Gachiakuta: Shagged so hard,the bed broke
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Arkha Corvus
One second everything is controlled,measured breaths, steady pace, the next
CRACK.
The sound is sharp, violent. The frame gives out completely and you both drop hard.
Arkha freezes mid-motion, blinking once. Twice. Then he looks at the wreckage beneath you.
“…Huh.”
He exhales a low laugh, rare and dark, bracing himself over you so you don’t hit wrong. “Didn’t think wood would surrender that fast.”
His forehead rests against yours, voice rough. “…Guess we went too hard.”
There is zero regret in his eyes.
Enjin
Enjin laughs breathlessly, gripping your waist tighter. Talking dirty in your ear as he fasten the pace.
“Oi! That’s… uh—woah!” he mutters as a loud snap reverberates through the room. The bed shifts alarmingly.
You both hit the floor in a tangle of sheets and limbs.
He bursts out laughing, completely breathless. “NO WAY—did we just—?”
You both conitnued in the broken bed for another 3 hours. After yall mating season you both jsut stand there......looking at the destroyed bed at like...4 am.
''Hips deadlier than my umbreaker''
Gris Rubion
Gris’s was lost in you. holding your hips up to keep you in one pace. Abotu to cum when the bed gives a warning groan first.
“…Is that normal?” Gris asks quietly.
It answers by collapsing.
You both yelp as the frame buckles and drops, Gris scrambling to shield you instinctively.
“Oh—oh my god—are you okay?” He’s flustered, panicking, checking you over like the bed personally offended him.
When you start laughing, he finally looks at the wreckage.
“…We broke it,” he whispers.
Face burning red. “…I didn’t know I was that strong.”
Rudo Serubec (older)
The bed doesn’t just break—it gives up.
A sharp crack, a heavy drop.
Rudo barely reacts, catching himself on instinct, eyes dark as he looks down at you.
“…Tch.”
He exhales slowly, then glances at the splintered wood.
“Should’ve known better than to trust cheap materials.”
There’s a smirk in his voice. “…You still breathing?”
When you nod, he relaxes slightly. “Good. Then it was worth it.”
Zanka Nijiku (older)
Zanka freezes mid-motion as the bed groans loudly.
“…Oi… really?” His voice is low and amused, a smirk playing on his lips. “…nahhh.......Enjin's is going to laugh at us....''
He’s propped on one elbow, staring at the wreck like it personally betrayed him.
“…We just killed it.”
Looks back at you, grin wicked. “…Damn. Guess we’re officially too much.”
He presses closer anyway, ignoring the bed’s protests and cupped your fce in a kiss,the bed isn't the only place you can share love.
Goka Nijiku
“See?” he’d said, voice low, amused. “Told you. Floor’s sturdier than any bed.”
Famous last words.
The futon slides just slightly as the pace picks up, fabric bunching beneath you. The room is quiet except for breath and movement until
CRACK.
Not the soft kind. Not the polite kind.
A sharp, splintering sound echoes beneath you both.
Goka freezes.
“…Wait.”
Another creak follows, deeper this time, like the floor itself is protesting.
He slowly shifts his weight, eyes flicking down, then back to you. “…Did the floor just-”
CRUNCH.
One of the boards gives in with a dull, ugly snap, dipping under the futon.
There’s a long silence.
Then Goka exhales a stunned laugh, half disbelief, half pride. “…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He sits back slightly, staring at the damage like it personally challenged him. “A futon. On the floor.”
He looks at you, eyes dark, incredulous. “…We broke the floor.”
No embarrassment. No regret.
Just that low, satisfied grin.
“…Guess I underestimated us.”
Later, when you’re both lying there, staring at the cracked board, he mutters: “Next time… concrete.”
Tamsy Caines
Tamsy freezes mid-movement as the bed creaks ominously.
“…Huh,” he mutters, brushing a hand over the frame. “…You’re… relentless.”
He leans into you, smirk tugging at his lips. “…Guess we’ll just have to… get creative now.” His fingers linger possessively.
Bro Santa
Bro Santa yelps as the bed creaks and snaps beneath you both.
“...did you hear th-AH!” He freezes, wide-eyed, then bursts into laughter.
He gets off and lifts you up too.
The bed jsut collapse even more by the seconds.
''........lets forget this night''
You are not forgetting this night
Delmon Gates
Delmon’s jaw tightens as the bed groans. It lasted a good 3 seconds after the frame just walked out.
He lands half on you, half tangled in sheets, blinking like he’s assessing battle damage.
''Did....did we broke the bed?-w..WHERE ARE YOU?!'' He asked,looking around.
''DEL! GET OFF ME!''
Follo Tunito
The bed collapses and Follo squeaks.
“WAIT—NO—!”
You land hard and he’s instantly apologizing. “I swear I didn’t—are you okay? I didn’t mean to—”
When you both realize what happened, he stares at the wreckage.
“…We broke it.”
Soft, stunned. “…That’s kind of impressive.”
He presses closer, trying to steady himself, fails miserbaly. to flushed to look you in the eye.
August Stiltza
August laughs so hard he loses his rhythm completely.
You both crash down mid-thrust and he SCREAMS LAUGHING.
ÁRRRGGGHHH! THE BED! THE BED!''
He sits up slowly, eyes on the broken frame.
“…So.”
A pause.
“…That happened.”
Proceeds to jump on the matress up and down.
Zodyl Typhon
Zodyl smirks darkly as the bed groans under your weight.
The fall doesn’t even faze him. You hit the floor hard, and he just keeps going, adjusting like nothing happened.
“Well… this just got… interesting,” he murmurs, fingers tightening possessively.
He looked at the bed and than to you ''the night is young...and we have a couch...''
No shame. Only satisfaction.
Jabber Wonger
Jabber bursts into chaotic laughter as the bed snaps loudly.
“…Oi! We just—oh, hell!” His arms wrap around you tighter, trying not to topple.
“HAHA—YO—DID YOU HEAR THAT—?!”
He’s sprawled on the floor, still laughing. “We DESTROYED IT.”
Looks at you, eyes wild. “Worth it.”
eventually crashes on you as you both are giggling and trying not to laugh at 3 am in the morning.
He leans closer, face flushed, smirk wide. “…Again! AGAIN!''
Bundus Begalkeit
Bundus stiffens slightly as the bed creaks and cracks.The crack of wood breaking mid-thrust makes him freeze. He looks down at you, blinking like an owl.
“…Hmph,” he mutters, dark eyes glinting. “…i guess......the bed...couldn't contain my horsepower.....”
He leans down, hand sliding possessively over your waist, voice low and commanding. “…..this is new...but i am not complaining...''
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