb, look!” You point at a store on the other side of the mall, dragging his heavy weight behind you. “Cmon! You gotta get me this, please?”

You skip across the mall with Caleb, smiling and giggling the whole entire time… well until now. Here you were, huddled up on a chair while hugging the plushie that Caleb had bought you hours earlier. You were quiet now, too quiet even for you.

“Pips?” Caleb had come back with two large drinks in his hand. He had left you alone for a bit so he could find something to snack on. “What’s wrong? You good?”

He kneels down on one knee, pressing his hand into your damp cheek so he can lift your chin up. “Talk to me.”

“It’s embarrassing..” you whimper, pushing yourself away so you can huddle into your plushie.

“What happened…” He wasn’t asking anymore, he uses his evol, lightly pulling the giant teddy away from you. “Cmon, tell me so I can make it better. What happened..”

You sigh in defeat, looking around the large cafeteria before pointing at a group of men. “When you went to get us something to eat, those men came up to me, started calling me a freak. I–“ you sigh, “I know I shouldn’t let stuff like this get to me, people have said rude shit behind my back ever since I was born..even straight up to my face. I guess I just, get too comfortable.. too blissfully ignorant that I’m different. I want to not care, I do but, god it hurts hearing it every single day. I’m so tired…”

Caleb goes silent, eyes closed with fury and sadness. It wasn’t unusual for people to stare at you wherever you went, it was also normal for him to follow you around and protect you from those people who try and talk to you with bad intentions. Knowing that he didn’t protect you this time, and you were so sad that you even started crying physically hurt him.

“C’mon, sit up. Go to the bathroom and freshen yourself up. Imma wait out here, ok, baby?”

“Mhm..” you rub your puffy eyes in shame, walking to the bathroom across the food court. When you’re out of sight Caleb grabs his phone, taking a side picture of the three men before sending it to Gideon

‘Find out who they are, don’t care what you have to do to find out, just do it.’

He texts Gideon for a while until you finally come back out, face turned up in a gentle smile. “I’m sorry I ruined the mood..”

Caleb shushed you immediately, giving you a soft kiss on the lips “Don’t be ridiculous, you didn’t do anything wrong. How about we get out of here and go to the park ? Have a picnic.”

“That sounds good!” You lean into his chest as he texts on his phone with one hand while holding you with the other. He was pretty determined to figure out who those men were now.

ZAYNE ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

Is it possible not to get scolded about your health when you’re dating a doctor? You and Zayne have been close since the two of you were kids. He’s always been strict when it came down to your skin, always. “You shouldn’t leave the house without putting on sunscreen,” “put on the safety hat I bought you for outdoors,” “make sure to stay out of the su—“

You knew Zayne had good intentions, but you felt like a huge burden.. and you were a bit tired of dealing with the heat and the people anyways. So you plan a trip for the two of you in the mountains! You’d still need sunscreen, but definitely not as much since you’d be covered up from head to toe.

“Zayne! Look!” You wobble down the hill in your large coat and chunky boots, laughing happily when you see a cute little white fox near a tree. It was snuggled up, sleeping and snoring under its tail. Zayne comes right behind you in an equally fluffy jacket, his nose was flushed pink and his skin was frosty to the touch, but nonetheless he looked pretty comfortable.

Zayne steps quietly behind you, footsteps only making a quiet squelch against the thick snow. You could see the soft blush on his face when he saw the cute fox. You knew he couldn’t resist looking in awe when surrounded by cute things (especially you).

“A white fox..” he repeated, kneeling down to get a closer look. “Normally it would have been on high alert right now, considering how loud we were being..”

You both inch closer to the creature, peeking over it. Zayne reaches out his hand, petting the creature on the head. It stays still, still nuzzled under its tail.

“Zayne,” you whisper, “I don’t think it’s..”

Zayne is quick to take action, picking up the small creature in his arms.

“I’ll take it back to the cottage with us. I’ll take a look and see if it’s ok, it should still be alive. The heartbeat is pretty faint..”

You and Zayne wobble your way back towards the rental cabin, and before you know it you’re both in front of the fire place with the tiny little fox. She was asleep thankfully, and her tiny little staggered breaths were so heartbreaking to hear, you didn’t dare leave her side. You made sure to bundle up a few blankets and pillows, laying beside her.

“I bought some hot coco. Any changes?” Zayne sits besides you on the floor, laying his head atop yours as you both worriedly look at the sleeping baby fox.

“Nothing yet..” you hug your knees, sipping your hot coco.

“…”

“What’s the matter, I can tell you’re thinking about something.” He runs his large fingers under your chin, tilting it up so he can look at you. “I’m here..”

“Uhm..” you bite your lip.

“Are you worried about the fox?” He inquired

“That, and I’ve just been thinking. What if she was abandoned? Where is her family? I’m also thinking about how different we are yet so similar. So pale, but very different towards the heat.. her coat is to keep her warm, me? My skin just burns up whenever I’m outside.”

Zayne lowers his cup on the floor, grabbing your hand in his.

“Sometimes I feel like a burden y’know? I know you care about me, care about my safety but I feel so weird being different.. always having to take extra steps to protect myself… I wish I didn’t have to.. look different I suppose? Be different?”

Zayne rubs his fingers over your knuckles, squeezing your hand protectively.

“I don’t think there’s a thing wrong with being ‘different’ ; everyone has their differences. I've seen many patients in my time. Everyone has something they are ashamed of, something that they want to hide, a disability, a scar, a problem... But I never thought on it. I just see them as a person. Someone who needs my help. You may need a few more minutes to get ready in the day, and you may be more sensitive to the sun, but you being different is what makes you special.” He rubs your cheek, giving you a soft kiss on the lips. “Don’t ever think of yourself as a burden..” his eyes crinkle in approval when he sees your cute smile.

“Now,” he says, looking at the fox again as it curls into a ball in its sleep. “Let’s make sure our little friend is okay, hm?”

VALKO ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ (A bit shorter cause we don’t have much on him yet)

Valko was always prepared to smother you with care whenever he was around, he even made sure to keep his pack in check and always carry around some extra protective gear and clothing when he knew you’d be outside in the sun. You surprised him when you said you wanted to go outside to the forest where he used to live. While there were a lot of trees, he still didn’t want you out in the sun…

“Valko.. isn’t it like 99 degrees outside?” You were in one of Valko’s large black hoodies, he was circling you, putting dabs of sunscreen on your face.

“Still, don’t want you to burn up, the sun will kill a pale thing like you.” He smirks, and you can’t help yourself from pushing him away.

“Aw darlin don’t be mad, look.” He hands you a portable fan and a bottle of cold water. “I’ve come prepared, won’t have my baby heating up on me, yeah?”

You playfully smile back at him, hugging into his arm. “Fine,” you huff “let’s go..”

The Forrest was a lot bigger than you thought it’d be, it was almost shocking how quickly Valko was able to scout himself back to his den.

“This is where I lived,” he proudly proclaimed, reaching out his hand for you to grab at.

“Wait— where are we going?” You puff your lips in confusion when he gestures to you to start climbing up the rock on the small cave.

“Beautiful view up there. Cmon, wanna show you!”

He hops quickly from rock to rock, and minutes later you can’t see him any longer…

You’re slow climbing up, but you eventually crawl behind him on the ledge at the top. He held out his hand for you.

“Valko, didn’t you say you wanted me out of the sun!?” You glare.

“I got that covered, C'mere.” He hoists you near him, and in seconds you feel his big fluffy tail over your head.

“Really?” You laugh,

“I told you I won’t let my girl get burnt..” he pinches your nose.

RAFAYEL ⋆˚꩜｡ּ

What you were asking for was absurd! You were pregnant! Heavily pregnant at that, and here you were clinging onto your husband, whining into his ear about how one of his cocks couldn’t keep the hunger you had contained, you needed more.. and you’d beg him on your hands and knees until he complied. :

Your palms clamp down on your husband's strong shoulders, long nails digging into his flesh as he hisses out in pain. You both were underwater, his enormous strong tail holding you up as he tried to lower you down onto his big fat iridescent cock

“No,” you pant out, he had just finished fingering you moments before, and you were sure he was about to deny you more pleasure since he hid his second cock under his scales in between his slit. “Not today, give me more.”

You hug against him, rubbing your finger over his messy slit, lazily brushing the precum dripping from inside him over his soft folds “Please, Rafayel… Please I want more..” you bite your bottom lip hard, noting how your husband crumples underneath you when you stick your fingers inside him, trying your best to urge his dick out. “Please” you whine, pressing impossibly close against him. “Please Rafayel—“

“C-Cutie..” he gasps out in shock when he feels the soft tips of your fingers rub over the swollen head of his sheathed cock, his free one twitches between your puffy folds, desperately trying to push itself inside. Why were you trying to rile him up when you were like this? When he wanted so desperately to hold back.

“No-!” You croak, “please baby, please! Need more.. please..”

“You’re impossible…” he huffs, his ears a nice rose shade of pink like his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you, not when you’re like this..” he rubs his large hand over the curve of your swollen tummy, whimpering when you grind against his thick cock in retaliation “You’re- pregnant, I can’t—“

Your eyes water with despair, even if you both were under the sea, your desperation was evident when he saw your eyebrows furrow up in defeat.

“Damn it—“

You’re flipped around instantly, pregnant body only held up by the thick water around you and your husband’s death grip on your hip, and one hand laying protectively over your stomach. Being underwater really helped you shift in new positions easily…

“You’re damn stubborn!” You almost scream when you feel the tips of both heads prod at your entrances before slowly pushing in. Finally, that stretch you haven’t felt in months found you again… you choke, legs flailing when the rim of your ass stretches around him.. it had been awhile since you’ve felt this full…

“F-Fuck..” he bites down on your ear before pumping his hips, big fat cocks hitting so deep inside you that the one inside your pussy beats against your cervix… it should be painful, this WOULD be painful, but you were lucky, lucky that your husband’s natural arousal worked as a lube and relaxant, it always felt like he was spilling before you even did anything… “Mhhh—“ he gasps, finally embracing the feeling of both your holes wrapping so perfectly around him again “Wanna give you more babies.. wanna give you more of me… don’t wanna let you go ever..”

Your scent was intoxicating, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was drunk of your smell alone. He buries himself deep, grinding the ridges of his abnormal fat cocks against your gummy walls as you holler out into the vast ocean. Any lemurian miles away could hear you being fucked by the sea god, but none would ever dare interfere.

Rafayel lifts your legs with both hands, spreading you open as you slowly fall on his bumpy cocks so they impale deep within you before he thrusts at an abnormally high speed.

You were sure you could see the mix of your juices puddling below you in the water as it squirts out with each sloppy thrust from your husband, but you didn’t have the energy to focus on that when he was abusing your insides.

“Not even done carrying this one and I already wanna put another in you.. you carry my child so well..” he kisses your cheek, a sweet gesture in comparison to the brutal speed he was pumping in you. “You look divine…” the stroke of both his cocks inside you felt so slippery and raw, the mix of the ocean water and the huge amount of cum spilling from him made it so easy for him to hump you like a mere small fleshlight.

“Rafayel-!” You gag, eyes stinging with tears when his cocks massage you simultaneously, rubbing against another despite being in different places..it made you want to scream! “Rafayel!

“Rafayel!!”

It’s like Déjà vu when he stills in you, balls clenching up before spilling loads of his cum inside your swollen walls in short spurts that may have turned your insides white. He rubs against your stomach, eyes crinkling when he tries to feel for your young.. “Are you satisfied?,” he whispered into the shell of your ear, making you weakly shiver into his chest as he continued pumping in you to help you both ride your highs. “I can go another round if you’re up for the challenge..”

XAVIER⋆˚꩜｡ּ

Your star was always quite rough in bed, now that you were pregnant he couldn’t be more gentle..too gentle in fact. You’ve been only getting dry little humps from him, his fingers, but you needed more, you felt like you’d burst if he didn’t give you his all…:

“Xavier?” You were wrapped in a blanket on your husband's lap, he was laying against your pregnant belly, listening and feeling for your soon to be child.

“Mh?” He sleepily responded, holding your hands before rubbing into your knuckles.

“Are you not attracted to me anymore?” You lightly inquired, eyes filled with hesitation and guilt. It was almost inhuman how quickly Xavier sat up, his eyes were wide, and he had stopped rubbing your stomach in exchange to hold you tighter

“Why would you say something like that, angel?” He rubs your back, pulling you into him so he can rub and cuddle into your squishy body. “Am I not making you feel attractive? Because you should know I can’t keep my hands to myself when you’re like this, you look so cute and plump how can I not be head over heels.?” He rubs your sore tummy, mumbling into your shoulder as you let out a soft shy moan. “So full..” he whispers, strong warm hands glowing as he fondles your top so he can rub at your bare breast. He flicks at your nipples, grinding his cock into your ass while you softly whine his name. “See, look at that, so pretty..”

“You haven’t really..” you pant, grabbing at his wrists so you could pull away, but he only pinches and twirls your nipples around more. “You haven’t really had sex with me in a w-while.” Xavier sits still for a second, his round greyish eyes open in shock. So, that was the problem.

“Honey, I’m sorry, let me make it up to you, ok? Lay on your tummy..here” he gets your pregnancy pillow and a few other cushions so your stomach is elevated and you’re nice and comfortable, you’re about to question him but he’s already slipping off your shorts and panties as they puddle up on the floor.

“There,” you could hear the smile from his weary tone “you look great like this..I didn’t mean to neglect you, I’ll do better..” Xavier rubs his fingers over your entrance before pushing them inside. “You’re wet, but I can do better..” he smiles, pumping his fingers into you at an alarming speed… your legs tremble, it was almost like you were getting fucked by a vibrator. “Squeezing them so tight..” he mumbled, biting into his lips before stroking the pads of his fingers on your g-spot. “You missed this.. I can tell.. that’s my bad..”

You yelp, squeezing your hands against your pillow as you rock your hips back to meet his sloppy thrusts of his fingers. You cum in seconds, legs going weak and hazy immediately when you spurt around him.

“Xavier!!”

“Hm? It’s ok baby..I got you, let it out on me.. don’t worry about a mess, ok?”

You cry out your husband's name like an endless symphony, so distracted by your release you don’t even notice him lowering his boxers until you feel him stuff your puffy pussy with his big cock.

“Ha—“ gagging out a strangled whine you bury your face into the couch cushion, expecting him to get ready and fuck your lights out, but he only gives you a few low thrusts of his hips..

Slow, soft sex was nice, and while it felt good, you both had only had soft sex occasionally..you wanted it a bit rougher..

“Xavi..” you pout “harder, please —“

“Harder?” He raises his thick eyebrow, grabbing at your hips to slow you down when you start rutting yourself on him. “I don’t want to hurt you…”

“Just for today, please Xavi?”

—

You’ve been on your back for hours as Xavier fucked you from above, legs wrapped loosely on his strong waist as he pumped his thick seed inside you over and over again. You were spread out on him, pussy gaping and sore from how much he battered into you.

“Gonna give my angel what she wants..” he hisses, rubbing your breast in his hands once more. “Gonna make sure she’s satisfied…”

SYLUS⋆˚꩜｡ּ

Your husband said he was too big..and while he still graciously ate you out on his tongue and fingered you until you fell back with stars twirling around your head, he just wouldn’t give you his cock!! He was worried, he’d probably hurt you if he let his selfish desires take over his reason. :

Sylus didn’t miss how you sadly talked on the phone with your best friend Tara late at night when you thought he was in his office. How you felt like something was wrong with you and your body despite his reassurance that he didn’t want to hurt you because of his huge size. You were so far along in your pregnancy that he was afraid he’d squish you if you even laid too close together in bed, so he could see why you were scared because he was keeping his distance.

He ponders in his office for hours, too guilty to go back to the room and face you head on. You didn’t hear him walk by, but he can’t help himself from feeling like a piece of shit for making you feel so undesirable. You couldn’t be far from the truth, you looked so beautiful with his young inside you, it was almost impossible for him to keep his hands off you, especially when he ate you out. You smelt so warm, so familiar and sweet.. it was almost criminal how weak you made him feel.

You were laying in bed when Sylus came back to the bedroom, snuggled up on your side with your pillow and legs curled against your protruding belly that peeked so cutely under the silk blankets.

He hugs you from behind, rubbing soft loving circles into your swollen belly while inhaling your sharp sweet scent. You felt divine in his hold, so gentle and squishy, he was afraid he’d hurt you if he rubbed you too hard. It wasn’t common that he treated you like frail glass. You were a capable hunter, after all..

“I’m sorry,” he kisses your ear, humming as you sleepily moan in your sleep. He apologizes for everything, for leaving you feeling so insecure, and for neglecting you. At times like these he was glad you wore only panties and his t-shirt to bed.. made it so much easier for him to slip the wet band of your underwear to the side so he can stuff your pretty cunt with his meaty fingers.

You let out a groan of confusion in your sleep, legs buckling together, he only shushes you, rubbing your clit with his free hand to ebb the huge stretch “shh, shhh,” he lovingly whispered “I know baby, I know. I’m here…” he kissed into your cheek, removing his damp fingers slowly from your sex so he could line his thick head against your entrance. Sylus was always a stretch to take, but at times like these he’s glad he can use his evil to give you some form of comfort and protection.

“Shhhh— good girl.” He slips the tip inside, stretching you out just like you wanted.. you squirm around, eyes gritting before they slowly open.

“Sylus—?” You gasp, pussy fluttering around his tip as he rubs your clit.

“Sh, baby, let me in.” He pushed his hips further, breaking all barriers before bottoming out inside you, still pinching and rubbing your clit to help ease the burn.

“Sylus..what’s going on..?” You yawn, pretty eyes locking onto his ruby ones.

“You looked so bright..so round and beautiful, couldn’t resist any longer..” he rasps, pumping himself slowly so his cock drags against your walls. You could feel him pulsing, feel how excited he got when he heard you moan, earning you a rash twitch of him inside you.

“A-Ah! Sylus..” you grip the mattress when he lifts your leg up to pump inside you in a better angle. His balls slapping gently against your ass.

“Sylus—“ you mewl, eyes still dry from sleep as you try to reach for his hand “Sylus—“

“Let it out,” he says, rocking himself into you..oh my gods! You were about to break.

“Oh! Fuck!” You whine, uncaring if anyone else could hear you when you squirt all over his dick and lower stomach “Fuck!!”

His balls clench before he spills in you, warm milky cum coating your walls.

“You’re so beautiful like this, I should show you some more appreciation..”

ZAYNE⋆˚꩜｡ּ

Zayne hadn’t touched you at all since your stomach got heavier. He had only reduced every interaction you both had into simple cuddles and innocent acts of quality time. You’ve never felt so pent up and frustrated in your life. Little did you know your husband was also struggling…:

Zayne was expecting you to be asleep at this hour. He had just got home, and here you were, wide awake on the bed as you fingered yourself desperately to his name. You hadn’t noticed him yet.. it was far too dark for you to see out into the hallway, but wow.. what he could see from here almost felt unreal. Your breast puddles up, more thick and plump than months ago, and your round stomach looked beautiful on you… it was hard to imagine you were so swollen with his child.

“Z-Zayne..” you’d mumble under your breath, drawing his erection to hug pathetically tight against his work pants “Zayne..” your lips tremble, and your weak body twitches, he can only assume you orgasmed… Your body was glowing, puffy breasts heaving up and down when you pulled your fingers out your clenching hole.

Zayne can’t help himself.. his feet travel on their own before he’s in bed besides you, large hand grabbing your wrist so he can admire your worn out expression.

“You’re home..” you whisper.

“I am..” he says equally as gentle.

“Zayne…” your pretty eyes soften with desire, an alluring call that makes your husband's legs almost go weak. “Please fuck me..it’s been so long and I–“

“M’ss you so much..”

“Need you..”

“Please..I-“

Zayne could have been dreaming, your voice sounded so dreary and sweet, like a siren luring him in, not that he’d ever try to run away though.

“You’re pregnant, I won’t put you and the baby at risk, you’re too far along and—“ he was fighting himself, veins strained as sweat pooled down his warm pink cheeks when he saw the large frown spread on your plump puffy lips .

—

“Oh—Oh- Zayne!”

You were on your back, legs comfortably tied around your husbands thick waist when he lines himself up against your entrance. He had spent an hour between your legs, catching up on old times that you didn’t even need lube since you were dripping, but he gave it to you anyway, long slender fingers scissoring it inside you in controlled thrusts as you screamed into the pillow he had handed you moments ago. Now he was finally giving you that attention you’ve been waiting so long for. The head of his cock leaked warm precum over your sensitive clit, and he only adds more fire to the flame by rubbing his tip in circles on your tiny pearl.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered against your neck “m’so sorry for neglecting you.”

He finally pushes himself inside you, thick tip parting your dripping entrance so you can tightly engulf around him. He’s so slow, scarred hand rubbing over your round stomach so he doesn’t squish you while he sinks inside you. He felt so weak..so so weak like his legs would give out any minute.

He manages to bottom out, cock snug and warm inside before he stills completely.

“Tell me if I hurt you, I can’t forgive myself if I— mnggg, shit, sweetheart..”

You grind your hips impatiently against his, skin slapping loudly as you hammer yourself onto his long cock.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sh, sh, sh—here— here, let me do the work..”

“Missed this pussy…”

Zayne wraps his fingers around your plush swollen thighs, gripping them tight before he starts to thrust his shaky hips. “Sh, Sh, sh— good girl….. just like that..”

His large finger presses down on your clit, rubbing it in tiny little circles as he starts to fuck into that spot inside you that made you cry out his name.

“Mhh I’m so sorry, honey—“ he grinds up, hitting the pleasure point inside you like a toy button. “M’Sorry for neglecting you– hah–“

“You look so pretty— so damn pretty.. so full..” you cry out his name, fingers clinging into the mattresses from how overstretched you felt from his cock. “My pretty girl..”

“Mhh… you carry life so elegantly..”

“carrying my young..” he pants out, eyes dimming with need before you spurt around him, pussy squelching each time his long cock forces its way back inside you.

“That’s it,” he praises, rubbing a stray tear from your eye when you finally come down from your high. “Good girl..I’ll make up for my mistakes..ok?” He starts to thrust again, shushing you gently when you whine “Gonna take care of you all night baby..”

VALKO⋆˚꩜｡ּ

You were pissed the fuck off with your husband. First he got you pregnant with twins and now he has the balls to ignore you when you needed him the most? You needed him, needed to be fucked beyond those stupid sex toy’s you bought yourself. It couldn’t match how thick he felt in you. It’s fine, you’d just have to find a way to get him to listen…:

“Look at that,” your husband smiled deeply when you angrily wobbled into his office, you looked so cute like this, puffy lips stuck in a pout and your eyebrows furrowed so tight that it was almost hard to take you seriously. Not to mention your cute little body as you tried to look intimidating while standing over him as he sat in his chair… you were so round, so full and swollen, he was surprised you even had the energy to come all the way up here in the first place.

“I thought you were going to stay in bed,” he pulled you into his lap abruptly, holding your jaw with a teasing gleam in his eye, laughing when you try to bite at his long fingers.

“It’s too early to stay in bed—“ you huff

“Why haven’t you fucked me!?”’ You push him back against the spinning chair, “are you trying to bully me or something?”

“I know you can smell me— so why can’t you do something about how I’m feeling? I feel so desperate for you, Valko, please..”

“Can’t you feel how much I need you ..?” You lean in to kiss him, but he spins you around so your back is facing him.

“So you’re just going to ignore me? I spill my heart out to you and you just— oooohhhh!!!” You don’t know how he managed to surprise you, but the thick base of his cock slips into you with an easy quick stroke.

“Mhmg—“ your lips part when he thrusts up into you a few times, and you quickly cry in frustration when he stops.

“Be good,” he playfully whispers before pointing to the door. Maybe this was all a sick joke, but karma really has its ways of working fast… two men, two of Valkos men walk in, their suits are stained with blood, but that doesn’t stop them from still looking professionally etiquette.

“We’re here, boss.” One says, you can see the way his wolf ears twitch when he enters the room and sees you seated pretty on your husband's lap.

“And Mrs. Ao.” They bow to you, and you can’t help but nervously nod your head in response, too scared to move since you were stuffed to the brim with 7 inches of dick.

“My wife will join us, she’s been feeling a bit under the weather, so I’m just keeping an eye on her, let’s begin?”

Valko rubs a hand over your swollen belly, dick twitching proudly in your guts knowing he was the one that knocked you up.

“We don’t mind, boss” one man says

“Yeah, it’s a shame Mrs. Ao feels unwell, especially since you’re so long in your pregnancy right?”

You helplessly nod, smiling awkwardly as your juices puddle up on your husband's lap.

“You’re leaking,” he whispered, “you know us wolves have a keen sense of smell..do you think they can’t tell how desperate you are right now?” His hot breath makes you shiver in embarrassment and shame, you can’t help yourself from crumbling back against him as some sort of shield.

The meeting with the two underdogs was long, way too long that you started to feel drowsy on your husband's cock. You lean into his chest, eyes drooped and lids closed as you listen to them talk about their next team strategy.

“Yeah, she looks cute, doesn’t she?” You wearily open your eyes when your husband rubs your browline, both the men were looking at you again, both now with flush faces. It wasn’t uncommon for his kind to be shameless with their partners in the open, but it still made them a bit shy.

“I told you they could smell you, honey..” he licks your neck, “I really tried to be still as I could” he pouts and you can’t help yourself from shrieking internally in embarrassment.

“You were leakin all over me,” he smirks teasingly

“She’s carrying our babies like a champ..no wonder she’s so pent up from working so hard” he rubs your tummy once more,

“Aren’t I lucky that she’s mine?” You can almost hear the growl in his tone.

You don’t speak, you don’t dare to, but Valko forces a moan out of you with his hips, bouncing you up and down on his swollen sensitive cock. “Let me just help her out..” he calmly replied, grinding into you like nothing was wrong with the situation.

“Go on,” he rasps “you two can continue..”

The two men get up like nothing happened, going back to presenting their piece while your husband bounces you up and down his veiny pulsing cock with an uninterrupted calm expression. He may have seemed civil on the outside, but you could feel the thumps of his tail as you grinded into him like a cock drunk slut.

“You both make a really good case..” Valko hums, leaning his hand down to rub and pinch at your sensitive clit, making you cry out in shock.

“I’ll think over it after tonight, dismissed.” He releases the men, and when they finally walk through the door he pins you to the table, holding onto your belly as a cushion so you don’t bump into it while he fucks into you.

“You’re evil!” You cry out, eyes puffy and wet with tears from overstimulation. “Mhh! Evil—“

“I just like showing you off, so pretty carryin my pups anyway, couldn’t resist..”

CALEB⋆˚꩜｡ּ

It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair… why did Caleb have to tease you? You said you could do without him, said you could satisfy yourself because he’s been gone forever because of work. Now here he was, shirtless and sweaty in the backyard yard cutting the grass. You’re not sure what came over you, maybe your feet moved on their own, but you couldn’t help yourself from pouncing and taking back what was yours.:

“You’re being unfair..” you were on top of Caleb, after dragging him in the house with a false emergency you pushed him on the bed in an instant, clamping his wrists to the bed frame with a pair of handcuffs that came with your sex toy box. “Pip’s please.. h-hah.. I’m sorry..”

You were down on your knees surprisingly, you managed to get the strength to tease him..make him wait for you like he did each time he went away for work. You press your full breasts against him, caging his flush cock as you kiss the tip before tonguing him. “Ah— please!- baby get up please you’ll hurt yourself ah–“ you wiggle your heavy breast, squishing them tight against his cock before you fuck them up and down on his blaring red tip “Fuck!” He whines, streams of tears running down his face when you start to go faster.

“You abandoned me,” you dramatically whine, lips kissing over the head of his twitching cock “you know I don’t take these things lightly, Caleb.. I needed you.”

“Use me baby…. Use me, oh fuck please use me.. m’so sorry baby, please.”

You knew this was torture for him..that he couldn’t touch you, couldn’t bury his face in your soft breast while he fucked you… Yeah, you were sure this was driving him mad. “Ah–“ you wrap your mouth around his length, gagging when you feel his tip press near your uvula. You inhale his scent, that musky smell that makes you shiver, and then, you push your head down, sinking your mouth over him again and again while he cries uncontrollably underneath you.

You grip his thighs for leverage, fully abandoning your technique with your breast so you can continue slurping around his tip like a lollipop.

It doesn’t take long for Caleb to come undone, he’s bursting within seconds after you teased him for so long. His eyes are puffy, purple irises dark and dim with the need for revenge as you lick up his dripping cum with your pretty mouth.

“Baby—“ he cries when you finally stand up, you rub your slit over his messy dick, aligning his leaky tip near your entrance before you lower yourself down.

This was torture for Caleb.. you were being so evil to him..all he wanted to do was touch you, hold you, kiss you, and here you were, back facing him as you rode his cock with that drunk wail of ecstasy waving from your lips. He was growing impatient..

“Fuck!” He curses out, rutting his hips up in tune with yours, making you yelp out in surprise. Gods, you looked so good from this angle, thick plump thighs squished together, the outline of your ass and sides of your round tummy almost made him leak inside you.

“You aren’t supposed to do that—“ you try to pull away from him, but he follows you with his relentless hips, punching that spot inside of you until you crumble back onto him where you belong.

“Lemme out—“ he whimpers, “lemme out, damn it!”

You hiccup when you bounce on his lap, breast jiggling in the air when he grows rougher with his continuous thrusts.

You knew it was a bad idea, letting him out of these cuffs when he’s like this, but you were tired of playing this silly game, so you shakily reach for the bedside drawer, picking up the key for the handcuffs before clicking them off of him.

It’s almost scary how fast Caleb springs up to life, he’s over you in an instant, strong arms lifting you into the air so he can use gravity to fuck his cock near your guts. His nose was puffy and red from all his crying, and even as innocent as he wanted to appear, he immediately buries himself into your breasts, lapping and sucking at your pebbled nipples while fucking you up and down like a basketball.

“Ah- ah—“ he gasps into your mouth, pushing you carefully against the wall so he can get a better angle..it was honestly very attractive how he carried you like you weighed nothing..

“You can’t do that to me..please don’t do it again..” he gropes your body, sucking all over you with loud pops that will definitely leave you sore tomorrow morning. He rubs your breast, sighing at the sight before he spills in you.

“You don’t need to punish me— I’ll take a week off—“ he groans “make up for lost time!”

GENGAR:

When your Gengar notices you're sad, it tries to cheer you up immediately by playing and goofing around, making silly faces and dancing to try and make you smile, but unfortunately it doesn’t work… it usually does though.. You were really upset this time, mumbling about a bad experience you had at the local shops with the bakery owner. You try to sleep things off, and when you finally close your eyes for some shut eye, your Gengar sneaks out. It rushes in the dark like a blaring wind all the way into town when the bakery shop owner is getting ready to close up for the day. The owner lived alone, and your Gengar wanted to take advantage of that… You woke up the next morning with the bakery owner at your door crying as your Gengar hid in the shadows, apologizing about how rude he had been to you the day before. He was all bruised up and as pale as a ghost. You thank him, and send him back on his way after a long talk. Only then does your Gengar come out from hiding, hugging you close.

SPRIGATITO:

Your Sprigatito tries to give you a little tough love when you stay in bed for too long. It’ll jump on you, paws kneading into the covers to try and wake you up as it meows in annoyance. You’ve been in bed for a long time! It was time to get up! It nibbles at your head, trying its best to irk you awake for minutes before giving up. When it notices how glum and tired you look it finally understands just how sad you are. You think it’s going to leave when it hops off your bed and dashes out the door, but it comes back seconds later with its favorite toy before bouncing on top of you once again and crawling underneath your arm so it can lay besides you and cuddle.

PIPLUP:

Your Piplup had no idea what was wrong with you, you weren’t eating, you were sleeping in more often and your once chipper and affectionate mood was worn down by a ton. It decides that it needs to cheer you up, so it sneaks out to the beach while you’re asleep. It takes a few hours, but you finally wake up when you feel soft clunks on your body. Your Piplup was on top of you, dropping moist little shells on your bedsheets as it chirped out in worry. You pick up the shells one by one, admiring how beautiful they looked, then you looked at your Piplup who was clinging to your arm. You smile, patting its head before standing up out of bed. If your Piplup wanted you to get better, you’d make sure you tried.

SYLVEON:

When you get sad your Sylveon is right besides you crying just as loud as you are. You both are quite loud when it comes to this, but your Sylveon just can’t help it, when you’re sad, it just wants to curl up in a ball and cry too while wrapping its ribbons around you like a tight hug. Sometimes it’s cries are much louder than yours that you can’t do anything else but stop crying and calm it down too!

RHYPERIOR:

When you’re sad your Rhyperior stiffens up. It doesn’t know how to handle these kinds of things naturally to be fair. You were sniffing in your bed after an argument with a bully..a common bully that’s picked on you more times than either of you could count. You were afraid to go into town tomorrow, too embarrassed after your bully humiliated you, but your Rhyperior wouldn’t have any of that. You were forced out your home and into the bustling streets the next day, your Rhyperior right behind you as it shook the ground with every step it took. Today was the day your bully would be taught a lesson. You had told your Rhyperior not to hurt anyone, but that didn’t mean intimidating was off limits. You were walking through the town looking for groceries on your list when you saw your bully from across the street. You both look at one another, and without saying anything he turns away once he sees the sharp glare from your ginormous Pokemon from behind you. He had left you alone after that, even when your Rhyperior wasn’t around!

BLISSEY:

Your Blissey’s heart literally fucking shatters into tiny pieces whenever you’re sad. Today was no exception. You’ve been in your room crying for hours, door closed and blinds drawn shut. She tries everything, cooking you meals, giving you little gifts under the door but nothing seems to work. You only stop crying when your Blissey is in your room, crying and hugging you as she chirps out in sadness how much she cares for you in that unfamiliar language you barely understand. Her grip is tight, so tight that you can barely move. She’ll only calm down when she feels like you’re ok again!

CHARIZARD:

You and your Charizard didn’t get along all the time, In fact, it was quite bratty, but, yours was always by your side after all. A dragon with few words besides soft grunts and booming roars that made the earth shake. You were upset, sitting on the edge of the beach looking out to sea while your Charizard sat beside you. You were more quiet than usual, less affectionate, because right now you’d be giving your Charizard soft pats on the belly by now and extra attention. You had sat still since morning, and the blazing sun was starting to shine. You’re about to get up and leave, but your Charizard flings its wing over your head for some shade. Take all the time you need to think, the heat doesn’t bother it after all.

DRAGONITE:

Your Dragonite feels genuinely distraught whenever you’re sad. It’s always been so keen on protecting you, and seeing you so sad hurts its feelings more than it can admit. You’ve been sniffing and burying your head into its chest all day, and it can’t bear to pull away from you for a moment. It’ll keep hugging you until you get better, and when you finally tell it who hurt you, it’ll hunt whatever it is down…

LUCARIO:

When you’re sad, there’s only one thing that can cheer you up, your Lucario knows that. You were very affectionate and loved hugging and cuddling with your Lucario ever since you were young, now that you are older you haven't done it much at all. Your Lucario didn’t really like physical touch much, but for you it didn’t mind, not if it would cheer you up after all. It goes in your room as you’re weeping before opening its arms, a shy expression etched on its features as you sniff in confusion. It has to initiate the hug, but you quickly come along, wrapping your arms around your beloved Pokemon as you cry into its shoulder. A few hours of this meant nothing if you were ok.

SNORLAX:

Your Snorlax could always tell when you were sad somehow. You never knew why it was so good at reading your energy, but it was. You were super bummed out after losing a Pokemon battle that you didn’t speak for days. Your dreams of becoming a master felt hopeless, and your despair was evident to everyone around you. You said you were fine, said you wanted to be alone because you felt sick but it was only a matter of time people picked up on your lie. You spent less time with your Snorlax than usual, and when your condition got worse, your Snorlax just can’t take seeing you like this anymore. You weren’t in bed anymore when you woke up, but a warm, soft wavy tummy. Snuggly arms crossed over you, refusing to let you go as your Snorlax nuzzled its cheek into your head. You didn’t have to be ok, you didn’t have to pretend you weren’t crying, you just didn’t need to be alone anymore.

SLOWPOKE:

You weren’t even sure your Slowpoke could tell if you were actually sad, they were hard to read Pokemon, and frankly, you weren’t so sure it cared much. You had a really rough day, and all you wanted to do when you got home was sleep. You weren’t expecting your Slowpoke to pounce on you when you walked through the door though! It was staring off into space, and maybe it forgot why it pounced on you in the first place, but it knew one thing! It cared for you and was happy to see you come home. Your Slowpoke cuddles on your chest, snuggling and giving you soft kisses on your cheek as you struggle to get it off with fits of laughter and affection. Maybe the day wasn’t that bad after all.

NOSEPASS: (the cutie pie)

When your Nosepass finally comes to realize that you’re sad it’s almost later in the day. You don’t really think it cares much at first. You’ve been sitting on the ground sulking all morning, barely moving from underneath the large tree you had crawled under for some shade. It was almost like the two of you had swapped places. You were so out of it by the evening, cheeks stained with tears and little to no energy to move after crying your eyes out, you had your head in your knees, about to get up when you heard the soft churn of your Nosepass beside you. It was holding something towards you on its nose, and when you finally get it off you can’t help but gasp when you notice it’s a cute little chain bracelet. You were happy and surprised. Maybe the little girl nearby wouldn’t mind her bracelet flying off her hand if she knew it made someone else happy…(maybe)?

MIZUKI

“Quit squirming.”

“Are you trying to piss me off?”

You and Mizuki had gotten into an argument earlier that night. Why? You wanted to prove to him that you could handle a few rounds without stopping. Maybe he was right to call you weak since you can’t even handle him eating you out without twisting in his arms.

Mizuki is always so controlling whenever he eats you out, not because he wants to be rough or anything, but he genuinely wants to be able to taste and feel all of you, and the fact that you were actively trying to pull away from him right now was making him angrier than you’d think.

“It’s not fair..” you pant out, toes curling when he pulls away from you once more with a death grip. “You’re teasing me..”

“You’d rather I go raw then? Fine.” He flips you over, and before you can question him you hear a soft click before your hands are restricted.

“I was being nice,” he whispered near your ear before rubbing your sore ass “but if you want me to go all out I can definitely do that.”

You can’t even protest before he’s back between your legs again, fingers splitting you open in a scissor like motion while his tongue laps at your clit vigorously.

You scream, a long squeal that makes him almost cum right there in his boxers. You couldn’t move, couldn’t even flip over, not with how hard he was holding you in place.

“I’m sorry!” You pant out, thighs squeezing around his sweat filled face “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”

But he can’t hear you, not when he’s too far gone giving you what you wanted.

DOMINA

Vaira loves eating you out after a stressful day at work. Putting on a semi-polite act as vice president of Vishkar was truly exhausting. She was thankful enough that you’d let her take out her anger and exhaustion on you at times like these.

She’s never rash whenever she wants you, she always likes to set the mood first. Candles, wine, or juice if you’d prefer. Maybe if she’s feeling nice she’ll rub your shoulders for you, but you should definitely return the favor after.

Whenever you both have your spa days she’s always glammed out in her robe, she likes to match with you, so she got you a comfortable spa wear set too.

She normally feasts on you in the bathtub, seating you down on the edge of the tub before spreading your soapy thighs open. She always insists she just wants to clean you, gently stroking the outline of your folds with a warm towel before she leans in, clamping her mouth over your small bud.

“Ah, ah, ah~” she coos when you try to pull away, slim fingers pulling you in. “Mommy had a stressful day, you’d understand if she wanted to come home and relax, wouldn’t you? Don’t you want attention?” She rubs your ass, pulling you forward before you can even answer, mouth licking and slurping over your clit.

“If only I could take you to work with me, I would keep at you for hours..”

BRIGITTE

Teasing your girlfriend always came naturally to you. It was never ill intent, but you couldn’t help but smile seeing how vibrant and beautiful Brigitte looked whenever she smiles, or how pink her cheeks would get whenever you kissed them in public. Sojourn never put the two of you on a mission together for this reason. You were too distracting…too sweet, why were you always trying to serenade Brigitte with your voice?

Even worse is that she has to be separated from you for so long at work, if it was up to her she’d take you with her. You worked her up after all, you should have known better.

When you both finish your respective missions you’re quick to meet your girlfriend downstairs in her training grounds, you know she wanted you, and who were you to deny her anything?

“Ah-“

After work hours were always enjoyable, especially when you push your girlfriend to her limits. The two of you can’t even make it home before she pulls you in her training room, locking the door hurriedly before stripping the two of you to just underwear. It was always cold in here, but she’d warm you up soon enough.

“Baby— mhh I’m sorry.”

Your body felt so sore from all the small bruises left from Brig's teeth, her strong arms were draped around your waist, holding you up against her flat tongue as she peered up at you from below. She was so shy, even like this. Her cheeks were pink, and her gaze was almost timid. It was almost like she wasn’t the one actively destroying you.

“Y-Yeah baby..you’re so pretty. Just like that…” you twist your trembling fingers in her hair, legs shaking tremendously with nowhere to close. She had you, and she wasn’t planning on letting you go.

“So pretty..!” You gasp out sweetly, tugging her by the scalp so she can get closer.

Her tongue was so soft as it pushed and wiggled inside you. A perfect contrast with her nose that nuzzled against your sticky pulsing clit. You wanted to cum so bad, the knot inside you that held up all day felt like it was finally ready to burst.

“You’ll let me cum? Mh- so so sorry I teased you..please baby..”

her nose is replaced with her warm mouth almost instantly after feeling you convulse around her, spurts of your cum dripping onto her chin as she prolongs that sweet orgasm.

“You need to stop teasing me.” Brigitte snuggles her face into your shaky thigh, looking up at you with a soft shyness. You couldn’t resist rubbing her cheek “I’m not sure I can handle being away from you for so long if you work me up.”

EMRE

Pleasing you had never been a problem for Emre until now. Things were simple when you were younger at Overwatch, now that he was… “damaged” he didn’t want to even risk touching you so intimately.

You both had reconnected awhile back, and despite how long it’s been since you’ve last spoke, everything felt natural, just like old times.

You both fell in love all over again, but you could tell he was hesitating to get closer to you.

You corner him one night, hands slipping over his chest after you both had made out to the point you had ripped your dress wide open. He was pinned to the wall, eyes burning with need when he feels you grind against his boner.

“Why are you denying me?” You lightly whispered, rubbing at his shoulders “found someone else?”

“Never..” he growled, rough hands unconsciously scooping your ass.

“Then don’t you want me?”

“More than you know..” he rasps. “But I can’t risk— I shouldn’t…”

It took hours of courage and patience to get Emre to bed, but you had finally figured out how to make him click… he was under you, strong hairy arms gripping your thighs in a bear hug as he ate you out.

You ride his face, clit grinding into his nose as he tongue fucks you.

“I- mhh, knew you still had it in you, Emre!”

VENDETTA

“You’re slow on your feet, my love…”

“You’ll have to do a lot better if you even think you can surpass me.”

Marzia’s tongue rang with venom as she held you face first into the dirt of the large empty Colosseum. You had asked her a few times to train you, but she wasn’t expecting you to be so…”slow”.

“Your opponents won’t go so easy on you. I’ve already got you down. You’re basically at my mercy.” She holds her sword to your throat, pulling your thigh with her free hand so you are right against her. “What should I do to celebrate my victory?” She purred

“What should I claim?”

Licking her lips, Marzia’s fingers trail up your shorts, lowering the stretchy band to your feet. “In combat, your opponent won’t spare you. Maybe I’m being too generous with my punishment.”

“You don’t deserve it, but I don’t mind doing something I enjoy.”

Strong fingers rub over your sticky folds as you shiver, as much as you wanted to squirm away and prove you were strong enough to hold your ground, the pure weight of Marzia’s sword on your back held you down completely.

Long fingers curl inside you followed by Marzia’s tongue on your puffy clit. She’s always relentless between your thighs, controlling and strict, but it was ridiculous how slow she was being now. Each lap and suck from her lips was timed perfectly with your body’s reactions. Each time you trembled, hips pushing towards her face she’d pull away, leaving you with no choice but to beg for more.

“Ah, ah ah-“ she coos, “losers don’t get to negotiate.”

“Losers, sit—“ she yanks you to her, caging your legs with her muscular arms “and take what’s given to them.”

“Keep begging.”

You whine her name, sweet voice pleading with soft whimpers that echo out into the empty Colosseum.

She was being so cruel

Too mean. You didn’t deserve it.

You wanted to cum.

And you were so close too, so, so close

“Marzia—“ you hiss in frustration as she pulls away from you, this time completely. You were just about to cum, head foggy and clouded until she pulled away..why did she keep pulling away!? And why did she take her fingers out?

“Like I said, losers don’t get to make demands.”

She tosses back your sword

“Maybe when you finally win, I’ll comply.”

“Let that be your motivation”

ROADHOG

Mako is surprisingly gentle with you, especially during sex.

You weren’t expecting him to be that way when you first met him, but you both grew closer, and you were starting to notice all the tiny things he did for you that made your heart flutter.

He made sure you were always comfortable before anything, your first kiss, first time you both held hands..and now? He wanted to make sure his baby was especially comfortable before he ate her out for the first time.

He’ll coax you, soft little rubs against your tummy and thighs a clear sign that he wants you. He’ll whisper sweet praises under his deep voice, admiring how beautiful you look as you hover over him. He’ll hang his mask to the side, just enough to let his mouth peek through before he strikes.

The scent of your sex is like a drug he can’t help but drown in. You tasted much better than he imagined. His large meaty hands grip your hips, rolling you over his mouth as he lets out low satisfied grunts of approval when he feels your juices puddle in his throat.

“M-Mako!” You cry out, trying to squirm away from him, but he doesn’t let up. He grips you tighter, strong arms now wrapping around your hips while he fucks you with his tongue, letting you grind that pretty little clit of yours on the bump of his nose.

“C-Cumming!” You spat, normally shy fingers now gripping into his thin silver hair to pull him closer.

He works you through it before shoving his thick fingers into your entrance, plugging you up.

“Gonna work you out for my cock,” he mumbled “you ain’t even close to handling it.”

MAXIMILIEN

Another man without a proper mouth to eat you out.

Getting into a relationship with an Omnic was tricky at the start, especially an Omnic such as Maximilien. He was a sweet talker, a busy man who knew how to get out of all the trouble he somehow managed to get himself into. You were expecting him to be a bit rough in bed, how could you not? He worked under Talon, an Omnic with so many dangerous connections that you couldn’t even count. Hell, you were already skeptical about dating him. But when he finally got you to bed with gentle whispers and sweet praise of worship, you were stunned to say the least.

Max loves prepping you for his cock. He’s soft, overly gentle yet surprisingly strict with you. If he had a mouth you can bet he’d have you sitting on his face 24/7, but unfortunately for you both he doesn’t.

Since your boyfriend is extremely wealthy, he doesn’t mind going out of his way to buy various sex toys for you to try. His favorite is the tiny rose toy he picked out online a few months ago. Sometimes when you’re upset with him after he’s been gone for so long he’ll pull it out, bending you over his hard thigh and spreading you open on his slender ringed fingers. He loves watching your pussy flutter around nothing. It makes him want to taste how sweet you really are, but for now this simple toy will have to suffice.

“I made you wait long, I apologize. I’ll buy you anything you like after I show my deepest regrets, precious.”

He’s heavy on praise, each time his sensors go off from your pulsing body he can’t help but coo out. There’s a deep guilty pleasure he gets from watching you squirm for him. Even more so when he spanks you. He’ll rub and spank your ass with one hand while the other holds the rose toy on your clit on the highest setting. He knows human bodies are..fragile, but he’s only curious on how much his sweet girl can take after all.

D.VA

Hana is a fucking gremlin

You knew she’d be troublesome in the bedroom as soon as she asked you to be her girlfriend, but this is actually ridiculous. She’s a star to the limelight, a global sensation, so it wasn’t a surprise when she asked if you’d be comfortable making a secret account so she can show you off online.

She always makes sure to cover your faces. Masks, your thighs, blankets, anything will do.

When she eats you out for the camera she always makes sure to face her back to the audience. She has a large scar on her back after a hefty fight with Null Sector, but it’s ok, she’ll just crop it out.

Hana liked to see you in cosplay, preferably in a cute bunny suit. She’d dress you up just so she can pounce on you and rip it off (besides the fake ears and tail of course) she loves when you shake for the camera, loves how the comments shade after you while she eats you out vigorously until your legs get out. It doesn’t matter if everyone wants you when you’re hers after all, right?

“Ten thousand hearts! Thank you everyone!” Hana turns your legs to the camera, seating herself between your sex. Ten thousand hearts was common with you two, viewers are up watching you struggle and whine. Ten thousand hearts meant it was time for Hana to get creative with ways to mess with you.

A cute pink dildo, long and bumpy grinds its way into your body, inch by inch is agonizingly slow, and you can’t help but whimper each time you roll your hips.

You start seeing stars when her mouth opens around your overworked clit, sucking it back to life while she fucks you with the toy.

“Another one thousand hearts and I’ll turn the dildo on the first setting, chat~”

ANA

Getting eaten out by Ana was always a gamble. It could be slow, intimate and personal, or she could fuck you up for the next couple of days unable to walk.

Ana likes to set the mood with you, it’s rare that you both get a little break once in a while, so if she could set the perfect time for a chance to eat you out, it’ll be when the two of you are relaxing in bed. She had booked this vacation months prior, ordering you both an exclusive hotel room with a sight that left you speechless when you first stepped inside.

She let you get comfortable first, settle down before you were about to go to sleep before she strikes.

“Ana, what are you doing?” Your hazy eyes flutter open when you feel your lover shift over you, slim calloused fingers spreading your underwear to the side.

It was almost embarrassing how pornographic your moan was, but you couldn’t help yourself when she started sucking around your little nub of pleasure so suddenly.

“Ana?” You grip your fingers into her silver hair, whining pathetically when she doesn’t budge.. you knew she could keep at you for hours when she wanted to, it was almost scary how concentrated she got at times like this…

SIGMA (pre black hole experiment)

Being married to Siebren was challenging. Not because he was necessarily difficult, but because he was too busy with work most of the time to hang around the house and lounge with you.

He’d often stay in his lab most nights, coming home rugged and questionably hyper, rambling on and on about how he was closer to finding out the “truth” or whatever he’d like to call it.

He’d catch you in your pajamas, hunched over the kitchen counter with a tired expression as you made yourself breakfast for work. It was rare you had an off day, even rarer for Siebren since his work was so demanding. But, when you did have an off day.. he’d never let you leave the bed most times. Siebren was dedicated to his work, that was 100% true, but he loved you more than he could say, and he could see the light fading from your eyes each time he came home late.

When you’re asleep he’ll crawl into the bed beside you, a soft navy blue of the morning skies blaring past the curtains in the bedroom. He knew you’d be off today, he kept a small calendar with your schedule on his phone after all. It’d only be best if he showed you how truly sorry he was.

Scooting underneath the covers was a bit tricky, but he manages to get himself right between your pretty plump thighs. He inhales you, kissing and rubbing his nose to your clothed sex. It was funny how pent up he was when he finally got to see you like this again… You looked so small in comparison to him, it was always so enduring how he remembers how tiny his wife actually was. His hands were massive, covering your thighs before his big calloused hands peel your underwear off. You whimper, and he halts for a moment before peeking up at you. Good, you were still sleeping.

He spreads your warm folds apart, smiling softly to himself when he finally sees your small puffy clit. He’s slow, so slow before his chapped lips wrap around your tiny bud. He loves how it pulses against his tongue, loves how he can engulf it whole.

He starts off slow, sucking your clit and rolling it between his large tongue, colossal hands gripping into your hips. He wants to work you awake, let you slowly succumb to his mouth before he has you screaming his name.

You take awhile to wake up, you always do, but as soon as he plunges his thick fingers in your cunt do you finally let out a sleepy yelp of confusion. You rub your pretty eyes, lifting the covers with a staggered hand before you cup his face. “W-What are you doing?” You whine, and of course he doesn’t answer since he’s so pent up on you. He’s holding you down with those big hands of his, rubbing soothing circles into your hips while he grinds into the mattress, gods, he could listen to you whine for hours.