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Jealous!Dan Heng who looks down at Sampo when you pass by him and makes sure he sees the hand-holding. He's usually not the most touchy person in public but he will make an exception this one time. To your surprise he doesn't walk you towards the exit but towards the bathrooms. Of course he checks if there's anyone in there before he ushers you in and locks the door.

Jealous!Dan Heng who pushes you to sit on one of the sinks and tells you that he will mark every inch of you that he can. When you walk out of here everyone will know you belong to him and he won't even have to say a word. Just you knowing you're his clearly isn't enough. How could it be when humans don't have a keen sense of smell, they can't smell that the two of you are mates. He'll make it even more obvious.

Jealous!Dan Heng who wants you to keep your legs open until he says so and try to keep quiet as much as you can, it would be unbecoming if you were caught in the act. He doesn't hold back at all when biting you, he doesn't take it slow, he sinks his teeth into your soft thigh, higher and higher up until he can suck on your clit through your wet panties.

Jealous!Dan Heng who is very proud of his work but that's not nearly good enough for him. When he tells you to turn around you're already pushing your ass towards him, spreading your legs because you know he's not leaving this bathroom until he's filled you with his cum, marked you with it's scent from the inside.

Jealous!Dan Heng who exposes your neck and shoulders so he can leave marks there as well. Every time he bites down he pushes his cock into you, doubling your pleasure by adding the pain. In the mirror you can clearly see his eyes shining, you can even see his horns for a brief moment, glowing and then vanishing as his grunt is muffled by your flesh.

Jealous!Dan Heng who loves the way his rutting echoes around the bathroom, all around the, the sound and smell of sex heavy in the air. He watches your eyes, almost darkened out by arousal, roll into the back of your head while your pussy tightens around him. When he stopped it wasn't just to let you recover from that it was so your vision could clear for long enough to focus on the reflection again, he wants you to look at his face when he shoots his cum into your womb.

“Distracted, general?” there is a teasing lilt to your voice, and Jing Yuan’s smile widens at being caught out. He drags his eyes up your form, to see that you’ve stopped moving and have crossed your arms over your chest, affecting an air of disapproval that is ruined by the amusement dancing in your eyes. 

You slowly walk over to him, and he pushes himself up from his reclining position to greet you. As soon as you are within reach, he reaches out long arms to run his calloused palms up your legs. His fingers glide over the smooth fabric of your stockings, and the smile on his face takes a hungry edge when his hands reach your plush thighs.  He dips a finger into the top of your stocking, snapping the band against your leg and watching entranced as the soft flesh jiggles. 

Above him, you laugh softly, covering the sound with the long sleeve of your robe. He hears it regardless. Emboldened by your amusement he leans in and bites, sinking his teeth into the plush roll of your thigh, just above where the band of your stocking squeezes your leg. He smirks against your skin when he hears you gasp, a soft moan stuttering past your lips behind the silk sleeve of your robe.

He presses a tender kiss to the mark, a curl of satisfaction warming his belly at the ring of teeth marking your inner thigh. Just one taste is not enough, he decides, and leans in to repeat the process on your other thigh when he is intercepted. 

You reach down and gently take his chin between your thumb and forefinger, pulling his head away from your legs. He is a sight to behold, sitting with his legs spread and looking up at you with golden eyes that shimmer with desire. His long hair is unbound in preparation for sleep, and you give in to the impulse to run your fingers through it, and he leans into the touch like an overgrown cat, practically purring at your touch. 

With your other hand, you thumb at his plush bottom lip. He takes the opportunity to kiss the pad of your finger, before making eye contact and drawing your finger into his mouth. You feel him trace the length of your thumb with his tongue, before his cheeks hollow as he sucks for a moment and he releases your finger, leaving a teasing nip at the tip.

Grasping at the threads of your thoughts, you finally give up on maintaining the pretense of disapproval. He must see the change in your expression, because his smile grows wider and his big hands squeeze the backs of your thighs, thumbs sweeping over the skin as he pulls you closer. 

“It seems you’ve distracted me too, General,” you purr, swiping your spit slicked thumb over the seam of his lips. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Only that I’ve missed you, my love.” He takes your hand and presses a lingering kiss to the back. For a moment, the desire in his eyes melts into a love so raw and tender that it sends shivers down your spine. 

Then the heat is back in his gaze, and he tugs you down into his lap. “Let me make it up to you, dear one,” he whispers against your lips. 

You lean in first, closing the scant few inches between you to tangle your hands in his hair and seal your lips over his. He tastes like coming home, his mouth sweet with the sugar of the milk tea that he so favors. He groans, fingers digging into the meat of your hips as he slides his lips against yours. 

He swipes his tongue against your mouth, silently asking to deepen the kiss. You feel him twitch under you when you part your lips and allow him in. Your tongues tangle, and his hands slide hot and heavy from your hips to your back, pressing you against the firm muscle of his chest.

Leaning into him, you rest your weight fully in his lap and roll your hips against him. He makes a punched out sound, and he immediately slides his hands down your back to grip your rear, giving it a squeeze before encouraging you to roll your hips again. In the same motion, you fist one of your hands in his hair and pull, partially to break the kiss so that you can breathe, but mostly because you know he likes it. 

As you roll your hips and tug his head back, Jing Yuan lets out a filthy groan, fixing one hazy golden eye on your face while his hips chase the friction. He grinds up against your core, and you can feel him hot and hard through the thin layers of your underwear and his sleep pants. You both moan at the contact, and you slide your hands from his hair to ruck his shirt up over his chest, pushing up in a silent demand for him to take it off. He chuckles low in his chest at your rush but complies, squeezing your ass one more time before he raises his arms to shed his shirt.

You begin work on shedding your robe, loosening the hidden ties and letting the silk slide off your shoulders, leaving it to pool forgotten somewhere on the floor. You waste no time in bearing down on your beloved general, pushing him down into the soft tangle of pillows and sheets. He huffs out a laugh that stutters off into a groan as you suck a mark into the side of his throat, and he strokes a warm hand down the length of your spine as you continue to nip and suck at his neck and chest.

He lets you have your way with him for a moment, before his hands return to your hips and he begins to pull you up his chest. You waver for a moment, putting a hand on his chest to stop the movement. “You don’t have to,” you murmur. 

Reaching up, he gently covers your hand with his. “I want to, my love. I’ve been waiting for a chance to taste you again since you left,” the corner of his mouth cants up. “Also, I owe this to you for getting distracted.”

You huff out a laugh. “That is true. I expect you to make this distraction worth my while, General,” you tease. 

He grins underneath you. “I intend to,” he promises, pulling you the rest of the way up, until your glistening center hovers over his mouth. You shudder at the first touch of his tongue, the slick slide sending sparks racing through your body. His touches are gentle, exploratory. It feels as if he is reacquainting himself with your body. The touches stoke heat in the pit of your stomach, but every time you begin to near a peak, he slows down. You groan in frustration as your third peak fades away, and you can feel him laugh softly against your most sensitive parts. 

You fist a hand in his hair and pull, drawing his eyes to yours. The molten gold of his irises sparkle with amusement, but that spark is drowned in the lust that fills his eyes as you pull again. “You said you would make this worth my while. Stop teasing.” The weight of the demand is somewhat lessened by how breathy your voice is, but it doesn’t seem to matter.

“As my love commands.” You can feel him smile underneath you, and he pulls you down by your hips so that your pussy rests on his face. He immediately begins bringing your simmering orgasm roaring back to life, working you over with his tongue so efficiently that you are clinging to the headboard and trembling within a matter of minutes.

Your peak hits you like a hurricane, and Jing Yuan does not relent, holding you to his face until you are squirming away and begging him to stop. You both are breathing heavily, and you take a moment to take in the scene beneath you. He is flushed, hair a mess and eyes blown black, and his cheeks and chin glisten with your release. He makes eye contact, and very slowly and deliberately, he wipes your essence off his face with one hand and sucks his fingers into his mouth to clean them, humming at the taste. 

You slide down his torso to rest on his thighs. His thin sleep pants do little to hide the shape of him, hard and leaking against his leg. He makes a wounded noise when you grip him through the cloth, and you stroke him once before pulling down his pants. You tease him for a moment, relishing the sounds he makes and the way his abdomen and thighs move as you spread the precum down his shaft, tracing the large vein on the underside. He doesn’t make any moves to rush you, but the clench of his jaw and the small, aborted thrusts of his hips tell you that he is holding himself back. 

Getting on your knees, you line him up with your entrance. Your breath hitches as the blunt head presses into you. “I’ve been thinking of you inside me since I left,” you breathe out as you sink down on him, drawing him fully into your wet heat. He moans at that, throwing his head back into the pillow as your hips touch his. 

His hands trace up and down your thighs as you begin to bounce on him, squeezing and kneading at your ass while you move. He is transfixed by you, watching your chest bounce and his eyes are drawn to the point where your bodies are joined. You put on a show for him, one hand resting on a firm thigh behind you while the other hand pinches and tweaks one of your breasts. His cock hits something deep inside you, and your head lolls back on your shoulders as you moan. At the sound, his hips stutter and his hands spasm, digging his fingers into the meat of your ass.

When your rhythm starts to falter and you fall forward, hands on his chest, Jing Yuan reaches up to press a kiss to your sweaty shoulder. He plants his feet on the bed and begins fucking up into you in earnest. His cock drives against something inside you that makes you collapse boneless against his chest, helpless against the waves of pleasure that crash over you. In your haze you feel your peak crest again, making your pussy squeeze him like a vice. He groans long and low into your hair, following you over the edge. 

The two of you lie there for a moment, basking in the afterglow. You run a hand through his hair, and he has one arm looped loosely around your waist and the other stroking soothingly up and down your back. You prop yourself up on one arm, so you can see his face. “I did miss you,” you whisper, brushing his hair away from his face. He leans up to kiss you softly in acknowledgement, stroking your cheek with his thumb. 

You turn your face to muffle a yawn into the back of your hand. He pulls the covers up, tucking you into his side under the blankets. “Sleep, my love. You’ve had a long day. We can talk more when you’ve rested,” he kisses your forehead. 

“When we talk tomorrow, you’ll need to keep your hands to yourself,” you pin him with a mock glare.

⋆ caelus is definitely the type to stream as a guilty pleasure. it feels so filthy to him, and he can't help but whine and moan in front of the camera for his loyal, adoring audience. babbles and cries leave his mouth as he strokes himself, precum bubbling at his tip, his hips stuttering with every motion. tears form in his golden eyes as he jerks himself, helplessly mewling as cum spills onto his hand. his voice is so pretty as you donate more to his stream, he thanks you with his breathily, whimpering at the slightest touch to his sensitive body. if you donated enough to him, he would gladly hump his pillow, although shame would catch up to him, his cheeks reddening as he realizes what he's doing. his cock is just so sensitive, and his chat really gets him going, he can't just stop if you're donating to him. maybe a one-on-one with you wouldn't be so bad if he knows what's been motivating him to cum his brains out.

⋆ dan heng started streaming as a quick side hustle, he knew he was moderately attractive, and everyone has their specific niche, and he was yours. he taunts and teases his chat with parts of his body, eventually slipping his boxers and pants off to reveal his eager cock. he would smirk and quietly stroke, a sigh leaving his lips every so often. he knew his endearing audience enjoyed how he would look through his eyebrows or stare, smiling ever so slightly at his chatroom's reaction. he never would admit how much he enjoys his audience's reaction to everything he does. originally he was silent and shy, but he warmed up to the camera as he incorporated it into his routine. he never knew the effect he had on his fans, especially you, who would donate to him every time he did something you especially loved. his streams felt so personal, you couldn't help but scream every time you came to dan heng and his perfectly sculpted body.

⋆ jing yuan is an experienced streamer. he knows exactly what makes his fans furiously type in his chat, what makes them donate, and what makes you come every time. he moans and throws his head back as he moves his hand up and down his thick shaft, smiling at the camera, his perfect golden gaze sending chills down your spine as warmth brews in your body. he licks his lips and softly whimpers, watching as donations, lewd confessions, and keyboard mashes flood in. he lazily pumps his cock with his legs spread wide open, usually sitting up but leaning back on his couch or seat. he screws his eyes shut and lets out the sweetest moan every time he cums, his seed spilling onto his porcelain hands. his white hair sticks to his face, framing it as he pants and smiles again into the camera, a sloppy grin spread onto his face.

⋆ gepard landau has an alter ego. he hides behind his username, camera angled from the torso down, his face usually covered with something or out of frame. gepard and the streamer gepard are not the same person. his voice often cracks as he touches himself, his cock twitching in his pants. his moans spill easily, laced with pure, torrid lust. a lust that gepard landau is not allowed to show. his repressed mind is so weak to your comments and your lewd words. words he wouldn't ever dare to think of, actions he performs that wouldn't ever cross his mind, all for your attention and praise. his broad chest heaves as he comes on his abs, his body twitching with pleasure as he moans loudly, hissing through his teeth as he draws his lip between his teeth, his cock dripping with thick, pearly cum. he couldn't ever tell anyone he did this. he and gepard landau are not the same person-- at all.

papers and pens slide noisily from Jing Yuan's desk and onto the floor from the force of your body being pressed against the wood.

your senses, —even though alert from the fact of being in a semi public space where anyone could walk in—, still somehow got to ignore the thud of heavy fabric falling from the man's hips, lips still on yours in a sensual and desperate dance of tongues and saliva dripping down the corners of your mouth.

"thank you" he exhales with a half smirk, a single calloused thumb circling your clit from underneath wet panties, pushed aside enough to reveal your soaked entrance to the general's eager eyes.

there's no need for preparation since that wasn't the first time you had sex —in that day—, but you got used to Jing Yuan's libido and insanely fat cock making its way past your tight walls, creating a lewd symphony of moans and squelching sounds coming from your extremely wet cunt.

the sight of his soft blush, damp bangs sticking to his forehead and shaky grunts while he gets lost in the warmth of your pussy make up from the possibility of having a handful of Xianzhou Luofu citizens hear your desperate moans and pleads for more.

Blade tries to not show it on his face how much he adores how affectionate you are with him. He's never imagined himself as someone who's into this type of thing but surprises can come even to someone who has lived as long as he has.

Blade prefers slower, more soft affections from you behind closed doors as opposed to Sampo. He loves when the two of you are cuddled up in bed and you tell him how much you love him and kiss his cheek repeatedly.

Sometimes when he's back from a mission for the Stellaron Hunters, you'll immediately run up to him to embrace him. You'd pull him into a desperate but slow kiss, whispering against his lips that you were worried and that you love him, and Blade leans into your touch and his expression changes from one of stoicism or concern to an uncharacteristically soft and affectionate one. "Don't worry... I'm here now. I'll be alright", he always reassures you even on days where that couldn't be further from the truth.

After a long and stressful day, Blade loves when you drag him to have a warm bath with you. You help him wash his long hair and he falls asleep with his head on your chest inside the bathtub because the feeling of your fingers massaging his scalp makes him relax into your embrace immediately. You have to chuckle at how peacefully he rests in your embrace. You only decide to end his nap once the water has started feeling a little cold. You wake him up with soft kisses and he hums quietly as he's waking up. As soon as he's aware of his surroundings again, he turns his head for his lips to find yours.

When Blade comes back from a battle, his skin is often sore and he feels tense so he loves when you help him relax by giving him a nice massage or pressing kisses to the scars that line his shoulders while whispering soft praises. You can see his facial expression relax and he looks so much more at peace already. His shoulders are also very sensitive so he just leans back and focuses on your kisses for a while whilst holding your hand in his.

Blade has calloused hands and slightly chapped lips. He's happy you still want to hold his hands and kiss him even though his skin is not soft. You tell him that this just means he has been through things and needs your love even more. "What would I do without you?", Blade chuckles lightly and lets you pull him into a hug.

Gets flustered at PDA. Especially if it's in front of his fellow Stellaron Hunters. He'll be chatting about Elios recent prophecies with Silver Wolf and Kafka and if you're the type of person to run up to him and try to bear hug him he's like 😳

Let's you call him Bladie but only if it's followed up by a kiss or an "I love you"