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NOTE: you guys have no idea how quick i wrote this shit. my dick throbbing just from the idea. i love ted.
kinktober masterlist .
WC: 1,6k
WARNING: car sex,, light overstimulation,, very talkative ted,, creampie,, unprotected sex,, handjob (char receiving),, public sex,, light exhibitionism,,
the car ac clicked faintly, warm air pushing against the windows as the glass fogged over inch by inch. the world outside blurred into vague shapes, nothing but streetlights glowing faint through the haze.
ted shifted in the back seat, his legs brushing yours, his breath coming out quicker than usual. he tried to laugh, but it broke halfway, sounding more like a groan.
“i gotta be honest with ya,” he said, voice hushed but still carrying that trademark lilt, “when i pictured endin’ the night with you, i thought maybe a pint, maybe a cheeky kebab, y’know? not—uh—this.” his words cut off with a shaky gasp when your mouth dragged down his neck.
“you complaining?” you murmured, your hand sliding up under his jumper, fingertips pressing into the warm skin of his stomach.
“oh no, no, sir,” he rushed out, his hand grabbing yours like he needed to keep you there. “complainin’s the last thing on my mind. i’m just—ah, jeez—just tryin’ to wrap my head around how we went from talkin’ about practice drills to me sittin’ here prayin’ nobody walks past this car right now.”
you laughed softly against his throat, lips brushing sensitive skin until he shivered. “focus on me. not the car.”
“focus on you,” he repeated, nodding quickly, though his voice cracked when your thumb slid lower. “easy enough. hell, i been tryin’ not to focus on you for weeks, so i reckon my brain’s real happy to have permission now.”
you caught his mouth with yours before he could keep rambling, and he melted instantly, kissing you back with a hunger that stole his breath. he tasted of mint, his mustache tickling at the edges, his lips warm and clumsy but desperate.
his hand slid up to your chest, fingers curling into your shirt, tugging you closer until his back pressed hard against the door. the car gave a faint groan under the movement, the steering wheel brushing your arm as you leaned further over him.
“lord,” he muttered between kisses, breathless, “i should be tellin’ you we ain’t supposed to be doin’ this, but honest to god, my body’s signin’ a petition that says otherwise.”
your hand pushed lower, and his words cut off in a rough exhale, his head tipping back against the headrest.
“holy—okay, yep, that’s—oh boy.” he bit his lip hard, his breath coming out ragged. “you’re—you’re gonna have me hollerin’ loud enough for rebecca to hear from her office, i swear.”
you smirked against his jaw. “then keep it down.”
he laughed, broken and low, his hands clinging to you. “easier said than done when you’re doin’ that—oh god, okay, yep, nope, i can’t—” his voice cracked into a stifled moan, muffled against your shoulder when he buried his face there.
the car felt too small, too hot, every inch of him pressed tight against you. the windows were fully fogged now, droplets of condensation running down the glass, sealing you in.
“you’re—” his voice faltered, and he tried again, panting. “you’re real bad for my self-control, y’know that? i’ve given pep talks to whole teams about stayin’ disciplined, and here i am losin’ every ounce of willpower ‘cause you—oh hell—‘cause you touch me like that.”
your mouth found his again, swallowing the noises he made, his body shuddering beneath your hands. his legs shifted, bracketing you awkwardly in the cramped space, pulling you closer until you could feel every sharp edge of his body pressed against you.
you pressed of your body to his, your hand working his cock way too good. he groaned quietly, his eyes flitting between you two to look at the action. the heat of your mouth, the rhythm of your hand had him gasping, his voice a low string of curses and half-formed words, rambling through them even as his body tensed and bucked under yours.
“oh my god, oh—jesus, i—yeah, yeah—” his voice cracked, his accent slipping heavier, his sentences falling apart until all that was left were small, helpless sounds. the fogged-up car rocked faintly with the motion, every noise inside amplified in the tight space—the squeak of leather seats, the sharp hitch of his breath, the messy, desperate sounds spilling from his throat no matter how hard he tried to bite them back.
when he finally came, he clutched at you like he might fall apart otherwise, his breath ragged, body trembling, forehead pressed against your collarbone.
for a long moment, the only sound was the hum of the ac and his uneven breathing. the air was thick, heavy, the car warm and damp with heat.
ted let out a shaky laugh, muffled against your shirt. “well,” he rasped, still catching his breath, “that’s one heck of a halftime show. don’t suppose you’re takin’ requests for an encore, are ya?”
he tipped his head back then, hair mussed, cheeks flushed, lips red from kissing. he looked at you with a grin that was both dazed and tender, his chest still rising and falling too fast.
“y’know,” he added, his voice softening, “i think i might be gettin’ spoiled here. and i don’t even care.”
——————————
the leather was creaking under both your weight. ted straddled your lap, knees pressed awkwardly against the backrest, his hands gripping your shoulders like he wasn’t sure if he was steadying himself or just holding on for dear life.
his mustache tickled against your cheek as he tried to kiss you and gasp out words at the same time, his voice spilling in that familiar drawl, quicker and messier now.
“lord have mercy—okay, okay—i swear i don’t usually climb into anybody’s lap like this, not unless we’re on one of those mechanical bulls down in texas—and even then i wasn’t half as nervous as i am right now—oh jesus—” his words cut off in a strangled gasp when your hands gripped his hips, guiding him to take your cock deeper.
you rocked him down into you, slow at first, then harder, and his rambling shattered into a moan so loud he clapped his own hand over his mouth, eyes wide and desperate.
“oh my god,” he whined against his palm, “okay, okay, nope, can’t—don’t know if i can—mfff—”
you pulled his hand away, made him look at you, made him feel everything.
“look at me,” you murmured, and he did, eyes glassy, lips parted, trembling in your hold as you guided him by his hips, making him bounce you.
“i’m—oh god, i’m lookin’, i’m lookin’, don’t worry,” he babbled, voice breaking, “just, uh—yep, yep, definitely seein’ stars here, partner, and i ain’t talkin’ about the kind you pin on a sheriff’s chest—jesus—feels so-mhhhgggh, feels too good, too much—”
his hands slid uselessly against your chest, then your shoulders, clutching and releasing like he couldn’t decide what to do. you moved him with steady strength, your control absolute, and he broke apart under it.
the car rocked gently with the rhythm, windows dripping with condensation now, the small space filled with the sounds he couldn’t keep in—ragged gasps, strangled curses, helpless little moans spilling past every half-finished joke.
“don’t stop, don’t—jesus lord, i mean it, don’t—don’t stop—if you stop i’ll—i’ll just, i dunno, combust or somethin’—turn right into a puff of confetti like one of them birthday cannons—jesus, jesus, jesus—”
you shifted the angle, pressed him down onto you harder, and the noise he made was so raw it made your own restraint snap. his words blurred, tumbling over each other until he was babbling nonsense, too far gone to make sense of anything except the way you kept driving him over and over, holding him exactly where you wanted him.
his forehead dropped to your shoulder, his voice cracking into laughter and sobs all at once, wrecked and overwhelmed. “ohh my god—ah—can’t—can’t take it, but i don’t—don’t want it to stop, please, please, don’t—”
and you didn’t. you kept him moving until he broke apart completely, clinging to you, babbling incoherent words into your neck as the car groaned and the windows blurred everything else away. when he came, he came with utterly no warning, his breath catching on a strangled gasp, uselessly shaking his head against you. the moment you realized what had happened, your cock throbbed inside ted. this guy..
instead of guiding his hips, making him move, you dragged him down until your were balls deep, his ass flush against your pelvis. you rolled your hips in a certain way that made ted’s body twitch in your hold, his hole tightening around you.
it was then that you took over and fucked him nice and deep, muttering praises into ted’s ear to keep him distracted from the overstimulation that came with you continuing after he came. of course, he wouldn’t have complained, never—too much of a people pleaser to do that. but, his hands clenched at anything, any part of your body that he could reach.
because ted was impervious as hell, because he was extremely hot like this, rambling incoherent stuff, his voice slurred, accent more prominent, his words drawn out, breaking mid-way, because he clutched at you like you were the only one anchoring him, it didn’t take a while for you to spill your cum inside him. ted moaned softly, his voice just slightly hoarse as he felt your cock throb and twitch.
when it finally eased, his body went limp against yours, chest heaving, his breath hot and wet against your collar. after a long silence, he let out a shaky laugh. “...well. if i weren’t a god-fearin’ man before, i’d sure as hell be prayin’ now.”
he tipped his head up just enough to grin at you, hair stuck damp to his forehead, lips swollen, eyes still glassy. “you—you got me ridin’ you like a rodeo clown out here. reckon i’m never gonna sit in this seat again without blushin’.”
can you do Creepypastas x catgirl (just like Creepypasta x puppy girl you did but instead with a cat girl?)
got it! same route with the clip on tail and ears but cat girl edition. it’s been 2 months since i last posted a fic or blurbs
ALSO SORRY FOR BEING GONE FOR SO LONG. IM BACK…. but i do have a lot of requests and also im gonna do more creepypasta twt vids because why not lol. don’t ask me how laughing jack nsfw scene is possible . as usual lmk if its major typos or mistakes
fem reader
jeff
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jeff loses it the first time your tail swishes excitedly when he walks in the room. he immediately starts calling you “kitty” and “cat slut” just to watch your ears twitch and your tail fluff up.
he will hide your tail clip just to watch you crawl around the room on all fours looking for it, ears twitching, tail stub wiggling in frustration, then he’ll “find” it and clip it on while calling you his “feral little slut.”
loses his mind every time your tail starts swishing like crazy when he walks in; he’ll chase you around the mansion with his knife out (blunt side only), yelling “come here, you little cat, i wanna see that tail go faster!” until you’re both crashing into furniture.
nsfw
jeff pins you on all fours, gripping your tail like a leash while he fucks you from behind, yanking it hard every time you try to pull away so your back arches and your cunt clenches tighter around him.
when your tail starts swishing frantically because he called you “pretty kitty,” he forces you to hump his thigh until you’re dripping down his leg, then makes you clean it up with your tongue while he laughs and calls you his desperate little stray.
he’ll tie your wrists with his belt, shove your face into the mattress, and fuck you raw while pulling your tail up high so he can watch every inch of his cock disappear into your soaked cunt, growling, “good kitty, take it all like the needy bitch you are.”
masky
sfw
masky pretends to be annoyed when your tail knocks things off tables, but he secretly keeps score and rewards you with head scratches when you manage to balance a cup on it without spilling.
he started calling you “stray” in front of the others to watch your ears flatten and your tail puff up in indignation, then he’ll pull you into his lap later and murmur “my favorite stray” while scratching behind your ears until you’re purring.
when you’re in full cat mode, he lets you climb all over him like a jungle gym, tail swishing wildly while he smokes and deadpans, “you’re gonna knock my cigarette out again, aren’t you?”
nsfw
masky keeps the leash clipped to your collar and uses it to control your rhythm, tugging you back onto his cock whenever you try to squirm away, forcing you to take him deeper while he smokes and calls you “my obedient little cat.”
when you moan louder because he scratches behind your ears, he bends you over and fucks you with two fingers in your ass and his cock in your cunt, praising you in that flat voice until you’re purring and gushing around him.
he’ll make you crawl to him on all fours, tail high and swishing, then sit you on his cock reverse cowgirl so he can watch your tail thrash while he fingers your clit and tells you how perfect his trained kitten feels.
hoodie
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hoodie never comments on the ears or tail, but he always leaves his hoodie on the floor so you can knead it and scent-mark it when he’s gone.
he keeps a little laser pointer in his pocket now and will randomly shine it across the floor when you’re restless; you two have silent competitions to see how long you can chase it before you both start laughing.
on quiet nights, he sits against the wall and lets you curl up on his chest, tail draped over his shoulder like a scarf, purring while he pets you in silence.
nsfw
hoodie fucks you in complete silence, one hand gripping your tail base like reins while the other holds the leash, pulling you back onto his cock with every thrust until you’re mewling and your tail is whipping side to side.
while he lets you nuzzle his hoodie, he sits you on his lap, facing away, and fucks you slow and deep, one hand petting your ears while the other rubs your clit until you’re soaking his thighs.
he keeps you plugged with a tail-shaped toy after he cums, making sure every drop stays inside while he pets you until you’re calm and purring in his lap.
toby
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toby built a cardboard box “cat castle” in the corner of his room and gets stupidly proud every time you crawl inside and start purring. he even added a little “toby’s Kitty Only” sign.
he bought you a laser pointer and now spends hours watching you chase it, tail going crazy, until he gets distracted and joins you on the floor.
when you’re happy and purring, he drops to the floor and lets you crawl all over him, tail thumping against his chest while he scratches under your chin and stutters “g-good kitty!”
nsfw
toby gets so excited when your tail wags that his tics make him fuck you harder and faster, gripping the tail base like a handle while he pounds you from behind, stuttering “g-good kitty, t-take it all.”
he loves it when you crawl to him with your tail swishing; he’ll pull you onto his cock and let you ride him, praising you breathlessly until you’re purring and creaming around him.
after he cums inside, he keeps you on his lap, tail still plugged with his cock, petting your ears and whispering “my perfect little cat” while you tremble and drip down his thighs
ben
sfw
makes you crawl to him with the tail swishing; rewards you by letting you sit on his lap while he games, muttering “that’s my good girl, make a mess.”
when your tail starts thumping because he let you sit in his lap during a match, he pauses the game to scratch behind your ears and call you “best kitty ever.”
ben has also started a “cat tax” system: every time you want something from him (snacks, attention, sitting on her lap), you have to “pay” by letting him scratch under your chin until your tail goes crazy.
nsfw
ben makes you ride him reverse cowgirl while he games, one hand on your tail base, pulling you down harder every time your tail swishes. he bounces you harder when he loses, and when he wins, he rubs your clit.
when your tail starts thumping because he let you sit in his lap, he fingers you under the desk while praising you, “good kitty, stay still for me.” and if you don't stand still, then he takes out his fingers and rubs his controller all over your cunt until you apologize for moving.
after he cums inside, he pets your ears/tail until you’re calm, whispering “best kitten ever” while you drip around him. however he still rubs your clit, but in a gentle way, just so he can still hear your whimpering.
eyeless jack
sfw
when you’re happy, your tail swishes so hard it medical things off the table; he started gluing magnets to the bottom of his objects so they don’t fall when you zoom past.
jack keeps a “cat enrichment drawer” in the basement filled with crinkly foil balls, feather toys, and a tiny laser pointer. he calls it “behavioral therapy.”
keeps a little dish of your favorite snacks in his drawer “for good kittens” and rewards you with head scratches when you finish them.
nsfw
jack pins you to the exam table that's in the basement with your legs in the stirrups, tail pulled up high so he can watch every inch of his ridged cock disappear into your dripping cunt while he praises you in that clinical tone.
he eats you out for hours, tongue plunging deep while his fingers tease your ass, purring “such a responsive little kitten” until you’re gushing over his face. and only until you gush is when he'll insert his fingers.
he keeps you plugged with his fingers after he cums, making sure every drop stays inside while he pets your ears and monitors your pulse, whispering, “good girl, my perfect specimen.”
laughing jack
sfw
the tail swishing is his favorite thing in the world. he’ll do anything to make it go faster. dangle shiny things, spin you around, tickle your sides until your tail is whipping side to side, and you’re both laughing like maniacs.
made you a custom collar with a giant bell “so I can hear when my kitten’s happy from the other side of the mansion.” it also comes with a custom tail that jingles.
when you’re happy and purring, he lets you climb all over him like a jungle gym, tail curling around his arm while he scratches behind your ears and calls you “my best girl.”
nsfw
laughing Jack loves suspending you in the air with his long arms, while he buries his face between your thighs. his long, striped tongue plunges deep, forked tips flicking your clit relentlessly as your tail thrashes wildly
he ties you up with candy-cane ropes and fucks your mouth with slow, deep thrusts while his tongue fucks your cunt at the same time, giggling between moans as you purr and drool around him.
always plugs you up after he cums, spinning you gently in the air while he pets your ears and whispers filthy praise, making sure every drop stays inside you until you’re trembling and begging for more.
jason the toymaker
sfw
crafts new tails every few months with different lengths, fluffiness, and even ones with little bells and bows. the current favorite is a fluffy pink one with a weighted base, so it swishes dramatically. it also has a cute, tiny bell on it
when your tail starts swishing because he gave you a new ribbon, he sits you on his workbench and lets you “help” him while your tail thumps against his thigh.
jason pretends to hate when you climb the workbench like a real cat, but he secretly films it and watches the clips later while making your custom tail for the month , muttering “my little psycho cat” with a stupid smile.
nsfw
jason ties you to his workbench with silk ribbons, tail pulled up high, and fucks you slowly and precisely while praising you softly, “my perfect little kitten, taking me so well.”
when your tail swishes because he gave you a new ribbon, he eats you out on the workbench, tongue tracing every fold while his gloved fingers tease your ass, murmuring, “such a responsive doll.”
He keeps you plugged with a custom porcelain tail toy after he cums, making sure every drop stays inside while he pets your ears and calls you “my best creation.”
dark link
sfw
dark link keeps a small red ribbon tied to the base of your tail clip so every time it swishes it leaves a faint red streak on the floor like a trail only he can follow.
when your tail starts swishing because he let you sit on his lap while he is gaming. sometimes while he’s playing with ben, he rests his hand on the base and gently tugs it in rhythm with your purring and harder if ben beats him.
he started leaving shiny objects on shelves just to watch you climb and “hunt” them, teasing you when your tail goes crazy.
nsfw
dark folds you in half on the bed, legs over his shoulders, and fucks you deep while holding your tail base, whispering, “good kitty, show me how much you want it.”
when your tail swishes frantically, he makes you crawl to him, then fucks your mouth while petting your head and growling, “take it all, good girl.”
he keeps the leash short during sex, tugging it while he pounds you deep, praising you possessively—“mine, my perfect kitten.”
kagekao
sfw
calls you “my little demon cat” and clips the tail on himself sometimes just to hear it swish when you get excited for him.
when your tail starts going crazy because he scratched under your chin, he laughs and pins you to the floor so he can pet you properly—claws gentle, voice soft.
he even painted tiny glowing kanji on the underside of your tail clip that only show up in the dark; every time your tail swishes at night it spells out “mine” in soft light.
nsfw
kagekao pins you to the floor, claws digging into your hips, and fucks you raw while gripping your tail base like a handle, growling, “good kitty, swish harder for me” as your tail thrashes.
when your tail starts going crazy because he scratched under your chin, he eats you out while his claws pet your ears, tongue plunging deep until you’re purring and gushing over his mask.
he keeps the collar on during sex, tugging the leash while he pounds you from behind, claws leaving perfect lines on your ass as he fills you up.
bloody painter
sfw
painted tiny paw prints on the base of your tail clip so every time it swishes, it leaves little marks on the floor. each color is different for your tails.
when your tail starts swishing because he let you sit on his lap while he paints, he uses the tip of your tail as a brush to add delicate strokes to his current piece, calling you “his kitty paintbrush.”
he has many canvases laid around his studio, that's just you and your cat shenanigans. his favorite is the one where your tail was swinging mid-action to something he said.
nsfw
helen eats you out on the drop-cloth, holding your thighs with his hands while his tongue fucks you deep, praising you softly, “my beautiful kitten, so perfect.”
when you’re riding him cowgirl style, he fucks you slow while finger-painting on your skin, whispering, “good girl, take it all for me.”
after he cums in you, he scoops up your shared fluids and paints hearts on you until you’re calm from your orgasm
slenderman
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senderman has started creating little clearings with tall trees perfect for climbing and soft moss patches for napping. when your tail starts swishing excitedly at the sight of a new one, he hums in your mind like a pleased purr.
when you’re feeling playful and your tail is whipping side to side, he lets you “hunt” his tendrils, they move just slow enough for you to pounce on, curling around your hands when you catch them. letting you bat and tug until you’re purring with satisfaction.
he lets you sit on his lap while he’s in his office. draped lazily over his thigh. one tendril slowly stroking down your back while another brushes behind your ears.
nsfw
he lifts you into the air with multiple tendrils, spreading your legs wide and suspending you like a living offering. one thick tendril slides deep into your cunt while another teases your clit in slow circles, the static in your mind humming filthy praise until you’re mewling and dripping down the black appendages.
he keeps you plugged with two tendrils after he floods you with thick inky cum, gently rocking them inside you while he pets your ears and tail, making sure every drop stays deep while you tremble and purr from the overstimulation.
when you’re in full cat mode and begging, he lets you climb his suit like a tree, tail swishing wildly, before wrapping tendrils around your waist and lowering you onto a thick ridged one, fucking you slow and deep while another tendril teases your ass and a third wraps around your throat, static whispering “good kitten, take everything I give you.”
i hope u guys like this! i felt like this could be better and that i rushed trying to get something out. i want to open my requests again but i have 30 to to do 😭
ʚ♡ɞฺ main m.list ྀིᨯ — cw. nsfw & 18+ content ahead, cockwarming, i don't specify gender so take it as you will; characters included: albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette, kinich, xiao, dainsleif, wanderer - nsfw utc!
albedo lets out the prettiest little moans, and whimpers when you're just sitting so sweetly on him. he feels his own eyes roll back when he sees how you lean back onto his chest.
leaving a hand on your waist, and the other trembling on the vial he's struggling to hold up.
"god, my... hah- love. please, stop s- squirming..." placing small kisses on your nape made you shiver from how smooth yet cold his lips were.
"you're amazing," leaning his head against you, oh the things you did to him.
alhaitham squeezes your thighs to tease while he prefers you facing him while he finishes up his paperwork as a scribe. he is and has always been a brat tamer, so please, when you begged to keep him hard so he could fuck you on the desk he worked on?
"hmm? no, i'm not done yet. you do realize i prefer having all my files arranged alphabetically. we're only on 'r', yes? then wait."
loved to occasionally slap your ass to watch it ripple and feel you hold him closer. yes he makes you squirm and says you're a brat for doing so.
capitano worships your body and forgets about his work. he can do that later or assign someone else to do it for him anyway, but if you really insisted, he wouldn't mind an attempt on doing both. he'll have one hand on your body while the other signs his signature.
"taking me so well, mmmh... you look amazing like this." has you facing the paperwork he does while his hand covers your thigh.
likes to spike the temperature in his palms to surprise, yes he gets a little kick out of seeing you jolt in surprise because you clench <3
childe can't concentrate on his paperwork for anything more than five minutes. not when you look so adorable being a little display for him when he has work to get done. definitely the kind to tell you to face him so he 'concentrates better' when in actuality he can't.
"god, i can't do this anymore, spread your legs f'me. yeah, right now. lay down on the desk- fuck the paperwork."
has his hands all over you by the time he thinks you two have made out enough :)
wriothesley is also apart of the vision play squad, he agrees just to touch you with cold hands. loves to see your eyes go wide with both shock and pleasure at the same time. its condescending with how frigid his fingers feel compared to the warmth that lays itself on his lips.
"you're so fucking adorable- keep moving and i might just fuck you right here and now. i don't care if the windows are opened,"
someone has spotted you guys at least once with how often this happens honestly.
diluc is the other side of the coin because he uses his vision to make you relax. a warm arm that wraps around your waist to keep you patient while he finishes the paperwork for the winery. he doesn't promise he'll speed it up though, likes to see you suffer a little.
"patience, doll. i'll fuck you when i want to, okay? okay. now stay still, unless you want punishment."
honestly? bites in the most visible places ever if you keep squirming.
neuvillette is a bit desperate for both work and you at the same time. that's why you both don't mix well, especially when you thought it was a good idea to do so when he's already in the mood to fuck.
"haah... must you- really make me wait? yes? i- if you say so, then i'll allow it."
he can resist as long as you have him on a tight leash, but otherwise? you might as well be called bunnies.
kinich agrees on the pure intention of getting to tease you even while he was inside you. even goes as far as to bounce you up and down a few times before he signs off on a few other commissions. if you prefer light teasing, he'll keep you spread very wide to let cool air on your body.
"no. keep them spread sweetheart. i wanna see you crumble, yeah? too big? too bad."
surprisingly he's gravely into praise-degrading you. i won't expound.
dainsleif doesn't even know why he's still trying to deal with the bills he has to manage when he could do that later and take you right now. nonetheless, it's up to you when you guys get to fuck. doesn't stop him from stopping every now and then to kiss up on your nape.
"fuck, i can't wait anymore. my love- please just let me serve you. just once."
places sloppy kisses all over your body before actually fucking you like you two were just married.
wanderer is similar. he has pure intentions only to tease until it actually is happening and now he's crumbling under you. and i can't even lie? using the right words and actions,
you could totally just end up dominating him without him noticing. surprisingly, he's desperate, and is willing to slide all the papers off to serve you.
again. surprisingly.
"ugh. n- no way you can actually handle this any longer than you should."
xiao is obsessed with the idea secretly. unironic freak in the sheets and hides it very well until you take it off him. freaks out when you clench around him to tease, pinches your skin to tell you to stop but secretly wants more.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who’s nearly in his late thirties but yet still manages to fuck you mean. as his calloused hands grip your hips with bruising force, fingers digging into soft flesh as he angles you just right. "beg. again." his voice is a low rasp against your ear, voice thick with dark satisfaction as he watches your back arch off the sheets. "worthless girl. you came untouched and you're gonna take every inch i give you."
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who loves when you suck him off while he analyzes and calculates his players moves through the camera. as you suck him off, his eyes flicker between the camera feed showing his players in action and your mouth sliding up and down his length. a satisfied smirk plays on his lips as he sees one of his players make a perfect play, matching his calculations exactly. "good girl,"
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who even if he treats you like shit most of the time, he still has a soft spot when it comes to you. by letting you sit on his lap while studying his players position and strength. his arm wraps around you, pulling you closer as you sit on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder. he absently plays with your hair, his focus divided between the game and you. as he points out weaknesses in his opponents' formation, his touch becomes gentler, almost caring.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who loves fucking you while he gives instructions to his players, quoting he dictates that they must become the world's most selfish strikers by cultivating their own ego. his voice echoes through the room, commanding and dominant as he gives orders to his players. "be selfish. score more goals than anyone else. make the world bow to your greatness." his hips thrust into yours, punctuating each word as he drives into you roughly.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who likes eating you out. he buries his face between your legs, his tongue delving into your folds as he eats you out hungrily. his glasses fog up rapidly, the steamy air making it difficult for him to see. he pauses only briefly to adjust them, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh before diving back in, determined to taste your release.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐆𝐎 𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈 who secretly likes when you two match in different ways. as he stands in his expensive suit, adjusting his cufflinks for the blue lock game event, he glances over at you. you're wearing a dress that matches his suit perfectly—the same shade of blue, same elegant cut. a small smirk plays on his lips as he approves silently before adjusting his glasses once again.
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🌸Hello! can i request headcannons on how the Gachiakuta men would react to reader continuing to ride them after they *finished* and basically being overstimulated and can't go anymore,
But reader legit don't care mainly ( CORVUS MY MAN, Enjin, Jabber, and Follo) thank u for reading this and I hope your have a good day, night, or evening ❤️✌🏻
personally I don't think Corvus is the biggest fan of being overstimulated
he can last a while longer after cumming the first time but once he starts to feel it's too much he'll pull you off of him and find another way to satisfy you
don't worry though, he's very skilled with his hands and once he's had a break you get to ride him again if you really want to (you do)
he lets you have your fun but also knows his own limits
nghhh Arkha Corvus the man you are... #NEEDTHAT
other times however...he has stamina you've never seen before
when he's feeling stressed or just really freaking horny I fear you will be the one getting overstimulated
he's nice enough to let you ride him for a little while but at some point he can't hold back anymore and flips you over, folding you into the meanest mating press of your life
Enjin
you can tell when he starts to get overwhelmed by his grip tightening around your hips
his head is tossed back, eyes squeezed shut while the rest of him is feeling incredibly tense
"Wait- baby, slow down! FUCK!"
is Enjin typically a groaner? Yes. Is this a foolproof way to get him to moan instead? also yes
he does his best to keep his composure but the way your insides glide over his sensitive tip make it very hard for him to do so
he's very conflicted on whether he wants to pull you closer or push you off
he's a greedy bastard so he'd let you continue to bounce on him until his balls are empty and it actually starts to become painful
then and ONLY then will he finally stop you and say he's had enough
Follo Tunito
he tries his best not to cry but he just can't fight the tears that prick the corners of his eyes
poor baby has a safe word and even though he's reluctant to use it sometimes he has to :((
he wants to be able to satisfy you and give you all he has but sometimes it really is too much for him
he clings on to you for dear life, face buried in the crook of your neck in an attempt to hide his embarrassment
seriously, how much lamer could he possibly get? (oh follo bby you're not lame you're adorable)
when he's feeling particularly determined he tries his best to thrust up into you while you continue to bounce on him, allowing you to milk him for all he has before he's ready to tap out and take a nap
Jabber Wonger
Jabber also cries but he rather die than have you stop
for him it just hurts soo good and he is unashamed
as a matter of fact his hips snap up to meet yours, chasing the feeling of being overstimulated
if you even dare to slow down or pull away he's yanking you back towards him with a whine
"More! Pleaaaseee, I need more!"
his dick feels like its gonna fall off but he doesn't care
he doesn't want you to stop until he's dry cumming and too fucked out to even speak (aka when he can't protest when you finally get off of him)
and best believe after a short break he's pawing at you and begging for you to torture him all over again
authors note: Okay, so this fic came to me while writing about clint's daddy issues. Just Tony having a younger, hotter boyfriend who's also a super soldier. Which is great on paper, but when you get down and dirty, it makes Tony feel old. Like, sure, he still got it, but years have caught up to him and suddenly he's drained after just one round when before he could go up till three. So yeah, hope you guys enjoy the fic!
synopsis: Having a super soldier boyfriend wasn't an easy walk in the park. Sure, the perks outweigh the drawbacks, but when it comes down to having sex, it just highlights the wedge between them. Tony was pushing 50, and you, with the serum, were barely 30.
WARNING: 18+ SMUT AHEAD
The headboard slammed against the wall with a sharp crack. Tony's fingers scrabbled for purchase on your shoulders, his legs wrapped tightly around your waist as you thrust into him with a relentless, super soldier rhythm.
"Fuck," he choked out, his head thrown back against the pillows. The arc reactor cast a frantic, blue light across his heaving chest, highlighting the strain in his neck and the blissful agony on his face. "Slow down, you…you animal…"
You couldn't. Not when he was clenching around you so perfectly, not when his broken moans were the sweetest sound you'd ever heard. You were on your second round, and while your body was still humming with energy, his was already reaching its limit. You could feel it in the tremor of his thighs, the way his breath hitched in short, desperate pants.
"Almost there," you grunted, angling your hips just so, hitting that spot inside him that made him see stars. "Come on. Give me one more."
He cried out, a raw, ragged sound as his orgasm tore through him, his body arching off the bed. Cum painted his stomach, and the sight of him completely wrecked and lost in pleasure, was enough to push you over the edge. You buried your face in Tony's neck, groaning his name as you cummed inside him.
Tony lay motionless, chest rising and falling in a rapid, shallow rhythm. His eyes were closed, his face pale.
"Tony?" You reached out and brushed a damp strand of hair from his forehead.
He didn't open his eyes. "I think…I think I saw the afterlife for a second there. It was surprisingly boring."
A small smile touched your lips. "You okay?"
"Peachy," he breathed, the word barely a whisper. "Just need a minute. Or a week. Definitely a week."
You watched him, your chest swelling with a fierce, protective love. He was so beautiful like this. Vulnerable, sated, and completely yours. But you also knew the look that was beginning to settle on his face.
You shifted onto your side, propping your head up on your hand. "Don't start."
One eye cracked open. "Start what? I'm not starting anything. I'm just decompressing. A man is allowed to decompress after being practically fucked into a new dimension."
"I can hear the gears turning from here. You're thinking about how you're in your fifties and I'm, well, this." You gestured vaguely to your own still perfect physique.
He finally opened both eyes and the vulnerability there made your heart ache. "Can you blame me? I feel like I've been hit by a truck. A very persistent, very well endowed truck. And you look like you could go for round three right now."
You leaned in, kissing him softly, a stark contrast to the raw intensity from moments before. "But I want you."
"You have me," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly. "But for how long? One day you're going to wake up and realize you're shacked up with a relic. An old man who can't even keep up with his boyfriends stamina."
You felt a surge of anger, not at him, but at the cruel voice in his head that told him these lies.
You moved then, shifting to hover over him. You framed his face with your hands, forcing him to look at you, to see the truth in your eyes.
"Listen to me, Tony Stark. I don't care about how long you last during sex. I don't care if we do it everyday or only once every month. You know why?"
He shook his head.
"Because I care about this. I care about you. Every laugh line, every gray hair, every scar. I want the man who built an arc reactor in a cave. I want the man who saved the world half a dozen times and still burns his pop tarts. I want Tony Stark. All of him."
You kissed him then, a deep kiss that wasn't about starting another round, but about reminding him exactly who he was to you.
When you finally pulled back, his eyes were shining. The self doubt had been replaced by awe or just the profound, overwhelming reality of being loved. "You're too much."
"Good," you growled, nipping at his jaw. "You deserve too much. You deserve everything."
You settled back beside him, pulling his body flush against yours. He was still trembling, overstimulated and exhausted, but he melted into your embrace. His head found its place on your chest, right over your heartbeat.
"Just give me a minute," he mumbled into your skin. "Or ten. Maybe twenty. And some Gatorade. And possibly a full IV drip."
You laughed. "Whatever you need old man."
Tony pinched your side, but there was no heat in it. "Watch it, supersoldier. Even if I'm older, I still know how to pack a punch." Silence befell the room, but when you thought he might have drifted off, he spoke so softly you almost missed it.
"I love you."
You held him tighter, pressing another kiss to the crown of his head. "I know, Tony. I love you, too."
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who’s almost double your age and gets easily overstimulated when you constantly ask for another round. you were curled up in his arms, bare naked after another intense round of sex. you looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, batting your eyelashes as you asked “one more time?” he groaned internally, already feeling overstimulated from the previous rounds. “sweetheart.. i can’t nut alot anymore like i used to,” he mumbles. but you giggled before roaming your hands around his cock.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who always notices the little things before you even say anything. one day you casually mention wanting a certain snack you saw online, and somehow it’s already sitting on your desk the next morning with a tiny note beside it. he acts like it’s no big deal too, shrugging when you stare at him in shock. “you looked at it for like ten minutes,” he says simply, like that explains everything.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who secretly loves hearing you ask him for things. even something small like wanting dessert at midnight makes him grab his keys immediately. he’ll complain the whole drive there too, acting tired and dramatic, but the second you thank him he’s trying not to smile. “yeah, yeah. don’t make it a habit,” he mutters while already handing you your favorite snack.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who struggles to smoke a cigarette while you ride him. you were riding him reverse cowgirl style, his thick member stretching your tight pussy. as he thrusted his hips up, hitting your cervix just right, he reached for his cigarettes on the nightstand. bringing one to his mouth, he struggled to light it with his free hand, groaning as you continued to bounce on his dick.
you could feel his dick throbbing inside you as he tried to focus on lighting the cigarette. his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you down harder onto his cock. the cigarette finally lit, but he couldn't seem to take a drag without moaning or thrusting upwards. “mmm—baby... slow down..”
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who always makes sure you’re walking on the inside of the sidewalk. who opens doors without thinking. who instinctively places his hand over sharp corners when you lean down near them. it’s all automatic to him at this point, small habits that make you realize just how deeply he cares about you every single day.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who loves when you’re ovulating because in that way he can breed you. he would pulled your legs up and over his shoulders, changing the angle so he was hitting even deeper. you cried out, feeling him in your womb. he grunted with each thrust, his balls tightening as he thought about filling you with his seed. “gonna breed this pretty pussy...mmm good girl,”
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who calls you pet names more than your actual name at this point. princess when he’s teasing you. sweetheart when he notices you getting shy. baby when he’s tired and just wants to hold you close after a long day. the names slip out so easily from him that hearing your real name almost feels rare.
𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐅! 𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 - who eventually gets you pregnant and would non-stop spoil you and your baby together. because mine months later, you gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. he had his enjin's eyes and your smile. enjin was overjoyed, treating both you and the baby like precious gems. he spoiled you both non-stop, buying you everything you wanted and showing affection towards your son endlessly.
🐊 featuring: {separate}: 𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
🐊 tw: yandere themes ⭐︎ non/dubcon ⭐︎ kidnapping ⭐︎ delusions ⭐︎ they’re mean es shii ⭐︎ two faced asl ⭐︎ sadism ⭐︎ masochism ⭐︎ bondage ⭐︎ footjob ⭐︎ spanking ⭐︎ degradation ⭐︎ babytrapping ⭐︎ choking ⭐︎ manhandling ⭐︎ face sitting (m! receiving) ⭐︎ 69 ⭐︎ rimming ⭐︎ feminization ⭐︎ lingerie ⭐︎ collar ⭐︎ humiliation ⭐︎ hair pulling ⭐︎ stockholm syndrome ⭐︎
🐊 an: ah yes, time to feed the twink lovers, wish you luck ♡
🐊 HEIZOU — Knick-knack!
The collar snaps before your eyes finish rolling.
Leather biting sharp into your throat – not tight enough to choke, just cruelly reminding you he already knew you'd try it.
It forces a sharp gasp out of you—one you don't get to finish, because Heizou's already using that strip of leather to drag you right back between his legs.
Knuckles skimming your jaw as he guides your head down, unbothered, like he'd mapped out every move you were going to make before you made them.
One moment you’re glaring.
Next, your mouth is full of him.
His cock slides hot and heavy over your tongue, and the startled glkh!— that bursts out of you only makes his grin sharpen.
"There she is," he says, voice bright and almost clinical. "I gave you three opportunities to stop before it got to this point. You picked this."
You barely manage a sputter before he adjusts the collar again—SNAP!—tightening it to borderline cut off airflow.
His expression doesn't go cold so much as settle — as if he's arrived somewhere he expected to be. You glare up at him on instinct.
Heizou’s eyes lit up like you’d handed him a present.
"Oh, still brave," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip with idle curiosity, like he's noting it down somewhere. "Predictable, but brave. Don't use your teeth, sweetheart. I already know you're thinking about it."
You don’t get to protest.
Before he slams his hips upward, seating himself deeper in your throat so fast your nose hits his skin. His cock nudges a place you're not ready for, your throat seizing around him as your vision spots.
glk!- glkh- glk
Breath stuttering, lashes fluttering as he watches your throat struggle around him.
"T-there it is," he sighs, pleased in that infuriating, already-knew-it way he has. "Much more honest than whatever smart little comment you… were... hah… about to make. I clocked the exact wording, by the way. Would've been a good one."
You dig your nails into his thighs hard, a silent ‘go fuck yourself.’
The sound you make next — a humiliating, involuntary little choke — made you cringe… and him lose composure entirely.
Making Heizou moaned loudly, head tipping back, a low breathless "Ah–!" slipping out before he could catch it, olive eyes fluttering like your defiance knocked something loose in his chest he hadn't accounted for.
First thing he hadn't accounted for.
He stares back down at you, something flickering in his expression — recalculating. Then that grin returns, slower this time. More interested.
"Hm." His thumb drags your lip down, watching the spit string between skin. "You keep doing things I don't predict. Do you know how rare that is?"
Loosening the collar just enough for you to gasp—wrong move. Your pride flares, and you try to snap back, but all that comes out is a vibration against his cock, a choked mmph! that makes his hips jerk.
"Look at you," he says, catching a tear you didn't realize had fallen, holding it on his thumb like it's a clue. "Still fighting. Still dripping. And you think I can't tell which one you're more embarrassed about."
Then he's guiding your head back down—slow, but not merciful—letting his cock drag over every tender inch of your tongue while he keeps watching.
slrp!—mmph!—glk!
He follows the tremor in your thighs like a bloodhound.
Watches them press together, you pretending it's not happening. He clocked the exact moment your hips gave the smallest, traitorous twitch toward him.
"There it is.." quietly, to himself more than you, "You know~," he continues, tilting his head, "I wasn't planning to use more than one hand today. But you're so full of-” Then something warm slides between your knees. “-surprises.”
His foot.
The arch nudges your thighs apart, slow and so casual — like it's the obvious next logical step — exposing your soaked underwear to the cool air.
“Hm?” he coos, voice all faux-gentle mockery. "You're already this wet, and we're barely into the hypothesis."
His thumb traces idle circles on the leather strap. "Your body keeps contradicting itself. That's going to be a problem for you."
You try to shake your head — trembling, furious denial — but the collar stops the motion dead. His foot presses in, slow and deliberate, rubbing just enough friction against your panties to make your breath stutter out through your nose.
"You look furious," Heizou observes, voice soft with something worse than mockery — genuine fascination. "You should see your own face right now. You're trying so hard."
Foot rubbing in that same terrifying precision he puts into everything — deliberate circles right against your soaked panties. The pressure is perfect — teasing your swollen clit through the thin fabric while his cock stays buried deep in your throat.
"Every single time I discipline you," shaft still buried deep in your throat, foot working you toward something you're desperately trying not to give him, "your body does this. I've noted it. I have a very thorough record."
You try to grumble around him, but it only comes out as a wet, vibrating mmph that makes his length twitch on your tongue.
Heizou chuckles, low and delighted.
“Oh? You like that?” His foot moves faster, rubbing firm strokes up and down your dripping slit, toes curling to press right against your clit. “Look at you… trying so badly to glare at me while your pussy’s grinding against my foot like a desperate little whore.”
The combination is too much.
Your moan vibrates wildly around his length as your orgasm crashes through you — humiliating, what's worse is that he doesn't even look surprised.
"Mhm." He watches you shake apart with the quiet satisfaction of someone whose theory was confirmed exactly on schedule. "Right on time."
Not giving you a second to recover, his hips chase his own high with the same focused efficiency he does everything else, collar keeping you exactly where the evidence requires you to be.
With a low, unraveling moan — the least composed sound he's made all night — Heizou buries himself deep and cums.
He holds you through every pulse, breathing hard, that careful control finally fraying at the edges.
When he finally pulls back, thumb smearing across your swollen lip, he looks down at you with something that isn't quite the grin from earlier.
More like the face he makes when he's solved something that actually took effort.
"Good girl." Soft. Sincere, almost. He leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead — unhurried, like punctuation. "You know what the most interesting part of all of this is?"
Oh god
He tilts your chin up. "You already know exactly why you keep ending up here. You just haven't admitted it to yourself yet."
Grinning, eyeing your trembling form. "I'll wait. I'm patient. I already know the answer."
He gives the collar one last gentle tug.
"Knick-knack.~"
🐊 KAZUHA — W.T.F.
“K-KAZUHA WHAT T-THE FUCKKK!—”
Your voice cracks–as he slams into you, deep-deep-deep, the force of it yanking your silk-bound wrists taut against the beam above. The ropes creak as your spine arches.
And Kazuha just watches, amber eyes half-lidded, like he’s admiring the way your body jolts with every thrust.
Fingers cave into your hips, digging past the surface, marking you obsessively. He drives home with a smoothness that shouldn't be this brutal, each roll of his body a new lesson in how much you can endure.
One thrust.
Two.
Counting the hitches in your chest, timing his pace to the exact second your breath fails you.
“You’re shaking,” he whispers, voice soft as a lullaby. His hips snap forward—hard—and your gasp catches high in your chest, stuck.
“Is it the bindings?...” His thumb strokes your inner thigh, gently. “Or losing your Vision?”
He says it with a terrifying ease. He’d turned that stolen glass over in his palm earlier, eyes wide and worshiping, before tying you open and filling you.
Your body bounces with every stroke, helpless. “Hahh—!” spills out when he drags you down harder, his grip tightening, fingertips pressing deep enough to leave marks.
The pace picks up—smooth, controlled, relentless—like he’s chasing the sound of your breath shattering.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The wet smack of skin on skin echoes across the water, obscene.
“Easy…” his breath is a warm ghost against your skin, but his weight is a solid, punishing reality stretching you open. “You keep tightening around me like this—”
A particularly vicious thrust punches the air straight out of your lungs, leaving you hollow. “—I might think you enjoy it.”
“I DON’T—” The words snap out, hot and immediate, but they lose their edge halfway.
Something is failing in the back of your skull. Your thoughts are sluggish, stalling, sinking into a gray fog.
Behind him, the box pulses with a weak, dying rhythm—your Pyro Vision guttering out, its fire turning to ash. You wrench your eyes away because the sight of your own fading ambition is a physical ache.
Kazuha grinds into you, a slow, cruel pressure right where your nerves are rawest, before driving up with a sudden, jarring force.
“Nghh—FUCK—!” It spills out, unbidden. Kazuha just exhales a quiet laugh against your cheek.
You hate the scent of him—cedar and salt air.
Hate the softness of his hair, untouched by the violence of his hips.
Most of all, you hate the memory of the same hand currently bruising your hip, tucking a blanket around your shoulders this morning.
You were something precious then.
Now, you’re just a prize.
The hate is there, but it’s slipping through your fingers, dissolving into the void where your Vision used to be.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, his voice a low vibration in your ear as he thrusts deeper. Schlk…schlk…schlk filling you sends a forced heat racing up your spine. “-my songbird is one of a kind~.”
“KAZUHA I SWEAR TO ARCHONS-” But your voice cracks. The fury is a cavernous gap, feeling emptier by the second.
Another brutal snap of his hips makes your back arch, the beam above you groaning under the strain.
“I thought you’d want it like this,” puzzled, a quiet, private observation. He pouts—a look of pure, confused innocence—while his thumb traces a slow, heavy line up your clit. “You said I was always too soft.”
His shaft pulsed a deliberate, agonizing hesitation just to watch you squirm.
“So I figured…” Another thrust, deeper, meaner. “…you’d like it rough.”
You try to muster up the strength to glare holes into him, but you could only whimper in despair at the effects of not having your vision increase.
Kazuha tilts his head slightly, watching the way your wrists strain against the ropes like you’re testing whether the knots might suddenly grow merciful.
“I’m sorry,” voice dropping, quieter. Almost apologetic, “it has to be like this.”
The sorrow in his eyes is real. Genuine.
It changes absolutely nothing about the pace of his hips.
Your breath comes in ragged gasps, chest heaving as he adjusts his grip — one hand sliding up your thigh, pushing your leg higher, spreading you wider.
You can feel it…the hollowness spreads slowly through your limbs like something being gently, methodically unplugged.
"Kaz..." Your voice comes out smaller than you want it to. "Kazuha, you said…hah y-you always said–"
"I know what I said." He says it softly, watching your face with that unbearable attentiveness, like he's memorizing something. "I meant it. Every word."
His hips roll forward, slow and thorough, and the sound that escapes you isn't angry at all. "I still mean it."
"Tch then why–"
"Because–" and here his composure cracks, "you were gunna to leave n' not come back- heh." fingers fondling your nipple, making you arch just perfectly into him as he pumps his thickened inches through every peak.
"And- I found," he continues, breathless now, white hair falling across his face as he drives deeper, "that I believe in your freedom–" thrust "completely–" thrust "except for that."
The boat sways, adding more force to his thrusts.
He chuckles darkly to himself, a tone you've never heard before. He swirls n' swirls his globular tip, the perfect rounded shape to press into your nerves.
And somewhere in the growing heaviness behind your eyes, you're realizing horribly, humiliatingly... that your hips have started moving back to meet him.
Kazuha notices it, his eyes going soft, reaching up to cup your cheek with a gentleness that has absolutely no friggin business being here right now.
"See?" like he's been waiting this whole time to say it. "Isn't this better than leaving?"
You don't answer, you can't tell anymore if the withdrawal is talking or something worse.
He angled slightly – deeper, more deliberate – and your whole body lurches forward with it, the ropes catching you, swinging you right back onto him.
Sloppy sounds fill up the whole cabin until there's no room for anything else. Including your thoughts.
They keep arriving slower now, holding more weight, and you're not sure if you can keep holding onto hate anymore.
Or even remember why you were so upset in the first place.
He feels it immediately – the shift in you. Kazuha has always been terrifyingly good at reading things.
Wind.
Weather...The exact moment you're about to stop denying him.
"Ah-" You gasp- he grinds into your poor, bruised g-spot. "I-i… m’still f-fuckin’ angryy–"
"Of course," kissing up your neck, he inhaled deeply, smiling against you, "You're allowed to be."
"That's not-" A whine punches out of you when he rolls his hips just so. "That's not what I– ngh– t-that's not the point!—"
"Then what is my love?"
And you open your mouth to tell him. You have the answer…you know you do, it was right there a moment ago, something about how wrong this is, something about him taking your vision, something about how this isn't what you wanted.
His shaft drags slowww and thoroughly across that spot inside you, and every single word dissolves.
"Hm~?" Kazuha waits expectantly as the thoughts leave your face, morphing into something that isn't guilt anymore.
"It's alright." He presses a kiss to your temple. "You don't have to say it."
…He's already decided, somewhere in that poetic, completely unwell little heart of his, that this is love. That this is the right thing, that you'll understand eventually.
"Fuhck- ah! Kazu—" hips rolling back to meet him before you even register doing it—He shivers a single tremor moving through that carefully composed body, his breath catching audibly.
His rhythm stutters for just a fraction of a second. And then it happens — the thing he's been holding back since he tied you in the boats for days now.
"Y-you feel—" He stops, then tries again. "You feel so—" he really can't finish it.
Those eyes have gone somewhere glassy and distant — still looking at you, but seeing something past the surface of you, something he's been navigating toward for a very long time-
Both arms wrapping around you, silk ropes and all, folding you into him like something he's been holding in his hands for years and is only now allowing himself to keep.
His cock pulses deep. His breath comes apart completely.
"Don't leave," he moans into your hair, and it’s not a request or a command either. He’s already made up his mind and refuses to be argued with. “Don't leave. Don't leave. Don't—"
Your mouth falls slack, and you bring what little energy you have to bite into your fist as you scream, cumming all over his shaft.
Your walls clenching around him, as a sound slipped out, one you're sure you’ll be embarrassed about later.
Kazuha grunts, a hand jumping to his mouth, trying not to be loud.
Juices connecting you two, losing the careful rhythm entirely, and then he's shuddering against you, spilling deep, face buried in your neck, lips moving against your skin in something that might be your name or might be an unhinged poem or both.
Your vision flickers once behind him…going out.
…
The boat rocks gently in the silence that follows, his arms wrapped around you, holding you softly.
After a long moment, you hear him sigh.
"Im sorry..." A pause. "I just thought this was kinder."
🐊 KINICH — Got his lick back
SMACK!
"AH—!"
The sharp crack of his palm against your ass echoes through the room like a hunter’s whip.
Your cry breaks out raw and humiliating, but Kinich doesn’t give you a second to breathe. His hand stays glued to the stinging flesh, squeezing hard enough to feel the heat bloom under his fingers while his other hand slides between your slick thighs.
“Spread.” Flat. Commanding. No room for argument.
You don’t.
So he forces you anyway — two fingers pushing past your dripping folds, stretching you open with that terrifying precision, curling right against the soft, spongy spot that makes your vision spark white.
The second your hips jerk forward to escape, his fist locks into your hair and yanks you right back onto his lap like a leash.
“Already this wet?” A low, almost thoughtful hum leaves him as he pulls his fingers free.
A thick, glossy string of your slick stretches between your hole and his fingertip, catching the low light.
“Running again… but your pussy keeps begging me to stay.”
You try to snap something back — anything — but he’s already lining up. The flared, swollen head of his cock nudges against your entrance once, twice, then pushes in with one merciless slide that steals every word from your throat.
“F-fuck- Kinich-!”
He bottoms out in one smooth glide, stretching you wide around his thick length until you feel him pressing right against the entrance of your womb.
Buried deep, letting your walls flutter and clench desperately around him while his breath ghosts hot against the back of your neck.
“You keep running,” he says quietly, almost thoughtfully, as he pulls back just enough to slam in again. The wet slap of skin on skin is filthy.
“Every time I tell you to stay. Every time you look at me like you’re already gone.”
SMACK!
Your body jerks hard at the next spank, a broken cry ripping from your throat.
Before you can crawl away, his arm hooks around your waist and hauls you right back down onto his cock, pinning you flat to the slick floor. The woven texture bites into your tits and stomach as he forces you to take every brutal inch.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he growls low, the first real crack in that calm tone.
His hips snap forward harder, cockhead smacking mercilessly into your cunt with every precise thrust. “You’re not leaving Natlan. Not again.”
Smooth, deep rolls of his hips that drag his veiny length along every sensitive ridge inside you. Your voice climbs higher, cracking on whimpers you can’t swallow down.
Drool slips from the corner of your mouth onto the floor while your thighs shake violently.
“Kinich-! puhleaseeee- it’s too much—”
“It’s not.” Another punishing thrust. “You can take it. You will.”
His hand snakes underneath you, fingers finding your swollen clit.
He pinches and rolls merciless little circles that have your walls clamping down around his cock like a vice. Your whole body seizes, pussy gushing slick down his length as he keeps fucking you through it.
“Don’t know why- Ngh-,” he rasps against your neck, voice fraying at the edges now, breath coming shorter. “Y’kept leaving me. Why ya- won’t stay put. ”
"Th-that's not— ah— that's not your problem!-"
"You made it my problem." A thrust that punches the air clean out of you. “So I found a solution. Gonna fill this tight little cunt until you’re swollen with my kid. Then you won’t have a choice.”
The words hit you like lightning. Your mind blanks for a second– “Wai-what—”
His cock swirls deep.
Pushing deeeep, his fingers pick up pace on your clit, dragging you toward something you've been denying this whole time, your walls fluttering desperately, your voice climbing so high it cracks—“No!- t-that’s genuinely insane!”
"It isn’t." He held a small, satisfied smile.
"That’s not a solution, that’s literally—fuckkkk!"
But your body betrays you completely, cutting you off. Your walls flutter wildly around him, milking his cock as a devastating orgasm rips through you.
You came hard, screaming into the floor, tears streaming, thighs clamping shut around his hand while your pussy spasms and gushes.
Kinich groans low, the sound raw and animalistic, the first time that perfect hunter composure truly fractures.
His hips stutter once, twice, then he buries himself to the hilt with a sharp snap, pressing so deep you swear you feel him in your throat.
“HNGH!—”
Thick, hot ropes of cum flood your womb — pulse after heavy pulse, so much and so warm it spills out around his pulsing cock almost instantly, smearing sticky and obscene between your bodies.
Grinding deep through every wave, slow and deliberate, like he’s determined to push every drop as far inside you as physically possible.
His arm stays locked tight around your middle, tattooed bicep flexing against your stomach, holding you exactly where he wants you.
“…Your body thinks it’s a perfect solution,” he breathes against your sweat-damp neck, voice hoarse but still terrifyingly calm. “Stop fighting it.”
You’re still shaking, still fluttering around his spent cock, when the reality crashes back in.
Tears prick hot at the corners of your eyes as you try to twist away from him, voice cracking with raw upset.
“No,” you choke out, voice hoarse and furious even while your pussy keeps weakly clenching around him like it’s trying to keep every drop he just gave you.
“I’m not getting pregnant. I’m not letting you trap me like this— you can’t just- you can’t-”
He doesn’t pull out.
If anything, Kinich sinks a little deeper, grinding the head of his cock against your overfilled cervix like he’s sealing it. His lips brush the shell of your ear, calm as ever, but the grip on your waist tightens possessively.
“You already are,” he stares, almost fondly. “Or you will be. Soon.”
You pushed him off hard, “Like hell–”
.
.
🐊
A month later, the humid air inside the Scions of Canopys midwife’s hut feels too thick to breathe.
You’re sitting on the low mat, knees drawn tight together like that might somehow undo everything, while the older woman hums softly and presses careful fingers along your lower belly.
Nausea still clings to the back of your throat. Your breasts ache. Certain smells make you want to retch.
You already know what she’s going to say.
Your captor behind you like a silent sentinel — arms loosely crossed, green-gold eyes half-lidded but missing nothing.
The midwife finally sits back on her heels, expression unreadable for a long beat.
“Congratulations! You're expecting,” she says, no question in her voice, your stomach dropping.
“It seems you're a month along, oh! The baby is healthy…you would be due…”
As the midwife drones on and on, pointing at the chart, you craned your head to glare at Kinich meeting his expectant gaze.
His expression, for once, was readable, and it only conveyed one thing:
‘You can deny it all you want, you’re stuck.’
🐊 LOHEN — Denial is a river
“LOHEN LET ME DOWN—YOU DONE LOST YO MIND.”
You thrashed wildly, hanging upside down from the thick rope coiled tight around your ankle.
The world swayed in sickening circles, blood rushing straight to your head while your own heartbeat hammered in your ears.
Dignity? Gone. Long gone.
Meanwhile, Lohen was losing his shit.
Full-body, stomach-clenching laughter poured out of him as he bent over, one hand braced on his knee, as if he might actually collapse from how hilarious you were.
Red eyes squinted with pure delight, tears pricking at the corners while he wheezed.
“HA- holy shit!-” He dragged in a gasping breath, still grinning like a maniac. “You really walked straight into that one. Fuck, you’re adorable.~”
He finally straightened up and stalked closer, head tilted as he studied your flushed, upside-down face.
That manic little smile curled slowly and hungrily across his lips, one that promised nothing good.
“You actually thought you could escape me?” he cooed, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Cute. Real cute.”
You glared hard enough to burn holes through him.
Lohen only stepped even closer, until he was right in front of your swaying body.
Two fingers reached out and squished your cheeks together like you were some grumpy little creature he’d caught.
“Look at that face,~” he sang, eyes sparkling with pure unhinged joy.
You jerked your head and sank your teeth into his thumb — hard.
A low, genuine, filthy sound punched straight out of his chest. His eyes fluttered, lashes kissing his cheeks.
You pulled back, staring at him in pure disgust and disbelief.
He stared right back, looking almost surprised at himself for half a second… before that wild grin crawled back onto his face, twice as wide.
“Fuck I think I just came a bit…Do that again.”
This fucking freak
His hand finds your face again - cradles it, almost, which was somehow more unsettling than if he'd gripped it.
Thumb pressing into your cheek while your head kept spinning, and the rope creaked above you.
“You’re turning such a pretty shade.~” voice soft and sweet like poison. “Wow, are ya really that happy I’m touching you?”
“YOU PSYCHOTIC LITTLE—”
“Mhm,” Lohen cut you off smoothly, not even listening. His eyes dragged over you slowly and warmly, completely shameless. “Most people would’ve seen the rope, y’know,” he said, like you weren’t literally hanging upside down from his trap.
“Well, most people aren’t being fucking hunted-”
“Nope.” His thumb traced the line of your jaw, gentle and obsessive all at once.
“Just you… ‘cause iiiii loooove yooouuu.~” He drew the words out in that obnoxious, singsong way that made your skin crawl and your stomach flip at the same time.
You rolled your eyes so hard it made you dizzy.
Lohen hummed, tilting his head as he watched you sway.
That dangerous little smile never left his face while he tapped one finger against his chin like he was thinking.
“Now~” he purred, smirk widening with wicked promise.
“How should we fix that nasty little attitude of yours…?”
Fuck
.
.
🐊
“Cmon what are ya waitingggg forrr?”
You’re straddling him, completely humiliated, his thick cock buried to the hilt inside you while he lounges back like he doesn’t have a single care in the world.
Hands tucked lazily behind his head, mint-green hair splayed wild across the grass, that damn beauty mark crinkling as he grins up at you with pure psychotic delight.
You’re not moving.
Not one fucking inch, half out of overstimulation, half out of pure spite.
SMACK!
His palm cracks hard across your ass, the sharp sting making you jerk upward with a broken yelp.
The sudden movement drags your dripping walls along every veiny inch of him, Lohen moaning loud and shameless beneath you, biting his lips like he just tasted heaven.
“There ya gooo~” he coos, voice syrupy sweet with fake innocence. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“I fuckin’ hate you—”
“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs, low and wheezy, eyes sparkling as he tracks every furious twitch on your face. “You gonna move properly, or do I gotta smack that pretty ass red again?”
You barely move.
Slow. Grudging.
The most resentful little roll of your hips that’s ever existed.
Throwing his head back he bursts into loud, unhinged laughter. “HAHAAH— fuck, look at you! So madddd~ So fucking upset and still creaming all over my cock.”
“Are you deadass right now-? Of course I’m mad-!”
“Faster.”
“What—?”
“Faster,” he repeats helpfully, tilting his head with that manic little grin. “You’re going reeeaaally slow, baby. My dick’s getting bored.”
You’re going to kill him.
Fuck it.
You’re going to cum and then kill him.
But your cunt says otherwise, pussy fluttering and sucking greedily around his thick length, no matter how much you glare at him.
Lohen’s eyes darken with hungry delight. He suddenly sits up, arms wrapping around your waist like steel bands, yanking you down flush against his chest.
Shaft grinding deep, bullying right against that spongy spot inside you that makes your vision spark white.
“F—fuck,” he hisses through clenched teeth, that primal edge slipping into his voice. “One more, yeah? Just one more f'me, pretty thing.”
“Lohen, you’ve said that,” You batted your eyes, fighting the pleasure, “-for hours, lemme go!”
“Mmm, doesn’t sound like an answer,” he purrs, rolling his hips up in a filthy, precise way that makes your toes curl. “Doesn’t sound like you’re saying no to me.”
He doesn’t even wait for your reply.
His forearms hook under your thighs, spreading you wide open like a ragdoll as he starts rutting up into you harder.
Wet, sloppy sounds fill the air with every thrust — squelch-squelch-squelch — his cockhead kissing your cervix over and over like he’s trying to knock right through it.
“Hm? Hah- mmph!, seems like someone agrees with me.~” he laughs breathlessly against your ear, nipping at the shell with sharp teeth. “Your pussy’s the one begging for more. Greedy little thing keeps gulping me down like she never wants me to leave.~”
You try to squirm, try to plant your feet and lift off him even a little, but Lohen just tightens his grip and fucks up into you even meaner, bouncing you on his cock like you weigh nothing.
“Hahhh?? Running again~?” he tuts, voice mockingly sweet. “Nahhh, we still got s’much more rounds to go, baby. Five? Or is it six? I lost count already.”
Your mind was blanking out; you've been doing this for so long, you couldn’t even form coherent sentences. “Fuh- no- mgh- I’m d-done!”
"Your pussy's not done~."
“My- p-puhssy–! Don’t getta vote!” You shatter instantly — eyes rolling back, a broken scream ripping out of you as your sixth orgasm crashes through your exhausted body.
Lohen screams loudly while your walls milk him tight, but he doesn’t stop.
“Ohh-Fuck fuck fuck! Here’s ah!- another one, baby!-” Cumming hard with you, filling you up - he keeps thrusting through your high, chasing every last flutter like a man possessed.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flooding your already overstuffed cunt. Grinding deeper, chasing every last flutter like a man completely possessed.
“Mmm—hah, there it is,~” he moans happily, beauty mark crinkling as he grins against your sweat-slick neck. Mint-green hair sticks to his forehead, messy and wild. “Good girl. That wasn’t for you, though~ That was all for this pretty pussy of mine.”
You’re sobbing now, chest heaving, body twitching uncontrollably in his lap. But Lohen just keeps bouncing you on his still-hard cock, slow and filthy, like he could do this forever.
“And she’s telling me…” he drawls, voice sing-song dropping into something darker, more dangerous, lips brushing your ear, “that you can handle three more.♡”
You flop forward against his chest, boneless and whimpering, barely able to hold yourself up. “A-asshole… h-hate you…”
Lohen’s manic laughter rings in your ear as he flips you onto your back in one smooth motion, never once letting his cock slip out of your spasming heat.
“Keep fighting it, baby. Keep telling me how much you hate me.” He leans down, eyes glowing with lovesick affection as he starts pounding you into the grass. “Makes my dick so fucking hard when you lie like that.”
You cry out, nails raking down his back as he folds you nearly in half, knees pressed to your chest.
Every thrust is loud, messy, obscene — the constant squelch of his cum being fucked deeper into you, the slap of skin, your broken sobs mixing with his breathless laughter.
“Look at her,” he coos, glancing down between your bodies where his cock disappears into your puffy, cream-filled pussy. “Still sucking me in so hungrily. Seems like she doesn’t wanna let go, does she?”
“Stop- I can’t-!!”
“You can,” he laughs softly, leaning down to bite your bottom lip. “And you will. ‘Cause every time you say you’re done… this cute cunt just begs for more.”
Picking up speed, pounding you into the grass with relentless, mind-melting strokes. Staring straight into your tear-filled eyes, beauty mark crinkling with that same unhinged grin.
“Three more, f’me baby. Then maybe- maybe I’ll let ya rest.~” His hands push your legs up to your head, angling deeper, making your eyes roll.
“Or maybe I’ll just keep going until you forget how to say the word ‘no’ at all.~”
🐊 LYNEY — Hole dirtier than laundry!
You're so sure you're going to fucking suffocate at this rate.
Lyney’s perched on your face like he weighs nothing, knees planted on either side of your head in the middle of his messy bed, sheets already twisted and half-pulled off the mattress.
That skimpy little lingerie set he’d been hiding under his coat all evening still clinging to his slender frame—purple lace stretched taut over his flushed cock, the thin strap of the thong shoved to the side so his pretty, leaking hole could sit right against your mouth.
The fabric’s soaked through already and so is he.
He’d wanted this for weeks.
The filthy thought had lived rent-free in that pretty head of his ever since the first time you turned your face away from his goodnight kiss.
Then again, when you shoved his hand off your waist.
Then again, when you told him to “fuck off” like it was nothing.
Every denial made it worse.
He got nervous—actually nervous—thinking you’d hate it.
That you’d push him off and call him disgusting for wanting something so selfish, so greedy.
But tonight you’d denied him one too many times, pushed him away with that same cold little glare, and this was the perfect excuse.
Discipline
Clean. Simple.
He could finally do it and blame you for making him snap.
Except he's the one losing his breath — soft, shaky exhales spilling from those painted lips every time your tongue brushes against his rim. That carefully constructed composure dissolves, piece by piece, every time you move beneath him.
“Mmmh—!” He grinds down harder, your hands flailing against his thighs, nails digging into lace and soft skin. “Cat got your tongue, mon amour~?”
His voice is all theatrical breathiness, that signature charm cracking at the edges.
Shifting his weight just enough for you to gasp in a desperate breath, only to sink back down again — ass firmly planted on your face, rolling his hips in slow, filthy circles.
The wet heat of his hole drags over your lips, your tongue, smearing slick and lube everywhere.
The sound Lyney makes when you're forced to lick him is loud enough that the entire wing's probably filing a noise complaint right now.
Ash-blond hair with that tiny braid falls messily around his face, violet eyes fluttering shut, cat-like pupils blown wide.
“F-fuck… just like- that!—ngh!”
His slender fingers fist the sheets above your head, hips twitching every time your tongue pushes inside.
“D-didn’t think you’d be so… eager to clean me up after all those- ah! Nasty words you threw at me this week. You sure you didn’t want this?~”
He laughs breathless, a little unhinged—and the sound melts into another whimper when you suck on his rim trying to get air.
The lingerie thong keeps slipping back into place, and he has to keep tugging it aside with shaky fingers, the lace now completely drenched.
"Haah — look at you. Flailing around.~" Another slow grind, deliberate and mean, his cock twitching hard against the lace as it leaks onto his stomach. "But you're not pushing me off, are you? No… you're licking deeper. Mmph!~."
You thrash hard, punching at his thighs, trying to get this sick man off your face. He either mistakes it for enthusiasm or simply doesn't care — the effect is the same.
His thighs shake harder, athletic muscles flexing as he rides your tongue with more urgency. That guarded side is completely gone.
Replaced by something rawer.
The need to be wanted so badly that it overrides everything else.
"Keep going, mon amour," he pants, voice pitching higher, "because if you stop — hngh — I swear I'll sit here until morning. Until you forget every nasty word you said to me… and only remember this."
His fingers thread into your hair, tugging just enough to tilt your face exactly where he wants it.
Not until he’s satisfied. Not until you’re his again—completely.
He can feel it building — hot, coiling, dangerous. And he refuses to finish like this, not when he hasn't taken everything.
With a shaky laugh that doesn't quite hide the edge beneath it, Lyney finally lifts off your face — justttt enough for you to drag in a ragged breath, spit and slick smeared across your lips.
Lungs burning as you try to speak—“Lyney, wait—” and before you can get a single word out-
His cock impales your mouth in one smooth thrust—thick, leaking, stretching your lips wide around the base of his shaft.
You choke instantly, eyes watering, the sudden fullness reducing every word you had to a wet gluck-gluck-gluck.
His thighs lock firmly beside your head. "Mmmph — there we go." He rocks into your throat with shallow, greedy thrusts, voice dropping as his face disappears between your thighs. "That's it. Let me feel how sorry you are."
Leaning down his tongue is immediate and merciless — lapping, sucking, flicking over your clit with a precision that feels almost unfair.
One hand grips your thigh hard enough to bruise. The other presses flat against your stomach, pinning you exactly where he wants you.
You push at his hips, a muffled protest vibrating around his length — he just rolls deeper, unhurried, his cock fucks your mouth in the same rhythm.
The room echoes with the wet sounds of him thrusting into your throat, mixed with the slurps of his mouth on your cunt.
"Don't- fight it, mon amour," he groans against your spreaded folds, the words vibrating straight into your core. "You don't get to push me away anymore. Not after all those mean words."
He sucks hard on your clit, hips stuttering as he holds back his own orgasm. "Not after telling me to leave like I'm nothing."
The lace thong is still tangled around his balls, rubbing against the bridge of your nose with every shallow thrust. His tongue curls, teasing your entrance before plunging inside—matching the way his cock bullies the back of your throat.
Your moans of reluctant protest are drowned out by his cock, completely overstimulated by how much of him you're feeling at once.
Every thrust pushes him deeper, every swirl of his tongue makes your legs shake. Whimpering into your cunt, the sound vibrating through you, but the words that slip out between licks are pure silk-wrapped venom.
"If I have to do this every night until you stop denying me—" A sharp suck on your clit. "—then I will."
His cock throbs heavily on your tongue. "I'll keep you right here. Until the only thing you know how to do is stay."
You try to pull off—hands slapping at his hips, a broken sob ripping from your throat around his shaft—but he just angles deeper.
The filthy gluck-gluck-gluck of him fucking your mouth fills your brain, your eyes streaming tears that mix with the spit dripping down your chin.
And he doesn’t stop, tongue lashes harder between your folds, sucking your clit into his mouth with a lewd pop! before flattening it again.
Mean. Possessive. Trying to pull your orgasm out by force.
Your thighs shake around his head, hips jerking up involuntarily as the pressure coils tighter-too much, too fast, too-
You cum with a shattered cry that vibrates straight down his cock.
Creamy slick gushes over his tongue, thighs clamping around his ears, and Lyney moans like he’s the one breaking. Holding himself right there on the edge—cock twitching wildly in your throat—until your walls start fluttering hard.
“F-fuck—ngh, that’s it—give it to me-”
His cock pulses hard on your tongue, swelling thicker, and then he’s cumming too.
Rope after rope shoots straight down your throat, thick and hot, until you’re choking on it, coughing up his seed around the length still buried between your lips.
He doesn’t pull out. Just keeps shallow-thrusting through it, forcing you to swallow every drop while he drinks you down like he’s dying of thirst.
The room spins. Your lungs burn. Tears won’t stop. While Lyney stays there a second longer, chest heaving, hips still twitching with the aftershocks.
Panting, he eased cock from your mouth with a slurp!
Strings of cum and spit connect your swollen lips to his tip. Lyney watches it break with half-lidded violet eyes, his cheek flushed red.
You’re still sobbing softly, chest heaving, when he finally flips around. He curls over you, pressing soft kisses to your tear-streaked cheeks, your trembling lips, like he didn’t just fuck your face and sit on you for "punishment".
“Shhh… mon amour,” he whispers, voice sweet as sugar, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “See? Wasn’t so bad. You took me so well… my perfect little assistant.”
Lyney's fingers thread back into your hair, holding you there as he nuzzles against your neck.
“You’re not going anywhere tonight.” A soft, theatrical little laugh brushes your ear.
“Or tomorrow.”
He kisses the corner of your mouth, tasting himself on you.
“Or ever.”
🐊 XIAO — Bite first. Regret later
BAM!
"I'm leaving- ” The wall meets your back before you finish the sentence. “-Xiao. I mean it this–"
The impact rattled your teeth, your breath was punched clean out of your lungs, he was just across the room, teleporting in a haze of green and black, shoving you against the wall.
Another sharp gasp to follow when Xiao drove into you again, deeper, meaner, like he was trying to carve his place inside you permanently.
This is the problem.
This has always been the problem.
He doesn't talk to you, doesn't tell you he needs you, doesn't acknowledge what this even is, what you are to him — just pulls you close when it gets too heavy and expects that to be enough.
Weeks of silence.
Weeks of watching him look straight through you like you're something precious he refuses to name because naming it would make it real, and real things can be taken away.
You're exhausted.
Your legs stayed locked tight around his narrow waist, thighs trembling violently.
"I—" You push at his shoulders. He doesn't move. "Stop. I said I'm leaving—"
The only thing keeping you from sliding down the wall was his iron grip on your ass, fingers imprinting in so deep you knew they’d leave bruises shaped like his hands for days.
Xiao doesn’t respond, no words, or explanation — just eyes burning with determined focus
The tattoo on his arm bleeds green into the dark.
"Let me go." Flat. Furious. You dig your nails in hard. "I- ah! Mean it! I'm n-not doing this anymore, I can't keep– pretending-!"
He looks at you.
Amber eyes completely unguarded for once — staring at you like you've already got one foot out the door and he's watching it happen and he still, still cannot make himself say the words that would fix it. Jaw locked tight, breathing ragged.
Hitting that little spot inside you, your whole argument stutters. "That's not—"
You try to hold onto the thread of it. "That's not good enough, you can't just — this doesn't fix anything—"
He drives deeper. Your back hits the wall harder.
"Xiao!"
Nothing.
Just that devastating eye contact and the brutal, relentless pace of him, he's decided if he can't say it, he'll just make you feel it instead.
Your nails rake down his arms. "Oh-! This is- fuck! Insane. Shit! Your hurtin!- You can't keep doing this and expect me to stay!-" You twist, trying to get leverage.
His hand wraps around your throat, forehead dropping to yours, eyes closing, and he stays there breathing hard while his hips find a slower, deeper angle that makes your vision dissolve at the edges.
The weight of his karmic debt presses down on the room like a physical thing. Ozone and something older, darker, filling your lungs with every breath.
You're furious, shaking, and overwhelmed.
But believe it or not, he was terrified of hurting you.
And yet he couldn’t stop.
"Shit, what do you want from me!?"
Instead of answering, he just bites down on your throat instead. Sharp. Claiming. So suddenly, your whole body arches into him against every intention you had.
A broken sound tears out of you—high and pathetic—and you immediately hate yourself for letting it slip.
Teeth sinking in harder, not enough to break skin but enough to mark, enough to own, and your cunt clenches around him so violently it makes him stutter.
Yanking you up higher, forcing your back to scrape against the wall, making you cry out in pain- as he drives in deeper.
The anger frays at the edges where the pleasure keeps burning straight through—white-hot and unforgiving.
“I h-hate you-” you gasp. Not true. Completely not true, and you both know it.
“You’re so—” Another broken moan cuts you off, raw and humiliating. “Infuriating.”
He makes a sound against your neck. Low. Pained. Even that tiny admission costs him something precious.
Still nothing.
You’re crying now—angry tears spilling hot and fast down your face, your body betraying you completely as he drives you up the wall again and again.
Each thrust shoves you higher toward something you don’t want to give him.
“Please,” you break, hating how small and wrecked it comes out. “Please just say it. Tell me you need me. Tell me I’m—that I’m yours, that this means something, that you’re not just going to let me disappear one day and feel nothing—” His entire body goes rigid.
Exhaling, his hand slides from your throat to cradle the back of your head.
His forehead presses so hard to yours it almost hurts, eyes squeezed shut, hips grinding deep and slow and devastatingly deliberate now.
Every roll of his hips drags his cock against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl and your vision spark white.
He still doesn’t say it, waiting for you to say exactly what he wants to hear.
Xiao pulls you in so tight you can’t tell where he ends, and you begin anymore. Your breast presses hard against his chest, breath coming in short gasps from how tight he’s holding you, bruises already beginning to bloom.
Maybe...
“I’m staying,” you whisper, defeated, wrecked, voice cracking on every syllable. “I-i’m yours. I’m not leaving. Just—don’t let go.”
The sound he makes is quiet.
Devastated and relieved in a way that breaks your heart a little. He comes with his face buried in your neck, shaking hard, one arm locked around your waist like even now he doesn’t trust you won’t vanish.
Thick, hot ropes of cum flood you—spurt after spurt—while his teeth stay sunk into your throat, muffling the broken groan that vibrates against your skin.
He keeps rolling through it, slow and possessive, making sure every drop stays deep inside you.
Afterward, the room is just breathing. Heavy. Sticky. Charged. Then, so quiet it barely exists:
“…Again.”
Not another round, you know that.
He wants to hear it again—the words he can’t say himself, confirmed in your voice, real and present and not leaving.
“I’m yours, Xiao.” You press your lips to his temple, voice hoarse and trembling. “I’m staying.”
His grip tightens instantly. Fingers digging back into your ass, cock still buried to the hilt and twitching inside you like it’s trying to root there forever.
Xiao still doesn’t say it back; you already know how he feels.
The dark, suffocating truth that settles in the quiet—in the iron grip of his arms and the door you both know he’d never let you reach—is that staying was never really your choice to make.
It stopped being your choice a long time ago.
…Some sick, exhausted piece of you doesn’t even want the choice anymore.
cocky stem student! sokka who doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut until you're stroking his cock and he's reduced to a stupid whimpering mess. || idea by @/tsukiboo <3, mdni 18+ content ahead, sokka n you are early twenties cuz i aint weird
ꫂ᭪݁ it was true, sometimes sokka just couldn't hold his tongue but god it was just too satisfying when you both would rival each other so perfectly. every comeback had its own reply, and that reply got its own snappy response.
he didn't want to admit his academic rival turned him on though, i mean, that's just losing!
but would it still count as losing when your warm hand would drag itself up and down his abnormally large cock that ached harshly for your touch specifically?
"oh come on, sokka... you should know this... what about if a watermelon falls with a weight of nine kg?"
"or is mister number two still busy trying his best not to thrust into my palm?" you grinned, you could see his scowl quickly turn into another embarrassing whimper.
"nngh, fuck- you already know the answer! that shit is so e- easy..." barely managing out when you flip the page of the book on the table. you keep your legs crossed while your body keeps facing him. your right hand stroking him while you traced the words of the book with your free hand.
"you said you wanted to review. answer it right or i'm gonna keep edging you like the loser you are." smiling sweetly in the poisonous air of your words made him feel hazy.
"you know you're so sexy when you do that shit to me? it's-" his breath hitches when you momentarily let your fist meet his base, "holy- fuuuck... it's eighty eight point two newtons... jeez.." letting out heavy breaths, you mark the question check on the questionnaire.
"aw, you finally admit you find me attractive?" - "when i'm in my grave yeah. i said sexy, not attractive."
was it weird you were helping your academic rival study by stroking him faster whenever he gets it correct? not really. with all your arguments it feels like it was bound to happen anyway.
you roll your eyes, "it's the same thing you idiot." his eyebrow raises, a smirk appears although his expression stutters for a moment. "then how about you show me the difference between stroking and riding? i think they're the same thing."
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ೀ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 - aged up zanka (20+), implies to p! links, p in v, praises, fingering, sigh they’re all goners, mentions of a threesome, car sex, short drabbles, oral (m! receiving). make sure to be logged in twitter, also please don’t read if you’re uncomfortable.
⊹ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ enjin ┆tamsy┆zanka┆ zodyl
𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍 -
𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧! who is nothing but a BREATHLESS groaner with a bit of moaning.
𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧! who has a praise kink because he can’t get over the fact that he’s in you— “fuckk— princess.. you’re so good. arch your back more,” and who constantly presses your hips down the mattress to prevent you to squirm away.
𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧! who bottoms out if you keep going round to round. who struggles to keep his stamina up but manages to keep some stamina— but mostly when you ride him. shh he also likes cumming in you when he’s lazy to pull out..
𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧! who loves fingering you hard and fast, making you a moaning mess underneath him. he loves hearing your moans and fingers get soaked wet just by fingering you.
𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 -
𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲! who moans softly ONLY occasionally. but usually he groans aggressively.. and sometimes not.
𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲! who LOVES flexing his muscular body to you— especially because he knows you’d get wet like a waterfall for him. he just loves seeing your pretty clit aching for his touch, your cute undies all wet and soaked in your sweetness. “miss me dove?” he’d say.
𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲! who likes cumming on your back.. for some odd reasons. he admits that the reason was because he doesn’t want to impregnate you.. but we all know he’s lying.
𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐲! who likes fucking in doggy-style. he likes seeing your back arched, while his cock disappears in and out of you slowly.
𝐙𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐔 -
𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚! who whimpers WHILE actually praising you— he just loves your pussy :(
𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚! who steals enjin’s jeep so then you and him can fuck in the back of the jeep. he usually does it when you two are sent to go to a mission—after it, he would purposely tease you until you’re soaking wet, begging for him to fuck you.
𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚! who he once caught jabber and you fucking behind his back, although he didn’t get mad because deep down he’s been ACHING to have a threesome with you and jabber. so he let’s you stroke him as jabber fucks you.
𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚! who gets extremely horny when you’re gone, often recording himself jerking off before sending it to you because he knows you’d come over to his room asap.
𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐘𝐋 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍 -
𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐥! who actually moans because he’s a virgin and didn’t know how good your pussy would feel ..
𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐥! who loves being aggressive sometimes because that’s when you moan a lot.. and also because he just likes seeing you desperate.
𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐥! who LOVES when you suck him off. he likes seeing you gag and messy on his cock, he can’t admit but to like your face covered in his cum. he also likes pushing you deeply into his cock so he can feel the back of your throat.
𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐥! who’s favorite position is missionary. he likes holding your legs together while he goes deeper and harder each time. who also likes making eye contact while fucking because he loves how shy and nervous you get. eventually he cums inside of you while staring deep into your soul.
Dom!reader x sub!sunday - reader is gender neutral
Warning: clothed sex, teasing, dacryphilia, Sunday’s hinted to be a virgin, humping, nipple play, marking, biting, playing with his wings
~ Word count: 5.6k ~
Nini!rant: I wanted to emphasise how cute Sunday is, hopefully I didn’t go overboard
Kinktober list 2024/2025
The most handsome man on Penacony, former head of the oak family, and the brother of a star well-known throughout the entire cosmos. He truly had it all, which made him seem so unapproachable at first. After all, having such a high standing was not an easy feat, he pulled it off while maintaining that composed and gentle image of his. Someone worthy of being put on a pedestal, without a rotten personality, how rare nowadays. It was enough to strike awe and respect into the masses, simultaneously making him so lonely.
No one dared to even met his eyes, that was how big the leap between normal civilians and that almost god-like figure was. Yes, on the planet of festivities, he used to resemble a divine being ruling over it, controlling everything in the back of his palm. Yet since the first time you’ve laid your gaze upon him, you’ve been curious about this halovian. Even more so after his destined fall from grace, with him going from the one pulling every string behind the stage to a fellow passenger on the Astral express, just like you.
Now that you two were on equal grounds, you’ve been meaning to get closer to him, which took quite a bit of courage because his first impression on you left some kind of stereotype imprinted into your brain. In your mind, he was still as untouchable as before, akin to a beautiful object meant to be appreciated yet not used. An angel of some sort, glancing down at the world from above.
His naturally introverted personality didn’t help neither, he simply wasn’t that social. He mostly kept to himself while also trying to be helpful to the other members, rarely initiating casual conversations. In your eyes, he was so unlike you, as if he was from a different world. The gap between you two was way too much for you to conquer. For example, you found his mannerisms to be very elegant, something one could only achieve by learning from a young age, another rather unimportant fact that separated you from him.
Though to your surprise, this distance gradually did began to shorten the longer you’ve observed him, allowing you to notice from time to time he was no different than anyone else. After all, he’d also fumble, no matter how hard he’d try to do everything correctly, reminding you how normal mistakes were for every living creature. That thought somehow became the trigger for you to start conversing with him, which in hindsight was one of the best decisions you’ve made in your life, as you’ve come to grow fond of the little birdie.
He wasn’t arrogant by any means, quite the opposite, he was truly kind and respectful, and you ended up enjoying his company more than you realised. In addition, you discovered a side to him you weren’t aware of, namely how empathetic he was. A deeply emotional man who was way more expressive than you would have ever imagined. That stoic role you thought he played by? Shattered and disposed of, now replaced with this imperfect yet beautiful person he had proofed to be.
Due to him being pretty… reactive, you’ve also noticed how easy it was to make him blush. All you really had to do was showing physical affection without a warning, hugging him suddenly, or giving genuine compliments about his appearance. At first you only did those things occasionally, finding it cute how flustered he’d become. What you didn’t notice was how a switch inside you got clicked, a hidden interest you weren’t aware of, resulting in the times you’d tease him increased overtime.
Nowadays, you’ve began openly flirting with him just to get a cute reaction out of him. That’s kind of mean of you, huh? But you couldn’t help it, hitting on him was simply so much fun, it always brought a big smile to your face. In the very beginning, there were moments where he couldn’t decipher the true meaning behind your words, a little too pure for his own good, though that also changed by now. It was almost as if you’ve corrupted him a little, though him was still not used to your ‘jokes’.
A quite cheerful person with an unique humour, that’s what Sunday thought of you. He couldn’t fathom why you enjoyed talking with a dull person like him, since he didn’t really have any sense of comedy of his own, and he wasn’t able to laugh with you whenever you’d fool around. Most of the time, he’d find himself hiding behind his wings instead, trying to mask his pathetic expressions to not be a killjoy. Though, even if he found himself to be drastically different from you, he never disliked your style, he somehow was still having fun when hanging around with you.
Despite him kind of misunderstanding your intentions, he was nice to you at all times, putting up with all the stunts you’d pull. To outsiders, they were sure there must be something going on between the two of you— be it romantically or strictly intimately. They were even placing bets on when you’d announce your official relationship status. Anyone could see there was some kind of tension between you, with your constant flirting and monopolisation of his attention.
“Ah, good evening Sunday, you look as beautiful as ever~” you walked up to him so naturally, wrapping your arms around him from behind to give him a tight hug. The male tensed up for a split second before glancing over his shoulder, a faint blush already covering his cheeks, “y/n… good evening to you too.” He’s been meaning to ask which planet you were from, because you’d always act so familiar and touchy with him… it must be a part of your culture.
Though as for why you’d always compliment him, maybe you just enjoyed bringing a grin to others faces? That’s a nice habit to have, he should try that too. Essentially, he did catch himself smiling meekly at your comments a few times now, feeling all bubbly from the inside. It did led him to wonder just why you’d always use such… cutesy adjectives on him like adorable, pretty and cute. Just what part of him fit any of those descriptions? Was it perhaps his clothes…?
“So, what are you up to?” You wondered, changing from embracing him to placing your hands on his waist, trying to peek at the thing he was holding. “Ah— I’m just writing in my journal.” He responded, and closed the book quickly. “Oh? Something personal, huh? My, I wonder what kind of secrets you have, sunny.” Seeing him be so on edge got you a little curious, but you weren’t going to actually pursue it since it was his privacy. “I, don’t have any secrets.” Sunday mumbled, averting his gaze shyly.
How adorable he looked when embarrassed, you smirked as you took it further, “really? Then why are you always covered up from head to toe?” You gestured at his outfit, tugging at his coat, “are you hiding some risqué or embarrassing tattoos? Maybe more piercings?” His wings fluttered, the feathers covered his flushed cheeks to the best of their abilities while his head hung low. There you go again with your suggestive jokes, making him all nervous like this.
“I’m really not…” he stammered, then continued with, “no, rather, I should ask you. Why are you still up at this hour?” You finally let go of him, leaning back against the bar of the party car. “Hmm, good question. And why are you up?” The halovian glanced at you, wondering why you’d always avoid sharing too much about yourself, yet change the focus back to him and expecting him to answer diligently, “as I said, I was writing in my journal.”
Sunday was good at reading people due to his time spend working in the confession box, and he guessed based on your body language that you didn’t buy it. Of course you wouldnt, who’d write in their diary until this late into the night anyway? Furthermore, if his statement was the truth, then he must have been scribbling for more than five hours. Nothing happened today that would be worthy of such a long documentary, which is why his words didn’t add up for you.
Luckily, you didn’t try to probe into it some more, and simply answered, “for me, I couldn’t sleep.” So that was the case, he already suspect it’d be something along those lines. You usually stayed up very long, he knew because the light coming from your room would seep out from the crack under your door for as long as you were still awake. The part of him that always wanted to help everyone urged him to offer a lullaby to you, and so he suggested, “would you like me to play a song on the piano, maybe it could help?”
Your eyes widened ever so slightly, before going back to your neutral gaze, thinking about it for a bit until a rather suspicious smirk tugged at your lips. Since he was so eager to help others, you took advantage of that, “no lullaby, instead, I’ve got another idea. You are the only one who can help me right now, Sunday, would you come with me?” You asked, doing your best to appear troubled and all that. Seeing you so distressed, the ever so friendly angel immediately agreed, saying, “I’d be happy to help, what shall I do?”
“Let’s go to my bedroom first, then discuss it further.” You suggested, and he nodded. It made sense, since you were trying to fall sleep. That won’t be possible standing, no? He followed you closely as you stud towards your chamber, opening the door and welcoming him inside. The two of you has been ‘friends’ for a while now, yet he’s never visited your room before, though neither have you been to his. He didn’t think of inviting you, since he didn’t have much luggage as a temporary passenger, and was simply staying in a guest room.
In contrary your room was full of stuff that belonged to you, each with its own story. “So.. this is y/n’s room.” Sunday whispered as you closed the door behind him. He turned around to face you, only to find himself slammed against the wall, pinned between your arms. “H-huh..? Y/n?” You were caging him from both sides, and he blinked a few times while holding his hands close to his chest, not daring to make physical contact.
“I’ve got an idea on how you could help me fall asleep.” What’s this, he’s starting to get a weird vibe. “I want to hear a little songbird sing for me.” You purred right into his ear, sending shivers down his spine as you watched him tense together. His wings fluttered at the sensation, covering his face as usual as he murmured, voice coming out muffled, “you want me to… sing? T-that’s not really my field of expertise.” Once again, you didn’t buy it, convinced that his singing voice must be, if not, just as beautiful as his sisters. And you were going to prove it.
“No worried, I’m sure your voice will sound like the sweetest temptation, just leave it to me.” Now he was lost, how was he supposed to leave something like that to another person? And- “huh— iiieekk…!” He yelped at the sensation of you clawing at his clothes, trying to loosen them and make them come off, taking him by surprise. It was enough to interrupt his thought process. “Y-y/n…? Are you— i-is this supposed to be a joke…?” His cheeks were heating up so much, all of the blood in his body collecting there and in a place he’d rather not mention.
How was it possible that he still haven’t took the hint? Was he that innocent, or simply blind? “Sunday, think about it. What do you think did I mean with ‘hearing you sing’?” You gave him another tip, fingers grabbing his chin to make him look up at you, hindering him from hiding his gaze. In response, he began averting them instead or closing his eyes completely. “Look me in the eye, birdie. Can’t meet my gaze anymore?” You taunted, brushing over his bottom lip with your thumb, “do you at least have a clue to my question?”
He parted his lips a few seconds later, muttering, “you… wanted to compare my singing to robins…?” Well, that was true, but not the main reason. Seriously, he was so oblivious you were almost annoyed, but it’s also kind of endearing, no? “Not that, silly. What I meant was…” you pressed your hand against his crotch, rubbing him through his clothes, “your other singing voice.” This must be transparent enough for an upright man like him to understand, otherwise you’ll truly be out of options.
And to much to your delight he did, his face was as red as never before, stuttering when you tried to pry his pants off, “w-wait… I-i don’t think I’m… ready for that.” All of this happened so… out of nowhere, he was having troubles catching up. So your advances weren’t just meaningless antics? You were actually interested in him? At this point, you could barely make out his features from between his wings, and he was trembling so much. His eyes began to water due to the intense emotions splurging within him, and he hiccuped quietly, which worried you a little.
“Sunday? Why are you crying? If you don’t want to continue that’s fine.” You cooed, about to pull your hands back when he suddenly grabbed your wrists with both hands, bringing one to his heated cheek and the other to his chest. “No- I don’t mind, i’m just… a little overwhelmed.” His cheek was so warm beneath your palm, those tears of his smeared on his skin due to your fingers. On top of that, his heart was pounding erratically against its own cage, drumming loud enough to ring in his ears.
So he was just surprised, you were glad he wasn’t put of or anything. When you moved the hand on his chest down to his pelvis, trying to creep it under his cloak, he inhaled sharply and turned his face to the side. He wrapped his arms around your neck and held onto you with shaky hands, so you asked again, “are you really sure you are fine? You flinch at everything I do.” The halovian hesitated, before asking, “c-could you let me stay clothed… please…?”
His plea came out meek and shy, and you were slightly perplexed at his request. “Sure, if it makes you more comfortable.” You quickly replied, and pulled your hand back. He wasn’t necessarily insecure about his nude body, if anything, he was just too ashamed to show skin. All his life has he lived proper and orderly, yet now he’s being exposed to so many new things that are all happening spontaneously, without him having a plan for it, nor enough time to prepare. Of course he’d want to take things slowly.
You didn’t mind at all, in fact, you were just glad he agreed to entertain you. If he disliked it and you two began growing distant again, you might just regret this moment for the rest of your life. With that being said, you had to put in your all to make him feel good now. To make this into an unforgettable experience for him, so that he will never think back on this and call it a mistake. Your options were a little limited since he wanted to stay clothed, doesn’t matter, you could work around that.
Soon you began palming his slightly visible tent through his toursers, tracing the outlines of his cock, gently rubbing against it. The fabrics of his underwear were starting to stick to his shaft, and his tip was leaking so much precum that it seeped through his pants, creating a dark spot that further proved his own arousal. As if his wings alone weren’t effective enough anymore, Sunday slammed one hand over his mouth to muffled the shameful moans slipping past his lips, while his other arm was still thrown around your neck, holding on for dear life.
“Mhnnfh~… ngh-hNNgh ♥︎♥︎♡…!!” he whimpered when you grabbed his sex, even more so when you began kissing his jaw. Soft lips trailing kisses along his neck, using your free hand to yank his collar down, to give you more access to his unblemished skin. Your kisses were featherlight, almost tickling him. You’d also brush over the base connecting his small wing-bones to his neck, where he was extra sensitive. An unrestricted moan escaped the depths of his throat at the sudden contact, and he was so embarrassed of his own voice, he hid his face in the crook of your neck.
Shoving his forehead against your shoulder, whining as he struggled to stop his hips from humping your hand. You patted him on his back gently, before changing to caressing the back of his head, and stroking his soft hair. “No need to be embarrassed, Sunday. It’s normal to make noises, in fact that’s why we are doing it. Remember? I wanted to hear your sweet, angelic voice.” You reassured, hands accidentally brushing over his sensitive wings, making him whimper and yank his head back, almost hitting the wall if it weren’t for your hand acting as a shield.
“Careful.” You whispered, leaning closer to him. How patient you were with him, even though it must be annoying, doing it with someone so obviously inexperienced… after a bit of self convincing, he moved his hand away from his lips, and began clawing at your back instead. “Y-you won’t laugh, right?” He questioned, even though he knew the answer you’d provide him with already. “I promise, I won’t.” You responded, to which he mumbled, “then…b-be gentle…”
With each passing second, his grip on you tightened, palms fisting your clothes to anchor himself, clutching you like his life depended on it. At this point, saying he was simply overwhelmed would be an understatement. Eyes unforced and glassy, bottom lips trembling while you assaulted his nerves. His legs were shaking, pleasure coursing through his body as he leaned more and more into your frame, using you as support to stabilise himself. If he were to fall now, it’s be pretty humiliating after all.
He stumbled over his own words as the hand on his crotch rubbed against all the right places, his brain has gotten so fuzzy he didn’t even register that he was humping against your palm, grinding back as a poor attempt to get more of that delicious friction. Sweet little whines and gasps mixed with the shuffling of his clothes, brows furrowed as he moaned out your name, “y/n… hnghh ahhh~ t-there, wait, not there..! ♡♡♡” truly music to your ears, so lovely and lewd, and it spurt you on to do more.
Sadly you couldn’t go all the way, you really wanted to ravage him right now. But there was one other thing you could do. The hand currently not squeezing and teasing his cock moved up to his chest, opening his jacket, revealing the black shirt he wore underneath. This didn’t count as stripping nude, since you still couldn’t see any inch of skin from the male. Then you began playing with his hardened nipples through the fabric, finding it captivating how you could make out tiny little dents in the shirt from those perky buds.
“How cute~ I wonder, does my birdie enjoy it from up here as well?” You wondered, whispering it in a way that got his head spinning, watching his wings flutter as the vibration of your voice hit him. He was simply too adorable, it made you want to tease him until he cried~ ah, but he was already crying, so maybe until he cums in his pants? You licked his earlobe, earning yourself another cute reaction from him. So that was a weak spot, you found even this small fact about him absolutely adorable.
Your tongue trailed lower until you were sucking bruises into his pulse points, leaving behind bright hickeys he’ll have a hard time hiding later on. How mean of you, did you want everyone to know he’s been corrupted by your sinful behaviour? Making him fall even more? Look at you, so content on stealing his purity and sanctity…! Though in all honesty, he wasn’t much better by letting you and enjoying it even. Besides, look at those eyes of his, he was already addicted, pupils turning into hearts as he submitted to your whims willingly.
“Such a sensitive angel.” You cooed at him, feeling him twitch through his pants. He has leaked enough pre already for it to smear on your finger, creating such perverse looking strings that stuck to your skin. Seeing that, you continued your relentless teasing and said, “you are feeling it so much even though I’m not even touching you directly, I wonder just what kind of sounds you’d make if we went further? If my dear Sunday was a little bolder?” That was sufficient to make his imagination go wild, not that he’s knowledgeable enough to truly think about anything real naughty.
In fact, he was like a clean piece of paper, currently being tainted by your bad influence~ you wondered just how much more perverted you could make him become. As for Sunday, he was still contemplating how good it’d feel if you would stroke him, skin on skin, kiss him all over, touching every inch, and caress his body in places he didn’t know he could feel anything from before. Would the heat you’d share with him burn even hotter than this, would your lips bring him even more pleasure, and will he ever recover from this? If he simply gave in, just how good would that feel?
The stimulation of you pinching his nipples snapped him back to reality, voice shaking as he mewled and squeaked, squirming slightly under your gaze. You were seeing so many shameful sides of him, messy and debauched, his raw and unfiltered self… and you looked like you loved it. He couldn’t understand, he thought he must look so shameful right now, with his hair and clothes all tangled, pulling one erotic expression after another, moans cracking and breaking, raising in octaves whenever you’d brush over an especially sensitive spot.
In truth, he’s been craving more stimulation for a while now, wanting to have your skin on his directly. He has come to terms with his desires already, with wanting to go further, and accepting whatever you gave him. If you asked him again now, he’d agree without a second thought. At least he physically did, since his brain had turned to mush, he couldn’t ponder over the consequences and aftermath anymore. All he cared about right now was his own pleasure, and this growing need for more.
Ecstasy coursed through his veins, collecting in his core. He was one breath away from breaking apart, poor thing was just so close to the edge already. Even though he wanted you to do whatever you wanted to him, to put stain on his body, making him take and suffer to your hearts desire, he was still too ashamed to voice his thoughts, only hoping you’d catch on by yourself. Which you, of course, didn’t. He set clear boundaries before, and you continued to stick to those.
Fresh marks blossomed across his skin, like an empty canvas currently being filled with evidence of this unforgettable session, a record to make it last for just a little longer. He cried out when you bit him, confused why you were so rough and barbaric. Was this normal…? For sex to feel so… primal and wild, like he was some prey currently being devoured and torn apart? Not that he was complaining, he adored it, he pressed down on the back of your head, holding you in place until he was sure the skin teared from your teeth, until you tasted blood ♡
Pain, pleasure, both somehow mixed together in a way that left him unable to differentiate between the two. He was bleeding there, but even that felt good in this moment. A smile tugged at his lips, and he nuzzled against you again, getting so close to you as if he was trying to steal your warmth. Sunday knew he couldn’t hold his volume back anymore, sooner or later, he was going to slip up~! No good, it was in the middle of the night, he truly didn’t want to wake up the other passengers…!
“Y/n… please ahhHn, I-i can’t— hiiiic,,, I want, wanna… mHmMmm please~~ ♡♥︎♡!!” he was blabbering all senselessly now, tears and drool leaving a stain on your clothes. He didn’t even know what he was begging for anymore, only knowing that he didn’t want this to stop, and that he really wanted to cum. You were so close to deciding to edge him a bit more, if it weren’t for his sweet whimpers, you couldn’t deny him when he was crying this cutely! It didn’t take long to get him over the edge since he was such a sensitive one, just your seductive whispers alone were enough to make him feel tingles all over.
In the end, you chose to be nice to him, considering this was your first time together, and began giving his tip more attention. Gently kneading his cock, scratching his swollen and sore nipples with your nails, finding it amusing how his wings flapped even more erratically. His hips were bouncing back and forth, unsure if he wanted to escape this never ending onslaught of pleasures or to buckle into it, and chase his own high. “Y-y/n… hnGhh, m’s-sorwwy.. ah-aAhnHhH♥︎♡♥︎” he sobbed, feeling his impending climax approaching, yet he wasn’t sure what to do, shouldn’t he warm you or something…?
“Ah- hnghh~! Y/n I-I… UhhHhnMnmmN~ ♡♥︎♡” Damn it, he was just about to do that…!! But his orgasm came so suddenly, taking him by surprise. He couldn’t even finish his warning before he cut himself off with a rather loud moan, his high washing over him in waves that came crashing down on the poor birdie. “Ah-ahhHhnnggG~ hnnNghhMm..?…♡♥︎♥︎!!” A full-body shudder ran through him, sparks of pure bliss coursing from p top to bottom. It felt so good, so so so good, he didn’t know how else to describe this heavenly feeling.
His toes curled due to the force of his climax, cumming into his pants and soiling them, creating a hot mess in his underwear. When you pulled your hand back from his arousal, it was coated in his seed, all defiled despite him being clothed. “Such a messy boy.” You cooed, though he didn’t give you any response, still too dazed to register your words.
You wanted to tease him for that, though out of nowhere he slumped into your arms, face hidden in your collarbone again, legs finally giving out under him. With no strength left in his limbs to carry him, he had to rely on you to stabilise him. Everything that just happened was too intense for a virgin like him, forgive him for being such a wreck, he truly wasn’t doing it intentionally. “Sunday, are you alright?” When you cupped his face and made him look up, you felt your heart skip a beat at the view.
Perhaps it was due to him still being delirious and not by his right mind, so visibly overstimulated and drowning in the remaining sensations still pestering his body, he was actively nuzzling against your palm while still clinging to you. Cheeks a flustered mess, tears-ridden with saliva dripping down his chin. Bangs sticking to his forehead, framing his face, the feathers of his wings were slightly glued together and his pupils didn’t stop taking on those cute little heart shapes as he gazed back at you.
A layer of sweat covered his body, making his skin glisten. His clothes were all wrinkled and dishevelled, so close to being ripped and discarded. Some droplets of milky white cum seeped through his trousers, and you could see the fresh hickeys adorning his neck. Would you look at that, his fingers were still shivering! How precious he was, your gorgeous little angel. He looked so delicious in that moment, like a five course meal. Oh aeon he did.
Your stunned admiration lasted until he pressed his lips into a thin line, his troubled expression signalising his recovery from his high. Eyes going back to it’s usual clear state as he trembled ever so slightly again, before his weeping increased. He turned his face to the side, into your palm, hiding from your watchful eyes with his shoulders raised to his ears. “H-huh..?” You pondered what’s gotten into him, and stroked his cheek gently. Was he regretting doing that with you? If that was the case, he probably wouldn’t hug you so tightly, so was he hurt…?
“I-I’m sorry…” he soon whispered, noticing the way you stared at him changed. He didn’t mean to worry you, it’s just… he felt so pathetic for letting you do all the work, taking without giving anything in return… Even now, you were taking care of him— yet, he didn’t even get you off…! “You are… apologising? For what?” Now you were baffled, you didn’t foresee this turn of events. What could he have even done to need to be apologetic about?
After raking your head over it a little, you sighed and brushed his tears away. You didn’t need to understand it, right now, you should just comfort him. “Sunday, I don’t want to see you cry if it isn’t due to the pleasure.” How peculiar, that you could still joke at such a moment- though, wait, by this point he knows you aren’t joking, you meant what you said.
You leaned in closer, using your thumbs to rub the traces of his sobbing away, seeing his lips twist into something akin to a pout. Was he holding his tears back for you? He didn’t need to be such a people pleaser all the time. Perhaps that’s just in his nature, since he was a path strider of harmony. The distance between the two of you barely even existed, you were close enough to feel his hiccups blow air against your face. So many teardrops were decorating his features…
That’s when you kissed his tears away absentmindedly, it happened due to an intrusive thought and you being too careless. Soft lips scorching his cheeks, tasting the salty fluid, and you taking a second before noticing what you’ve just done. “Ah” you gasped, now this was awkward. Thus you began desperately changing the topic, asking him with a slight stutter, “d-does anything hurt, sunny? Or anything you disliked?” He shook his head to both, wearing a soft smile that he quickly go rid of again.
Sunday looked down at his own feet, still unable to truly register what just conspired between the two of you. Moreover he felt all sweaty and filthy now, plus there was a huge mess between his legs, threatening to spill onto the floor. What should he do now? He needed more time to carefully think your relationship over, were you still just friends or something else now…? You must have had some kind of feelings for him, right? Was it only lust or— no, what mattered most was what his opinion of you was… and, really, he didn’t know anymore.
He was overthinking again, hands bawled into fists before he shoved at your chest, saying, “y-y/n, c-could I go wash up….?” His voice was still so unsteady, much like his ragged breath, cheats still heaving with each unsteady inhale, so cute~ “Of course, sorry for keeping you.” You said, and stepped back to give him space, which backfired because his bones were like jelly right now. “A-ah!” He stumbled forward, barely catching himself in your arms. “M-my apologieses, i must be such a bother, but could you help me to the bathroom…?”
You agreed immediately, letting him lean against you for balance while you two slowly strolled through the halls of the train. It was quite difficult trying to keep quiet under such circumstances, but you both somehow managed to get there without any further escalations. After getting to your designation, he quickly went inside, thanking you one last time before closing the door. A soft thud signalising the end of your session, which meant you were now free to go.
Until the entrance opened for a fraction again, and a golden pupil peeked out from the crack, glancing at you as he added in a rush, “next time… I-I’ll prepare better… then w-we can go… all the way… i-if you want.” Before he shut the door and locked it, slipping down the door while he buried his face in his hands and wings. He really did that, ahhh~ he really did…! Now he was kicking his feet like some Highschool girl. God, he really just shut the door in your face, not even waiting for your response! How impolite, he must have left you speechless with your mouth wide agape!! You weren’t even going to deny it, because you were, in fact, dumbfounded as heck.
For the first time, he managed to get back at you. How fun~ the future was only going to get more interesting from this point onwards ♥︎
Am I the only one who feels like most hsr men are virgins- in fact, there are only a selective few I can imagine having had sex before. Maybe because their writing is precisely done so that you can simp for them (meaning the character doesn’t have a canon romantic interest) since parasocial behaviour obv makes money.
But like… even with anime characters. Gojo does flirt around and give off fuck-boy vibes, but I somehow still doubt he’s actually done it, it’s a 50/50 thing lol.
Which character do you think has definitely had sex from hsr?
side character nut headcannons 😈 mains!
tw: nsfw ofc! this is crack and most of it makes 0 sense logistically but like it’s fun to get creative ok ( ;´ - `;)
Simeon cums so much to the point where theres still some dribbling out after a minute. I imagine he was probably celibate before you, so theres like centuries of build up to account for... .It somehow smells like vanilla?? and tastes sweet. It's so angelic that it will literally clear up your skin if you ingest it. Like medium thick consistency, if it gets on your face he gets super flustered and rushes to wipe you off all while apologizing a ton. Breathy, shaky moans of your name when he cums.
Overall Solomon's cum is pretty average. Average consistency, sort of salty taste, no strong smell, but does have crazy range to the point that you're convinced his cheeky ass is using magic to make it go where he wants it (he is). Now that all changes if he's recently eaten his own cooking. In that case, run. it's radioactive. it might be sentient. somehow burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. starts making hearts in the air on its own. bright purple like that fuckass 'stew'. wide range of sounds when he cums, but usually moans.
Diavolo’s cum is thick as hell, and doesn't have much range because of it. It mostly spills down his length in long dribbles instead of shooting out. Taste is always fluctuating but he tries to eat healthy to keep it tasting neutral for you, and same for smell. If it was possible I think it would taste faintly like cinnamon. Heavy groaner, and hes unserious so he may let out that loud ass laugh too.
Barbatos cums the perfect amount — not too much, and not lacking either. He doesn’t like dirtying you with it but if you ask nicely enough he would cum anywhere, and of course it tastes mild and doesn’t have a evident smell because he has a balanced diet <3 Doesn’t make much sound but you can see the cracks in his composure in the way his breath hitches, and on rare occasions even letting out low groans when he wants to show you just how good you’re doing.
Thirteen doesn’t have that but like if she did it would deadass be rainbow with star shaped sparkles in it. She’s just that perfect. I just know she would get creative and trace shapes on you with it. Anyway, she has great stamina and can go round after round, and her voice doesn't get high very often, but one of the exceptions is when she cums! Makes the prettiest face AND noises!
Mephistopheles cums in rapid spurts that just keep coming every time you think it’s done. It tastes salty, but no scent stands out. Thin consistency but it’s not overly watery or anything, and will get a bit flustered and carefully wipes you off when it gets on your skin. Also cannot make eye contact while he cums for the life of him. Surprisingly loud moans and sometimes whimpers when cums that he gets embarrassed about >.>
Raphael doesn’t cum a lot, it’s just your average load. Tastes good cause it’s heavenly and all that and smells just a tad bit sweet, but it’s super faint. Has impressive stamina and can cum back to back multiple times — acts indifferent about the whole thing but he will pull out when he’s about to cum to see it shoot on your face. secret freak Raphael anyone 👀? Barely makes sound when he cums, the most you get is his breathing getting heavy.
a/n: when I use simeon's angelic nut as a facemask so micheal lowk just smites me #worthit
request from @lynnstarstruck! sorry that this took 4ever :,)
── ❨ ⸝⸝ 𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑. ❩ after a long day, husband munch! zodyl needs you after a stressful mission
ೀ 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 - oral (fem! receiving), dry humping, needy! zodyl, fingering, no protection, nonchalant! zodyl, good aftercare, marking (hickeys), kinda p in v?, zodyl stuggles with showing affection— but for you he tries, he’s sorta husband material in his own way, not proofread, he’s a certified munch, wc - 4.9k
⊹ ⸝⸝ .ᐟ husband munch! zodyl typhon x fem! reader
the mission dragged on longer than anyone expected. everything that could go wrong did go wrong, and zodyl felt it in every part of his body.
the noise, the pressure, the constant need to stay sharp—it all built up until his thoughts were heavy and restless. even after it was over, even after the raiders split up and went their separate ways, he couldn’t relax. his mind kept replaying everything.
but through all of it, there was only one thing he could think about.
you.
the thought of you waiting at home was the only thing keeping him steady. the idea of your voice, your presence, something soft and familiar—it pulled him forward when everything else felt too much.
by the time he got back, the world felt quieter. the door clicked shut behind him, and for a second, he just stood there, letting the silence settle around him. it was so different from the chaos earlier that it almost didn’t feel real.
then he saw you.
you were laying on the bed, relaxed, flipping through a magazine like nothing in the world could bother you. the soft light in the room made everything feel calm, like time had slowed down just for this moment.
you looked up when you heard him, a small smile forming right away.
“you’re back,” you said simply, your voice warm and easy.
and that was it.
something in him snapped—not in a bad way, but like all the stress and tension finally broke loose at once. before you could say anything else, he crossed the room quickly, his steps heavy but sure.
he didn’t give himself time to think.
he reached you, his hand coming up to steady your face as he leaned in and kissed you, hungrily and full of everything he had been holding in.
but zodyl didn't say a word. the silence between you and him was heavy, thick with the scent of his sweat and the lingering adrenaline from the field. his hands, calloused and warm, moved with a restless hunger, tracing the curves of your hips and the dip of your waist.
each touch was a silent question, his palms dragging against your skin to map out every inch of you.
he slid his fingers beneath the fabric of your waistband, the friction of the cloth against your skin sending a jolt through the quiet room. he paused there, his knuckles pressing into your hip bone.
he leaned back just enough to lock his gaze onto yours. his eyes were dark, intense, and searching. he wasn't looking for a polite answer; he was looking for the green light to lose his control.
when you nodded, a small, sharp exhale escaped his lungs.
the non-emotional mask he wore all day finally cracked. there was no more patience left in him. he leaned down, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his body a heavy, solid heat against yours.
he didn't wait. he began to strip away the clothing between you, his movements urgent and uncoordinated in his haste to feel your bare skin against his own.
the sight of you, completely bare and vulnerable beneath him, hit zodyl harder than any physical blow from the mission. the harsh edge of his mind softened.
he didn't need to be clueless now; he just needed to be yours. his gaze lingered on the curve of your thighs and the swell of your hips, a silent reverence in his dark eyes.
he didn't waste a single second. the hunger he had been suppressing for hours boiled over.
he slid down the length of your body, his hands gripping your thighs to pull you toward the edge of the bed. his breath was hot against your skin, a stark contrast to the cool air of the room.
when he finally moved between your legs, there was no hesitation. he leaned in, his face pressing into the soft warmth of your inner thighs before his mouth found you.
the first contact was wet and sudden, a sharp intake of breath escaping him as he tasted you. he used his tongue with a focused, primal intensity, swirling and pressing against your most sensitive heat.
he wanted to consume you, to drown out the memory of the mission with the slick, sweet reality of your body. the sound of his rhythmic lapping filled the quiet room, a wet, heavy noise that echoed the frantic beating of his own heart.
“hnghh!.. z-zodyl—“
the sound of your voice, broken and breathless, sent a jolt through him. hearing his name fall from your lips in that desperate moan was better than any mission. it was the only thing that mattered.
zodyl didn't slow down. if anything, the sound of your pleasure made him more aggressive. he gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging slightly into your soft skin to hold you steady as he worked. he was relentless.
his tongue was heavy and warm, pressing hard against you, swirling in deep, rhythmic strokes that made your hips arch off the bed.
the room was filled with the wet, messy sounds of his hunger.
he was focused entirely on the sensation of you—the way you tasted, the way your muscles twitched under his touch, and the way your breath hitched every time he licked a little deeper.
he wanted to taste every drop of your arousal, drinking you in as if he were starving and you were the only thing that could save him.
he looked up for a split second, his chin glistening and his eyes dark with a primal sort of need, watching your face contort with pleasure before he dove back in, his mouth moving even faster.
zodyl was losing himself. his hips ground rhythmically against the mattress, a heavy,-uncontrolled motion that mirrored the frantic pace of his tongue.
his breath came in ragged, uneven hitches.
with one hand still anchored firmly to your thigh, his free hand fumbled blindly at his waistband.
he worked the-button loose with a desperate, uncoordinated haste, his fingers trembling slightly from the sheer tension in his muscles.
when he finally freed himself, his cock sprang out, thick and throbbing with a heavy, pulsing heat.
he didn't pull away from you. instead, he stayed buried between your legs, his mouth continuing its wet, relentless assault on your clit.
as he licked and sucked at you, he began to stroke himself. the friction of his palm against his own skin was a sharp, grounding sensation the haze of pleasure.
zodyl needed more of you.
he needed to be deeper, closer. he reached up, his large hands hooking under your knees to lift your legs.
he moved them slowly, draping them over his broad shoulders so you were wide open to him. the new angle made you feel even more exposed, the cool air hitting your damp skin before his heat replaced it.
he didn't wait. while his mouth stayed busy, swirling his tongue against your most sensitive spot, he slid a single finger into you.
he moved slowly at first, testing the slick, tight heat of your entrance. he felt the way you clamped around him, a silent plea for more.
the sensation was overwhelming. he was working you with his mouth and his finger at the same time, a assault that left you gasping.
he pushed the finger in a little deeper, feeling the rhythmic pulse of your arousal. the wet, sliding sounds of his finger moving inside you mixed with the heavy, hungry sounds of his tongue.
he watched your face, his eyes dark and focused, waiting for the moment your body finally broke under the pressure.
“z-zodyl..! nghh oh my! ahh—“ you choked out
and the sound of your voice, broken and high, made his blood boil. every time you choked out his name, zodyl felt a surge of heat go straight to his gut. he loved the way you sounded when you were losing control.
he didn't let up. he used his finger to stretch you a little more, sliding it in and out with a slow, steady rhythm that matched the heavy licks of his tongue.
the wet, sliding sounds filled the quiet room, making the air feel thick and heavy. he could feel you twitching around his finger, your body shaking with the effort to hold on.
he watched your eyes flutter and your lips part, wanting to see every bit of your pleasure.
he pushed his finger a little deeper, feeling the slick, hot walls of you grip him. he was relentless, his mouth working fast and hard, driving you toward the edge.
he wanted to hear you scream his name; he wanted to feel you break completely under him.
zodyl saw the way your body was shaking, the way you were right on the edge. he knew he couldn't wait any longer. he stopped his tongue and his hand, leaving you hanging in a state of pure, desperate need.
when you let out a small, lonely whimper, it only made him move faster.
he shifted his weight, his heavy-thighed body pressing between your legs. he guided his thick, throbbing length to your entrance.
he didn't rush; he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you wide. the sensation of him filling you was so intense that your body couldn't handle it.
as he buried himself deep, his tip hitting your cervix with a blunt, heavy thud.
because of this, you climaxed hard, your walls clamping tightly around him in a series of frantic, pulsing waves. the feeling of you squeezing him was too much. zodyl let out a low, guttural growl, his muscles locking tight as he finally let go.
he didn't pull back. he stayed buried deep inside you, his body shuddering as he released.
he felt the hot, thick bursts of his cum hitting your cervix, filling you up from the inside. the sensation was heavy and warm, a deep, pulsing flood that seemed to go on forever.
he slumped forward, his chest heaving against yours, his forehead resting against yours as you both tried to catch your breath in the quietly.
the heavy, energy in the room slowly began to settle.
zodyl stayed buried inside you for a long moment, his chest heaving against yours as his breathing gradually slowed. he didn't just pull away and leave you cold.
he slowly pulled out, the wet, sliding sound of his exit echoing in the silent room. he didn't let you feel empty for long. reaching for a soft cloth on the bedside table, he began to clean you with slow, careful movements.
his touch was much gentler now, his large hands moving with a tenderness that most people never got to see. he wiped away the sweat and the mess, his eyes never leaving your face.
once you were clean, he pulled the heavy blankets up over both of your bodies, tucking you in close to his side. he pulled you against his chest, letting your head rest in the crook of his neck.
his skin was still warm and slightly damp, but his hold was steady and protective.
he didn't say much—he wasn't a man of many words—but he pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head. he rubbed slow, soothing circles into your hip with his thumb, his touch grounding you as the adrenaline faded.
in the quiet of the room, his presence was a silent promise: he was here, he was yours, and he wasn't going anywhere.
there was words that were rare, heavy with a weight that most people never got to hear from him. when zodyl spoke, he meant every syllable. he didn't just say it; he breathed it against your skin.
“i love you.”
he leaned down, his lips finding the soft curve of your shoulder. he didn't just kiss you; he lingered there, his breath hot and steady. then, his teeth grazed you.
he nipped at the skin, a sharp but-not-painful pressure that made you gasp softly.
he sucked at the spot, marking you with a dark, purple hickey. it was his way of claiming you, a silent sign to the world that you belonged to him.
he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes soft and dark in the dim light. he didn't need to say anything else. the way he held you, the way he marked you, and the way he stayed close told you everything.
he was a man of action, not words, and right now, his actions were telling you that you were his entire world.
he pulled the blanket tighter around you both, his large hand resting protectively over your waist. he let his eyes close, his head resting near yours as he finally let the last of the tension leave his body.
in the quiet of the room, there was only the sound of your breathing and the steady, calm beat of his heart against your back.
I can't stop thinking about what Chilchuck's first time bottoming would be like. Do you think it was with another half foot or a different human race? Did they have lube back then, or was it just spit? Was he embarrassed about it? Did he come quickly? Did they stop going after he came, or did they keep going?
I like to imagine it was with someone much bigger, maybe he was anxious about if it could even fit or if he got harmed in the process. Maybe the top could only get it half way in. Maybe he pretended he didn't like it at first but his dick leaking gave him away. I feel like he'd try to hide his moans until it felt too good and just couldn't hold back anymore from screaming. Chilchuck gripping the bed sheets, tearing up, groaning, as he comes hard.
And then, the cherry on top, the next day he asks "Why does my ass hurt so much?!" and then slaps his face as he remembers.
HOLY SHIT ANON
COLLAB WITH ANON<3 (NSFW)
CHILCHUCK BOTTOMING FOR THE FIRST TIME
When it comes to anal, Chilchuck knows its best for the one who will be receiving to be relaxed. And the best way to do so is by orgasming.
Halflings are known to have high libido as well as resistance. So it's no surprise that the man can cum and shoot loads into the mattress around 3 times before he's finally tired, out of breath and laying spread out in the bed.
That's when he's ready to spread his legs. They can either use Chilchuck's own cum, spit, or some oil to lubricate his tight entrance.
Fingering isn't something new, it just wasn't enough. Chilchuck would be pinching and playing with his nipples as his ass gets accostumed with the intrusion. By the time he's already hard again, he's already cursing and impantiently demanding his partner to "Just fuck me already I don't have all night!!"
Of course he reconsidered his demands once he felt the tight ring of muscles being stretched by the thickness of his partner's dick. But it's doable, especially if his other erogenous parts are getting licked, kissed, sucked and touched.
Once he gets used to the feeling of being stuffed. His body turns into jelly. He allows himself to be manhandled, as long as Chilchuck gets to order around and moan the dirtiest and naughtiest things in his mother tongue, and the common tongue as well.
The next day, Chilchuck is pretty grumpy that his ass hurts and stings like a bitch, BUT THAT'S NOT ALL OF IT!!! The poor halfling can't stop going to the bathroom because SOMEHOW, there's still an absurd amount of cum inside his colon that hasn't been expelled yet. gross.
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um also whimper audio linked at the end too i guess
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okay hear me out i feel like he’s mostly a dual mix of moaning and heavy breathing that’s on the brink of being considered a groan w occasional whimpers as he gets close
umm i feel like he’d be a bit embarrassed to be too loud so be nice and vocal and he’ll match your pitch
he is inexperienced (duh) buuuttttt he will 100% let you guide him unless ur the same level of cluelessness then expect a half cute and half mildly second-hand embarrassing attempt of him floundering around as he tries to lead
he hypes up his pull out game and will passionately go on about self control or whatever but in the end you will have to push him away his pull out game is ass don’t fall for it (¬_ ´¬ )
i think overall sex with him is good if you’re looking for something sweet okay? he is a caring, adoring lover i think
the first time you guys get at it it’s starts while you guys were making out on his bed when you begin to straddle him, he gets hard and he’s absolutely mortified and apologizing profusely. but eventually after a lot of coaxing he’ll lift his shirt up and hold it with his mouth exposing his tummy (#needthat) and chest. (i feel like he’s kinda skinny but there’s like a faint trace of muscle) his glorious v line that has a dark, faintly haired treasure trail adds to your growing anticipation (and his nervousness cause ur kinda freaking him out cause he thinks ur so pretty and funny and gosh he doesn’t want to seem like a loser infront of you!! .·°՞(ᗒ□ᗕ)՞°·. ) but anyways he’ll unbuckle his belt and lets his shorts slid down just enough for his cock to spring out and slap his tummy as he whimpers a bit from the cold (you then give him crazy head trust)
i also feel like he cums super abruptly too? not prematurely just like…oddly suddenly 😭?? he’ll get embarrassed and a bit upset if you bring it up though. no he cannot fix it. yes he has tried.
he is okay with topping or bottoming honestly whatever make you comfortable HOWEVER i do feel like he would prefer to bottom so he can play with ur boobs
boobs guys all the way
he luvsss pinching and playing with your nipples
i can see him topping but beware if he does its basically cuddlefucking his arms give out
and when they do he’ll tuck his face in your neck and stutter out all sorts of lovey dovey stuff mixed in with whimpers and the occasional tear when he gets close
“nnghh..o-ohh my god, you feel so g-good! hah..i loveyousososommph—holy ffffffuuck!”
he has an okay stamina like 1-2 rounds
make sure you guys him time to cool off though he gets superrr sensitive
or not
he’ll be flustered and a bit confused if you try going back-to-back but you’ll have to top otherwise he can’t handle it :(( he’ll let you use him while gets fucked through the sensitivity while he digs his fingers in your hips and bites his lip, his eyes scrunched shut in concentration cause he doesn’t want to cum too soon
ohhh my gosh the whines he lets out are heavenly though
his favorite positions are cowgirl, missionary, or lotus
honestly he’s up for anything as long as he can see your face
but it’s funny cause he gets kinda flustered when you guys make eye contact but he luvs it a lot it makes him a feel warm and fuzzy knowing that it’s him (really him!!) that’s making you feel good and he just loves you in general augh (˶˃ ∇ ˂˶)
he isn’t really kinky but he is a sucker for praise
yes tell him how cute he is or strong or anything basically and he melts
doesn’t matter if him or you is leading give him praise let him know he’s doing good!!
which is another reason why he wants to see your face he wants to make sure you’re enjoying yourself plus he just thinks you’re so cute and he loves just taking in your beauty
i feel like if you’re into kinky stuff he’ll do it/let you do it to him as long as it’s not too mean
dislikes degrading
why would he ever want to be mean to you :((
and i think his heart wouldn’t be able to handle you being mean to him either
so feel free to edge him or choke him just make sure you kiss him and give him proper aftercare (cuddling with your chests pressed together, heart to heart while you stare into each others eyes)
i don’t think he would be able to choke you tbh
maybe like a bit but it’s scares him a little
now for the moment of truth….can he find the clit?
no
honestly he thought it would be pretty self explanatory but assuming you’re his first serious relationship umm he might need a little guidance
which brings me to my next point: he is a munch just not a great one okay 🥹…
like he’ll GLADY go down on you but he doesn’t know half of what he’s doing help him out
i feel like he’s smart enough not to finger blast you but that also means that he goes like…impossibly slow while fingering you
you’ll have to teach him
just make him suckle on your clit (once you show him where) and ur good
tbh i feel like the first time he goes to eat you out it’ll start good like he (after he’s done staring with his jaw on the floor) will spread you open and lick you up n down but then he’ll just…lick…that’s it…and he’d stare up at you confused too
BUT it’s okay just teach him what you like because he’s not the greatest munch YET
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but honestly he likes to be in between your thighs in general, they’re warm and comfortable and i can see him wrapped around your leg while cuddling
anyways i feel like if your guys or watching a movie or just laying around in bed he’ll definitely after building enough courage he’ll sneak his hand below your waistband and softly strokes your clit with the calloused pad of his fingers until (i didn’t specify the position but just imagine your on in front of him with your back in his chest) it’s just him humping up into your ass with his face buried into your neck while he shakily rubs your clit
also he has terrible morning wood
you will occasionally wake up to him either a. a pillow between his thighs as he stiffles his whines or b. him panting into you neck as he ruts into your leg
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